I did not sleep.

The entire flight of fourteen hours, I did not get one wink of slumber.

Everytime I dare close my eyes, the image of my sister bloodied on the bed would knock me into consciousness right away.

Even the flight attendants would ask me if I'm okay.

I could only nod and plaster a smile, hoping they'd understand and fuck off.

It may have sounded harsh, but I was panicking. Freaking out, with no one to hold on to.

That's when I wished that I had someone coming back to Seoul with me.

It's your problem now, Sora. You're the one who pushed him out of this.

You have no one to blame but yourself.

Fustrated, I looked out the window, slowly watching the night melting into daytime as the plane drifted over South Korea.

The airplane landed smoothly. I unbuckled the seat belt and got out the plane, grabbing my luggage.

I rushed through security checks and soon out the airport.

Catching a taxi, I ordered it to go to the Central Hospital.

The car raced past the others, speeding dangerously high as he went past red lights.

The taxi dropped me off right in front of the entrance.

I thanked him as I paid him in euros and burst the doors opened.

The hospital was large, with a lot of people were about, most sitting with their head in their hands.

"Yoon Sora?"

"Oh my God, I know her-"

"Why is a model like her at a hospital-"

I ignored their murmuring as I ran to the reception.

"Where is Han Somi submitted?!"

"May I know who you are?"

I groaned. "You know who I am!" I exclaimed. "I'm her sister!"

"She's out of emergency," the receptionist explained calmly.

I could almost sense the pity in her voice.

"Please calm down, Miss Yoon, her operation was successful."

"Where are her children?" I demanded.

"A-Anni?"

I stopped.

And turned around to find Chanja staring at me, face red and crumpled.

A sob escaped me.

"Anni!" she cried out, running over to me.

She nearly knocked me off my feet as she flung her arms around me and squeezed me with all her might.

"A-Anni-" she wept, her face pressed against my stomach as she cried and cried.

I kneeled down, wrapping my arms around her as tears escaped me.

"ANNI-"

A fiery little four year old struggled free from a nurse's grip.

Chanmi then ran as fast as her chubby little legs could carry her as she pounced on top of me.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, nuzzling her head on my shoulder. "Anni, I don't wanna be with that nursh, I wanna be with you," she whined.

I wrapped my arm around the little girl, pulling both the sisters to me as more tears came.

These precious children.

Trying to hold themselves together in a situation that should never be inflicted on anyone, let alone girls who haven't even hit their teenage years yet.

They don't deserve this. They don't deserve what's hitting them.

It's all that bastard's fault.

Rage replaced my sadness, boiling low inside me.

I'm going to kill him. I'm going to make him regret what he did.

"Miss Yoon?"

A voice snapped me out of thought.

I looked up to find a man in his twenties, greyish-silver hair styled in a quiff. He wore a white coat, a stethoscope hung around his neck.

I wiped my face with my hand, taking a deep breath.

"Yes..." I slowly got up, not leaving my nieces' grip. "Yes, that's me."

"Hi, I'm Dr. Kim Namjoon," He greeted, holding out his hand.

I just looked at it. I wasn't letting go of the girls' hands.

The man's nervous laugh had me feeling a little guilty. He clapped his own hand with a clipboard and set it to the side.

"Sorry," I offered.

"Don't worry, I understand," he assured me, offering me a dimpled smile. "You are..."

He glanced at his clipboard, "Mrs Han Somi's sister, am I right?"

I nodded. "Can I see her?" I asked.

"That's why I came here," Namjoon said. "Mrs Han has been out of the danger zone, as we've patched her up.

"My colleagues are not keen on the idea of letting visitors in so early, but I insisted you see her."

I offered the man a smile. "Thank you."

"However, Miss Yoon, I suggest the girls stay outside," Namjoon said. "The state Miss Han is in can be... distressing."

"What?!"

"Please understand, Miss Yoon," he pressed, "The younger has just calmed down. I don't want the poor child to break down at seeing her mother like this."

"But-"

"It's okay, Anni,"Chanja spoke up.

I looked down at her. She was straining a smile. "At least you're here now. That's good enough for me and Chanmi."

The younger nodded in my neck.

I sighed, patting Chanja's head. "Fine," I muttered.

"I'll take care of them if you want," Namjoon offered.

"Thank you, Dr. Kim," I said.

I then turned to my nieces. "Go on, girls. I'll be back soon."

"Her room's just round the corner," Namjoon said, pointing forward.

He then held out his hands. "Who wants some ice cream?"

"Me!" Chanmi suddenly shouted.

"I'll...I'll have some too."

I laughed lightly, proceeding forward as I left the doctor to take care of the girls.

I reached the door in no time. Room 54.

Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and let myself in.

It was a white room, void of any colour. A blank bed sat in the middle of the room.

And on it was my dear sister.

Somi laid there like a mummy, all wrapped around in white bandages save for her hands and a part of her face.

She stared out the open window, a sad frown on her marred face.

"S-Somi."

The woman turned her head ever so slowly. As if that's how fast she could.

A soft sob escaped her.

I ran forward, nearly flinging my arms around her when I stopped.

"S-sorry," I stammered. "I got a bit excited."

A chuckle sound from her, lighting up her entire face.

I sat down on a chair beside the bed, being careful of my black dress.

"Where...did you come from?" she asked slowly. At least she could talk.

"Straight from Paris," I answered. "I was at Jeon Jungkook's birthday party."

She tried to widen her black eyes. "Really? I heard it in the news about the boy's birthday bash."

"Hmm," I got out. "And there was everyone famous in there, like Park Jimin, Camille Rey-"

Somi shivered as if in disgust. I laughed, continuing.

"And there was Giselle Lamar, Jung Hoseok-"

"Oh, I know of him," she said. "He did your makeup in the first shoot, right?"

I nodded. "He's so bubbly and outgoing, and we've instantly become friends."

"And Taehyung?"

I blinked. "What about him?"

A knowing smile spread her lips. "Was he there?"

I gave her an incredulous look. "Yes, he was there."

"I'm sure you knocked him out with that look," mused Somi.

I didn't mean for you to slay me too.

You looked out of this world.

"I..."

Somi had never looked more amused. "Oh, dear, did someone have it out with him-"

"No!" I exclaimed, waving my hands. "No, no, no, we only kissed-"

"Only kissed?" my sister parroted. "What are you, five?"

"I think...I think it could have gone further were it not for Chanja's missed calls."

"Oh."

A sudden silence filled the room.

"She...she called me ten times," I said. "Ten times she called me, crying to me that..."

"That Chanyeok," I spat, as if that name was a poison, "Had beaten you up."

Somi's smile had faded now.

"How dare he beat you up?" I demanded. "How dare he think that it's okay to lay a finger on you?"

"Sora..."

"I want to throttle you for letting him," I seethed.

"But why should I? It wasn't your fault that you were a kind soul. It wasn't your fault you gave all of yourself for a sick shit like him."

I took her hand gently in mine. "What pisses me off the most, Somi, is how can he hit you in front of your own fucking children?"

Tears formed in her eyes. "I thought he'd become a better man. I thought I could change him.

"But..." The tears flowed out. "I was wrong. I was so wrong for thinking that. He was still the same, even after Chanja and Chanmi.

"Even after ruining my entire life for him, he was still the same."

My heart broke slightly. I slowly wiped the tears of her face, careful of not hurting her.

"Sora..."

I didn't know how long had passed since I saw her, as we talked and talked about all the things sisters would talk about.

I didn't touch on Chanyeok this time. I couldn't bear to see her crying again, especially when she's in hospital because of him.

She was about to speak when the door suddenly opened.

Namjoon's head popped out the door. "Uh, Miss Yoon?"

I looked to the doctor's confused face and asked, "Yes?"

"There's someone who's looking for you, and they're causing quite a lot of commotion."

"I want to see her!" a familiar voice shouted from outside the room.

I exchanged worried looks with Somi. "Uh-"

"It's okay, you can go," she assured me.

"Thanks," I said, getting up the chair.

I followed Namjoon out the room, waving Somi goodbye.

Chanja examined the scene as she held Chanmi, who was chuckling.

My eyes went to where they looked.

And gasped.

It was none other than Kim Taehyung, shouting his head off at a poor nurse.

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