At the hospital, Jin was starting to lose his temper. Nurses, doctors, and staffs were coming in too often. He even counted how long it would take for someone to come in and found the answer.
10 minutes.
Every 10 minutes someone walked in, asked if he was alright, pretended to check over Shun, and stayed for another minute or two to speak with him. He hated it. He wanted to scream at them, to tell them to go do their job! Yet, all he did was give in to their small talks, their questions, all with a smile.
He was Suu Jin, the idol prince.
Letting out a deep exhale as the staff member left him alone, the pinkette looked at a sleeping Shun. The beeping of the monitor told him his friend was still alive, and the slow rise of Shun’s chest calmed him. Slumping in his chair, he pulled out his phone to see over 100 messages, voicemails, and all his social media accounts flooded.