It is barely 1 AM when Chan dials Jeongin's number, his foot tapping in anticipation. A few rings later, when the younger picks the call up, he speaks, "Chan? At 1 AM? Is your problem back-"

"Jeonginnie! We found Jisung!" Chan exclaims into the device.

"..."

"Jeongin?"

"Where? I'm coming there right now!" there comes a shuffling sound, as if he is getting out of the sheets on his bed. 

"Minho called up and said that he was back at Morningstar..." the vigor in Chan's voice sounds defeated once he says the name of the hospital.

"Oh... He's there..." Jeongin speaks, a slight disappointment in his voice, "Is everything alright?"

"I don't know. Minho just told me that he was there after decades with his daughter."

"He has a daughter?!"

"I know, exactly!"

"You wanna go now?"

"Don't even have to ask me twice."

_____

Jisung waits outside the ICU with Mi-ra, soothingly rubbing her back up and down as she hopelessly stares at the doors of the operation chamber. Minho has not met him yet, but keeps peeking at him from the nurses' office, not knowing whether he should interrupt him when he is quite literally covered with the blood of the woman he has sent to the ICU.

Minho taps his foot; Chan had informed him that he and Jeongin are on their way here. How long is it going to take them?

As soon as he thinks of that, the doctor emerges from the ICU, and Jisung shoots up from his seat, Mi-ra rising simultaneously.

"Doctor, how's she? She lost a lot of blood on the way here and-"

"I'm sorry, Mr Han..." the doctor hangs his head in a clinical defeat, but for Jisung and Mi-ra, it is an emotional, world-crushing loss.

Jisung's hands fall to his sides, his mind emptying and the blood in his veins freezing. A sudden numbness, not-so foreign to him, captivates his heart again, squeezing it out, like a noose around the neck. That heart is giving up, alongside all of what Su-na had built in him from the very scratch. He is thrown back -- 32 years ago -- when the festering of this numbness had grasped his heart in a deadly grip, and she had pulled him away from those malicious clutches. Now, he is back in that very spot -- an eighteen-year-old boy learning how to live in a quicksand of death.

"What? Mom cannot be...!" Mi-ra cries, sinking to her knees. Sobs break out of her, and she puts her hands on her face, wailing into them.

"Mi-ra, my sweetheart," Jisung has to be strong now. He moves from his spot, deserting the eighteen-year-old on that very spot and instilling his soul back into his fifty-year-old self, and hugs his daughter's side. She buries her head in his chest, heavy sobs breaking out of her.

Minho stands in his place, clutching the pen in his hand tightly, not knowing what to do. He cannot suddenly go up to Han Jisung after 32 years to console him. But isn't that what he is supposed to do? After all, Jisung had worked under him all those years ago.

That's when Chan and Jeongin burst through the door, frantically looking around. At the long end of the hallway are the crying father and daughter, clutching onto each other as their leftover support system. But they do not see that. 

Minho turns to look at Chan and Jeongin, and Jeongin approaches him, out of breath, asking, "Where... is Jisung?"

"I don't think now's a good time to see him, though..." Minho points with his pen at Jisung's back, who is crouched on the tiled floor. 

"What...?" Chan breathes, taking slow steps toward Jisung, his heart beating wildly in his chest. This is it -- he is going to see his friend from 32 years ago; the one who had one of the biggest hands in saving him during that time, the one who stayed up with him entire nights to keep him company, the one whom he hasn't seen in long, long years. 

The one who sits five steps before him, his back shaking in strong sobs. 

Chan takes slow, dragged steps toward him, and with his hands shaking, he rests a feathery soft hand on his back, his croaked, manly voice calling out his name, "Jisung?" 

The said man tenses under his touch, and with a teary-eyed vision, he sees a middle-aged bald man looking down at him, his expression somber, and his eyes kind.

"Is that you... Bang Chan?" 

Chan nods. 

Jisung stands up, albeit dreadfully slowly, and stares at him, wide-eyed. His overflowing sorrow is doubled with guilt, now that he is seeing him again after 32 years. In his face, he sees kindness, despite what betrayal he had shown him all those years ago. In his face, he sees the compassion, that had always been there. In his face, he sees Lee Felix. 

"Jisung, how are you...?" Chan does not know how else to ask that. 

Jisung wipes the streaks of tears on his cheeks with the back of his hand, more threatening to spill, and he chuckles humorlessly. 

"I'm here again. After all these years. Morningstar has yet again seized my happiness from me." 

Jeongin and Minho walk up behind Chan, and Jisung, overwhelmed with the appearance of his friends yet again, gulps down a sob, "I'm sorry..." 

"Why are you here again, Han?" Minho questions, softness evident in his tone. 

Jisung looks back at Mi-ra, who still sits on the tiles, and then turns to face his friends, "Remember Su-na?" 

"How can we not?" Jeongin speaks gently, "How can we forget her?" 

"She's... no more." 

(a/n: DO NOT LAUGH AT BALD CHAN, IT'S SAD ONCE YOU GET TO KNOW IT T_T

I'm writing all this down in one sitting, I'm just that excited!!! 

How was this? I know, you might be a little confused, but things will make sense! 

Thanks for reading! I love you!)