SAEMI'S POV

Whenever Baekhyun goes for a dance practice (since he also attends to voice rehearsals for their recording), I would come along just to crash to their practice room.

This time, after they rehearsed, I started bugging Kyungsoo oppa for some weird reason. He has a quiet personality, surprisingly more quiet than Minseok oppa whom I've learned was very silent when they first debuted before. That's why I chose him as my target.

"Come on, oppa! Dance!" Ariana Grande and Troy Sivan's "Dance to This" was on and I personally handpicked that from the computer monitor. I can't just stand there and not do anything to appreciate my jam.

"Did she just say oppa to Kyungsoo?"

"I might've heard it wrong.."

"Nah, she really called him oppa."

The music momentarily stopped, causing my head to whip around and look for whoever caused it. It was Chen.

"How come you don't call me oppa, Eun Saemi?" I looked at him unbelievably.

"Are you freaking serious?"

"Ahuh. And I deserve an acceptable answer to my question." He put his hand on his waist and raised a brow. I looked at the others to sense if this was serious but, heck, this is serious.

"Of course, it's because he's older than me, you dumbass! What am I supposed to call you then?" I gave them a hopeless look with a mixture of disbelief at what they're really digging about.

"Oh, okay."

"Sure."

"If that's what you say so.."

They didn't seem convinced at all, but heck do I care? I walked to the computer and played the song again, shoving Chen to the side in the process and just danced. Even if I look like a complete idiot.

Kyungsoo oppa eventually joined me, and together we did the chicken dance. Everyone was cheering and whooping at the performance we were showing off until I felt my heart beat rapidly. So fast that I could feel it hurt so much. I couldn't help but clutch my chest but I made sure that no one could even give me an eye.

No, they can't see me like this.

"Hey, are you okay?" my eyes widened in panic when Baekhyun came to me and held me by the shoulder. I quickly nodded and removed my hand from my chest, giving him a nod and went off like the usual.

"Yeah, I'm good. I just have to go to the comfort room for a moment. Excuse me." I ran to the door, clutching my chest once again until I arrive in the comfort room.

I inhaled a couple of times, catching my breath. I thought I wouldn't have any attack at all because Dr. Kang just said that I was healthy. In agitation, I called Dr. Kang. But he didn't pick up, which made me more nervous.

Another pang strike and I almost dropped my phone. This is not good. I have to atleast call either Dr. Kang or Min Hyung.

I went with a better solution and grabbed a taxi on my way to the hospital.

"Miss, is something wrong?" The driver looked at me in the rear mirror, worry written all over his face. I gave him a quick nod and lightly smiled.

"N-ne. Just drive fast, please."

Suddenly, a ring came from my phone. I looked at the lock screen and saw a text from an unknown number.

0XX-XXX-XXXX
Noona, this is Min Hyung. I got your number from Juda noona.

I disregarded whatever he said in the text and instead, I gave him a call. Good thing, he immediately answered.

"Noona!"

"Min Hyung-a, I-I need y-you to g-go to Kwangdong Hospital r-right now."

"What happened? Did you—"

I ended the call and just on time, we arrived at the hospital. I didn't even go to the receiving area or made an appointment with the nurse. I went straight to Dr. Kang's room but I didn't find him there.

"Miss Eun?" I heard a nurse said whilst panting. She must've ran after me when I walked past her in the receiving area.

"Where's Dr. Kang?" I breathed. She was about to reply but the pain came again, causing me to slightly lose balance and gripped my chest tightly.

"Omona—"

"Saemi!"

Just right then, my visions blacked out.

***

"What happened, doc? You said she was doing great with her health last time!"

"I did, Min Hyung. But I don't have any control on when she would have the attacks."

"What should we do then? Should she have a surgery?"

My eyes slowly adjusted from the light as I hear unclear voices from up close.

"Oh! She's awake." I heard Min Hyung said before getting to my side and instantly held my hand close to him.

"How are you, noona? Do you need anything? What do you feel?" He kept on throwing questions that I just find adorable. I wasn't able to stop myself from pinching his cheeks and playfully ruffled his hair. But he just looked at me with a frown.

"You worry too much." I chuckled.

"You make me worry!" He whined causing me to coo at him like I always do.

"Aw, I made my baby worry too much. Noona is so sorry, Min Hyungie!"

"Yah, stop." His eyes turned watery all of a sudden making me surprised.

"Hey! Why are you crying?"

I quickly wiped his tears but he just won't stop. He buried his face in his hand that are still holding mine and sobbed.

"I don't want to lose you too, noona." I kept silent as I caress his hair, coaxing him to calm down.

"Stop crying, baby. It's embarrassing to Dr. Kang, see?" I lifted his chin up and made him face my doctor who in return, chuckled at us. My brother wiped his face and gave Dr. Kang a sheepish smile.

"I'm sorry..." He lightly bowed at Dr. Kang but the latter only chuckled and told him it was fine.

"Can I talk to your sister for a moment?" He asks and Min Hyung nodded obligingly, earning a smile from Dr. Kang.

"I'll go grab you something to eat. I'll be right back." I nodded at what my brother said and watched him go out.

Dr. Kang went to my side and gave me an uncertain look.

"We have to take measures, Saemi. This was just like the other attacks you've had before but if it keeps on going like this, we might have to consider you having another surgery."

Upon hearing what he just said, I thought of the agreement with Baekhyun and I's parents. I don't want him to know that I have a disease just to make him pity me and just plainly see me as someone who has a hard time dealing with life.

I've thought about it.

"I still have to talk about it with your father. But it's your choice if you want to push through it or not." My eyes diverted from him to the blanket on me.

"If you're still uncertain, you can just tell me when you're already decided. But I have to tell your father, Saemi."

"Thank you, samcheon."

***

"Are you planning on telling your friend?" Min Hyung asked as we walk on the street to my house.

"Nope."

He sighs upon hearing my word. He must be burdened by his sister whom he just found and it just so happens that his sister is a weakling.

"You must be busy with school stuff. Go ahead, Min Hyung-a. Noona can handle herself." I patted his head and was about to walk ahead of him but he stopped me.

"I'm not busy. I'll walk you there." He started walking but I halted him this time.

"It's okay, Min Hyung. I'm okay. Now, go along. I know I'm a weakling for having this—"

"Stop saying that! It's not your fault you have that, noona." I was taken aback when he suddenly shouted and gave me an annoyed look.

"I just want to walk you there, okay? Is that too much of me to do?" My eyes turned teary at his words. He's just so sweet, isn't he?

"Now stop calling yourself a weakling." He scolds and held my hand before continuing to walk again. I held his arm and snuggled close. I know I'm being clingy to my brother but I just can't help it.

"Yes, sir. I love you, babybro." I uttered and before I know it, we're already in front of my house before he replied.

"And I love you too."