“But I know we shouldn’t be together. I’m dying. I can’t bear thinking that I will leave him. I’d rather hurt myself than him. Just not him…”

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Doctor Kim immediately called Chanyeol to go to his house one day.

“Doc? Is there something wrong?”

Doctor Kim sighed as he couldn’t tell this but he has to.

“Doc? Come on, tell your favourite patient.” Chanyeol chuckled.

“Chanyeol, I’m sorry. You’re disease cannot be cured here.”

Silence was soon followed as Chanyeol couldn’t breathe for a second.

“It’s okay. I knew it was bound to happen.” Chanyeol smiled weakly.

“But Chanyeol, you can go to America and they can cure it.”

There was silence for a while but then Chanyeol’s tears start falling.

“No, thanks. I’d rather die.” Chanyeol began sobbing.

Doctor Kim was surprised and so, he hugged Chanyeol.

“Why? Don’t you want to be cured?”

“That has been my dream for 20 years, Doc. But now, I don’t want to pursue it anymore if I have to earn money to do so.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to burden them more. I don’t want them to strive harder for me.”

“Chanyeol, your dad lives for you.”

“And I live for him too, Doc. I don’t know if I’m worth your efforts, Jongin’s efforts, and my dad’s efforts…Baekhyun’s efforts.” Chanyeol whispered the last part.

“You’re worth every effort, Chanyeol. You worth much more than this. Don’t give up just yet. Don’t you trust me?”

“I trust you, Doc. I don’t trust myself.”                                                 

“Then just trust me, Chanyeol. Go to America.”

Chanyeol shook his head and ran away.

Doctor Kim sighed and decided to call Jongin.

The next day, Chanyeol and his dad were at Chanyeol’s bed.

“What is it that you want to talk about, son?”

“I’m going to die, dad.” Chanyeol sighed as he looked down, not wanting to meet his dad’s eyes.

“Stop joking.”

“I wish I was, dad. I wish I was.” Chanyeol smiled bitterly.

Chanyeol was then hugged by