Seokjin chuckled, surprising me. A hand reached for my cheek. He stroked his thumb over my cheek, wiping my tears away. "Aren't you silly, Minyoung?"

"I'm idiot."

"Yet, you want to forget about him again?"

"He hurt you."

"He... hmmm... He would never hurt anyone, Minyoung. It was me who hurt him." Jin said, his hand dropping back next to him.

"What do you mean?"

Jin just smiled as he wrapped his arms around my neck, giving me a tight hug. It had been a while since he was gone. I forgot how it felt being hugged from my brother who took a good care of me. And those tight hugged, flashed more memories in my mind. Opening new gates that were closed firmly.

I knew that this wasn't real and I didn't want to wake from this. My brother was here, alive and well.

"Remember, if you want to, Minyoung. I don't have to be there to be happy, you need to move on. Leave the past to the past."

I nodded, knowing that by accepting this I was letting go of him forever.

~~

(Narrator's POV)

Once again, Minyoung's body was lifeless in front of him. He promised himself that this wouldn't happen again. It angered him that whatever he did, it always ended up with hurting her.

Loving her hurt her

Staying away hurt her

Keeping her close hurt her.

Telling the truth hurt her.

He wasn't sure what he should do to stop hurting her. All he wanted was to have another change with her. Maybe he should really never come close to her. He should have transferred school the moment he saw her there.

He should have pushed her away, just like he once did before.

But pushing her away would end up with her getting closer to him.

She was now lying in the hospital bed, the IV tube connected to her arm. The doctor said that it was stress and nothing else. She was completely fine. He should feel easy, but he couldn't.

She wouldn't wake up.

Jungkook felt a hand dropping on his shoulder. Looking up, he found the guy he never considered being friend with him. Yet, he reminded him too much of Minyoung, with his good heart and easy going personality.

Bambam smiled, but his smile was the cheerful one he used to see. "The coach called her mother, she is coming soon."

Jungkook nodded, returned to look at Minyoung. His chest tightened whenever he looked at her. Gulping he reached for her hand that was lying beside her.

Her hand was cold. He held it with both hand and tried to warm them up by rubbing it softly.

It was all his fault once again.

"Are you okay?" Bambam asked, worried about his friend. He never saw him care about someone like this before.

"No" He shook his head. "I'm not okay."

Bambam sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I don't understand anything. How come Coach knows her mother?"

"He is her uncle."

Mouth dropped, Bambam was more confused. He knew about Minyoung loss of memory, but he couldn't imagine that Coach was actually her uncle. Why would her uncle hide that fact?

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