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Myungsoo tilted his head back, and swept his gaze in an arch over the room. His sister whacked him over the head with the clipboard again. Myungsoo stopped fiddling with the hem of his dress to glare at his sister.

"Stay still." She hissed for what was (probably?) the twentieth time.

Myungsoo grumbled under his breath, but stopped when his sister lifted the clipboard again menacingly. Myungsoo wriggled his bare toes on the ground (his shoes lay on the floor next to his socks--his sister said they had to be off). Myungsoo had nothing to do, so he was bored. And when Myungsoo was bored, he found it infinitely difficult to keep still. He had to move, or he'd just lose it, and go on a rampage or something. Myungsoo looked at all the unfamiliar medical equipment, that seemed really interesting and novel, but were unfortunately out of bounds for him. His sister would flip if he so much as touched any of them. Myungsoo huffed a little. His sister was always going on about how delicate and expensive the stuff was, but Myungsoo wouldn't destroy them--he just wanted to touch.

"Come here." His sister finished adjusting the big white machine that hung from a metal arm protruding from the table. Myungsoo eyed the contraption warily as he laid down where his sister told him to.

"What's that gonna do?" Myungsoo wanted to know if it would hurt.

"X-ray, idiot."

"Yeah, I know, but what does it do?" Myungsoo looked at it suspiciously, then turned to his sister. She decided that his question wasn't all that important, and ignored him, preparing the machine, and throwing one last stern look over her shoulder.

"Stay still."

Myungsoo lay back on the cold leather of the matress below the white machine thingamabob, and glared at it, as his sister brought it nearer and nearer to his chest... Myungsoo closed his eyes, a little afraid of the pain (the x-ray would show his heart--something that could pierce through his skin would surely hurt). He opened them ten seconds later (Myungsoo counted), because he didn't feel the pain at all, and wanted to check what the hell was going on. His sister was brining the machine back to it's original position.

"Done." Myungsoo's sister dusted her hands off in a satisfied manner, and motioned for Myungsoo to get off the mattress.

"Done?" Myungsoo echoed, disbelieving, and wincing when something in the left side of his chest tugged a little when he sat up. "That's it?" he eyed his sister incredulously.

She looked at him a tad strangely, and adjusted the machine again, ready for the next patient. "But...but...I didn't feel anything." Myungsoo narrowed his eyes in suspicion. Was the machine even working?

"Good. Because you're not supposed to feel anything, idiot." His sister scoffed. "We'll take a look at your heart, and then the doctor will explain about your condition later on, during the consultation session." Myungsoo groaned. There was more? This wasn't over yet? When could he change back into his own clothes?

Myungsoo thought about how his heart had hurt since he'd been abandoned. As cheesy and impossible as it sounded, Myungsoo wondered if the x-ray would show how his heart was broken, wondered if anyone could see how much it hurt Myungsoo to be aloone. Myungsoo was never a clingy person, but it was always nice to know that he had someone to run to when life got too hard, and everything was too difficult. For the past three years, that person had been his best friend, and now that he was well and truly never coming back, Myungsoo felt painfully lost.

Myungsoo hoped that it didn't show.

With no safe harbour he could return to anymore, Myungsoo felt more vulnerable. He didn't want anyone to know how truly weak and out of it he was. He didn't want to have even more wounds to nurse and cry over.

He walked out of the x-ray room, when his sister dismissed him, and took his seat next to Sungyeol who was still waiting outside. Sungyeol looked at him expectantly.

"So?" One of Sungyeol's bony fingers poked inbetween his ribs, making Myungsoo jump and yelp. Sungyeol laughed at that, as if Myungsoo's reaction delighted him no end.

"So what?" Myungsoo managaed in between clenched teeth.

"The x-ray. What did they say?" Sungyeol's eyes opened even more as he gave Myungsoo a wide-eyed, curious look. The corners of Myungsoo's mouth twitched slightly upwards, as he resisted the urge to laugh at the ridiculous boy. Myungsoo cleared his throat to rid himself of the laughter.

"I havent't seen the doctor yet. I just took the x-ray." Myungsoo explained.

Sungyeol nodded his head wisely (Myungsoo fought the urge to laugh again). "Yeah, that's right, the doctor doesn't usually visit the x-ray. When's your consultation scheduled?" He asked, peering at Myungsoo's hand for the number slip.

Myungsoo stretched his palms out towards Sungyeol, to show that he didn't have one. Sungyeol laughed again, and placed one of his hands on Myungsoo's, bony fingers covering his completely. Myungsoo looked at him strangely for a while, then retracted his hand. He shrugged.

"Dunno. I'll just go see the doctor when my sister tells me to." Myungsoo jabbed his thumb in the direction of the room, where his sister was busy ushering a small, reluctant boy in.

"Your sister." Sungyeol pointed to her, and repeated after Myungsoo, as if he was a toddler learning to speak. Myungsoo gave a short laugh (which he hastily swallowed--what was so funny?!), and stretched and lay down across the row of seats. They were hard, and unforgiving, but Myungsoo was tired, and he wanted to take a short nap.

A shadow blocked the light from his face and he opened one eye to find Sungyeol leaning over him. Myungsoo raised his eyebrow.

"What?" He looked at the boy.

"You wanna put your head in my lap? It'll be more comfortable." Sungyeol offered with a generous air. Myungsoo remembered how bony his legs had looked, and thought otherwise.

"Um, no...?" Myungsoo shifted slightly away from the strange person. They'd just met moments ago, and he was being so friendly? They were practically strangers, and Sungyeol was okay with skinship? Myungsoo sighed, and his side, so he couldn't see Sungyeol even if he opened his eyes. He passed a weary hand over his face.

"Myungsoo!" His sister called, and Myungsoo peeled hiself off the chairs, groaning. He was tired! Why wouldn't anyone let him sleep? He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, and followed his sister down the hallway.

The little kid from before was sitting on the chair, swinging his good leg angrily. Myungsoo looked at the other foot encased in a plaster cast, sympathetically. He'd broken his leg too, during fourth grade, and it had hurt. He saw how the boy's crutch was lying across the corridor, and frowned. Someone could trip over that...

"Woah!" He looked up to see his sister loose her footing, and slam down onto the floor, papers and x-ray photos spilling across the floor, mixing with each other, messing up the order.

"Yah! You okay?" Myungsoo crouched down beside his sister, who had rolled back onto her feet almost instantly, gathering the papers together, putting them in order again, muttering under her breath. When she came to the last two x-rays, she hesitated, hand hovering over uncertaintly. Then, she picked them up, and slotted them back into the pile, and straightened herself.

Myungsoo looked curiously at the sheets his sister carried in her arms. "All sorted?" Myungsoo stuck his chin out at them.

"Yeah." She continued walking down the corridor, heels clicking on the linolin. Myungsoo leaned the crutch against the wall, and hurried after her.

"Go in." His sister held a door open for him.

Myungsoo sat down in the chair next to the doctor's table, and looked up when the doctor walked out from behind some curtains at the back of the room. He took the x-ray photo his sister held out to him, and attached it to a brightly lit screen.

Myungsoo looked at the xray curiously. So this was what his heart looked like? For real? He could just barely make it out, that white blob in the middle of his lungs. He heard the doctor draw in his breath sharply.

"So you felt pain?" The doctor turned around. Myungsoo noticed he had stopped smiling.

Myungsoo nodded, and swallowed.

"What kind of pain?" The doctor returned to his seat, and scribbled something down on a notepad (Myungsoo could never read a doctor's handwriting. He briefly wondered if illegible writing was a requirement to become a doctor). Myungsoo thought back to the pain that morning. It had been sharp, burning, as if his heart was on fire.

The doctor nodded once.

"Ischemic heart disease."

Myungsoo leaned forward. "What?"

"Ischemic heart disease. The condition is bad." The doctor drew in a breath, and Myungsoo held his. "I'm terribly sorry, but you don't have much time left. Two months at least. It's usually curable, but this time, I'm not sure why the symptoms showed up so late, and you're now way past the curable stage."

Myungsoo stared.

"I'm sorry." The doctor said again, and Myungsoo could hear a clatter behind him, as his sister processed the information, and dropped whatever it was she was holding.

"I'm going to die in two months." Myungsoo didn't say that as a question, but rather as a spoken statement. He wanted to hear his own voice saying that. The doctor nodded, and looked ready to comfort him, in case he was about to break down, or throw a fit or something.

But Myungsoo had no intention of doing either. Myungsoo thought of how he felt so alone, how his life was now one huge jumbled up mess. He guessed he'd really been happy with his best friend when he could still be by his side, and Myungsoo knew that these happy memories just made him feel more miserable. Even so, he couldn't let them go, because that had probably been the best times of his life. He'd had three happy years. And now it was all over. Myungsoo felt numb. His life would be over in two months. He only had to be alone for two more months. The end would be merciful.

"I see," Myungsoo found himself saying to the doctor, as he stood up to go out of the consultation room, as if all the doctor had just told him that he'd just caught the common cold. "I see."

Myungsoo backed out of the room, waved to his sister, who was still standing at the back of the room, with a blank expression on her face. Myungsoo didn't want to stay, to hear more about his disease. He was about to die. What did he care about that? It would be over soon. Myungsoo could almost laugh. Almost.

It would be over soon.

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"Stop following me." Myungsoo looked over his left shoulder, where he could see Sungyeol some paces back. The guy had been trailing after him like some huge, gangly lost puppy ever since he'd gone out of the room, changed, and walked straight out of the hospital.

Sungyeol looked at him, and smiled.

"Okay." Sungyeol moved faster, so that he was now walking beside Myungsoo, and was obviously not following the guy.

Myungsoo slapped a hand to his forehead, and let it slide down slowly. The guy was seriously irritating him now. And he didn't even know if Sungyeol was doign it on purpose, or if he just had an amazing knack of annoying him unconsciously. Myungsoo wanted to be alone again. To think things over. To sort himself out. To let the information really sink in.

Myungsoo his heel to the right all of the sudden, and walked into a cafe by the side of the street. It was warm, cozy, and dimly lit inside--the perfect place to mull things over. Alone. He looked out the glass window, and saw Sungyeol looking in at him, still left out on the pavement.

Good, Sungyeol thought to himself. Let him stay there. Please.

"Vanilla Ice-cream." He ordered, before squishing himself into a cramped corner booth. Myungsoo folded his arms on the table, and lowered his head to rest snugly in the crook of his arm.

"Oi! That was mean. How could you just leave me there?!" Sungyeol folded his body to squeeze in opposite Myungsoo. He could feel the other guy's long, long legs taking up too much space under the table, and their knees knocked together a little, until Myungsoo bent his a little more, to fit under his seat. Myungsoo didn't raise his head.

Instead, he groaned into the crook of his arm, his voice coming out muffled.

"What did you say?" Sungyeol leaned closer to him, and Myungsoo could feel the guy's warm breath on his hair, making it tickle his ears a little. Myungsoo scrunched his face up.

"Go away." Myungsoo's voice sounded as tired and as exasperated as he felt.

"No." Sungyeol replied happily, and started swinging his legs slightly under the table, and made their knees knock together even more, despite Myungsoo's best efforts to try to keep his legs stowed and tucked safely away under his side of the bench.

"Why." Myungsoo hadn't meant as a question, but rather as a curse at his rotten luck, to have met such a persistent irritant.

"Because I'm your friend."

When had he decided that by himself? Myungsoo raised his head, so that it now rested on his arms, and considered Sungyeol from the corner of his eyes. "Since when were we friends. We just met. You're practically a stranger." Myungsoo tried explaining. Sungyeol threw his head back and laughed, as if Myungsoo had just cracked the funniest joke in the universe or something.

"Yeah. We just met. So we're new friends." Sungyeol brought his head back down, to look at Myungsoo. "And we're not strangers. You know my name." Sungyeol pointed out.

"You don't know mine." Myungsoo tried again.

"Oh yeah." Sungyeol looked at him expectantly. Myungsoo sighed, and surrendered.

"I'm Myungsoo." Myungsoo said. Sungyeol's smile increased in wattage. "I'm Sungyeol." The guy replied, and Myungsoo snorted.

"I know." He replied to the same statement, with the same answer for the second time that day. Geez. Was this guy for real?!

"I'm going to be a singer when I'm older." Sungyeol suddenly offered the piece of information to him. Myungsoo nodded. Then stopped. Myungsoo eyed the boy in front of him judgementally.

"A singer." Myungsoo stated. The guy didn't look like it. Sure, he had those piercings on his ear, that was (Myungsoo guessed) supposed to make him look cool, and punk-rocker-ish (?), but the guy's open and cheerful face kind of ruined the effect.

"What about you?" Sungyeol tugged at his sleeve, and peered at him, with the wide-eyed curious look.

Myungsoo stopped thinking about Sungyeol's earrings, and looked down at the space between his arms and his body, where his head had previously rested. What was he supposed to say to that? He didn't really have an aspiration. Well--his best friend had always wanted to be an actor, so Myungsoo had claimed the same thing, so that they could always be together. Which meant that Myungsoo now had no idea what he wanted to be when he (finally) grew up.

"I'm going to..." Myungsoo trailed off, desperately wracking his brain for something, anything. Nothing.

"I'm going to...die soon. In two months." Myungsoo finished his sentence, then realised what he'd said. He wondered why he'd shared this piece of information with the-stranger-called-Sungyeol. It wasn't like Sungyeol was an important person he'd want at his funeral or anything. When he'd die in two months. God, the idea of a funeral was still so foreign...

Myungsoo was snapped ou of his thoughts when muffled sounds from Sungyeol distracted him.

Myungsoo's eyes widened.

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