The next morning, Jisung woke up first. Minho still slept deeply and firmly, cuddled close to him.

Smiling, he cuddled up to him for a moment, but then got up and went to the bathroom.

The shower the day before had helped, but he still didn't feel really clean. As if the fingers of the creep were still lying on his skin. He felt it wherever the creep had touched him and urgently wanted to get rid of this feeling.

He turned away from the mirror while undressing. For nothing in the world, he wanted to see the marks on his neck again.

Finally, he stood in the shower and the warm water poured down on him. He meticulously tried to scrub the feeling off the skin. But no matter how often he washed himself, the feeling did not disappear, it only got worse.

His thoughts began to turn circles and he was sure to feel the hands of the creep on his neck.

As he would slowly choke him and Jisung left like he couldn't breath.

He panicked for air.

The world around him began to turn, which led to him snapping even more panicked for air.

Coughing, he tried to get rid of the feeling in his throat, but it didn't help.

He saw stars dancing in front of his eyes and seconds later he lost consciousness.

Minho was terrified. He wasn't sure what had woken him up, but he immediately realized that Jisung was no longer in bed with him.

He straightened up abruptly and almost fell off the bed.

Panically, he looked around the room and then noticed the noise from the bathroom.

Without hesitation, or paying attention to how much his shoulder hurt, he ran to the bathroom and tore open the door.

For a few seconds, the scene that offered him took his breath away, but he quickly caught himself again and turned off the water.

Minho couldn't explain what had really happened, but it looked like Jisung had slipped and had hit his head at the sink.

Blood slowly leaked out of the wound on his head and had mixed with the water in the shower.

It probably looked worse than it was, but since Minho was not sure, he pressed the emergency bell on the wall, then wrapped Jisung in a towel and then lifted him up.

"Chan, Changbin!" Minho shouted as loudly as he could.

The bathroom door had closed behind him and with Jisung on his arm he couldn't open it so easily in the narrow room.

Chan opened the door sleepy and looked shocked at all the blood in the bathroom.

"What - what did he do?" he whispered shocked.

"Not what you think...! He hit his head. Let me through so I can lay him on to the bed!"

Confused, Chan made a few steps backwards and then followed Minho, who  just carefully put Jisung to bed.

Seconds later, a nurse stormed into the room.

Worried, she walked over to the bed.

"What happened here?!"

Minho briefly described what had happened and how he had found Jisung in the bathroom.

Angry, the nurse shook her head.

"You had the instruction not to take a shower alone!"

She left the room in a hurry and came back shortly afterwards with wound disinfection and a doctor.

Jisung opened his eyes blinking and wanted to grab his head, which hurt quite a bit. But his hand was gently pulled back.

"Don't touch it baby! You have quite a laceration on your head."

Jisung looked to the side in surprise and saw Minho sitting next to him.

"How are you? Are you dizzy or feel like you have ti throw up?"

Jisung shook his head.

"Just hurts a little."

"Well, then at least you don't seem to have a concussion. Happiness in misfortune. There will be breakfast soon and then the doctor will discuss with you what to look out for at home. Take care of yourself!"

With this, the nurse left the room and the four were among themselves again.

"Man little one, never do anything like that again! You scared us!!"

Chan attracted Jisung and kissed him gently.

"Hey, kiss your own boyfriend!" Minho watched the two grin and wasn't upset about the kiss at all.

"Would you also like to be kissed?" Changbin asked innocently smiling and kissed Minho conspicuously passionately.

"Leave that. What's wrong with you?"

That made all four of them laugh.

"Come on, let's pack our things and disappear when the doctor was here. I don't want to stay in this hole for a second longer than necessary."

Chan got up with a grin and collected the things scattered in the room, while Jisung leaned back into bed and Minho sat down at the table.

His shoulder hurt like crazy because he had moved too much and carried Jisung. But he didn't want to be noticed.

Jisung would have felt terribly guilty if he knew that Minho was in pain because of him.

Sighing, he put his head on his arms and closed his eyes for a moment.

Only when he felt a hand on his shoulder he looked up again.

"Are you all right, honey?" Chan asked him worried.

Minho shook his head, but putted his finger on his mouth. With a look at the bed, Minho had seen that Jisung had closed his eyes again.

"Just lie in bed for a moment until breakfast is there," Chan said gently and stroked his back.

Minho nodded exhausted and lay down in his bed while Chan and Changbin cleaned up and packed their things.

The breakfast was unspectacular and Chan and Changbin refrained from eating again in the canteen.

After the doctor had been there and explained to them again what to look out for at home and that Jisung should definitely go to a therapist, they finally left the hospital room.

Jimin had promised to pick them up and drive them home.

Unsuspectingly, they ran through the entrance of the hospital, waiting to see Jimin standing there and were received by a flashlight storm and crowded reporters.

Minho saw the panic in Jisung's eyes and attracted him while Chan and Changbin tried to get him through the crowd.

Eventually, they had made it and saw Jimin standing on the side of the road, waving nervously at them.

As fast as they could and unfortunately also pursued by reporters, they ran to the car.

Jimin had already opened the doors for them so that they only had to get in and close the doors behind them.

"Let's go!"

Chan, Jisung and Minho had squeezed into the back seat, although Jisung was actually more in Minho's arm than he was sitting while Changbin sitting in front.

"Damn Jimin! How did they know we were in the damn hospital?!"

"I don't know. Maybe someone chatted about, one of the nurses or the doctors. They were already standing there when I arrived a few minutes ago. I wanted to let you know, but you already came out of the entrance. Damn it...!"

"Can you say out loud... Drive us home first. We can't change that anymore."

Arriving at Jisung and Minho's apartment, Chan and Changbin hesitated. Neither of them knew exactly what to do.

"Are you coming in...?"

Both nodded relieved and said goodbye to Jimin.

After they went into the apartment, they dropped exhausted on the sofa. Jisung had cuddled close to Minho, but got his panic under control to some extent.

They looked at each other perplexed. Actually, they couldn't do anything but wait for news. And they would come, that much was certain.

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