After Myungsoo left, and I had told him to tell the others to come and visit me, I laid down on the bed and closed my eyes. Everything seemed so unreal. Everything happened so fast. I was living my life normally and then suddenly, everything comes crashing down. I’m no longer able to do the things I used to be able to do. It wasn’t until my mother came into the room, pale and tearful, did I snap out of my daze. “He’s dying...”

My mother fell into the chair next to the bed and sobbed into her hands. I watched her do so, tears streaming down my cheeks. “O-omma. He’s dying? A-appa’s dying?” I asked, my voice shaky. I shook my head in disbelief. “No...This isn’t happening...” I whispered to myself. My hands found their way to my head and I blocked my ears, as if doing so would make the fact disappear. I squeezed my eyes shut, tears leaking out of them. “No...no...” I never would have thought this day would come. I come home every day and see my parents standing in front of each other, yelling. If he were to die...everything would change. I didn’t know if it was a good thing or a bad thing. I let out a choked sob, my strangled cry mixing in with my mother’s.

I felt hands on my wrists, pulling them away from me. I feel the hands wrenching my fists open and rubbing circles on my palms. I thought it was Myungsoo. He was the only person that would do that for me, other than Sunggyu and Sungjong, but I knew that the other two were in no position to do that