(POV In-ho/Frontman)

It took a moment until I realized where I was: a hospital room with two beds, yellow curtains on the windows, a boring picture on the wall – and cables and tubes, hanging everywhere around me. I automatically raised my arm to rip them off but I felt a pain piercing through my hand: "Ouch!" There was a huge needle in my vein and I almost got sick. I hated needles. Still there was the question where the heck I was and who dared to put needles everywhere into my body?! My vision was still blurred when I saw the first suspect: a slim man with black hair, hectically waving his arms and yelling: "Doctor! DOCTOR! HE WOKE UP!" Damn, that guy was noisy – could someone perhaps make him silenced? But still there was something familiar in his voice which instantly gave me a warm feeling of security. A moment later I heard steps and other suspects came running into the room – way too crowded for my taste! Also there was some annoying beeping everywhere, coming from some crazy a$$ monitors, apparently supervising me and the guy in the bed next to me. My eyes wandered helplessly as the people in white clothes started to examine me while the noisy guy with the nice voice remained silent for a moment. Then one of the people announced: "His results are fine and he is stable. There is a good chance that he will fully recover." The white man disappeared from my sight and instead I saw the man with the black hair again.

"In-ho? In-ho, can you hear me?", he asked breathlessly. What a stupid question, since he was unmistakably noisy, but who was he? I blinked a few times until my vision slowly cleared and I remained stunned: The man in front of me was undoubtedly beautiful, his eyes almost black, his face soft and evenly shaped, and his messy hair falling into his eyes. A moronic smile appeared on my face and I heard my own voice: "Wooow", I mumbled in admiration for the gorgeous guy, still super dizzy for some reason.

I heard someone laugh and a female voice saying: "He's still muddled from the anesthesia and already fell in love with you again, Gi-hun." Gi-hun...the name sounded so familiar – was it the handsome man, who was still watching me, holding my hand in his? My idiotic smile widened and I continued mumbling: "...in love w you."

Tears came into the guy's eyes as he softly kissed my forehead: "Me too, In-ho. Do you listen to me? I love you." Suddenly the monitors seemed to go crazy and their beeping accelerated drastically. He loved me! Wow. I for sure was a lucky man.

"Damn, you...handsome.", I mumbled and I heard 3 different voices starting to laugh.

"I didn't remember you being so romantic, brother.", the third voice was addressing me and I tried to turn my head to the direction where I heard it. I saw a man around 30 years old, the one laying in the bed next to mine – I instantly recognized the face, my younger brother Jun-ho... but wasn't he supposed to be a little boy and not fully grown up!? Weird. "Hello, brother?", I said carefully and a wide smile appeared on his face.

"What do we say to death?", he asked and I instantly knew the answer: "Not today."

A red sunbeam fell through the window and I was amazed by it's beauty. The girl in the room sat down on Jun-ho's bed, the light color of her hair reflecting the sun. As the two of them started a muted conversation, my attention was drawn back to the mysterious hottie sitting next to me. He wasn't saying a word, just holding my hand and smiling blissfully and I could feel a warmth in my whole body. His mere presence made me insanely happy and sooner or later I would find out who he was, I surely remembered him from somewhere. And even if I didn't find out, I instantly knew he was the one. Even though more and more light shone into the room as the sun was rising higher, I couldn't fight my fatigue anymore.

"Will you stay with me?", I asked, my eyes already half-closed. The man smiled. "Always."

His lips on my forehead were the last thing I felt before I fell into a deep, healing sleep.



(POV Gi-hun)

He was adorable. I barely recognized the man, who used to be the Frontman, now that he was all dizzy from the anesthesia.

"Damn, you handsome", he mumbled and we all burst out laughing. It felt incredibly wonderful to hear such things out of his mouth even though he didn't recognize me yet. I sighed in relief as I watched him fall asleep – I had done the right thing believing in him. In my eyes the Frontman didn't exist anymore, he was just In-ho, the guy who happened to be the love of my life. Whoever he was, the most important thing was that he was alive, once and for all. Three times I thought I had lost him: first when he faked Young-il's death, then when he saved me with the rescue-capsule sacrificing himself, and last when he was shot with no big chance of survival.

'You better stay alive now, three times almost dying should be enough for most people.', I thought, carefully laying my head down to rest on his chest. I hadn't slept for days now and as the adrenaline was leaving my body I realized how tired I was. I thought about maybe laying down on the couch for a bit but before I could even move, my eyes were already closing. The last glimpse I caught was Mi-na laying next to Jun-ho, his arm wrapped around her shoulders, both sleeping peacefully.

I smiled. We would be alright. Everything was good.

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Author's note: We're slowly coming to an end (crying) , but there will be some more chapters. I'll make this happy ending as cheesy as I can. Thx for your support xx