It was nighttime and only one person can stay behind to look out for you. Of course, no one else but Myungsoo.

He grabs the wet towel and carefully wipes it all over your body so you would feel refreshed.

He sat beside the bed after and longingly stares at you. “When will you wake up? I miss you so much right now. The doctors came again today and said to pull out your life support but I didn’t let them do it, again. Am I the only one left here that believes you’ll still wake up?” He whispered and caresses your cheek.

He then lifts your shirt up to your waist revealing your tummy and the pink scar that was left from the operation. “You know you’re so bad and selfish. That bullet is for me, not for you. Why did you catch it for me?” He places his hand on the mark and gently rubs it with his thumb.

“You’re really bad.” Tears flowed from him as he pulled down your shirt and squeezed your hand and settles it on his cheek.

“I don’t usually cry but nowadays, I always cry at night. See what you did? So better wake up now.” His lips trembles and he bit it to stop.

“Are you really in pain like what they say? Do I make it harder for you like this?” He murmured as he gazes at the life support system. “I now think I’m the selfish one.” He chuckled a little but tears kept flowing down.

He held your hand much more tightly and kisses the back of it. “I can’t let go. I don’t want to let go, Minkyung. Please respond to me. Give me some hope.” His eyes were glued upon you but even after some minutes, nothing.