It was probably 11 am when I felt something move under my touch. I slowly opened my eyes, welcoming the bright sunlight that peeked through the curtains.

I lifted my upper body up, only realizing that I've been sleeping while sitting down for hours now. My back hurt, a lot. I stretched out my arms and yawned, opening my eyes only to see my father's eyes open, like, wide open.

"Y-Y/N?" He said. His voice was very gruff, his skin was pale, his lips were chapped and blue. I felt really sorry seeing my old man in this sickly state.

"D-Dad?!" I asked a little bit too loud, alarming my mother about what is happening.

She stood from her seat and ran outside while screaming, "Doctor! The patient is awake."

My attention went from my screaming mom and back to my now teary dad. "What happened? I-I thought you were okay. Mom said you were fine, b-but you're not." I touched his face, it felt warmer than before.

"I-I don't know. I was just cleaning up one day and saw this container that held a blue b-" Suddenly, his eyes rolled back and his head fell back unto the pillow.

"D-Dad? DAD!!!!" I shrilled in fear. His skin felt warmer, no, it was really hot. I was about to examine him when I got pushed away by nurses who were rushing him to the emergency room with a doctor who was checking up on him.

Instead of running with them, I just stood there, feeling lost. My knees suddenly gave out and I fell, crying out all of my stress and frustration out. I started punching the ground, blood dripping down my knuckles as I did so.

While I was having an emotional breakdown, my mom came into view. She was shocked at the sight.

She started to rush around the room, probably looking for tools to clean up my wounds. I didn't feel a tinge of happiness in my system; rather, I got angrier.

"What happened to father?" I gritted through my teeth.

"You won't understand-"

"WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME ABOUT THIS?!" I stood up, shouting at my mom who was dazed at my sudden attack.

"KANG Y/N HOW DARE YOU SHOUT AT YOUR MOTHER!" She shouted back, which was pretty ironic. I would've laughed if this wasn't the situation.

"THEN WHY CAN'T YOU JUST TELL ME THE REASON WHY DAD SUDDENLY GOT THIS SICK?"

"It's ridiculous, even I wouldn't believe it-"

"JUST TELL ME!"

"IT'S BECAUSE OF A BUTTERFLY!"

I was taken aback, "A b-butterfly? You must be joking around, mom." I couldn't understand. How could a beautiful and small creature do this much harm to a healthy grown man?

Sensing that I've calmed down, my mom approached me with a medicine kit, leading me to the couch. She started tending my wounds. I let out a sound of pain as I felt the alcohol come in contact with my wounds. Bandaging it up nicely, she let out a sigh.

"Your father was cleaning out the attic. I was down in the kitchen cooking dinner when I suddenly heard a loud thump upstairs. I checked on him and I saw your dad on the floor, holding the container in one hand. On his chest was the butterfly which was very much alive." She explained.

"I grabbed the container and trapped the butterfly. I held your father's hand and it only looked like he had a fever so I just carried him to our bedroom and took care of him there. His fever was going down so I figured that it might just be a simple fever but no, it wasn't. His fever was coming back and leaving at a daily basis until yesterday." She sniffled, a tear going down her cheek.

"His temperature just rose." She said.

"H-Hyperthermia, that's why he got into a coma." I muttered, suddenly understanding the situation now.

"B-But, what is the connection of the butterfly with that?" I asked her, and she just stayed quiet.

"Father might just be extremely tired or something which lead to the fever. A butterfly being the cause just doesn't make any sense." I said.

"I just hope that you are right." My mom muttered.

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"He is currently in a stable state but we do advise you to keep him bedridden or better, just let him stay here in the hospital in case anything happens." The doctor, Mr. Han, said.

"Would it be alright if he transferred hospitals?" I asked him, hoping that it would be alright if they just stay at the hospital that I work in so that I can visit them every day.

"That, unfortunately, cannot be done, Dr. Kang. Especially since you hope to move him to Busan, which is a 5-hour drive from here to there. We do not have the equipment that would keep him in a stable condition inside the ambulance. It would be very risky, and you know that." He explained.

I really wanted him to move hospitals, but as he said, it would be risky. I sigh in defeat and just connected my hand with my dad's.

The doctor and the nurses exited the room, leaving my sobbing mom, my bed ridden dad, and I alone. I felt really miserable. Then, I heard my phone go off, a notification.

Baby Tata:

Hey Y/N! How are youuu??

I hope that you are doing fineee

I miss you :<<<

Cutie Y/N:

Taehyung! Hi :>>>

Not so good, my dad is in a coma.

Baby Tata:

Your dad is in a WHAT?!!

Want me to go there?

I dunno... bring you food maybe??

Cutie Y/N:

Thanks for the offer, Tae.

But no thank you.

You might be busy working on some songs.

Baby Tata:

Not really...

Honestly, I'm boredddd

Cutie Y/N:

Play some games with Jungkook thenn

Baby Tata:

He DID tell me that we're gonna play Overwatch

At... 2 pm?

OH SHOOT IT'S 3 THAT MUSCLE PIG WILL KILL ME!!!

Bye Y/N~~ Take care<33

Cutie Y/N:

Lol goodluck haha

Bye Taehyung!!

I closed my phone and looked back at my father who was still unconscious. "Dad, hurry up. Wake up for me, please?" I said, letting a tear drop on our intertwined hands.

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As if the gods had heard my prayers, there was my father, laughing loudly with my mother. The cup of instant noodles fell from my grasp, crashing down to the white-tiled floor of the room. It was still hot so I burned myself in the process.

"Ouch!" I screamed every time my pajamas came in contact with my ankles. My mom had come to my aid and was cleaning the noodle mess that I made in the doorway.

I looked at my father who was laughing at me. There was no way that this was real. I must be dreaming. But then again, how would I feel pain if I'm dreaming.

"A-Are you really awake, dad?" I asked him, still shocked because it had only been 2 months, the doctors told me he was gonna stay unconscious for probably a year.

"I am, princess!" He exclaimed. "I'm fine! No need to worry about." He reassured me. I could see the sincere look in his eyes.

"You've been staying here with me in and out for two months now. Goodness, I hope Dr. Oh would still accept you in that hospital." He joked, and I immediately thought, "Oh yeah, I've almost spent two months here in the hospital."

"Don't worry about it, dd. What matters to me is that you are okay." I smiled.

"I'm fine now! You've been taking care of me for the past months so I figured I should also surprise you with something." He said.

And we heard a knock on the door...

Actually... it was several knocks on the door.