Swish—!!!
A cheerful yet ominous sound echoed through the hospital room.
"evil!!"
Eunho jumped up in shock. To be precise, he had been sleeping face down next to Flee's bed, and he practically jumped up.
“Wh.... What, what, what—!! Who is it!!! What the...”
“Hey you little shit!!!!”
The culprit was none other than Bambi.
Bambi held a drink cup in one hand, and with the other, he had just struck Eunho on the back. His eyes were wide open, and a vein of anger was clearly visible on his forehead.
“Hey!!! Where did you go yesterday!! You disappeared after getting drunk and you haven’t even called me!! Do you know how long I looked for you?!”
Eunho tried to understand the situation with a blank expression.
"…uh?"
Only then did the hospital room, the white curtains, and the fleece on the bed come into view.
“…Plea?”
Flee blinked and spoke softly.
“Hello… how are you? Haha”
In an instant, Bambi's gaze moved from Eunho → Flea → Eunho.
"…no way."
Bambi's eyes widened.
“Hey. You. Did you sleep here?”
Eunho nodded slowly.
“…I think so.”
"it's crazy?!"
Swish—!!
“Ahhh!!!”
Bambi's back smash 2nd hit landed right.
“I searched all night for you, wandering around campus and the bar alley!!! This bastard!!! In the hospital!!! Cutting off people’s legs!!!”
“No, that’s… why am I here too…”
Flea watched the scene and eventually burst out laughing.
“Phew….”
Both people's gazes turned to Flea at the same time.
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
Flee said, covering his mouth.
“But… it’s kind of funny haha… what happened yesterday… haha”
The air in the hospital room loosened up a little.
After a while, the three of them sat together at the table in the hospital room.
Eunho and Bambi were holding coffee, and Flee was holding juice.
“What about Senior Yejun?”
Flea asked.
“You went to work part-time?”
Bambi answered.
“Instead, I told you to tell him everything we talked about yesterday.”
Eunho cleared his throat.
"Let me get straight to the point... You're finally ready to stand on stage."
“…Really?”
“Haha, of course~ How can the vocals not stand out?”
Bambi nodded.
"Instead of connecting live from the hospital room, I think we could create a small space behind the stage and sing there. Your singing would be recorded."
Eunho inherited it.
“And at the end of the song—he comes out on stage in a wheelchair.”
Flea was silent for a while.
“…Will it be okay? Will I…not be a nuisance? Performing in a wheelchair...”
Bambi said right away.
“Hey, why are you worried about that? This is totally crazy directing.”
Eunho also laughed softly.
“The most important thing is for you to be on stage.”
Flee took a deep breath and lowered his head.
“…Thank you. Really.”
Then Bambi stopped talking.
“But this… actually, it wasn’t our first thought—”
dripping.
The hospital room door opened.
“Excuse me… may I come in?”
It was frozen.
Flea's eyes widened in surprise.
“Mr. Park…?”
Park Ha hesitated for a moment in front of the door and then bowed her head deeply.
"…sorry."
The hospital room became quiet.
“That day… on the stairs… I didn’t do it on purpose.
But I won't make excuses. Ultimately, I ended up hurting you like this..."
Park Ha's voice was low and serious.
“I… was very mistaken… I just thought that Mr. Flee was being greedy.”
Flee looked at the peppermint for a moment and then said.
“…Still, thank you for coming and apologizing.”
Park Ha's face brightened a little.
“Thank you for accepting my apology...! Let’s prepare well for our performance together.”
Flee smiled.
“I won’t give up.. You’ll help me, right? Haha.”
The atmosphere in the hospital room became much more relaxed.
Bambi said with a smile.
It was a slightly awkward laugh, but it was sincere.
Bambi immediately raised his hand.
“Of course. If we don’t help, are we even human?!?!?”
Park Ha also nodded.
“Let’s go together until the end.”
Eunho exhaled briefly and said.
“…Okay. Until the end.”
Flea felt her heart warm at those words.
But at the same time, somewhere in his heart, the question quietly arose: whether he was becoming a burden to someone.
At that time,
No one knew.
This choice
What kind of waves will come in the future?
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Continued in the next episode >>