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I knocked on your door as soon as I found myself standing in front of your room. "Yes?" I grimaced when I heard your voice and pushed the door open. "Oh, it's only you Baekhyun," you smiled, "I thought you were a doctor." My heart ached at the sight of your smile. Your beautiful, precious smile that I could never see again in my life. When I didn't reply, you frowned, something I never wanted to see you doing. "Baekhyun what's wrong?" "N-nothing." You raised an eyebrow, obviously not believing me. "Then why are you here?" "Do I need a reason to see my favorite patient?" You squinted at me, frustrated. "Actually, Baekhyun, yes you do. Now tell me what's wrong." I sighed, knowing that I couldn't hide the heart wrenching truth anymore. I opened my mouth but no words came out, only a shaky breath. I stood in the doorway, trying to speak but instead, I made a fool out myself. "Byun. Baekhyun. You either tell me what's wrong with you right now or I'll find other means of getting it out of you." Normally, I would have laughed at your statement but today, I could tell you were serious about it. I took a deep breath, "You're going to be sent to New York, angel."
