double take; jonghyun/minho
double take ; jongho
a/n: creepypasta, in the spirit of Halloween :) "they place on your wrist a white wristband with your name on it (in a hospital). there are other different colored wristbands which symbolize other things..."
Jonghyun wakes up with a sudden lurching back to reality feeling, like someone's shoved him out of bed. But no, he's still curled up under a blanket, in the full bed he insists on having despite his roommate's protests. He can't explain what woke him up, so he tosses and turns a few moments, trying to go back to that elusive dream world. Somewhere down the hallways machines beep (because a hospital never sleeps, contrary to what was told when he first got here), nurses make their final rounds, life just goes on.
A few moments later he decides to crawl out of bed, noting that his roommate is still not back from when he was rushed out earlier. It's quiet, but Jonghyun always did most of the talking.
He remembers there are vending machines on the first floor, right by the nice-if-sometimes-bitchy receptionist; and he decides that maybe a small sweet could help him relax. Padding to the hallway, he passes another patient; and starts chatting with him. He's quiet, prefering to listen and nod every so often rather that blabber on much like Jonghyun does, and he's quite tall and slightly intimidating; but honestly Jonghyun is grateful for the company.
They enter the elevator together, still making small talk back and forth. Jonghyun learns that Minho enjoys rapping and soccer as opposed to his own dancing and singing; and he learns that Minho's mouth twitches when he's trying to surpress a smile. A soft ding echos through the compartment, and another boy (his roommate, he realizes) is about to enter; but suddenly Jonghyun slams the door shut with the close button, and punches the highest floor button.
"What was that for?!" Minho's voice is scolding him, shooting a glare his way, "why didn't you let him in? He probably just wanted to get back to his room!"
"That...that's my roommate," Jonghyun's breathing out and wrapping arms around himself, shaking and drained of colour already. "They...they took him out for an operation, earlier today."
"And?"
"W-well, we talked, and he said he'd see me later...b-but he died, he died during the operation. He's dead. Didn't you see the red wristband on his arm?"
Minho stares at him for a moment, blinking, before smiling and raising his wrist. "Did it look like this?"
a/n: creepypasta, in the spirit of Halloween :) "they place on your wrist a white wristband with your name on it (in a hospital). there are other different colored wristbands which symbolize other things..."
Jonghyun wakes up with a sudden lurching back to reality feeling, like someone's shoved him out of bed. But no, he's still curled up under a blanket, in the full bed he insists on having despite his roommate's protests. He can't explain what woke him up, so he tosses and turns a few moments, trying to go back to that elusive dream world. Somewhere down the hallways machines beep (because a hospital never sleeps, contrary to what was told when he first got here), nurses make their final rounds, life just goes on.
A few moments later he decides to crawl out of bed, noting that his roommate is still not back from when he was rushed out earlier. It's quiet, but Jonghyun always did most of the talking.
He remembers there are vending machines on the first floor, right by the nice-if-sometimes-bitchy receptionist; and he decides that maybe a small sweet could help him relax. Padding to the hallway, he passes another patient; and starts chatting with him. He's quiet, prefering to listen and nod every so often rather that blabber on much like Jonghyun does, and he's quite tall and slightly intimidating; but honestly Jonghyun is grateful for the company.
They enter the elevator together, still making small talk back and forth. Jonghyun learns that Minho enjoys rapping and soccer as opposed to his own dancing and singing; and he learns that Minho's mouth twitches when he's trying to surpress a smile. A soft ding echos through the compartment, and another boy (his roommate, he realizes) is about to enter; but suddenly Jonghyun slams the door shut with the close button, and punches the highest floor button.
"What was that for?!" Minho's voice is scolding him, shooting a glare his way, "why didn't you let him in? He probably just wanted to get back to his room!"
"That...that's my roommate," Jonghyun's breathing out and wrapping arms around himself, shaking and drained of colour already. "They...they took him out for an operation, earlier today."
"And?"
"W-well, we talked, and he said he'd see me later...b-but he died, he died during the operation. He's dead. Didn't you see the red wristband on his arm?"
Minho stares at him for a moment, blinking, before smiling and raising his wrist. "Did it look like this?"