I have explained him everything. How the treatment is going so far. What is yet to come. How it makes me feel. How sad I was when I lost my hair. How I cried tears of happiness when my mother had bought me the wig that looked so much like my old hair. 

"And what about..." He is searching for words. I let him. I am exhausted from the emotions, and I feel myself relaxing in his embrace.

"About?"

"How big is the chance that you will... survive? I mean, you're not going to die, are you, Noona?" I shrug, he jumps up as if I have hit him.

"Noona?! Please tell me it's not-"

"I don't know, Junhong. I don't know. The doctors say it all depends on the treatment, the way my body responds to it, the agression of the cancer, all those things."

"But there is a possibility you won't make it?"

"There is. I prefer not to think about it." He gives me a peck on my head, I blush. Not because he gives me a kiss, but because I am still ashamed of my hairless skin.

"I am glad you told me. I am here for you, no matter when. Even at midnight, or when I am out of the country. And I am sure that Yongguk-"

"Don't tell him!" I snap out of my peaceful state, looking him fiercely into his eyes.

"But-"

"You promised me, Junhong. Don't tell him, don't ruin his dream," I beg him. Zelo is torn between the two sides. Telling his Hyung, like he thinks is the right thing to do, or keeping his promise, like he also thinks to