Kiseop’s POV

“sir, you’re asked to go to operating room by now,” the nurse said, waking me up. I peered over to see the time. 7:22. It’s time.

“can you give me 10 minutes?” I asked the nurse.

“10 minutes max,” then she left.

I took my laptop out and hugged it. The memories I’ve spent with it, and all the memories it contain. I opened my laptop and found a picture of me and ~~~ at her house. I could feel tears on my cheeks. I’m gonna miss you a lot buddy.

“crying’s not gonna solve anything,” a voice said. I turned around and found L looking at me with his pokerface.

“ I was about to skype her, you know?” I laughed.

“she’s asleep,”

“I know,”

“Kiseop-ah! Don’t go. Please!” L sat beside me and cried. I hugged him and patted his back, giving him comfort.

“crying’s not gonna solve anything,” I imitated him. He stood up and looked at me through his wet eyes.

“uljima! You’re such a baby! I’m sure you’ll forget me someday,” I winked at him. He’s so cute to be teased kekekeke.

“no way!” he laughed. As I was about to say something, the nurse appeared.

“sir, you have to go now,” she smiled.

“that’s my cue! Annyeong L-yah!” i slapped his head. I tried to laugh, but it turned out into a cry.

“you don’t have to pretend to be strong,” L said with a cracked voice.

“do me a favor,” I looked at him with my teary eyes, “don’t tell ~~~ anything about this,”

“she’ll be pissed,” he warned.

“i’m not scared,” I chuckled. ~~~ is one of the girls in the world that could be extremely scary when she’s mad, “I’m dead anyway,” I walked out of the door.

“bye hyung,” he said in a teary voice.

“annyeong dongsaeng,” it was surely the first and the last time he’ll call me hyung.