Du-Ho Hospital.

I walked towards the Neurologist room. As the room was on the fifth floor, before going up, I took the time to come to Dr. Jeong's room. From a distance, I saw two men dressed neatly all in black, standing at the door of the doctor's office. With a big and strong body wrapped in a coat, they almost covered the entire door.

It seemed that there was a conglomerate that was experiencing the same fate as me.

'Sick indeed doesn't look at who you are, what your position is, and also how much money you have. It will come if you don't care about yourself.'

I was good at expressing such dramatic things, but not good at doing it for real.

Thinking that Dr. Jeong was busy, I decided to wait and sit on the bench in front of the room.

A few minutes after waiting outside, the assistant from Dr. Jeong came out of the room and was surprised when she saw me sitting in front of the door. "Mr. Park, why don't you come in?"

I frowned, feeling confused when I heard her say that. I asked, "Isn't there someone doing a check-up?"

The nurse smiled. "No one, sir. Please come in."

There was a brief pause in confusion before I got up to meet Dr. Jeong in his room. But, after passing through those big guards, my body suddenly stiffened. "Huh!"

I gasped as if I had stopped breathing. My eyes suddenly widened open, like they tore the corners of my eyes when I saw someone who was with Dr. Jeong right now. He looked at me with a deep feeling in his dark eyes.

I was about to run out of this room, but that person, who also looked so surprised when he saw me, immediately grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his deep embrace. It took my breath away, plus a tremendous sense of disbelief.

"Chunghee ... I miss you. Why are you so mean to me?"

The voice sounded the same as he had said my name from the first time we met. There was a warmth combined with sadness that was evident in the tone of his deep voice.

In this person's embrace, I could feel every breath in his lungs and could hear the rhythm of his heartbeat which seemed to be pumping, chasing each other along with his soft breathing.

I spoke in a voice that almost whispered, "Daehyun, let me go. Don't embarrass me in front of Dr. Jeong."

This man ... Why didn't I recognize him before?

I never thought that he would come to see me in this place. All this time, I thought that he hated me or even cursed me, and didn't want to look at my face for ignoring him all this time, like someone who had no pity.

However, today ... he came with an obvious worry on his face. "You don't even want to answer my calls. If you don't want to see me or hear my voice, at least reply to all my messages. I just want to know how you're doing ... that's all."

Even though I didn't see his face, I could feel a feeling of anger muffled by happiness.

My eyes swept over to Dr. Jeong. Seeing him who was sitting while observing the several pieces of paper in his hand; acting like he didn't care, but I knew that it was a pretense. The paper was only diverting his attention from the embarrassing men in front of him, which might have disturbed his comfort at this time.

"Daehyun, let me go. We'll talk after I do my last check-up."

There was a pause for a few seconds before Daehyun took his arm away from me. A warm smile radiated the beauty of spring, and his two eyes were a calm sea. It gave me a spiritual zeal.

Smiling, he agreed.

I talked to Dr. Jeong, "Um, I was going to talk to you about the surgery, doc, but it doesn't seem like the right timing. So, maybe another time."

He smiled as usual before saying, "Don't push yourself too much and don't forget to take your medicine regularly, sir. Good luck."

After talking briefly with Dr. Jeong. Daehyun and I immediately went to the fifth floor, where the nerve room was.

In there, I rushed to the nursing bed, lying on while awaiting further instructions. Daehyun sat beside me with the same expression, smiling heartily. However, looking at his smile, it was like cutting my feelings which hurt even more at the same time because of the guilt for ignoring him all this time.

I turned my gaze towards the Neurologist who prepared some medical kits for checking blood pressure, HB, and others. Since this was my last check-up before doing surgery, the doctor needed to make sure a lot of things to confirm that I was ready for the surgery.

A few minutes later ...

I got up after doing the check-up. Waiting for the results a few minutes, the doctor stated that I was ready to do the surgery next week.

Daehyun smiled with satisfaction.

I was lucky enough to meet him this afternoon. With his presence here, I could feel the loveliness when I was completely at the lowest point of emptiness.

When we walked out of the hospital, Daehyun grabbed my hand immediately, ignoring the people around who occasionally glanced at us.

I tried to get my hand out, but it was futile. He held it too hard and I was helpless.

Without turning around, from the corner of my eye, I saw a faint smile was also etched on his face, which was pale due to the cold air that blew. So beautiful and made my ears flushed. I admired the beauty for a moment, but I didn't want to dissolve and have to hurt him one more time. It was enough to ignore him. It already made me feel guilty even more.

A black limousine was parked by the side of the road, then another big man came out and opened the rear door — politely welcoming us.

The two of us immediately got in, and the car drove off with several other cars following behind. They were the bodyguards of the young master in the Kim Family, Kim Daehyun.

I wasn't surprised at all. Being surrounded by big men who were ready to protect him, was normal in the Kim family. They — the people in that family — were notable and respected.

"Chunghee, why are you avoiding me? I know that you rejected me. But, can't I approach you like before? Aren't we friends since long ago? Just think of me like that ... as your childhood friend — I don't mind at all. But, please don't ignore me. It ... it makes me ... I don't like it."

Instantly I turned to him. Looking at his face, there was something that described a painful feeling from his heart. It confirmed that he meant it with his words about "I ignored him".

I paused, then looked away silently, not daring to say anything. Bowing down, I hid the guilt that was evident on the look on my face.

"I was really worried about you. I thought, after resigning, you would focus on your recovery but ... you lied to me ... I was mad at you. I'm really mad right now. But, I can't show it to you."

I was surprised after hearing those words and turned back to look at him. I asked carefully, "How do you know?"

Daehyun looked at me, feeling sad, happy, angry, all mingled into one in his shady eyes. "It's because you ignored my messages as well as my calls, so I decided to see the doctor who was in charge of you at that time, and asked how you are. But, the answer made me piss off ... I'm mad, Chunghee. I'm mad."

My eyes widened open at once and looked away immediately. I couldn't bear to look at his face any longer!

My sadness had accumulated in my heart and was visible on my face. I bowed my head and hoped that every single tear that fell would also drain away all my sorrows.

However, not at all. It grew even more, when Daehyun, who realized that I was crying, suddenly embraced my body and made my cry become sobs that I kept hiding.