" This room is so messy. " Jaemin complained but still continued on cleaning the room. He's occassionally checking his temperature by placing a hand on his forehead. " I think I'm going to die. " 

" Jeno, i think we should separate our ways. " 

" What kind of joke is this? " Jeno laughed and lean his head on her shoulder but she removes it. 

" I just don't feel like it anymore. " 

Jeno's face became serious. 

" Stop joking around. It's not funny anymore. "

She faced him and showed him how serious she is. 

" I'm not joking. " 

" Don't do this. " 
  
Jeno tried to hold her but failed. 

" I have to! I don't like you anymore. And we should break up. " 

" D-do you like someone else now? "

" Y-yes. " 
  
Her answer was like a rope. It seems like he tied a rope to his own neck. 

" Who? " 

" You don't have to know. " 

" Who is it?! Who?! " 

" It's Na Jaemin! " 

M-me? Why me. And w-who is that -- 

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White? Why did the Arts Room turned white? Did I clean that well? 

" Jaemin? Are you awake? " 

" Yuta hyung? Huh? Is Yuta hyung here in the Arts Club? Perhaps he was the one who cleaned this that's why it turned white. " Jaemin scanned the whole room. 

" Idiot. We aren't on the Arts Club. We're at the hospital." Yuta slapped Jaemin's forehead to wake the younger's sense. 

" Hospital? " Jaemin asked innocently. Right. He haven't been here before. 

" It'