Han Jisung. ❥

The hospital corridor smelled of alcohol and cold 3pm coffee.
The door to Consulting Room 3 suddenly opened.
Minho staggered in, leaning one hand against the wall and the other on his chest. He was breathing heavily, on purpose.
Just then, Jisung walked by with the tray of medicine. Porcelain skin, impeccable white uniform, his hair falling over his forehead.
"Ah!"
The tray fell to the floor. Syringes, pills, and cups rolled everywhere. But Jisung didn't care.
"Mr. Minho!"
She ran and grabbed his arm before he could finish faking the fall. Her hands were cold, but firm. She guided him to the stretcher as if he weighed nothing.
"You again..." she whispered, frowning, her cheeks already red with fear. "Sit down. Now. Breathe."
Minho slumped down dramatically. He put a hand to his forehead.
"I... I felt dizzy ," she said softly. "Ever since I came in. I think it's something to do with my heart."
Jisung knelt down in front of him to be at his level. He took his wrist to feel his pulse. His fingers were trembling slightly.
"Don't say that," she murmured. She examined his eyes with a small flashlight, too close. She could smell Jisung's shampoo. "Did he eat today? Did he sleep? Did he drink water?"
Each question came with a worried look that melted Minho's heart. "I ate," Minho lied. "But... it only happens when I see you, Jisung."
The silence lasted for a second longer than expected. Jisung abruptly released his wrist and stood up, extremely flustered. He began picking up the tray from the floor without looking at him.

"T-That doesn't make medical sense," he said quickly. "It must be low blood pressure. I'm going to take your blood pressure. Stay still."
But his ears were red. And Minho noticed.

Holish loves, I edited it. Okay :(