Xiumin's P.O.V.

I was in the middle of my music class when a student counselor entered and asked Jiyong, Youngbae and me to come outside. I was worried. Did it have something to do with the sirens we had heard not too long ago?

I left the classroom in confusion. The student counselor introduced us to two boys called Yixing and Taemin.

"A guest speaker didn't believe Choi Seunghyun when he said he needed to go to the hospital."

"But he's already a day late!" Jiyong and Youngbae gasped in union.

"Yes, that's why he fainted during the lecture. Kim Jongin got injured when he protected him. One person is alowed to leave to look after Mr. Kim. Two people may go to take care of Mr. Choi."

Jongin's friends quickly decided to let the one called Taemin go. I was going to let Seunghyun's housemates go, but Youngbae insisted that I would go in his place.

On the ride to the hospital we asked Taemin how he knew Jongin. "We are friends since we were eight. We were in the same dancing class, and it just clicked. We still dance together now. Kai, that's Jongin's nickname, follows both drawing and dancing classes." 

When we arived Taemin went to the first aid while Jiyong lead me to the room where our hyung was laying on the bed, still unconcious.

"What does he look like, hyung?" I asked. "He's very pale, and there is a tube in his nose to help him with breathing." Jiyong's voice cracked. "I'm so worried about him Xiumin."

I patted his shoulder as he hugged me. Tears flowed down my own face when I realised through how much pain Seunghyun hyung must have gone.

When Jiyong had dried his tears, I took Seunghyun's hand in mine and rubbed it softly. I felt his pulse when my fingers his wrist, trying to find his hand.

I felt like I had been stabbed through my heart. His pulse was so faint!

After ten minutes the door opened, and Taemin entered with his friend Kai.

"The school couselor said you got injured. Is it bad?" I asked since I couldn't see his injury.

"I have a cut on my face. There is a very big chance it will become a scar."

"I-is it big?" "Kind of. It goes from the middle of my forehead to the left side of my right eyebrow. It then contenues on my right cheekbone and goes down diagonally over my cheek and ends on my jaw. My eye is luckaly still okay though."

What kind of person would do something like that? Who would harm innocent people while they're already hurt?

After half an hour Kai had to leave for questioning and Taemin went with him.

When school was over Youngbae entered the hospital room, and asked about Seunghyun's condition. We repeated what the doctor that left just before Youngbae came said:

"Hyung is in an artificial coma to put as little strain on his body as they can. The doctors will probably wake him up in an hour, but he'll be very tired, so he might fall asleep again by himself."

Youngbae seemed reliefed that his friend was out of danger. "Thank god. I was so worried about him. Xiumin, can we talk outside for a moment?" I nodded and left the room.

"Why do you want to talk Youngbae hyung?"

"You like Seunghyun hyung don't you?" I nodded, my face suddenly feeling very warm. Now that my hyung got hurt, I realised the person I was in love with was him. Was Youngbae hyung going to tell me to stay away from him?

"When hyung wakes up, tell him. I'm pretty sure he likes you too. Make him happy. He's having trouble keeping up with school, and that makes him sad. Because he's sad, it get's even worse. I know you can make him happy.

Also, he'll make you happy. You always play depressing songs in class. I hope that will change when the two of you are together. It's okay to play sad songs, don't get me wrong, but remember to play happy songs too."

I smiled at Youngbae. All this time he'd been keeping an eye on me to see if I was happy. When he noticed I wasn't, he looked for a way to cheer me up. It felt good to have a friend like that.

"I will Youngbae-hyung. Thank you for watching over me."

Suddenly I remembered something. I remembered how Daesung was before he met Youngbae. He was an extremely sweet boy, just like he was now, but he was depressed. He was kind to the world, but the world gave him nothing back.

"And thank you, Youngbae, for giving our fallen angel his wings back."