Ironically, the weather outside was sunny. There was no clouds in the sky and the sun was shining down. Outside, many people were laughing and having fun in their respective groups.
None of them knew of the tragedy that occurred inside that very hospital room.
Minhyun, contrary to his uncontrollable anger, was stone quiet. His skin was pale and his muscles tense. No one knew what he was thinking.
It was almost as if he was the one that died.
Yoona, on the other hand, was full of emotions. She knew Ji-ho wouldn't want her to cry so much over his death, but she couldn't help it. More tears began to well up in her eyes, knowing that she will never hear that teasing voice ever again.
What should they do? How do they react?
His body was cold. So cold. The warmth from his hands disappeared.
The happy voice that should be spoken out of his mouth was silent.
Sometimes, she would look, and then expect for him to jump up and say "It was a joke!".
