takes place at chapter 24-26

"Minseong! Guess who's here!" The door flew open, a certain female barging in. In her right hand held a basket of fresh and ripe fruits; in her left held the door open.

Minseong faked a frown, wanting to cross his arms but halting when he remembered the nurse telling him not to tangle his IV line. "Big sis! As long as the door flings open, I'll always know it's you." He said jokingly, his smile was dull and tired.

The female walked closer to her ill brother, placing the basket of fruits by the table beside his hospital bed. "Haha, did you sleep well last night?" Y/n grinned, breaking an apple in half and handing one to Minseong.

There was a certain look in his drowsy eyes. "Sis, I want to be as strong as you." Minseong mumbled, those dark eyes that lacked a single spark stared deeply at the apple.

Y/n stayed quiet. She shouldn't have done that in front of him, it only ruined the mood. She let out a short and breathy laugh, barely considered a laugh at all. "You will, big sis will always find a way."

But Minseong turned away from her, his back facing hers. Y/n merely lowered her head.

"You will be fine, Minseong." Y/n started, already thinking of the hospital bills and the far vision of Minseong playing happily at the beach.

"One day, you will leave this place."
She knew it was tiring to constantly have needles and nutrients injected into your veins.

"Big sis will find a way."
It was boring to keep staring out the window which was constantly covered by thin curtains.

Minseong didn't reply. After all, he could hardly catch his breath. He couldn't even walk with the pain in his legs.

"I won't fail you, Minseong." Y/n assured, placing a hand on his back and lightly rubbing.

"My heart will. I'm nine, sis." Y/n kept her gaze on the curtains. She could understand why he felt that way. She didn't have the money to get treatment for his congestive heart failure. At the most, he only had one year.

"... I'll make sure it doesn't." The female turned around and left the room, the apple that was in her hand had been subconsciously crushed and turned into mushed pieces of apple juice.

The sight of her brother's chapped lips, his cheeks inches away from sinking in, eyes that no longer shined like the stars he would connect and legs that swelled and turned red. It broke her heart to know that he had never once stepped foot out of the hospital in 7 years.

Money. Power. Wealth. That's what she needed. And she would get it.

"Sis. My friends told me there would be a festival at J High School..." Minseong mumbled. Right. His friends that visit every now and then. If only she had the money to take him to school.

Y/n didn't give any reaction. "You know you can't. It's dangerous... For you." Was all she said. Minseong flashed a look of disappointment, "But you will go with me, won't you?" The underlying plea in his tone hurt.

"I'm not planning to go, Minseong..."

"Why?"

"I dropped out of High School a while ago."

"When?"

"Last month."

"But you can still visit for the festival, you weren't blacklisted."

"Minseong..."

"Please sis. At least video call me so I can see everything."

Y/n sighed. She nodded, this was the least she could do for him. Minseong smiled, one that lacked much emotion and energy. She just hoped he would be awake when she went there.

Eventually, a few days passed, and the festival deemed closer. Y/n made sure her phone was fully charged and prepared another device so Minseong could watch from the hospital. Minseong seemed excited for the first time in a while.

Y/n took steps forward, seeing many activities but not daring to try any.

"Hey, isn't that Kang Y/n?"
"The dropout?"
"What's she doing here?"
"She is still pretty though."
"You can just zip it."

Y/n ignored the whispers and stares she received, striding forward without a care. "Minseong, do you see?" She moved the phone closer to her mouth, making sure she got the best angle of every activity and the people who participated.

"Haha... Childish..." She muttered softly, not going unheard by Minseong on the other end. "I want to play." Y/n flinched at those words, not giving up on the thought of him being able to.

She stepped forward, seeing a certain guy with big ears and a guy with a mustache. "He doesn't look like a highschooler." Y/n stated to Minseong, turning the camera subtly and hearing as Minseong snarkily giggled.

That's when loud music and the smell of engine smoke clouded the place, making Y/n turn to where it came from. On a truck was some DJ wannabe with his setup and speakers, loud and upbeat music playing.

Students cheered, but Y/n was only happy to see how excited and smiley Minseong was in a long time. Even if the connection wasn't very stable. "Minseong, are you enjoying yourself?" She smiled at the camera, turning it to herself.

Minseong nodded, one hand visibly clutching at his chest. Y/n's smile faltered, but she forced it back up, turning the camera around.

There was a small food stand at the side, along with some students holding a camera. "It's a photograph dept here! Snacks here!" They advertised. "We will take your polaroid!"

But Y/n turned away once more. "Sis, why don't you play anything?" Her brother started to ask, light coughs and soft heaves from him. "Well... What do you want me to try?" She muttered awkwardly, making Minseong laugh evilly.

"Turn your camera to the left, sis!" So she did. Some strange guy dodging punches?

" No way, Minseong."

" Turn to the left again!" And she did. Cotton candy hair guy giving free and terrible haircuts?

" Minseong... You're not serious, right?"

" Okay... Turn behind!" She did. Baking dept, arm wrestling... And water bomb.

" Minseong, no!"

" You're boring, sis!-" Laughter was heard behind her, making Y/n turn around and see, pointing the camera in that direction. Then, Minseong burst out laughing. Y/n smiled to, seeing some terrible models showcase terrible clothes.

" It's bad." Y/n said bluntly, ignoring the model bickering with some other three guys. On the stage appeared yet another event.

Charity date auction.

Y/n blinked twice listening to the MC speak, turning away and covering her mouth as she yawned. But Minseong seemed invested. They watched as someone was sold for $65, then another for $80.

Minseong awed, "No way." He muttered audibly, the cotton candy haired guy being sold for $500. Y/n smirked slightly, watching as a mustache guy have no bidders and a rapper wannabe be sold for 50 cents.

Then came up a guy. "Sis, do you think he is handsome?" Minseong inquired from the other end. " Haha, totally." Y/n retorted bluntly, completely sarcastic. Minseong deadpanned.

What really caught Y/n's attention though, was when two girls started fighting with money for him. Y/n grinned though, silently laughing at the reaction of the student they were bidding for.

"I have $300!"

"$1,000."

"$2000!"

$2500!"

"$5000."

Y/n's mouth was agape, though she quickly closed it and looked at Minseong through the screen. He had fallen asleep. Y/n sighed, choosing not to hang up even if he was sleeping. "My gosh, I should participate next time." Y/n mumbled.

Y/n left the place, going to the car park behind the school. She was lost in thoughts, staring at how peacefully her brother slept. " I'll hang up, Minseong." She spoke to the phone softly, pressing the bright red button on her screen and turning her phone off.

"Ah... Um. Thank you."

She heard, turning to where the voice came from. There was the girl and the boy she won. "Haha..." Y/n smirked, staying by the carpark just to listen in a little longer. Usually, she wouldn't do this and would get on with her life, but she finally has free time in a while.

The male with sunglasses frowned, not looking so happy. Perhaps he is the girl's boyfriend... Y/n assumed.

"The other girl almost won but..." The boy rubbed the back of his neck, politely smiling.

"Hey, you." The girl started, looking at him with disdain. "What is wrong with her? You think you're so hot?" Y/n scrunched the side of her nose slightly. The boy didn't even look mean to her, rather, grateful.

"Don't look down on others just because you're handsome." Y/n sighed, about to leave the commotion when she started hearing sounds that got physical.

She turned around, watching as the male with sunglasses sent a Brazilian kick to the boy. She moved forward before she had processed anything, blocking the kick on behalf of the boy and redirecting the hit from the male in sunglasses.

The male in sunglasses looked impressed, maybe even enjoying it. But his girl and the boy behind her didn't look or feel the same. "Just... Just a sec!" The girl shouted, trying to stop the commotion.

Y/n sneered, "Why tell him to stop when you started it?" She mumbled, holding an arm out in front of the boy behind her. "What's your name?" Y/n inquired.

"D-Daniel Park!" Daniel quickly spoke, making Y/n huff. "Anyways, you can just leave-"

"Hey glasses." They turned to the sound. "What do you think you're doing?" Another guy with a mustache and milk in his hand asked. "I saw everything... You punk."

Y/n clicked her tongue, now knowing that she would be involved. She placed a guiding hand on Daniel's shoulder. "You remind me of my little brother. Just leave them-"

But she blocked yet another attack from the male in sunglasses. "Are you mental?" Y/n asked hastily, the male in sunglasses not looking very enthusiastic after what she said.

"Who are you both? His friends?" Y/n didn't reply, but she could see the glimmer in Daniels eyes when the guy with a mustache agreed. "Yeah. His friend."

"Kid, who are you?" Y/n spoke, more demanding than asking. "Vasco." Vasco said, putting the milk down and rolling his shoulders back.

"So don't mess with him or you will mess with me-"
POW

Y/n eyes widened, watching as a punch landed straight into Vasco's face. "Mess with you? Don't mind if I do." But just as the male in sunglasses pulled his arm back, a kick ended up in front of his eyes, blocking the kick with his forearms just in time.

"You look like an adult... Why are you bullying kids?" Y/n clicked her tongue, glancing at Vasco to see he wasn't fazed. The guy in sunglasses grinned, sarcastically giving a short chuckle.

The male in sunglasses removed his glasses. 'Yamazaki.' Was the first thought that came to Y/n's mind. "This school is really fun." The guy spoke with a glint of evil in his eyes.

"Wait!" The girl grabbed his arm. "He didn't lay a finger on me! Shall I tell him you have been fighting again?!" The Yamazaki frowned, glaring down at her.

" Shall I ask him to send you back to your original place? If you go back, Goo will really like that!" The girl quickly interrupted, stopping things from going any further.

The guy in sunglasses put his sunglasses back on, "I lost my reason. Since I haven't fought for ages..." The Yamazaki guy glanced at Vasco, " You can put your arms down now."

The guy in sunglasses turned to Daniel, but without any words, glanced at Y/n. "I gotta tone it down now. I have to take the GED test." Y/n giggled.

"You're just a mere teenager, yet you're bullying those weaker than you?" She spoke sarcastically, crossing her arms and tilting her head. The guy in sunglasses tucked his hands in his pocket, visibly irritated but not planning to fight again.

The girl said a few words about the bid money before going quiet and looking emphatically at Daniel. "Oh and... Sorry that he kicked you." She gave an apologetic, more sorry look before leaving in a car.

Daniel looked stumped and confused. " Just get your man and leave the place." Y/n sighed, not liking how her for judging others without thinking. The girl looked a little displeased by her words, but she was silent.

Y/n turned to the teenagers behind her, watching as Vasco fell to the floor with a thud. She stared at them as they conversed, Daniel looking worried but thankful.

"Uhm." Daniel awkwardly turned to her. "Thank you..." He bowed. Y/n smiled back, "You both did good." She didn't explain more and left, leaving Vasco and Daniel.

"... She's cool. She is a good person." Vasco stated straightforwardly to Daniel, receiving a smile from Daniel. "Yeah."

bonus: Y/n went back to see Minseong at the hospital.