If you please, you can try listen to Hyorin's Love and Hate album as you read this. The album has majorly inspired me to write this story.

You were always his one of a kind.

It was only supposed to be a short visit, to only check up on you, but Seungri, being himself, forgot to do so and had to drag his hyung, Seunghyun, to drop by the hospital on the way to YG Entertainment.

When someone as good looking as him visited you while you were admitted to the hospital, would you be happy? Most of people would say yes without a doubt. Having someone like him spared his time to make a five-minute visit to you, even unintentional, was a miracle to anybody.

But no, that was not what happened when he and you both met.

Instead, you asked the lovely panda you called your cousin to literally kick him out while the maknae made a short visit post your little accident. He was actually about to protest why you couldn’t let Seunghyun in – Seunghyun himself also didn’t want to wander around the hallway of the hospital, which was a public place, with such a minimum level of disguise – but you beat him first, saying, ‘I’m sure you want your privacy to be respected, so am I,’ with a serious look.

What a way to leave a remarkable impression towards the rapper.

But then again, you didn’t fail to surprise him – really, the whole time he knew you, you didn’t seem to decrease the amount of surprise you had; there would always something new from you, another interesting thing to learn about you – Seungri went out of the room ten minutes later, cursing under his breath.

“What’s wrong?” The older asked.

“That cousin of mine,” Seungri sighed. “I swear, she’s the most complicated one. She said she didn’t want anything to do with me while she was recovering.”

“Did she say the reason?”

“She just said she doesn’t want a nuisance when she's recovering,” The maknae huffed. “Aish, I was being nice and she said I’m a nuisance? It was good I tried to drop by.”

And now, with you even kicking  your cousin off,  Seunghyun was really curious as to why you didn’t let anyone like him to enter your room. He knew it was such an irrelevant question to the whole situation but he couldn’t help himself – he had to know.

So with that, he came up with a plan. “Let her cool down, we’ll visit her again some other time before she’s released and say sorry.”

“As her cousin, I have an obligation to visit her again, whether she likes it or not, since she’s on her own in Seoul and I’m her only relative here,” Seungri replied. “But how about you, Hyung? What if she kicks you out again?”

After thinking all over again, Seunghyun came to the hospital with a strong will. As for what, he’d figure out later – he really wanted to convince himself it was for his curiosity. With lies here and there, saying he was also one of her relative, he made it to your room. However, unfortunately, you were not in your room. So he came back to the nurse station to ask about your whereabout. To say living a life as an idol wasn’t hard would be the biggest lie on the entire planet; to only know you were in one of the therapist’s room made him took a photo with all the nurses stand-by.

As soon as he stood by the mentioned therapist’s room, he was welcomed by screams of protest. Such an explosive of emotions you had in there. He couldn’t imagine how the doctor must’ve been feeling; being cursed, screamed, shouted by a patient was not something he would want. But in those words you shouted, he could sense such a desperation lingered.

“You didn’t know how it feels to have a hand paralyzed! You didn’t! Why?” Even your breaths breathed anger and frustration. “Because you are no pianist! Put yourself in my shoes and then hear yourself saying that this damn session can help me, because it can’t!”

He never liked women who swear, really. But hearing you let it out, it seemed swearing was the only words left needed. It was really something that could express your emotions because surely, the accident was no ordinary little accident, as Seungri put it. Having your hands paralyzed while you were a pianist was a hell, he could relate himself to you. And the therapist obviously had no idea, because the job she or he was involved didn’t use their hands as much as a pianist do.

The door opened right in front of him, revealing her broken figure crashed against his body. He didn’t need to say he was surprised – again – anymore when you decided to stay crying on his chest, wetting his designer sweater. But he didn’t mind at all, he even started to move his arms awkwardly to embrace you because as someone who had been in a similar situation as yours, he felt you. Not functioning as one was a living hell – Big Bang once went through a phase like that. Luckily he had the remaining members at the time, but you? He remembered Seungri said you were on your own in Seoul and a pianist mostly worked alone on their works – you surely needed someone supportive by your side.

He let you rode your unstable emotion until you fell asleep in his arms, you seemed like you needed such a comfort at the moment. He carried you to your room and placed you on your bed, ignoring the looks people were giving him as he made his way through. He realized pictures could be on the net right now, but he could careless. If the only way was to give official statement tomorrow, he would, as long as he got to spend his time to help you out.

He pushed your tangled hair from your face, and much to his surprise – for the nth time in the past week – he found such a serene look on your face, a complete opposite of the pokerface he found the day you kicked him out, opposite to the whole condition you were having. It was true afterall; the fact that people would always look better when they were asleep. He couldn’t help but keep observing your face in every angle possible. The sunset glow touched your face in perfect proportion, making you glow like there was no tomorrow – no hell for you anymore.

But he knew better; there would be tomorrow for you and he didn’t care if he would get pushed by you or not by the sunrise came.

“Oh, you’re awake?”

“Who wouldn’t if someone’s making so much noise this early?”

Truthfully, you didn’t care if it was the president that you came across but seeing it was him coming out from your room’s bathroom, it faltered your heart. He was the least expected person on your list to see. Seeing another artist, in the same industry as you, who still could do anything he wished; it really broke your heart. You wanted to be like him, but the only gift you had was on the very both of your hands and now one of them was paralyzed. Now it was useless! Although you knew the damage was still yet to be decided as a permanent one, you were really sad. You were even frustated – what could you do with one hand?

It was probably one of the reason you kicked your favorite panda in this entire Korea; because you didn’t want to be reminded that you only had one hand on the time being. You needed to get your confidence back and you knew it was to not see any artists who worked at the same industry as you. Knowing Seungri, he wouldn’t accept what was on your mind – that was on your clan for centuries – but you got him, he was your only relative anyhow. He had the rights to check up on you while your parents were in Gwangju, you wouldn’t want to bother them by travelling all the way here to Seoul.

But him?

It was barely eight in the morning and there was a ruckus from inside the bathroom. Seungri wouldn’t want something as simple as checking up on her to disturb his beauty sleep, the last thing he wanted was to widen the size of his eye bags.

What was he doing here; in your room, early in the morning?

“Are you even listening?”

You looked up to see his godly face. Despite everything, you couldn’t help but ponder why did Hephaestus crave something as beautiful as his face and gave it to somebody else instead of fixing his own? He could at least make a mask for himself.

“You didn’t, did you?”

“Why do you ask such a rethorical question?”

“Well, either way, the nurse came in and woke me up to say you have to eat and then go to the place where your examination take place, which I don’t know of,” You knew he repeated what he just said but you let him be, he was going to be tired of talking to you. “And in case you didn’t notice, I flexed your bed so make yourself at home.”

You knew it was mean to snort at him as well but you couldn’t help it. You were losing your faith in everything in this entire world and he couldn’t just be here then decided to build your trust of what you lost together, didn’t he?

You heard him mumble, ‘At least a thank you would be appreciated,’ and all you could do was spat ‘Who needs your help, anyway?’ back at him. You were never this rude nor harsh on people, but he was asking for it.

“Anyway, do you prefer to shower or eat first?” He asked again.

And you answered with the action of getting up and went to the bathroom. If he was going to show up without a word, you were going to treat him without a word as well. It was the only fair, right?