#( booyoung: answer. )

[genre]

Get to know me tag!

Tagged by @missriyochuchi thank you marie!!

Rules: answer + tag 9 people you want to get to know better and/or catch up with

favorite color: black

last song: this stupidass song

currently reading: catching up on 'go go loser ranger' volumes

currently watching: a bunch of new anime from this season but i just got caught up with 'dungeon people'

currently craving: chili's triple dipper

coffee or tea: coffee

any hobby you’d like to try?: binaural surround-sound make-your-toes-tingle whimpering/nsfw audios or pixel art :3

any discipline you’ll follow during the Olympics?: i don't exactly follow any sport but i always look up fencing and badminton highlights

any AU/Alternate Universe you’ve been plotting for?: like for me? my life? uhhh the one where i wake up from a dream and find out im still in 7th grade and have my whole life ahead of me

Tagging @taehyunghobi @hyperdrama @davealgonquins @anarchycox @tennant @booyoungs @limeshade @cordiallyfuturedwight @kimtaegis - not obligated to do the game of course!

[latibulx]

Junha & Booyoung - ❝ when i’m with you i feel like myself. i feel like every side of me is present and accepted. and i feel good about it— i feel good about who i am when i’m with you. ❞

IT’S  ALL  ABOUT  THE  YEARNING ㅡ CLOSED ㅡ @nxvalunxsis

"Are you saying that because you came back home drunk last night and I didn't nag you?" Booyoung asked in a teasing tone while she filled a large bowl with bean sprouts soup that she had cooked that morning, knowing that it would help Junha with his hangover. When he had told her that the staff of the latest film they had all been working on wanted to celebrate the last day of filming, she knew that there was little chance for him to come back home sober. His shot glass would get filled up over and over until the director and producers would call it an end. Booyoung hadn't expected anything less for that was how their society worked. It had been nonetheless funny to witness Junha stumble into the living room around three in the morning.

Sitting at her usual place in front of Junha, she ate a spoonful of rice and kept her eyes on her best friend as he ate the soup, his honest words still running over in her head. Booyoung wondered if Junha had realized such thing precisely because of last night and because he had to conceal sides of himself, sides that he only showed her. Glancing up at him, she couldn't help but to smile faintly at the sight of his furrowed brows although she wasn't sure if it was because of his headache or because of her answer. Well, both could be solved.

Grabbing the bottle of painkillers that she had set aside earlier that morning, she took a pill out and handed it over to Junha. "Junha, thank you for telling me this. It means a lot." Peering at him, Booyoung smiled softly when he met her gaze for a couple of seconds. "Last night was difficult on you, wasn't it? Just rest at home today. And, for the record, I like who you are when you're with me, too. I like all of you, no matter what."

[sunwinea]

meme,    selectively accepting!

@yuseongu​ asked:     ❝ it’s chilly out here, you need a coat. take mine. ❞ ( from guntaek :ooo )

minnie looks at him for a moment,   as if she couldn’t quite believe the words that had sputtered out of guntaek’s lips.   take his coat?   it seemed weird to her.   not that he wasn’t kind to her,   they were pretty cool together.   well,   of course they should be,   they were friends with some... pretty unfriendly benefits.   however,   the idea of something so... sweet was unsettling in a strange way.   in a way that made stomach rear up in flutters and nerves.

tongue swipes over lips but she takes his coat,   shrugging it on without much of an argument.   minnie did not want to ruin this moment in case it was just something he felt he had to do due to her obvious shivering and chattering teeth.   despite this,   it touched minnie.    ‘  thank you,   guntaek.  ’

[nxvalunxsis]

★ — Junha & Booyoung ( @latibulx​​ )

Booyoung looks up from the article she's reading on her phone - something about people's favorite holidays spots - but for some reason, her mind has focused onto a question that has popped up in her mind. With the tip of her toes, she nudges Junha's thigh who's busy watching something on his phone. He has mentioned going to the cinema a few days ago, she remembers. "Junha," she calls for his attention, a smile on her lips, "if you could make three wishes right now, what would you wish for? And nothing about world peace or something like that! Tell me honestly."

Junha was so focused on his phone that it took him a moment to realize that Booyoung was nudging him with her toes but he only fully realized that she wanted his attention when he heard his name being said. "Hm?", he replied, averting his eyes from the screen of his phone over to Booyoung. "Only three wishes?", he chuckled before he put his phone down on his lap and let out a hum in thought. He was never prepared to answer questions like these because there were plenty of things that he could think of that he could or would wish for but deciding on only a small number of them and which ones were most important to him definitely wasn't easy.

"I guess, if I could really wish for something and it would actually come true, I'd wish to be able to see my parents at least one more time." He didn't want to start with something so gloomy but it's something that was very high if not on top of his list of wishes he has. He wasn't sure what exactly Booyoung was expecting him to say but he wasn't much of a materialistic person so there wasn't anything he'd wish for that one could just go out and buy.

"Something else I'd wish for is that I could get back into cooking because I really used to love it but I just can't do it.", he sighed, starting to feel sorry for mentioning another depressing topic. He stilled cooked from time to time and really enjoys it when he does but unfortunately, it always reminds him of the time when his parents taught him things around the kitchen when he was young, and even though he cherishes those memories, they're painful to remember.

Letting out another hum, he tried to think of something else he'd really wish for but nothing really came to mind until he suddenly had an idea. "And my third wish would be that you'll go on a date with me, like, you know, a real date.", he chuckled while teasingly nudging her foot.

[latibulx]

Junha & Booyoung - a kiss between furrowed brows to try and comfort

another kiss prompt ㅡ OPEN ㅡ @nxvalunxsis

She has confessed on Valentine's Day, a few minutes before midnight, but hasn't waited for an answer as she has felt far too mortified once that the adrenaline has worn off. Booyoung thought that they could talk about it in the morning, or whenever Junha wanted because she wasn't exactly in a hurry now that her feelings were out in the open. However, morning came and with it a call from the hospital that Junha's grandfather needed to undergo hip surgery because of a bad fall. Without hesitating, they had both rushed to the hospital and would stay for as long as it was necessary.

It has been a couple of hours now and they're in the waiting area, right before the surgery unit doors that remain frustratingly closed. Junha's grandmother has been taken by a nurse to the cafeteria so she could eat something as she has been there since early; Booyoung would have gone, but Junha's strong grip on her hand has let her know where she is the most needed. "He'll be fine, Junha," she murmurs, rubbing circles with her thumb over the back of his hand, "the surgeon told you that it is not a complicated surgery, right? Everything will be fine." Booyoung assured and, when Junha glanced over at her, she leaned forward to kiss the furrowed spot between his brow. "Trust me, it'll all be fine."

[latibulx]

Booyoung, I've heard that you and Junha are finally dating. Is that why you've moved in together?

Send a rumor your muse heard about mine and they will confirm if it's true or not! ㅡ OPEN ㅡ @nxvalunxsis

If she could have choked on air, Booyoung undoubtedly would have but instead her eyes widen and her cheeks redden within seconds, which should be enough evidence to confirm the rumor. Except, well, that she isn't dating her best friend. Speechless, it takes her several more seconds to snap out of the shock from hearing such a rumor. "Iㅡ Weㅡ No?" Why have they moved in together? Because they are already stuck to each other, because it's a good way to save money too, and because their grandparents are reassured to know that they're together even though they're adults. But, Booyoung can't bring herself to explain. Oddly, it would feel like lying; they're not dating but she does like Junha as a best friend, and as a man. "It's not like that, we... he doesn't... he's not... Weㅡ" Awkward laughter slips past her lips, betraying the truth within her heart. But it's only for her to know, she hopes. "We're not dating."

[latibulx]

Junha & Booyoung - ❝ There are so many good proposals! How come no one is to your tastes? ❞

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ* ARRANGED MARRIAGE SENTENCE STARTERS 2.0 ㅡ OPEN ㅡ @nxvalunxsis

Gentle fingers put the proposal letter down on the oak desk the princess was sitting cross-legged in front of, the ink black characters on the beige parchment staring right back at her even when she was doing her utmost best to ignore them. A soft sigh slipped past her pink painted lips, the very color of the cherry blossoms that appeared every spring much to her delight. Junha was right: she had received so many good proposals from the whole country and even more as people asked for her hand. She had lost count of the many poetic letters and wonderful gifts she had received over the past few weeks, much to her father's delight.

Well, thing was, Booyoung had two main concerns with this situation: the first one was that she wasn't sure if those who asked for her hand were genuinely interested by her or if they had their eye on the throne instead. Some seemed genuine in the way they talked about the future but she knew better than to trust pretty words. The second and most important issue was that she was completely and irremediably in love with her childhood and best friend who sat facing her, going through another proposal letter filled with empty promises. She couldn't imagine giving her heart and her forever to anyone else yet Booyoung didn't think he felt the same way. She was like the little sister he cared for, nothing more.

"It's just a lot to take in," Booyoung mumbled, leaning over the desk to pluck the letter away from his hands before she stood up, brushing off invisible dust off of the skirt of her hanbok, "let's go outside, I'm tired of being in this stifling room reading letters all day. Should we go to town? I heard that a ship from far has arrived and is filled with delicacies and new spices and even new items! Maybe they even play music. Come on, we will not be able to do it once I get married."

Unless he was the one she chose, but she kept that selfish thought to herself, preferring to smile up at the bright and warm sun in the sky instead as they both went outside. And if she walked a little closer to him than usual, well, that was only for her to know.

[latibulx]

Junha & Booyoung - “is that my shirt?”

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 ㅡ OPEN ㅡ @nxvalunxsis

To say that she is freaking out is quite the understatement.

When Booyoung has woken up that morning, there are two things that startles her wide awake: she is very naked and there's a body next to her. Also, her head is pounding madly and she is thankful that she has had somehow enough of a clear head to draw her curtains closed before her one night stand. Speaking ofㅡ Booyoung bites down on her lower lip and squints her eyes at the man still deeply asleep by her side in an attempt to try and figure out if she knows him, but his head is turned away from her and it doesn't seem like his body is wearing any indentifiable marks. Well. Either she can lay there and wait for the nameless stranger to wake up and provide her with answers or she can go cook breakfast with the hope that her memories will come back to her.

Blindly, she slips out of bed and grabs the nearest shirt she finds; it's the man's shirt and it's thankful large enough to reach her mid-thighs. It smells good too. Oddly familiar but she can't pinpoint exactly why, and it nags at the back of her mind even as she reaches the kitchen of her apartment, a wide yawn escaping her when she opens the fridge. All she remembers is going to that party for single people with Junha and when a model-like woman (tall legs and slim and gorgeous like a goddess) had caught his attention, Booyoung had found comfort in getting free drinks at the bar. Why she had needed comfort? She'd rather not think about it but she genuinely hopes that he's had a great night, too.

It's a male voice that startles her out of her deep thoughts. A very familiar voice. Booyoung blinks several times at the contents of her fridge and, now that she has recognized Junha's voice, all the memories come flooding through her foggy mind: Junha giving her a piggyback, her whining some nonsense about feeling jealous, her feeling overwhelmingly desperate and calling herself ugly andㅡ holy shit.

Booyoung's entire body burns at the suddenly vivid memories that follow that mostly consist of Junha kissing her and Booyoug kissing back, clothes being tugged off, and, well. The rest is history, as they say.

She's had a drunken one-night stand with her best friend whom she may or may not be in love with.

Great.

Booyoung turns around slowly, and despite all of her attempts to keep on a normal face, she gapes at the sight of a very shirtless Junha looking at her with raised eyebrows. He's waiting for an answer, she realizes with embarrassment. "Yes? I think so?" And to further embarrass herself, she continues with, "We really had sex?"

[latibulx]

Junha & Booyoung - ‘whatever you do, I will stand with you, as I always have.’

song of achilles ㅡ CLOSED ㅡ @nxvalunxsis

It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, she has been told. Touring the world to introduce it to Korean culture and traditions is something that, some years ago, would not have even crossed anyone's mind. With the expansion of Korean culture, and most specifically K-pop music, beyond the borders of the country, Korea is no longer a country whose news are only related to the endless conflict with the North. Now, what matters the most is what next song the popular groups are going to release or which drama is the most popular. Among the pop music and the famous idols and celebrities, there has been quite a big interest into traditional music all thanks to period dramas and Booyoung has been offered the chance to show the world what has been a part of her life since she was a little girl.

And yet, she finds herself hesitating. Accepting this contract means that she'll be away for at least one full year. Away from her grandparents, from her friends, and most especially, away from Junha. A lot can happen in one year.

( She's most afraid of losing him, of losing their special bond, of drifting away from the one person she can't imagine her life without. And if she weighs her love for music and her... feelings for Junha, well...)

Her head falls against his shoulder. His answer does not help her whatsoever but she is happy to have his support regardless, even though she can't help but to wonder how he'd feel knowing that, at some point, he has become her everything. Booyoung is all too aware that being so dependant on someone else is not healthy, and that being away could actually do them some good but... She isn't actually that confident that their relationship will remain the same after so long being apart. Distance makes the heart grow fonder, the saying claims but she doesn't want to test it out.

Yet, at the same time, she doesn't want to be someone who holds Junha back. If he keeps on spending so much time with her, his chance of dating other people and meeting the right one are considerably reduced. What if he ends up resenting her for wasting so much time of his life? What if their friendship ends up being filled with regrets and barely concealed anger and they end up drifting away from each other regardless? Booyoung realizes that this would be worse than being away for a whole year. Curling up against Junha's side, she wraps both of her arms around his and holds him close against her, eyes falling shut.

"I think I'll accept the offer."

[latibulx]

Junha & Booyoung - 👀

send me 👀 + a ship ( platonic / romantic / hate ) & i’ll give you 3 headcanons! ㅡ OPEN ㅡ @nxvalunxsis

- Friday nights are for them to share and they do their best to not miss their "platonic" dates where they watch either a good movie or a very crappy one, order take-out food or try to cook a fancy dish together, and more often than not end up dozing off on the couch under a warm comforter. And even if one gets caught up at work or is dragged to some dinner with friends, they always end up meeting in the middle, finding their safe haven in each other after a long day/week.

- It gets easier when they do move in together as "roommates" but they also get more complicated because, now, they're together every day. And for the first time, there's a bit of awkwardness lingering in the air when he comes out of the bathroom fresh out of the shower, or when she waddles in the kitchen wearing a tank-top and silky shorts for pajamas.

- They also stop trying to date other people not long after moving in together. It doesn't feel necessary when they have each other, when they complete each other so well to the point that introducing another person into their life feels too much, feels wrong. And when they wake up in the same bed on more than one occasion, Booyoung knows that there's nobody else in the world she'd rather wake up next to.

[latibulx]

Junha & Booyoung - ‘ it’s you. ’

𝐑𝐏 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄:   ONE THROUGH FOUR. ㅡ OPEN ㅡ @nxvalunxsis

Booyoung grins. She grins because one, Junha has recognized her even though he hasn't seen her and two, because his voice is laced with tiredness and he leans back against the seat of his chair, making it easy for her to press her chin against the top of his head. Her hands are warm from the two cups of hot drinks she is holding but they're nowhere close as warm as when Junha curls his fingers around her exposed wrists.

Well, she definitely has underestimated his capacity at recognizing her solely from her voice. It makes her heart give a pleasant flutter, the kind of flutter that has her burying her reddening face against the top of his head; she still hasn't figured out why Junha makes her flustered so easily. But who is she to complain? She likes the effect he has on her - as unusual it may be for best friends.

"You're working late again so I thought I'd come over and surprise you with warm, caffeinated drinks." Booyoung explains with a smile far too soft - luckily, she is unaware of it so she doesn't have to question herself about the reason her expression is like that when it should not be. With a bit of reluctance, she pulls away from her best friend and sits up on his desk, right next to him, her legs crossed at the ankles. "Did you miss me? Is it a good surprise? You can say that I'm the bestest best friend you've ever had," at his raised eyebrow, she grins wider and shrugs, "or you can just thank me, I guess."

[latibulx]

Junha & Booyoung - “ i can't believe i'm even admitting to this but, you now, i've always kinda wondered what it would be like to kiss you. “

asking to kiss your best friend prompts ㅡ OPEN ㅡ @nxvalunxsis

She'd be lying to say that this kind of thought had never crossed her mind before. Junha was the sweetest person she had ever met so far; not only that, he was her favorite person, her best friend but also a very attractive man that, (too) often made her feel like there was a whole army of butterflies trying to escape from her stomach whenever he smiled at her or held her hand or simply stood by her side. Booyoung wasn't completely sure that she was supposed to feel so much around her best friend but she hadn't allowed this kind of emotions to become a bother when their time together was much more precious and important.

And she hadn't wanted to read too much into those shared moments either. Even when she was on her own thinking about how she so easily fitted in his arms and how they seemed to be a perfect fit for each other regardless of what they called their relationship, she didn't allow to dwell for too long onto such daydreams. She couldn't lose Junha, after all.

To hear such words coming from him though... Booyoung couldn't help but to wonder if there wasn't a risk to take here. A risk that could potentially change their friendship to something else... Something she didn't dare to hope for, as if it was a forbidden territory. However, there was no denying that the line between friendship and dating had been getting more and more blurred lately and, well, on more than one occasion she had found herself bearing such embarrassing thoughts about how it'd feel to be dating her best friend. That only happened in movies though, didn't it?

"Then, maybe we should find out." Booyoung replied with a cheeky grin to conceal her nervousness, but for some unknown reason, her hand still found the nape of his neck to pull Junha's face closer to hers. It felt as if she was kicking at that blurred line for good and despite the fear of ruining everything, a bigger part of her felt excited. Their noses touched and she paused, gazing into Junha's startled eyes. It was a bad idea, she'd regret putting them in such an awkward position. She kept telling herself that and yet...

Booyoung crossed the final distance between their faces and pressed her lips to her best friend's for a couple of seconds, eyes pleasantly fluttering closed at how right it felt. She was either brave or dumb, but it was too late to take a step back, now. Those couple of seconds seemed to stretch into eternity during which neither of them wanted to let the other go, lips slowly getting familiar with each other and it was only when they parted for air that she became conscious of how she had wrapped both of her arms around his neck, and how Junha's own arms were wrapped around her waist as if to make sure that she wasn't going anywhere.

Well, Booyoung realized as they slowly removed the hold they had on each other, it seemed like a simple friendship had long stopped being in her mind and heart when it came to Junha. "Crap."

[latibulx]

reverse + [ DRAPE ] - as the receiver begins to drift off to sleep after crying, sender gently drapes a blanket over them. ( byul and booyoung )

‘𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑’ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. ㅡ closed ㅡ @lovervinn

The softest sigh slipped past Booyoung's lips. Gazing at Byul, and more specifically at his face that was still carrying traces of his pain and his struggles, she found herself to be helpless in the face of such emotions that had led him to be crying in her arms mere moments ago. She didn't have the words to comfort him. Everything sounded hollow even to her own ears and she hated itㅡ she hated that she couldn't do more to make him feel better, to comfort and reassure him.

Grabbing the nearest blanket, she draped it over his body as gently as she could to not wake him up now that he had finally calmed down and gave into his exhaustion. She didn't even dare to touch him, for fear that he'd wake up. He needed to rest. He needed to be wandering through his dreams for a while, far from his reality, far from everything that was making him hurt to the point that he had been crying and crying and crying.

And she hoped that his dreams would be painless enough that he'd be able to sleep for a while and get the much needed rest. In the meantime, she'd stay by his side and be the soft voice to chase his nightmares away and the fingers that would wipe his tears away.

[latibulx]

Junha & Booyoung - ❝ sadly, the only way some people will learn to appreciate you is by losing you. ❞

&.  losing someone you love ㅡ OPEN ㅡ @nxvalunxsis

Her head against his stomach, Booyoung keeps her eyes on the wooden ceiling of her grandparents' hanok house. She can vaguely hear them talking about dinner and along with the conversation comes the sounds of pots being taken out of cupboards. These are familiar moments to her that she has grown up with, familiar and comforting; Booyoung has to admit though that they aren't as comforting and warm as the moments spent with Junha. His fingers are playing with her hair and it makes her feel a little drowsy, but not enough to completely fall asleep.

"If that's what they need to appreciate you," she murmurs, and after a few seconds, she shifts on her side and presses her face against his hoodie, smiling when that makes him chuckle above herㅡ he's so warm, this moment and all those moments before and hopefully all the future moments are so, so warm, "then they didn't even deserve to know you in the first place, don't you think?"

She peeks up at her best friend, smiles to herself at the thoughtful expression on his face and Booyoung can't stop herself from reaching up to poke his chin. "Junha, you deserve to be appreciated all day long, every single day, by people who genuinely care for you. Not just when they lose you."

Just like me, she thinks, look at me and see me. I'm right here.

[latibulx]

Junha & Booyoung - (massage) foot

UNDERRATED AFFECTIONATE GESTURES ㅡ OPEN ㅡ @nxvalunxsis

(massage) — to give my muse a relaxing back/head/foot massage

Booyoung was not okay. Or, rather, she was physically and mentally fine, but she was emotionally confused and upset and bothered and, for someone who relied a lot on her emotions, this meant that the past few days had been pretty overwhelming. Usually, she used music and her instrument to release some of her more intense emotions but also to appease herself, and it worked! However, once she was back home and alone with her own thoughts, well... It felt like playing music was useless.

The reason for the messy state of her heart was currently massaging her foot after they had been wandering all over the city for the biggest part of the day, looking for specific spots to find inspiration. She was exhausted and Junha didn't look any better, yet he was still taking care of her... Much like a boyfriend would do. Which was The Problem! Their grandparents still asked them about when they were going to get married and their friends were still asking them how they were doing to make their relationship last for so longㅡ Booyoung and Junha usually ignored them or played along without taking any of her or his answers seriously... Until it all changed. Strangely, she could see it. Dating Junha, that is. If she thought about it (and she had done that A LOT these past few days and nights), he was everything she was looking for in a potential partner: kind, funny, caring, playful, warm, polite, handsome, and so much more. The realization that, one day, someone else would get to be loved by him made Booyoung feel uncomfortable even though she had been the one to push him to meet other people to possibly date. Was she being a jealous best friend because she would not have all of his attention anymore? Or was it because she...

His thumb pressed against the right spot that had Booyoung groaning softly in approval. Her eyes fell closed, but her mind didn't seem to shut off: she didn't want to lose him, but it seemed like this was the inevitable ending regardless of what happened. If... If she did have romantic feelings for him, she'd lose her best friend ( because there was no way he was feeling the same way ) and if/when he'd meet the love of his life, she'd lose him to someone elseㅡ not entirely, but things would be different. "Why are you here, Junha?" Booyoung eventually asked, peering at her best friend from where she was laying on the couch. "We've spent the whole day together, aren't you tired of seeing my face?"

[latibulx]

Junha & Booyoung - 🤝

SEND  🤝  FOR MY MUSE TO STOP YOUR MUSE FROM LEAVING BY GRABBING THEIR HAND ㅡ OPEN ㅡ @nxvalunxsis

Several things have built up over the past few days and led Booyoung to be curled up in a hospital bed, cursing all of her ancestors and more.

To begin with, she had been preparing for an important performance in front of several ambassadors from various countries; the goal was to represent a part of the Korean culture and, of course, that included the traditional music that would accompany the dancers in their beautiful hanboks and the pansori singers and the theater performers who would count a bit of the country's history. Needless to say that she had been under great pressure. That, she could usually deal with.

On top of that though, her grandparents had insisted she brought Junha to dinner, so she did, and it had been all talks about getting married and moving in together and what about childrenㅡ until Junha cleared his throat awkwardly and announced that he was, in fact, seeing someone? Not only that had disappointed her grandparents, but Booyoung had felt upset that he hadn't told her anything about the mystery person he was dating!

And then, at some point, she realized that the real reason she was getting too upset over the end of their fake relationship was that - wait for it - she had liked playing along, she had liked pretending to be Junha's girlfriend and, yeah, that was not part of the plan at all and she was afraid of what it could mean.

( She was stubbornly avoiding the truth that lied in her own heart. )

Stress, pressure, feeling upset about her reality, it all led to Booyoung's appendix bursting right before she had to go on stage, her legs giving up under her from the overwhelming pain in lower body. At some point, she heard Junha's voice but it was faint and away as she drifted in and out of consciousness. She did register the warmth of his body when he carried her to the ambulance awaiting outside, his voice murmuring soothing nonsense when she whined out of delirious pain.

The nurse comes back to her bedroom, dragging Booyoung away from the history of that past week. Junha's holding her hand, watching her then the nurse when they're told that the surgery room is ready for her. They can't waste any more second but, suddenly, she finds herself scared of what could happen when she'll be driven into that room and, oh god, what if she doesn't wake up ever again? She needs to tell Junhaㅡ

"Junha," her grip tightens around his hand when the walls of her room shift to the hallway, "I haveㅡ you have to know that Iㅡ" someone tells Junha that he can't follow her anymore but she holds onto his hand until the last second, whimpering for him to not leave her alone, to not let her go. But she goes anyway, and with her, the courage to face her own feelings.