Sungmin’s POV

Tomorrow will be better.

Don’t we all just overlook and take advantage of things? We greet people and then walk away thinking that we’ll see them the next day. We do things halfway and get tired or bored then decide to continue it later the next day. We’re all just so confident that tomorrow would come. But…. What if it doesn’t? Ryeowook…. Stop, just talk talking about tomorrow. I don’t want to see you feeling better tomorrow or later on. I want to see you healthy right now. Right now, I was leaning against the wall outside the bathroom listening to Ryeowook on the other side, retching and vomiting.

“Wookie, come on, please open the door.” I begged again.

“I’m-” coughs. “Fine, hyung. Really.”

“It doesn’t sound like you’re fine. Wook, come on, just open the door.”

“No, it’s really… Hyung, just give me five minutes. It’s just the side effects of chemo, hyung.”

I sighed. “Alright Wookie but if you don’t open the door in five minutes, I’m coming in!”

I waited, listening painfully to Ryeowook retching and vomiting. I looked up to the ceiling and ran a hand through my hair furiously. Why Ryeowook? Why? Why my dongsaeng of all people? Ryeowook was such a sweetheart to everyone; he had such innocence and kindness in him that it was so unfair for him to have to go through this. It was just so so unfair. He shocked our world, truthfully. All the members changed after his secret got out. We changed, each one of us and I wished things would go back to normal. But… Nothing was ever going to be the same again. 

“I’m sick, hyung. I’ve got cancer.”

“WHAT?!”

“What do you mean Cancer, Wookie?”

“When did you find out about this?”

“You’ve got to be kidding us, Wook. This is a joke right?”

“I was diagnosed with lung cancer a few weeks ago, hyung. Mianhe. I should have,” Coughs. “Told you sooner.”

“Lung cancer?!”

“Is that why you’ve been coughing so badly? Is that why you’re so weak all the time?”

“Wookie, why didn’t you tell us?”

“Ryeowook, please please tell us that this is just a joke.”

“Even I wouldn’t joke about something like this, hyung.”

“So… When… Have been going back and forth the hospital to get treatment?”

 “I’ve been going for chemotherapy at the hospital, hyungs.”

“So treatment is possible? Right? You can get rid of this thing right, Wookie? We’ll help you. We’ll take care of you and we’ll even pay for your treatments.”

“What stage are you in, Wookie?”

“I just passed third stage a week ago.”

“How long do you have, Wookie? You can heal right? There’s still time right?”

“There’s enough time for me, hyung and that all it matters.”

Time….  Screw that. I got up and quickly pushed the bathroom door opened, startling Ryeowook. Ryeowook jumped a little when he saw me but he quickly ran past me to the toilet bowl to vomit again. I rushed to him and ru