Always Hated(yesung)

chapter 3

YESUNG POV

I ran out of the room to find the doctors walking away. I grabbed them and attacked them. Soon,i ran out of energy and fell to the floor. I asked them softly and pathetically " Will i still be able to sing normally for this few months?"

A doctor pat my shoulder and said" Depends on how hard you try. Or you can have chemotherapy." I shook my head in denail amd said" I cannot have chemotherapy. My hair and image will be ruined." They just said" That is your only way. "

I sadly walked back to my hospital room. I searched up of laryngeal cancer symptoms. I cant have hoarse voice. Tears filled up in my eyes. Is this going to be the end of me?

I dont want to be in this hospital anymore! I pressed the call button. Soon, a nurse entered. I aksed" Can i leave this hospital already?" She replied" Let me go and ask a doctor."

With that,she left. Three minutes later,she entered with a doctor. The doctor just said" You can leave,the company has paid for the hospital bills. Go to the counter and collect your pills,the instruction is written on the bottle."

SHINDONG POV

I just recieved a news that yesung is coming back from the hospital today. His manager has set off to pick him up. He is going to reach the dorm in a few minutes.

I lay on the couch,eating my favourite potatoe chips. Suddenly,the door opened. A depressed looking yesung walked into the dorm. He walked straight into his room,ignoring all of us.

That is weird of him. However,i shook it off. I said to myself" That is the weird guy,dont care about him. Nobody likes him so why should i liek him or care for him."

YESUNG POV

I took out all the medicines and looked at it. There were medicines for throat pain,swelling of neck,voice,earache,coughing, difficulty breathing and coughing up blood.

I clenched my fist tight and fell onto my knees. I did not know that one day i will have to take a lot of medicines. But still,i still have a few months before the symptoms arrive. I took all the medicines and hid it in a box.

In the car,my manager told me that i have a recording in a one week time. I sat on the chair in my room and sang a few lines. Thankfully,my voice was still fine.

I continued to sing a few times before smiling to myself. I guess god wanted me to still have a chance to sing before i leave the world and say goodbye.

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