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A hospital is quiet for a reason. There are sick individuals who stay in the hospital and it is a place that is supposed for them to rest properly without getting disturbed. The place is meant to block all the noise from the outside world to let these people be at peace.

However, everything is just too quiet for Jaemin's liking.

The monochromatic colour scheme makes him sick. The dull, bland, walls felt like they were closing on him.

It suffocates him to an extent.

The reeking odor of disinfectant spray that wafts throughout the entire vicinity, of bleach wafting from the crisp and thin bedding sheets, the freezing cold metallic materials, just like his bed rails.

There's nothing much he can do to it, though. After all, he's a patient like everyone else is.

Jaemin climbs down his bed, his hand instinctively reaches for the wall, pressing against it for support. He saunters towards the couch where his backpack is left untouched for days. He smiles to himself at the familiar texture of the fabric grazing his fingertips. He unzips it and began to rummage through his stuff, a few set of clean clothes, a small-sized teddy bear that fitted inside his bag perfectly. His brows furrowed together when he felt a hard object touch his hand, he takes several moments to determine what it could possibly be, only to fail from doing so. He pulls it out and it turned out to be a notebook of his.

No, it was his diary.

His eyes grew wide upon realising. It's been a long time since he last saw his diary. It's been missing for years and he had no idea where he left the said object before. And to think it took his friend that long before being able to retrieve it for him, he can only wonder how much he burdened his friend to look for it in his favor. He made a mental note to himself to thank his friend once his friend pays him a visit.

"If only Renjun is around right now.. Then maybe things wouldn't be so dull as they are right this moment." he thought. But that would be too much to ask. The latter have a life of his own anyways, and bringing Jaemin everything he asks the boy as favor is already enough.

Perhaps, even more than enough.

He sets his diary done on his lap as he continued to rummage inside his bag, in search for something he can use to write on. He finds a lip balm along the pen he was looking for, with a note attached to it.

"Use this so your lips wouldn't be so dry, idiot!

- Renjun"

The note made him laugh a bit, he tosses the lip balm back inside his bag, "Maybe some other time."

"I guess, I'll write again."