Yongguk’s POV

I look at my haggard face in the mirror. I don’t think I’ve even looked as bad when I had my last fight in a drunken stupor. The intensity of the dark rings carved underneath my eyes scare even myself. I splash more water onto my face then I realize I’m already as cold as the water—or even cooler.

Just when you thought things were getting better.

Something bad’s gonna happen and change what you’re thinking.

Like a kick in the stomach.

“It has progressed onto fourth stage. Sorry son.”

Just when I thought it was only a little scare for me from whatever deity living above, trying to punish me for being a jerk of a son, the one controlling my life’s got to tell me he ain’t joking by pulling out the punishment in full drive. Like he’s stepped all down on the pedal. Speeding at incredible acceleration with a lethal blow for anything in its way.

And the one before him is me.

I’ve cried till I can’t cry anymore. This is a ing joke. I chuckle under my breath. Third stage stomach cancer? That’s alright man, he can get better. But fourth stage? The doctor’s face is telling me to get ready for funeral.

this .

I punch the solid ceramic sink, feeling my knuckles take a blow. But I’m already numb. I feel no pain. I keep on hitting the cold hard surface. And it feels absolutely like reality.

I googled fourth stage stomach cancer.

Survival rates: 4%

The rest of it says just says,

You’re ed.

Aren’t humans the most complicated creatures? They take something for granted and start to dislike it but then when it gets taken away, they bawl?

Ain’t I one of those fools?

My chuckle came out so cold and emotionless, I felt my stomach turned. I’m going mad. I in a deep breath in between my teeth, which sounded like a strangled gasp as I start sobbing for the umpteenth time.

I haven’t told him yet.

I don’t want to.

I don’t know how to.

I don’t want to.

What’re you gonna do if your father’s dying? And you’ve only a short time left?

I’ll make sure he’s done everything he should’ve in his whole life.

Spotting the familiar figure, I run over to stop her as she strides in her clicking heels, emerging from the hospital exit.

“I need you to help me do something.” I ask directly.

She looks at me with a tinge of surprise and confusion.

I go on explaining.

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Zelo’s POV

“Hyung… Hyung’s going to be busy… So I won’t be able to play with you for a while…”

I flip the card in between my fingers repeatedly, continuing the mot