It was at different noon.

Kim Daehyun and I just attended a meeting. In the conference room, Daehyun was great at presenting statistics of the company's performance for this month, and he also confidently described the production scale of the project that was just launched. It showed him as a smart president as well as elegant. It amazed me, even till this presentation was over.

When we were walking in the lobby, I suddenly staggered to the side, and Daehyun instinctively held my body. "Chunghee, be careful ..."

I tried to stand up straight carefully, but with stiff legs, I had a hard time doing it even though Daehyun helped me.

Seeing me struggling, the crazy idea made Daehyun want to carry me, but I firmly and stubbornly refused by removing his hands, so he only helped me to walk to the sofa — not far from where we were and sat down.

I touched my stiff legs, but something warm and fishy slowly touched my lips, then a red liquid dripped down on the ground.

Daehyun was almost screaming, "Chunghee, you're nosebleeding again!"

Over the past few months, I had realized that something was wrong with my condition, but I just tried not to think about it and did my activities as usual.

As I was about to wipe the blood on my nose, Daehyun stopped me, and held out his handkerchief as he said anxiously, "Chunghee, you're not okay."

I grabbed his handkerchief, wiped the blood, then shook my head weakly. "I'm okay."

Daehyun stood up immediately, then reached out to me. I stared at him for a moment before grabbing his hand and standing up in front of him.

However, he firmly tightened his grip, then pulled me out of this place by forcing, without saying anything.

"Mr. Kim, please ... let go ... it hurts ..."

The more I tried to let go of his hand, the more he tightened his grip.

"We're going to the hospital," Daehyun said, in a flat voice that sounded cold.

Hearing this, I was shocked and tried to stop my steps. However, his immense strength couldn't compare to mine. Any resistance wouldn't affect at all.

Until we were near a black limousine, he opened the door car and pushed me in, followed by him.

"Drive us to the hospital right now," he spoke commandingly to someone in the driver's seat.

"Yes, sir."

On our way, we didn't talk to each other. I glanced at him and saw that there was an irritation on his shady face. It even lasted until we got to the hospital.

Courageously, I followed Daehyun from behind, who was still holding my hand quite firmly as he walked toward the registration room. In here, we were asked to go to the Internal Room to do a check-up, and Daehyun immediately pulled me back without a word.

In the Internal Room, after explaining all my complaints, I was asked to do a further check-up at the Oncology Doctor's room on the third floor. And without wasting a time, I went out to see Daehyun who was waiting for me out of the door.

As soon as I left the room, Daehyun immediately approached me and asked with worry, "What did the doctor say?"

"Nothing. He just asked me to go to the Oncology Room ..."

"..."

After being in front of the Oncology Room, I immediately opened the door slowly, then came in reluctantly. Daehyun waited for me outside like previously.

A soft-eyed young doctor smiled at me, welcoming me with attention, "Good afternoon, sir. Please, have a seat." with a pause, he continued, "Can I help you, sir? What is your name?"

"Park Chunghee."

I went back to explain all my complaints during this time, and the young doctor responded with a nod that looked serious while continuing to write down all the complaints I just said.

After that, he then directed me to change my clothes and asked me to take off all the metal objects I was wearing.

I gazed at my fingers for a moment and remembered that I had forgotten to put my ring on in the past three days. If Donghwa found out, he would scold me like a while ago.

"Please, lie down, Mr. Park."

It's a CT scan. Worried, I took a silent breath and laid down on the top of the checkpoint.

While lying down, before the device moved, a nurse took a sample of my blood. I could feel the prickling in my vein, but I didn't feel any pain because of nervousness.

Ten minutes after the analysis, the doctor looked at the results of a 3D scan that divided several parts of the image, then combined them. He took a serious look.

At the same time, the nurse who had taken my blood sample came with the test results. He immediately handed the sheet of paper to Doctor ... Jeong — was seen from the ID he was wearing.

"Mr. Park, it's very difficult to say this, but ..." Doctor Jeong sighed softly, "Your diagnosis shows that you have brain cancer. Glioblastoma. There's a malignant tumor in your brain, sir — stage 3. You should undergo surgery."

Hearing that statement, instantly shocking me. I froze and became tensed. It was like destroying my life at once as if there was no more luck for me in the future.

A lot of worries came into my head, but it led to a question that made my heart hurt immediately. I asked myself, 'will Donghwa be okay in the future without me?'

By trying to look calm, I said, "Doctor, if I don't do that, how about it?"

"You have to do that. At this stage, people will usually only have a life expectancy of no more than a year." He fumbled around the bookshelf beside the table, and reached for something, "This is my name card, there's also my cell phone number in it. Please call me when you are willing."

I grabbed the name card, then shortly came out of this room, looked down, and hid my face. I couldn't possibly show my face like this in front of Daehyun.

However, when leaving the room, Daehyun exclaimed, "Chunghee, how's the result?"

Cautiously, I lifted my face, staring at the pair of eyes that were staring at me with worry. I couldn't say anything; couldn't say okay anymore. Looking at his face, I couldn't hide my sadness anymore.

My body moved by itself, hugged Daehyun with tears rolling down my face, and sank my body and feelings into his chest even more, while Daehyun was silent, and hugged me tighter.

Having calmed down enough, I wiped my tears, lifted my face slowly, and spoke with the deepest sadness, "I ... I ... have cancer."