“Hurry up!” Sungyeol hissed as they all crept into your room that night.

L, Sungjong and the two slightly invisible Dongwoo and Woohyun were creeping into your room. It was D-Day.

You were slightly reckless from the very high fever with your body covered lightly by sweat. L had won the deciding game of rock-paper-scissors of carrying you the whole way. He went over to your sleeping figure. “Sungjong, get her uggs and a coat to keep her warm.”

Sungjong came over with your uggs and coat. He swiftly put on your uggs on your feet. L was carrying you bridal style so he just draped the coat over you as a blanket.

“Let’s go…” Sungyeol looked at you with sad eyes. *I’m going to miss you so much my wife. Please be happy with someone else when you get back. You won’t remember me or the others but when I return, I’ll make you fall head over heels in love with me all over again.*

It was cold outside. The wind was picking up and snow was falling lightly, landing on you. You shivered unconsciously from time to time but you didn’t stir nonetheless.

L looked at you with dark eyes, usually when he was in a bad mood or upset over something deeply. *My Angel… don’t you dare fall in love with anyone else.* He growled softly.

Sungyeol looked over his shoulder at L. “Don’t be upset Myungsoo. We’ll see her again.”

“Don’t get his hopes up Lee Sungyeol,” Dongwoo whispered. *You’re getting everyone else’s hopes up as well.*