A/N: I want to personally thank AleenaAdiba for their very honest and generous comment and wallpost for my story. If it wasn't for them, I was planning to delete this story as I felt no one liked it with such little reviews on my chapters (1 comment only and sometimes none), I was discouraged. I know my idea for the story is not the usual trope and it maybe boring/disinteresting to you guys. A lot of authors go on hiatus/never update due to lack of appreciation/comments on hours of their hardwork and creativity. I have written many stories before and this experience of not getting comments about how my chapter was, is very new to me.

Thanks for reading and thanks to everyone who commented earlier. I hope you guys will like this chapter.

"Jongup didn't even know you were the owner, though!"

Now awake, Jiyong realizes he has a hard time believing Seungri achieved so much is such a short amount of time and without letting anyone know!

"Why would I register under my said name? They know me by my real name."

"But, you told me you didn't want anyone to call you by your real name..."

"Well..." Seungri was deep in thought for a moment, "I want to come in terms with it. I am growing out of my old self and I want to get accustomed to who I really am." There's a short pause, he looks the other in the eyes, "It's all thanks to you... I am able to accept myself. Thank you."

Jiyong couldn't stop himself from smiling widely. It was one of those rare moments like when he smiled so hard for the first time in the center he believed his face was restructuring, that was the feeling he felt now, his face felt as if it were new, as if he was a different person beneath all this skin. 

He was speechless and a comfortable silence followed. 

"I..." He begins, "I am very thankful to you too for changing me into the person I am today... you gave me so much strength and so much will to finally step in the right path..."

Seungri huffs, "Don't say that. You were always on the right path, you just didn't know which one resounded with you. Your only sound was at the pond but you soon started enjoying other sounds too... you've grown, Jiyong."

The said person holds his breath, his voice hanging from the edges from cracking, "You were the one who gave life to those sounds...." 

Seungris' body tenses, realizing how much he means to the other. Is it even possible? To be so important to someone? To feel that importance? To know you mean so much to someone you impacted them? 

Does love do this to people?

No. It was something greater. It was something that no books in the world have yet found a word for. 

Just then, the doctor enters. Something they both were uncospicuously thankful for, it would be embarrassing to have been found crying.

"Your condition is stable now. You are free to leave. I have written down medications to keep your condition under control. However, if it feels as if it is out of control again and you feel pain anywhere at all, immediately contact the hospital." 

Both males thank the doctor and prepare to leave. The doctor lifts a hand, telling the nurse to move away from helping Jiyong. 

"Jiyong, try getting into the wheelchair yourself. I heard you are progressing quite well in your therapy." 

The said person hesitates, looking back at Seungri who nods in encouragement.

Jiyong shifts his feet off the bed with ease, something he was unable to do before and would have to pull his legs with his own hands. He supports his weight on his arms and slowly gets off the bed while holding the railings of the hospital bed. His feet settle and stand firm on the ground but one of his knees jerks forward - treatening to make him fall, but, he manages to stand straight again despite the constant wobble and takes one of his arms off the bed to reach out to his wheelchair. His hands land on one of the arms of the wheelchair and he lets out a breath that he didn't realize he was holding in, he tightens his hold and releases his other arm f