From the moment we are born we are dying. What difference does it make if I go a little early?

"I'm already dead," I said quietly. He stopped swinging and looked over at me thoughfully. I stared him in the eyes. This usually worked for everyone. Saying something creepy and then looking the person in the eyes pretty much guaranteed not having to see the person a second time. 

He wouldn't go away though. The boy with the blonde hair had somehow wired his mind to think I was now his responsibility, and he came to my room everyday with a box of Pepero band-aids in hand. 

Sixteen year old Jung Krystal doesn't believe in the value of life. She just wants to go already, but everything changes when she meets Oh Sehun, a boy who has spent his whole life fighting for his life in the hospital.