I heard voices; faint voices and I feel cold. It is too cold in here. But, where am I?

“Yonghwa…”

Someone is calling for me. The voice is soft and beckoning.

“It’s alright. Don’t cry” it says.

Am I… crying? All I notice is how heavy my body feels right now. I tried to open my eyes but my eyelids refuse to, so I remain staring into the darkness. I hate it every time I fell ill. It reminds me of mother. There is no doubting it now; I am in the hospital.

I hate hospitals very much. It reminds me of mother too. The painful memories of her dying right in front of my eyes on a white hospital bed followed by the scent of antiseptic filling my nostrils almost every day and her sickly and dying voice… wishing everything could end up differently and that she wished she could explain the truth to me. But she never did. She died within one week after taking me into her care once more. I never really did know neither her nor my father. I am practically an orphan.

I open my eyes and only then I noticed someone has been holding my hand. It was Seohyun. Her head rested next to mine and I could almost smell the scent of her shampoo. This person I’ve been trying so hard to find and when I did found her at the bar it felt as if my wishes are slowly being granted.

“She won’t leave you” said Minhyuk whom I didn’t notice standing by the window. I am starting to feel irritated just by looking at my so-called half-brother.

“What are