I heard soft whisperings in my sleep. My eyes flicked open. It was dark. I could not see anything. 

"But...but.. A girl?!"

" Why? Are you scared of girls, Junghwan?" 

"No! I-" 

" Where am I?" I muttered under my breath, next thing I knew, I was out again. 

Sun beamed into my eyes. I opened them. 

"Well, look who's awake! Soyeon, I'm Park Minwoo. You can call me Doctor Park." A man in his mid thirties said to me. Beside him on the bed sat a boy my age.

'Where am I? ' I thought.  "Soyeon, you're in Seoul hospital. You fainted in your school due to stress. Junghwan, here, has the Same reason why youre here." Doctor Park smiled as if he could read my mind. 

" H-how long would I stay here? " I asked Doctor Park.  "oh, just for a few days. Now, if you'd excuse me. " he replied, and in less than a second he was out of the ward.

  " I'm Sandeul." the guy who I assumed was my ward mate said to me. I could sense the sincerity in his tone of voice.

" wait, I thought you're Jungwhan? " I asked the bunny looking guy. 

" my real name is Junghwan. I prefer Sandeul though. " He smiled, as if the name was worth a million dollars.

  " Well Hello Sandeul, I'm Soyeon. " I smiled at him.  " I know. " He chuckled. I like him, I thought, he's nice.

 We talked and talked, until my throat was very dry. I told Sandeul I was going to buy a drink from the store downstairs and left the ward, in search for drink. 

I scanned the shelves that contained sugary liquids. " I'm not looking for sweetened drinks though. " I said. People around me maybe thought I was insane, wearing a hospital's patient clothes and all that. But who cares? I grinned when I found what I was looking for from the beginning. A packet of fresh milk. I paid for the milk and walked happily to a nearby bench. 

My head slammed into someone's chest. You could say I wasn't watching where I was going. I watched in horror as the milk from my opened packet spilled out of its home, splattering all over that someone's chest. Uh oh. 

" I'm so so sorry! Let me buy you another packet of milk. " I heard a heavenly voice. I looked up to see a man  that seemed a little older than I was. 

" No I'm sorry! Your T-shirt is soaked! " I protested but lost. I got another packet of milk, and he didn't even allow me to pay him some money to get his shirt which i noticed wasn't the patients' clothes washed. 

" Hey, I'm Lee Joon. " sigh, I could hear that heavenly voice all day! 

" I'm Soyeon. " I smiled.  We exchanged numbers and agreed to meet up again soon. 

I trudged back to the ward which Sandeul and I shared. 

" Hello Sandeul! " I greeted him. 

"Woah? Someone's in a good mood. Hey,um Soyeon, can I have your number?  " 

I giggled. " sure!" and took out my hand phone. 

I gave out my hand phone number to 2 people that day? That's not like me. 

A few days later, Sandeul and I were discharged!! I sat alone, at the bus stop, waiting for the bus. My phone buzzed. 

From: Sandeul oppa! 

Soyeonnieeee! I miss you already! Let's meet again soon okay? Sandeul will miss soyeonnie!! ><

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I laughed.  Oh Sandeul oppa. 

To: Sandeul oppa!  

Oh oppa!! Sure. ^^ Soyeon will miss Sandeul oppa too! Take care okay, oppa?

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From: Sandeul oppa ! 

Okayh. Sandeul will listen to soyeonnie! 

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I grinned. Only Sandeul oppa can make me laugh like that! I scrolled down on my phone, looking through my contacts. Lee Joon <3 speaking of  Lee Joon, didn't he say he'd call me? I pressed his name, and heard ringing. 

" Hello?" He answered.

" Lee Joon oppa! Why didn't you call me? " I asked.

" what's your surname?" he whispered.

" Erm.. Kim?" I replied.

" Oh!!! Soyeon ah!! Sorry! Discharged from the hospital already? " He asked.

" Yup!! " " wanna do something special tonight, Soyeon ah? " he asked me.

I grinned. "Sure oppa! Where do you want to go? "

" don't worry. I'll pick you up at 7? " I could almost see him smiling on the other side of the phone

. " okay! Bye oppa! " I hung up the phone.

It's a date!! I have a date with Lee Joon oppa! I squealed and decided to run home, skipping like a mad person. But who cares?