The alarm went off on his phone, Minho stopped making his tea and went to turn it off. It wasn't an usual alarm to make people wake up from their slumber but to Minho it's different. He is different. It was the constant reminder for him to take the daily dose of medicines. It's been a year ever since he got the cardiac transplant. He has been living with a heart of someone else since then. And as the result he needs to take medicines for the rest of his life to help prevent his body from rejecting the new heart. Minho still remembered how freaked out he still was even after he woke up knowing his diseased heart was successfully removed and replaced it with a healthy heart from a deceased donor. It frightened him a little to think of someone who had just died and gave him his heart. Minho closed his eyes, he couldn't stop wondering about his donor since then, thing that's always keeping him awake at night. He never feels that it has become a part of him even though the heart does all the beating normally and pumping his blood effortlessly. Minho wanted to know who he was. Perhaps he will be able to put himself at ease eventually once he knows where it come from. That's when he found himself secretly digging for information of his anonymous donor. But he was sure to keep everything so perfectly low, even his parents weren't aware of his investigation. After some months, Minho found a trace of him but to his slight dismay, he wasn't hundred percent sure that it was him. And so Minho did not stop there. He needed to do something more to confirm the guy named Kim Jonghyun was really his donor. Minho rubbed his face. He knew he went a bit too far. He was supposed to respect Jonghyun and his family to not look further for the donor's identity but here he was, stubbornly in need to. He couldn't help himself too. But when everything is revealed to him, Minho will decide to accept that this new heart has become his part completely. Minho jolted up from his thought when his phone rang. He received the call with a sigh, knowing what the call is all about. Minho: Hello mom? Mrs. Choi: Have you had your pills? Minho: Not yet I-- Mrs. Choi: *cut him off* See! That's why I insisted you shouldn't have moved out Minho. Why don't you take your med on time? What if your neglect causes trouble?! I wouldn't want to hear anything bad happen to you. Minho pinched the bridge of his nose with an inaudible sigh. That's what he hates about when his mother still treats him as an ill-person. She fusses over such thing he knows better of what to do. Mrs. Choi: *continues* Take your med right now Minho. You don't want me to come to your house and check on your pills if you take it regularly, do you?! So-- Minho: *cut her off* Mom please! I know what to do. I was once near death so I do appreciate my new life earnestly. I was about to take it but then you call. So if you don't mind I'll hang up to take my life savior now. Minho hung up moodily. He kind of regretted later that he was being too harsh toward his mother but he has been on edge lately due to some reason. And constant nag from his mother which basically keep remind