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Jisung's first moments of consciousness were a blur of disorientation and confusion. He felt like he was floating, his body heavy and weak. His muscles ached as if they hadn't been used in a long time, and there was a dull, persistent pain in his bones, a reminder of the injuries that had healed while he slept.

As his eyes slowly adjusted to the soft light of the hospital room, Jisung's mind struggled to make sense of his surroundings. He was lying in a hospital bed, sterile white sheets tucked around him. His limbs felt foreign, like they belonged to someone else. The air was filled with the faint scent of antiseptic, mingling with a sweeter, more comforting aroma that he couldn't quite place.

His gaze drifted to the side of the room, where a bewildering sight awaited him. A sea of flowers, letters, and chocolates cluttered the small space, colorful and vibrant against the stark hospital walls. Bouquets of all shapes and sizes, some simple and elegant, others extravagant and bursting with blooms. Cards and letters piled high, their messages of love and encouragement scrawled in various handwriting styles. Boxes of chocolates, some wrapped in shiny foil, others in more humble packaging, hinted at the sweet sentiments behind them.

Jisung's brow furrowed as he tried to comprehend it all. Why were there so many gifts? Who had sent them? His mind was a haze, struggling to remember the events that had led him here. The last thing he recalled was the sound of Minho's voice on the phone, and then... nothing. Just darkness.

A sudden wave of panic gripped him, his heart racing as he tried to sit up, only to be met with the uncooperative protest of his weak muscles. He felt trapped, helpless, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

It was then that Minho entered the room, his presence immediately calming the storm within Jisung. Minho's eyes were filled with relief and love, and for a moment, Jisung could only stare at him, drinking in the sight of the person he had missed so desperately.

Minho stood outside Jisung's hospital room, his heart pounding in his chest. He wiped his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened the door slowly. The room was filled with the soft hum of medical equipment, and the gentle light from the window bathed Jisung in a warm glow.

Jisung lay in the bed, his eyes half-open, looking fragile yet serene. The sight of him awake, breathing, and conscious after all these weeks felt like a miracle. Minho's breath caught in his throat, and he hesitated for a moment, afraid that this was just another one of his dreams. But Jisung's eyes met his, and he knew it was real.

"Minho," Jisung whispered, his voice hoarse and weak but unmistakably filled with recognition and emotion.

Minho couldn't hold back his tears anymore. He rushed to Jisung's side, gently taking his hand. "Jisung," he choked out, his voice trembling. "You're awake. I can't believe it. You're really awake."

Jisung managed a faint smile, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I'm here," he said softly, squeezing Minho's hand with as much strength as he could muster. "I've missed you so much."

Minho knelt beside the bed, his tears falling freely now. "I've missed you too. Every single day. It's been so hard without you."

Jisung's gaze softened, and he lifted his hand weakly to touch Minho's face. "Thank you for being here," he whispered. "I heard your voice sometimes. It kept me going."

Minho placed his other hand over Jisung's, holding it close to his heart. "I never stopped talking to you. I knew you could hear me. I knew you'd come back to us."

A silence fell over them, filled with the weight of all the unspoken words and emotions that had accumulated during Jisung's coma. Minho's heart swelled with gratitude, love, and relief. He wanted to say so much, to tell Jisung everything that had happened, but for now, just being together was enough.

"I have so much to tell you," Minho said, his voice filled with tenderness.

For a moment, they simply looked at each other, the room filled with unspoken words and shared emotions. Then, Minho reached out and gently took Jisung's hand, feeling the warmth of his skin, the reality of his presence.

Jisung's brow furrowed slightly, confusion flickering in his eyes. "Minho, why am I in the hospital? What happened?"

Minho's heart ached at the question, but he knew Jisung deserved the truth. He took a deep breath, squeezing Jisung's hand gently. "You were in an accident, Jisung. You were hit by a car. You fell into a coma.."

The memory seemed to wash over Jisung like a wave, his eyes widening as the pain and fear of that moment came rushing back. "I remember... the pain. And I was talking to you. We were on the phone, right?"

The words sank in slowly, Jisung's mind struggling to process the reality of his situation. "Also.. A coma?" he repeated, the concept feeling alien and distant. "How long was I out?"

Minho hesitated, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Almost three months. It felt like an eternity." Minho nodded, his own eyes filling with tears. "And yes, we were. You were crossing the street, and then... it happened. I've been here every day, waiting for you to wake up."

Jisung's heart ached at the thought of Minho waiting, worrying, and holding on to hope for so long. "I'm so sorry, Minho," he whispered, his voice breaking. "I didn't mean to..."

"Shh, don't apologize," Minho interrupted gently, squeezing Jisung's hand. "The only thing that matters is that you're here now. You're awake, and you're going to get better."

Minho leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Jisung's forehead. "I'll never give up on you, Jisung. You're my everything."

As they sat together, the reality of Jisung's recovery sinking in, Minho felt a profound sense of gratitude. The long, agonizing wait was over. Jisung was awake, and they had a future to look forward to.

Tears streamed down Minho's face, tears of relief, joy, and love. "I love you so much, Jisung. I've missed you more than words can say."

Jisung smiled, his own tears spilling over. "I love you too, Minho. I'm so glad to be back."

In that moment, everything else faded away. The world outside the hospital room ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the two of them, together again. Jisung was back, and their love was stronger than ever.

A moment of silence was held in the air, both of the boys enjoying each other's presence.

Jisung hummed, the fog in his mind beginning to clear. But the sight of the gifts still puzzled him. "Minho, what are all these?" He gestured weakly to the flowers, letters, and chocolates.

Minho's eyes sparkled with a mixture of pride and amusement. "They're from your fans, Jisung. While you were in a coma, your writing reached a lot of people. You became famous."

Jisung blinked in astonishment, the news taking a moment to sink in. "Famous? Me?"

Minho nodded, a smile spreading across his face. "Yes, you. Your offline book went viral, and people all over the world have been sending you their love and support. They can't wait for you to wake up and see how much you've inspired them."

„But I haven't published a book-" Jisung was cut off by the elder. „But we did it for you.. There's so much i have to tell you."

A mix of emotions surged through Jisung—disbelief, gratitude, and an overwhelming sense of connection to people he had never met. He looked back at the gifts, this time with a new perspective, feeling the love and warmth that had been poured into each one.

"I don't know what to say," he murmured, his voice filled with awe.

Minho leaned in closer, his eyes shining with love and pride. "You don't have to say anything, Jisung. Just know that you are loved, by me and by so many others. And we're all here to help you get through this."

As Jisung lay back, his hand still tightly held by Minho, he felt a newfound strength and determination. He wasn't alone. He had Minho, he had his friends, and he had an entire world of people rooting for him. And with their support, he knew he could face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Minho gave Jisung's hand a gentle squeeze, his eyes still full of warmth. "Seungmin and the rest are waiting outside. Can I let them in?"

At the mention of Seungmin, Jisung's eyes lit up, a spark of excitement cutting through his fatigue. Seungmin was his best friend, and the thought of seeing him after so long filled him with a rush of joy. "Seungmin's here? And the others too?" he asked, his voice laced with anticipation.

Minho nodded, his smile widening. "Yes, Hyunjin, Chan, Jeongin, Felix, and Changbin are all here too. They've been waiting to see you."

Despite the weariness that tugged at him, Jisung couldn't suppress his eagerness to see his friends. He felt a surge of strength fueled by his longing to reunite with them. "Yes, please. Let them in."

Minho stood and walked to the door, opening it to reveal the anxious faces of their friends. Seungmin was the first to step forward, his eyes wide with relief and joy. The others followed closely behind, their expressions a mix of happiness and concern.

"Jisung!" Seungmin exclaimed, rushing to his bedside. He carefully wrapped his arms around Jisung, mindful of his friend's fragile state. "I missed you so much."

Jisung's heart swelled with emotion as he hugged Seungmin back, the familiar comfort of his best friend's embrace grounding him. "I missed you too, Mimmi. So much."

Hyunjin, Chan, Jeongin, Felix, and Changbin gathered around the bed, their faces alight with joy at seeing Jisung awake. They each took turns gently hugging him or holding his hand, their presence a balm to his weary soul.

"Welcome back, Jisung," Chan said softly, his voice thick with emotion. "We were all so worried."

Jisung smiled, feeling the love and support of his friends wash over him. "Thank you, Chan. Thank you all. I... I can't believe I'm finally awake."

Felix's eyes filled with unshed tears as he took a step closer to Jisung. "Jisung, I'm so sorry," he said, his voice breaking. "I still blame myself for what happened. We went out drinking that night, and it was my idea. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have been in that accident."

Jisung shook his head slightly, though the effort was tiring. "Felix, it wasn't your fault," he said softly. "I made the choice to go out with you. Please don't blame yourself. What's important is that we're all here now."

Felix's eyes shimmered with guilt and relief, and he nodded, though the weight of his feelings was still evident. "Thank you, Jisung," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "I'll try to remember that."

Changbin nodded, his usually stoic expression softened with affection. "We never gave up on you."

Jisung's heart ached with gratitude, the weight of his friends' unwavering faith and love almost overwhelming. "I don't know how to thank you all," he said, his voice trembling. "I couldn't have done it without you."

Jeongin smiled warmly. "You don't have to thank us, Jisung. We're just glad you're here with us."

As the initial excitement settled, Jisung felt the exhaustion creeping back in. His body, still recovering, was reminding him of its limits. He leaned back against the pillows, his eyelids heavy but his heart full.

Minho noticed the signs of fatigue and gently addressed the group. "Jisung needs his rest, guys. But we can come back later."

Seungmin nodded, understanding and concern in his eyes. "Of course. We'll let you rest, Jisung. We'll be back soon, okay?"

Jisung smiled weakly, his eyes already closing. "Okay. Thank you, everyone. I can't wait to catch up more when I'm feeling better."

As his friends quietly exited the room, Minho stayed by his side, his presence a comforting anchor. Jisung drifted off to sleep, a sense of peace and security settling over him. He knew that with his friends and Minho by his side, he could face any challenge and emerge stronger than before.

Minho stayed a bit longer than the others, his presence a comforting anchor for Jisung.

Soon, Jisung's parents arrived, their visit brief but filled with relieved smiles and gentle reassurances. They fussed over him for a bit, their love and concern evident in every touch and word. Jisung tried to stay present, but the toll of the day's emotions and interactions was wearing on him.

Once his parents had left, Jisung's exhaustion became palpable. His eyelids drooped, and his body felt heavy. Noticing this, Minho squeezed his hand gently. "You need to rest," he said softly. "I'll come back tomorrow, I promise."

As Minho leaned down, he planted a tender kiss on Jisung's lips. It felt heavenly, a rush of warmth and familiarity flooding through them both. After months of separation and uncertainty, this simple act was a reminder of their love, their bond, and the miracle of being together again. Minho lingered for a moment, savoring the feeling, before reluctantly pulling away.

"Sleep well, Jisung," Minho whispered, his voice filled with affection and relief. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Jisung managed a small, contented smile before drifting off, the kiss and Minho's promise carrying him into a peaceful sleep.

„I love you."

Over the next few weeks, Minho visited Jisung every single day without fail. He became a constant presence at the hospital, accompanying Jisung to his rehabilitation sessions and cheering him on as he made progress, no matter how small.

The once weak and frail boy was gradually regaining his strength, each day bringing new milestones and triumphs.

Jisung's muscles, though still weak, were slowly becoming more responsive. He could feel the improvements with each passing day, the determination in his heart mirrored by Minho's unwavering support. The rehabilitation sessions were grueling, but Minho's encouragement and the progress Jisung made kept him motivated.

The news of Jisung's awakening had spread across the internet, and the outpouring of support from his fans was overwhelming. Every day, more letters, plushies, flowers, and balloons arrived, filling his room with a vibrant display of affection and well-wishes. The messages were filled with love, encouragement, and relief, providing Jisung with a constant reminder of the people rooting for him.

One afternoon, as Minho sat by his side, Jisung looked at the pile of gifts and letters. His curiosity had been piqued for days, and he finally turned to Minho, his eyes filled with a mixture of wonder and confusion.

"Minho," Jisung began, his voice still soft but steady. "You mentioned a book... the one you published for me that made me famous. Can you tell me more about it?"

Minho smiled, his eyes sparkling with pride and affection. "Of course," he said, reaching for his bag. He pulled out a well-worn copy of the book and handed it to Jisung.

The cover bore an image of Jisung, looking vibrant and full of life, with the title written in bold letters. Jisung's eyes widened as he took it in, his fingers tracing the familiar lines of his own face.

Minho settled in, ready to tell the story behind the book. "When you fell into the coma, Seungmin gave me something precious: your diary. He told me you entrusted it to him. It was filled with your thoughts about the world, our friends, and... about us."

Jisung's eyes widened further, his breath catching in his throat. "My diary?"

"Yes," Minho confirmed, nodding. "Your story, your dreams, your thoughts about everyone and everything. I realized that the world needed to know who you truly are. So, I took your words and, with the help of our friends, we turned it into this book. Put everything together, even the pictures and your little scribbles."

Minho reached into his bag again and pulled out the old, worn diary, its pages filled with Jisung's handwriting. He placed it next to the published version. "The whole friend group participated. We wanted to make sure people knew who you really are, Jisung. Your story, in your own words, touched so many hearts."

Jisung's heart swelled with emotion as he looked at the two books side by side. The published version, a polished representation of his inner world, and his old diary, a raw and intimate collection of his thoughts. Tears welled up in his eyes as he realized the love and dedication his friends had poured into this project.

"Thank you," Jisung whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Thank you all so much."

Minho leaned in, gently wiping away Jisung's tears. "You're welcome, Jisung. We wanted to share your light with the world. And now, it's time for you to shine even brighter."

Minho's smile widened, a blush creeping onto his cheeks as he gazed at Jisung with affection. "Jisung, there's something else than just a book," he said softly, reaching for his phone. With a few taps, he brought up a video from the concert he and Hyunjin had performed.

In the video, Minho stood on stage, bathed in lights, his voice clear and resolute as he addressed the cheering crowd.

The crowd grew silent, sensing the gravity of his words.

"Many of you might have heard rumors about me and a boy named Han Jisung. There were stories, speculations, and accusations, and I denied them because I was scared, and my company told me to do so. But I don't want to hide anymore. The truth is, Jisung and I... we are in love."

A murmur of shock rippled through the audience, but Minho pressed on, his resolve unwavering.

"Two weeks ago, Jisung was in a terrible accident, and he's been in a coma ever since. It's been the hardest time of my life, but it's also made me realize how much he means to me. I love him so much, and I want the world to know his story."

Minho turned his attention back to Jisung, his eyes shimmering with love and vulnerability. "I wanted the world to know how I feel about you, Jisung. I didn't care about the company or anyone else's opinions. You mean everything to me. I don't care if someone is against gay people, if they're disgusted or something like that. I love you, and someone's opinion won't change that."

Jisung's heart swelled with emotion, tears gathering in his eyes as he watched the video. He reached out, taking Minho's hand in his, squeezing it gently. "Minho..."

"That's not all," Minho added, his voice warm with excitement. "After our announcement, Hyunjin and Seungmin also shared their relationship with the world. We wanted to show that love, in all its forms, deserves to be celebrated."

Jisung gasped, overwhelmed by the love and support surrounding him. "No way...! Thank you, Minho. Thank you for everything."

Minho leaned closer, pressing a tender kiss to Jisung's lips. It felt like a promise of a future filled with love, acceptance, and the courage to be true to themselves. Together, they had faced challenges and overcome obstacles, but now, they were ready to embrace their love openly, supported by their friends and fans alike.

Do you know the feeling when you want to make a sudden change, doing it without any fear and proper thinking?

After their tender moment, Minho looked deeply into Jisung's eyes, a hint of nervousness mingling with his love-filled gaze.

Taking a deep breath, he summoned his courage and spoke softly but with determination, almost blurting out the question.

"Jisung," Minho began, his voice steady yet tinged with anticipation, "will you be my boyfriend?"

Jisung's heart skipped a beat at Minho's straightforward question. He felt a rush of warmth spreading through him, overwhelmed by Minho's sincerity and the depth of their connection. He smiled warmly, his cheeks flushing pink with happiness. „Hyung.."

"Yes," Jisung replied without hesitation, his voice filled with affection. "Yes, Minho, I want to be your boyfriend... This time I don't want you to run away, to hide anything."

Minho's face lit up with joy, relief flooding through him as he let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. He couldn't contain the wide grin that spread across his face, his eyes sparkling with happiness.

"Thank you, Jisung," Minho said softly, his tone filled with gratitude and love. "I promise to take you out and ask you properly, more romantically than a hospital bed.. but I just had to ask.. I couldn't wait any longer."

Jisung chuckled softly, feeling a wave of excitement at the thought of what Minho had planned. "I can't wait," he replied, leaning in to kiss Minho gently on the lips once more. It was a kiss filled with promise and the start of a new chapter in their lives together.

As they pulled back, their hands intertwined, they shared a knowing look, their hearts beating in sync. They knew that their journey together was just beginning, and with Minho's love and support, Jisung felt like he could conquer anything.

It's not Jisung and Minho anymore. Now, it's Jisung and Minho. Together through thick and thin.

Two boys that met each other by fanboying, now kissing in a hospital room, surrounded by tons of gifts and flowers for Jisung.

————————————fri 21st june 2024.

hello lovelies! one of the last chapters of fanfic writer! it brings me a feeling of nostalgia when i published last chapters of god rivals.

i'm at the airport now, preparing the last chapter and a spoiler; more stories coming soon;)

tyler xx