I walked into the room with my eyes closed. I figured if my eyes were closed, I wouldn't have to look into Baekhyun's eyes. "Hi, Nicole," a familiar, hoarse voice said. I flinched and opened my eyes.

"Hello, Baekkie. I missed you," I told him, coming over to hug him. Even if he was in a hospital bed, I was still so excited to be back in his embrace.

"Yeah, I missed you, too. I hope Chanyeol is being good to you," he whispered. I smiled at him. This was a real smile, unlike how I was smiling through pain earlier. I had no words to say to him, but I had a million questions to ask. I could only decide on one.

"Oh, Baekhyun, who did this to you?" I whispered, pretending I wasn't about to cry. He frowned and looked at the ground.

"If I told you, I might break something of yours."

"What would you break of mine? I promise I won't tell, oppa," I told him. It had been such a long time since I had called him "oppa." I missed that word so much.

He smiled at the ground and chuckled a little. "The problem isn't that you won't tell anyone. It's that you're going to hate the person once I tell you. And I don't want you to," he stated wisely. Then I figured it out.

"But I could never hate Yuri."

He laughed at my words and shook his head. "No, sweetie, it's not Yuri. I can't believe you would think that of her," he said. I pouted and thought about who it could be.

"Is it... Hyo Min?" I asked. Baekhyun shook his head an