❝We all make choices, but in the end our choices make us.❞
-- Ken Levine --

Kibum stopped in front of the hospital’s entrance, not going in. He turned around when he heard a familiar voice.

“I see, you still hate the hospital.” Key smiled at the man who was talking to him. It was a young, good looking man in a white coat, obviously a doctor.

“Good morning, Yesung hyung,” Kibum greeted the man politely and bowed. Yesung was young, yet really talented. He had been Key’s doctor for years. He had helped Kibum a lot, and had become a friend of Key. Yesung felt really sorry for the younger boy, as he had this awful illness. That was why he was doing his best to find a way to cure it.

“Good morning. Why are you here so early? It’s not even 7 o’clock.” Yesung asked.

“Yeah, I had to leave the house before Taemin woke up.” Key answered.

“You still haven’t told him?”

“I don’t know how. It’s cruel to raise his hopes, when I wasn’t sure if he should have any.” Kibum said.

“Speaking of hope, I have news for you.’ Yesung said cheerfully.  At that, Key’s face lit up.

“Really? What news?” He asked curiously.

“Let’s go in first. There is something in my office I want to show you.”

“Oh okay.” Key sighed, but followed his doctor.

“Take a seat, Key. Just make yourself at home.” Yesung said as he opened the door for Kibum.

“I am home, hyung. I’ve been here countless times. I’m not really a guest anymore.” The Diva replied.

“Yeah, you’re right. I was just saying.” Yesung said, laughing. He looked in his drawer a