The cold nights’ air blew roughly against my face as I stood in the darkness of the night, embracing the life I have that I know will soon come to an end. I looked up to the starry sky and saw nothing falling. A frown formed on my face as I disappointedly walked back into my room. I closed the sliding door behind me and closed the curtains.

" You went outside again, Hyung?" SungJong quietly entered my room and placed down a tray of medicine on my bed." What do you even look at?"

" I don't know..." I let out a sigh and took a marker off from my desk and placed another huge X on today’s date." No snow... again."

" Snow? You do know it'll begin to snow close to the end of the month, right?"

" Really? I guess I forgot."

" Yeah, it’ll probably begin to snow in a few days, maybe next week. You're going to have to wait a little more, hyung.."

I closed the cap of my marker and threw it back on to my desk. I felt a little disappointed." Time is forever running out." I turned to SungJong who appeared worried and apologetic.

" Hyung-"

" I'm going for a walk." He watched as I grabbed a coat out from my closet and headed downstairs.

" Where are you going?"

" I told you I'm going for a walk."

" At this time?"

" Why not?"

" Your health, hyung. You shouldn’t be going-"

" I'll be fine." I closed the door behind me and began walking towards the street before he could come out and try to persuade me to go back inside.

I stuck my hands in the pockets of my coat and walked towards an empty park. It had been a while since I've last gone to(or near) one. I've been kept indoors for way too long that I've forgotten how a park even looked like or how it felt like to be there. I've only been to one once long ago, ever since then I haven't.

I approached a swing set and sat on one of the seats. It felt weird being on one after so many years. I wasn't really sure if I remembered how to use a swing so I just sat on it, both hands holding onto the chains of the swing. I closed my eyes and threw my head back as if I were actually swinging. I felt at peace and just forgot everything. My peace was soon cut short by a person coming out of who-knows-where and sitting at the swing at the other end.

I opened my eyes but didn't bother to look who was there. I felt my heart beating against my chest, it was hurting but I tried to contain the pain. I grabbed my chest and let out a silent groan. I got off the seat and still held my chest, with each step the pain getting even worse.

" Oh, I'm sorry if I was bothering you." I heard a guy say with a soft voice. I just waved at him but didn't look or say a thing. I couldn't stop to speak, I needed to get home. For a moment I had wished for once I listened to SungJong.

" Are you okay?" He asked but I managed to nod.

As I got closer to the house I felt relieved but still in pain.

" Almost there..." I thought to myself, but before I could take another step I felt my body stop. Unable to move I closed my eyes and, next thing I knew I was lying on the sidewalk. I could barely open my eyes, my head was spinning." Who is that …? " I thought as I heard footsteps speeding my way.

I heard someone, the voice was sort of familiar but I couldn't bring myself to say. My mind was cleared and my vision darkened … so did everything else … “SungJong…“ I thought before I out.

I opened my eyes slightly to adjust them to the light of the room." Hyung!" I heard SungJong say with a loud voice." You're awake!" I saw tears sliding down his cheeks as he smiled a relieved, yet pained smile.

" I'm ... home?" I looked around my room as if it were someone else's.

" You fainted, hyung." He frowned.

" Sorry." I said feeling half-guilty and sort of relieved.

" You better be. What if you fainted on the road or something even more worse could've happened? You're just lucky that guy was-"

" What guy?" I raised an eyebrow.

" A guy saw you, well, faint so he brought you here. He's downstairs by the way but I'm not sure if you've met him."

" He's downstairs?"

" Umm, yeah." I gave him a disapproving look." He lived pretty far so I told him he could stay here, besides, if it weren't for him you wouldn't be here."

I laid back down and pulled the blanket over my head.

" Why are you like this, hyung?" He sighed. " Anyways, I have to go to school now so don't go anywhere, okay?" I heard him open the door but closed it back." I wasn't sure how you'd react but I sort of asked him to stay here and watch over you until I come back."

" You did what-"

" See ya, hyung!" he ran out the door and I could hear him running down the stairs.

I forcefully got up and headed downstairs. I didn't see anyone or heard a thing." Was he just joking around?" I scratched the back of my head and went into the kitchen where I saw some stranger’s back facing me. I tried getting back out quietly but hit the wall instead.

He turned around and smiled at me.

" Hello." he bowed but I just stared at him.

" Who are you?" I said with a straight face.

" Oh, I'm Nam Woo-"

" I don't care who you are I mean what are you doing here?" His smile slowly faded.

" I was asked to watch over you until," He pointed to the door." comes back." He smiled again but it looked more like an embarrassing kind.

" Watch over me? What am I? A kid? I don't need you to watch over me or be here. Just go."

" But he told me-"

" So what? I'm telling you to leave." he looked surprised but I avoided looking at him.

" He told me you don't like having strangers around."

" If you know then why haven't you gone?"

" Because, I'm not a stranger."

" I should just call the cops."

" You really don't remember me, Gyu?" He pouted." You don't remember me?"

" If I knew you then I would've remembered but I don’t." I picked up the phone and started dialing a number.

" We were really close in highschool, remember?" he started making hearts with his hands.

I hung up the phone and rubbed my forehead as all my past memories started flowing back into my head.

" So you do remember me?" He said brightly. He grabbed my wrist gently and led me to the kitchen table. He couldn’t stop smiling for some reason.

" Why are you so happy?" I asked bitterly as he poured tea into a cup and gave it to me.

" It's nice to see you again."

" I can't say the same about you."

" You're just saying that."

" Whatever you say." I looked at the tea cup before moving it aside.

" It feels like forever since the last time I've seen you. I could've sworn you were gone."

" I wish you were." He laughed at my comment but I didn't see any reason he should since I really meant it.

" Are you okay?" he tilted his head and shot me a concerned look that seemed to be eating at my soul.

" Hmm?"

" Last night..."

" Oh, it's nothing." he smiled.

I wanted to hit him so badly but refrained from doing so. I couldn't forgive him. I don't know why I'm being punished with him here. He's caused me so much pain in the past now he's just going to act like everything is fine? Like nothing ever happened?

I hate you, Nam WooHyun. I always will.

" You've changed a lot." He finally spoke up after a short silence.

" How so?"

" I don't know but it just feels like you're different."

" Weird. I could've sworn I felt the exact same way about you. What are the odds!" I said in a semi-sarcastic tone and, judging by his awkward expression, I could tell he knew where I was getting at.

After a somewhat amazing half minute of silent torture I got up and left the kitchen. He didn't say anything knowing what I might end up saying next. I checked the time on the clock hanging above the bottom staircase, it had been exactly thirty-four minutes since SungJong had left me with... That. It felt like an entire year.

One hour...

Two hours...

Three hours...

Four hours...

Five hours...

I sat in my room watching as time went by. For these five hours I hadn't thought about SungJong not being here but about earlier. Part of my wished to ruin him while another half kept telling me it was a long time ago, to move on. I wasn't sure which part of me I should listen to. This all just came so sudden. I nearly jumped up as the door to my room cracked open.

" Hyung ..." WooHyun entered, closing the door behind him and staring at the floor." I..." I stood up and walked towards him, putting both hands on his shoulder. I wasn't sure what was going on, I wasn't thinking.

He lifted his head in shock, before he could speak I pulled him in a hug. I wasn't in control of what my body was doing but I didn't regret it happening. I tried pulling away after a full 20 seconds but I couldn't move. I started feeling dizzy and weak. I felt my entire body give up and just fall. My eyes slowly closed as I saw WooHyun helping me up.

Was it already too late? Why now? I managed to turn my head and see the outside of my window. Small white things were falling from the sky. It was finally snowing. A smile formed on my face before I fell unconscious.

I opened my eyes and adjusted them to the light. I saw a familiar face and I recognized SungJong sitting next to what appeared to be a coma. I was at the hospital. I turned my head to face his. Guilt streamed through my body as I saw his red, puffy eyes. I forced a smile to reassure I'm fine then it hit me.

" Where is ..." I stopped in the middle of my sentence as I saw SungJong look down in guilt.

" I'm so sorry, hyung. I didn't know." A doctor entered the ward and walked up to us with a clipboard.

" You're awake. That's good. So it appears the surgery went well." the doctor said.

" Surgery?" I looked at SungJong who turned his face.

" Umm, yes, sir. You were here for quite a while because of that. A kind young man was more than happy to donate his organs. If it weren't for him you would've been a goner."

" Where is he?" I asked but the happy expression on the doctors face began to fade. I turned my head, closing my eyes in an attempt to hold back the tears and thought back to long ago.

" WooHyun-ah!" SungGyu ran up to him and pulled him into a tight hug. Tears were forming in his eyes but he tried his best to hold them back.

WooHyun sighed and pulled away from SungGyu's grasp." This is embarrassing, really." He glared at the older male before walking away.

" I'm sorry, I just thought-"

" Aish! Don't be an idiot." WooHyun started laughing but SungGyu focused on the tears that were forming in the younger’s eyes." Why aren't you laughing?" His voice began to crack.

" I hate you." Anger was made obvious in his voice.

" No you don't."

" You're not funny, WooHyun. What if... What if... You..."

" Died? Am I dead, hyung? I have a kidney left, you know. As long as I be careful I'll be okay. Don't worry."

" Don't worry? How much stupid could you possibly get?" WooHyun seemed shocked by the anger made obvious through his tone.

" Why are you being like this?"

" Why... Because..." WooHyun placed his hands on the elders cheeks and laughed lightly before pressing his lips against his.

" I'll be fine. We're equals now, right? Hyung, if my life ends would you still remember me?"

" What? Why are you asking that?"

" Hmm, I'm just thinking. What if I fail to take care of myself in this state... Will you?"

" You have to take care of yourself."

" I know, but what if?"

" Ergh." SungGyu didn't want to hear this, especially from him." I will always remember you since I have a part of you inside of me. Literally."

" I hope so." A smile formed on the younger’s face.

The entire ride home I didn't say a single word to SungJong who'd be asking me all sorts of questions regarding my current state. I leaned my head against the taxi window and watched as people were shoveling snow from their sidewalks. I've been waiting for snow for a very long time, but now that I've seen it I don't feel as anxious as I was those other days.

As the taxi pulled up to our house SungJong ran to my side and opened the door. He knew I wouldn't be in the mood to get up or do anything. That's just how it is now. I ignored everything that was going on and went up to my bedroom. Before I could open the door SungJong hugged me with tears in his eyes. I forced a smile and ruffled his hazelnut colored hair and mouthed" I'm fine" to him. Judging by his expression he knew I was far from fine.

I stand in front of my bedroom mirror and lift up my shirt to see a new stitch added to the right side where a nonexistent right kidney used to be. I sighed at the sight of it and pulled down my shirt before heading to bed. I couldn't accept what had happened but I have to.

A paper laid on top my pillow, folded into a square. I grabbed it and opened it.

Gyu, would you stay mad at me if I died? I'm sorry I went against your wishes (again). We were two of the same (kidneys) now you have both of mine, haha. You probably don't find that amusing so... Moving on. Your life means more to me than my own. I've seen enough of this world, you on the other hand, had been out only for school and that wasn't for so long, right? You're mad at me and that's okay, that way you'll always remember me. I've actually had this all in mind for a while, sorry. If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets.