Hey everyone~ I'm excuse for the hiatus. I'm off from college for raya and sem break at the same time (a month) and really determined to finish this off. But yeah, of course don't believe me. Hahahahaha jk. I'll try my best. I won't give empty words without at least trying ;)

 

I apologize for the long absent and even cold attitude to some (sorry, life is hard i kinda lash out on everything) I hope you guys can forgive me and here the update!~

 

 

 

 

  He visits the hospital again today, for 3 days straight with a bouquet of flowers in hands and a happy heart. Happy might be an understatement, Chanwoo is excited and he doesn’t know why he would be feeling like this. But that is exactly how he feels every time he comes to visit Seunghee.   It has been a week since he left but now he’s here again, almost like never leaving the place. Walking to the room he feels giddy again. Upon knocking and entering, he sees her on the bed, reading a book that he gives to her yesterday with outmost concentration. She notices him entering of course. Seunghee’s face lit up at the sight of her new friend, he favorite idol of cherished boy group. The book Searching For Alaska by John Green is put aside as she gets up from her bed. She only has time to put on her sandals before Chanwoo rushes over and holds onto her left shoulder; stopping her from getting off bed.   “Whoa, slow down Seunghee. You don’t have to move. You’re barely sober from your fever.” Chanwoo utters as he slowly pushes the young girl back onto the bed, she slides a bit her butts on the mattress with eyes not leaving Chanwoo’s. Dissatisfaction lights up in her orbs.   “I’m not a child. Anyway, my fever is long gone.” She retorts back but letting the young boy fixes the blanket covering her thin frame body.   “Yeah, sure you are. My mum always says never believe the words coming out from a sick person. Especially them on fever. They never tell truth.” Chanwoo said, slightly imitating his mother to Seunghee. The latter is obviously pissed yet the smile on her face stays unwavering.   “Yeah whatever. Besides, you better watch out.” Park Seunghee takes the novel back, she lifts it up in the air and points the edge of the book towards Chanwoo. “I’m going to tell off you to your mother.” Smugly she said, naughty grin playing on her plump lips.   “Brat.” Is the only thing Chanwoo said before both of them erupt in laughter, booming the gloomy room with their childish and innocence antics. Chanwoo looks over to Seunghee who is still laughing over the bed. His eyes stick on her face. She looks pale but she is still as lively as always. It somehow warms Chanwoo’s heart, he doesn’t notice how his eyes narrow adoringly looking over the girl.   They have a talk, play some cards and games Seunghee’s parents left behind for their daughter and talk again for an hour. And along the time the clock ticking, Seunghee can’t keep her eyes off the boy in front of her. She feels her dying heart beating as fast as it has always been.       Love Scenario playing in the background while the boys dancing following the beats. They finish up till the last minute of the song and Hanbin decides to call it a day, much to the members’ joy. It’s getting late and all they can ever think of are either shower, eat or sleep. All 6 of them; Chanwoo is not dancing along, he only sits at the corner watching the dance, are packing their stuff before Hanbin walks over towards the maknae of the group, taking his shoulder with soft and tender grip; as if his touches could break the younger’s skin. “Are you alright, Chanwoo?”   The said name smiles watching the leader. Instead of answering his question, Chanwoo grabs the towel sitting on top of his bag beside him and stands up. He uses it to wipe Hanbin’s face and hair. Chanwoo has his hands fast yet gently wiping the sweat from the leader with affectionate smile on his face.   “You’re sweating bullets, hyung. Look, the floor is dripping wet. What will happen if there’s someone scolding you because you wet the floor?” Chanwoo jokes around only earning a headlock from the leader with his hair being ruffled in a very not so gentle way. Chanwoo begs for Hanbin’s mercy but the leader has none of it. They fight over each other whilst other could only watch; Bobby and Donghyuk encouraging them further and even putting bet. It doesn’t take long before Hanbin let Chanwoo go. He knows that he shouldn’t tire the maknae up. He is still in recoveriy.   “That’s what you get from making fun of your hyung.” Hanbin says though he meant it in a playful way as he ruffles Chanwoo’s hair again and this time his hand stays longer. Chanwoo is gasping for air from the headlock he receives earlier and that somehow worries Hanbin. The hand on the maknae’s head swifts towards Chanwoo’s neck, pulling the younger closer to the leader as Hanbin inspects his maknae. “Did I go too far?” he asks worriedly only earning a gleeful laugh from the youngest.   “Hyung~~ I’m fine. You don’t have to worry. If I’m getting tired only because of that, I wouldn’t be here.” Chanwoo says, both hands holding Hanbin’s forearm, trying to break free from the grip. Hanbin is being too worried and that annoyed Chanwoo a bit when he could see the leader himself is catching on air hardly.   He wants to ask—no, he has always been asking, what is wrong with Hanbin lately. The older seems agitated, sometimes bothered and much worrying the maknae is Hanbin losing his usual energetic side. Before this, he can dance