http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_xyh2iTd8CE

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Junhyung didn’t go to the hospital and you didn’t want to pressure him to, although you wanted to. You didn’t want to be a ‘nagging mother’ again so you kept your mouth shut.

One night after a CF shoot, Junhyung, you, and the entire staff went to a BBQ house.

“Cheers!” The director cheerfully grinned. Everyone whooped and dug into the food. The director held out a soju bottle, “Great job today Junhyung.”

Your eyes widened. You opened your mouth to say that Junhyung couldn’t drink but he held up the glass and received the drink. You grabbed his arm and hastily whispered, “You’re not supposed to drink!”

“It’s just a little. It would be rude not to accept it.” Junhyung drank it.

*Now you’re courteous?* You rolled your eyes. He held the soju bottle out, “Want some?”

“No!” You stuck your tongue out. Junhyung chuckled.

The manager poured him another drink and he drank it in one gulp. You bitterly put a piece of meat in your mouth and chewed it while glaring at Junhyung. He didn’t seem to notice it though.

Junhyung had only drunk one bottle but he was already dizzy. The manager was too drunk to drive so you offered to take Junhyung home. You said farewell to the staff and pulled Junhyung out of the restaurant. The two of you took a cab to his apartment.

While you entered his password in, Junhyung rested his chin on your shoulder from behind. You tried hard to calm your rapidly beating heart down. The door finally opened and he took his chin off your shoulder. Junhyung tripped and you caught him.

You clucked your tongue in disapproval, “Who told you to drink alcohol, huh? Now look at you. You’re stumbling.”

“It’s not because of the alcohol.” Junhyung chuckled darkly.

Your eyes widened and you stared at him. Fear gripped your chest. *Then is it because of the brain tumor…?* You opened your mouth to ask but Junhyung asked, “Aren’t you going to take me to bed?” You sighed and led him into the bedroom.

Junhyung sat down and touched his head.