-OMG HONGKI SMOKES?! There was an article on it like when they were in taiwan then a pack of cigerettes dropped from him-

(Jonghoon's POV)

"Thanks so much for last night. I know you were there to help me. I'm sorry for causing you to end up like this. You're a wonderful hyung," Seunghyun said.

I was taken aback, shocked, horrified, to the point of disgust.

"I'd done so much for him and he only thinks of me as a hyung? Why? What did I do wrong. I knew he'd be grateful, but I wanted something more that just 'hyung'..." Thoughts were screaming in my mind, but I somehow managed to remain silent and calm on the outside.

"No problem," I said, trying hard to smile.

"That's what hyungs are for," I continued.

"When you get better, I'll take you out for dinner. I'll even find you a girlfriend," he offered.

"I don't want any girlfriend, I want YOU," I thought. But again, I managed to hold back my thoughts. My mind was about to explode...

"Ah.. It's okay. Really," I said. I knew there was a big contrast in what I really felt and what I said. However, Seunghyun wasn't like me. He had many girlfriends. So did I, until I realised that girls just wasn't my thing. Anyway, I just didn't want to make things difficult for him.

"How long more before I'll be discharged? I miss my guitar..." I said, trying to change the subject. I know it was quite off-topic, but I didn't know what else to say.

"Hm... Soon, I guess. The doctor said you'll have to stay for one more night so they can ensure that you're perfectly fine. Currently, there isn't much of an issue, I suppose. Anyway, I'm going to go get something to eat. Do you want anything?" he asked.

"Not really..." I said.

"Mm," he replied, before leaving.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and they slowly trickled down...