Features || Junhan

16

Waking up, 2 people were laying on the sofa, legs ontop of each other in a deep slumber. I then noticed it was Aera and Yuki. Looking to my left I see a little boy seated on a wooden chair with green cushions on his phone, both earphones in.
Then looking around my surroundings, I notice I wasn't in a familar room. The blue curtains, the tall, white bed with thin blue sheets and a thick pillow. The walls were also white and had a clean white marble flooring.

I lift my left arm up and notice a drip on a IV pole, the cannula was on my hand and was having the liquid from the drip bag injected into me.
Beside the IV pole was a heart monitor. Sitting up on the bed, I lift my top up and see the red monitor one just above my chest, a blue one on the side of my stomach and a green one on top of my heart.

"Noona, please put your shirt back down." I hear. I look over and see Junhan taking his earphones out, placing them on his lap. With a nod of my head, I do as he says and sighs.

"What happened?" I mumble, my throat being too sore to talk normally.
"You passed out yesterday." He says. "Doctors say there's more plaque in your heart, so you need to get the transplant soon."

"Hyeongjun-"

"No." He cuts me off by holding my hand. "Noona, I really care about you, really. I know we just met in September and it hasn't been that long but I really enjoy your company. Ever since we first bumped into eachother in the halls, you've told me to becareful. Second time we met, you also told me to becareful. Third time we met, you took care of me when we were at the company and when we went out to the guitar shop. It's now November, you've been taking care of me this whole time, now it's my turn to take care of you."

I could feel my blood slowly rise up to my cheeks, making them feel slightly warm.

"The doctors said that you have a month and a half left, and they also suggest that you tell the public just in case you do pass earlier then expected."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah.. whatever. I know how to handle this." I sigh, trying to skip the talk about me dying. "What hospital is this?"

"Seoul National Hospital." He says.
"My mom works here, who's my doctor?"
"It's your mom, Byeol noona introduced me to her." He says, pointing over to the sleeping girl on the sofa with her legs on Yuki's lap.

With a sigh I nod and lay back down on the soft bed.
"When will I be discharged?" I ask, sitting back up on the bed and looking at Junhan. He shrugs with a slight frown, then staring at me.

"Hold on noona, you have something on your face.." He says, standing up from his chair and leaning on the bed, holding my shoulder and the other touching my cheek with his thumb, rubbing something off.

I couldn't help myself but look at all of his features. His dark brown doe eyes that are slightly covered by the fluffy black hair, his slightly opened soft pink lips, his white bunny teeth, that one mole near his eye and his defined jawline.
Everything about him was perfect, just perfect. In my eyes, he had no imperfections. He was sent down by an angel and was designed by an artist.

"Noona, what are you doing?" Junhan asks, pulling away slightly. I quickly pull him back, but this time, even closer. He rests his forehead on mine, the tips of our noses touching each other as he held eye contact.

"Hyeongjun, can I kiss you?" I ask with no hesitation, but rethinking my desisions right after. Why did I ask that? Did the doctors put me on some love drug?

"Yes please."