Seunghoon sat on a chair by Byul's bedside, watching her sleep. He pursed his lips and frowned at the girl who made him feel anger, worry, frustration and confusion all in one day. 

"What a girl you are Han Byul." 

Standing up to have a stretch, he walked to the foot of Byul's bed to pick up her medical records on a plastic clipboard. As it was all in Japanese, he had to rely on Google translate to decipher the meaning of the doctor's scratchy handwriting.  

Seunghoon's eyes widen as his suspicions earlier were confirmed. Byul had had serious injuries before - broken ribs, fractured elbow, broken wrists and left pelvic bone. And now to top off the list, a fractured right ankle. Seunghoon stared at the girl before him and wondered what had happened to her before. Placing the clipboard back, he returned to his position next to her, deep in thought while staring at a slightly snoring Byul. 

A single tear started to trickle down from her right eye and Seunghoon was startled to see her face scrunching up and frowning even during slumber. More tears flowed down her cheeks, wetting her face. Seunghoon instinctively wiped her tears away with his fingers and held her hand, singing a low lullaby in the lonely ward. At the same time, he wondered what was happening to him. 

Did he like her? Impossible! She is so not my type! I want someone sweet cute and pretty! Not a strong willed, man-hating tomboy like her!

Then images of Byul smiling at him while handing him lunch flashed before his mind. Images of her wide-eyed and blushing also appeared involuntarily.  Shaking his head like a dog caught in the rain, Seunghoon let go of Byul's hand and sat up straight. 

"Impossible... impossible... impossible. Andwae!" Seunghoon mentally hollered. However, he could not resist moving thay strand of hair from Byul's forehead and wiping her ebbing flow of tears away. "Why is she crying in her sleep? What happened in the xray room?" Seunghoon held her hand once again and caressed her cheeks. "Please don't cry." he muttered into their intertwined palms.

Then realisation struck him like a ton of bricks. He likes Byul. He likes her enough to watch her every move. He likes her enough to test her ual orientation.  He likes her enough to worry about her all the time. He likes her enough to be angry and frustrated with her for no reason. He likes her enough to stay in the hospital for a night when he has a flight to catch the next morning and he would look like crap in the airport fashion photoblogs. He, Lee Seunghoon,  likes her enough to hold her hand as she sleeps and wipes her tears from her nightmares and sing her lullubies.

"I must be mad," Seunghoon thought aloud, "Byul's a lesbian, she won't like me. I must be crazy. Michoso?"

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"Oh my head..." I woke up with the world's biggest headache ever and realised that someone was holding my hand and his hair was tickling my forearm. 

OH MY GOODNESS! 

I rubbed my eyes and stared hard at the fluffy ball of hair beside me. Seunghoon. What was he doing here? And why was he holding my hand? My heavy mind could not process anymore shocking information and thus I succumbed to my instincts. 

"Ya!!! LEE SEUNGHOON! Wake up!" 

Seunghoon lifted his head and thankfully let go of my hand to stretch and let out the widest yawn ever. 

"Ya! What are you doing here?! You have to be at the airport now!"

Seunghoon smiled and winked and pet my head.

This triple combo was just too much for me and I started to blush madly again.

"Ya! Did you hear me?"

"Did you sleep well?"

"You have to go to the airport?!"

"You have to rest."

I slanted my eyes at Seunghoon and got ready to flick the hell out of his forehead for being just plain annoying when he caught hold of my hands. 

Deju vu.

Then the world's most uninvited monkeys entered the ward with manager hyung.

Deju vu yet again.

Winner does have the best timing don't they?

"Wah! In the hospital too! Hyung!  You are naughty naughty!" Mino the loudest of all yelled and then smirked.

"Hyung! It was the room the last time. Now its a public place! There might be reporters or fans lurking around. This could destroy Winner!" Leader Yoon with his never ending lectures again. 

"Hyung, how was it?" Taehyun asked as he sat on the sofa. 

Jinwoo as usual, could not sprout anything verbal and thus starting to mime his shock with much exaggeration. 

I buried my face in my hands and mentally yelled with anguish.

Stupid Seunghoon! !!!!!!!!!

"Ya kids we have to go. Byul, you ok by yourself?" Manager hyung asked gently.

I nodded with my face still buried in my hands.

Seunghoon stood up and the Winner boys started to say their goodbyes and see yous. Then it was all peaceful and quiet after the door was slammed shut.

I heaved the biggest sigh of relief ever since I was born. 

"Finally peace and quiet. Stupid monkeys." 

Then a wave of emptiness swept across the room and I was alone yet again. I leaned back on my headrest and caught a glimpse of something furry on the bedside table. 

It was a baby lion stuffed toy with a post-it note. "You are not alone. Think of me. Seunghoon :)" 

Oh .