Dear Diary,

I feel like shit. Literally and figuratively.

Chemotherapy is sucking the life out of me. I barely have the energy to even walk and visit Sunoo hyung now. Hell, I can even barely hold the pen as I write this.

Now, Sunoo hyung's the one who visits me. He politely knocks every 10 AM, peeks his cute little head on the door and gives me a small smile before walking inside.

He brings his mr. bear stuffed toy and gummy worms so we could eat together. He's the only one who eats, actually. Because I mostly vomit every food that I take now).

He checks on me every now and then. He asks the nurses if my labs are doing okay, and if I get sick from time to time.

Sunoo hyung always has this worried look on his face every time he looks at me. It's not pity, but a genuine look of concern in his eyes.

And if I'd be honest... I like it.

I like that he cares for me... even when we've only been friends for a month now.

I... like everything about him.

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