Kim Myungsoo has been lying down on the bed for 5 days, there’s no sign of him moving but breathing. He’s still battling with his inner self – to wake up or not to wake up. If he wakes up, will he get back to Jiyeon? Will he accept the fact that Jiyeon is now with Woohyun – his band member. He knew they were close, but he never thought that they’d be that close.

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Why can’t I touch her? Jiyeon-ah, Park Jiyeon. Can you see me? I’m here right beside you. He first stared at Jiyeon, his mind was miserable. He then looked at his body, still weak lying on the bed. If I wake up, how am I supposed to accept the reality? Will I be paralyzed or traumatized?  Will I be able to see Jiyeon or remember her? Will I still be able to do music again – wait, I haven’t touched any instruments nor doing music for the past 2 years.

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I held his right hand, it was so warm. His hands were still the same but there’s something different, I can’t tell what it was. I caressed his black hair and slowly and gently planted a kiss on his forehead. Myungsoo-ah, aren’t you going to wake up? There are a lot of people waiting for you out there. I’m sorry if I’ve ever hurt you, I never intended doing so, though.  I’m sorry, I am truly sorry. Tears streamed down my face, and I felt something wiped my tears away. It was Woohyun’s hands wiping my tears away. I didn’t realize he came into the room. I looked up and the other band members were there too, Sunggyu and Sungyeol.

“The others didn’t manage to come – or they don’t want to see our Myungsoo lying down on the bed like this.” Sungyeol started to break the silence. Sungyeol was the closest one to Myungsoo, they needed each other; they were like two hearts that beat as one. That close.

“Why are you here? I th