Hana patted her chest and looked into the mirror. She was pale after inhaling and her lungs were hurting a bit. But after taking her medicine the lass felt much better. She tightened her ponytail and left the girls washroom when she bumped into the fancy looking Park Chanmi, whose blonde hair was casually draped over the left side of her face, leaving a mysterious look to it.

Hana bowed, after bumping into the captain of the female soccer team before walking away with a sour expression on her face. She was still mad with Park Chanmi for simply saying „No" to her without even knowing if Hana would be able to play soccer or not.

Hana was almost around the corner when she heard Chanmi call her. She turned around and saw the same girl she was just cursing in her mind running over to her. Chanmi wiped her hair out of her face and blew up her cheeks.

„I did some research." The soccer player stated and Hana cocked her eyebrows, looking at Chanmi confused. Chanmi sighed when she saw Hana's face showing pure disbelief. „I am not as stupid as I look like, Hana Coghlan!" Chanmi pouted and Hana waved her hands in front of her face. „I never called you stupid." Hana, now pouted and Chanmi rolled her eyes. „Anyways", the blonde lass tried again. „David Beckham has asthma," Chanmi said and crossed her arms over her chest. Hana cocked her eyebrow once again. „I know that, Park Chanmi. This isn't the first time I am talking about soccer-"

„Listen!" Chanmi interrupted Hana once again, slowly getting tired of her stubborn classmate. „I thought a lot about it and even spoke with my Oppa if we should let you join the practice, just to see how good you are. I mean you were so stubborn at first so why should I ruin your chance?" Chanmi asked and Hana beamed a smile at her before excitedly falling into the other girls arms. „Thank you so so so much, Park Chanmi! I swear to god you won't regret it!" Hana smiled and started to run to her locker to get her soccer clothes she had kept in there ever since she first talked about soccer with Park Chanmi.

The other girls on the team greeted Hana with a lovely smile once the seventeen-year-old lass entered the soccer field wearing her Ireland jersey and white soccer shorts. Her light brown hair was in a tight ponytail and her cheeks were pink, due to the excitement as she introduced herself to the other team members.

„This is Hana Coghlan", Chanmi introduced the Irish lass, „she will join our practice now so I can see if she fits our team as it was my fault she couldn't join the open practice. I hope everyone is okay with this." Chanmi told the team that was excitedly nodding.

The practice started with warm-ups and Hana was happy she inhaled once more before joining the practice, as she felt her breathing hitch at some points. After warming themselves up, the girls split up into two teams and Chanmi asked Hana what position she usually played, being surprised that Hana was a simple right midfielder.

Chanmi, of course, lets Hana play in the right Middlefield and immediately saw that Hana was indeed talented in playing soccer. Hana, on the other hand, tried to hide the pain that was slowly building up in her lungs. She felt herself running slower, but kept going. Hana couldn't give up this opportunity. She took a deep, yet hurtful, breath and continued running along with the other team members.

After the practice, everyone cheered for Hana as she did exceptionally well, while she excused herself to find her bag. Frantically she searched for her inhaler - Chanmi's eyes on her. She inhaled her medicine and sighed afterward. Chanmi patted her shoulder. „Are you okay?" The team leader asked and Hana put on a weak smile. „It's okay. Thank you for letting me join the practice." Hana wheezed and Chanmi could hear how Hana pressed out these very words. Another wave of guilt washed over the blonde lass. „Are you sure your fine-„ Chanmi started but Hana nodded furiously and bowed, apologizing before leaving the soccer field.

When Hana reached the closest girls washroom, she sat down on the cold floor and grasped the fabric of her jersey. Her lungs hurt, but she enjoyed running and playing soccer. Hana tried to hold in the tears that were building up, all of a sudden, but a sob left her mouth and the tears immediately started rolling down her round cheeks. Hana realized she couldn't play soccer. Yet she forced herself to do it because she loved it.

Her heart hurt, while she washed her face and drove home, quietly and without looking for Soonbok to tell her the news. Hana was tired and sad. And it didn't help that she hadn't heard of any colleges yet.

This evening, Hana's parents took Hyojin on a trip to Busan and Hoseok had a date with Dr. Song which meant that Hana was alone at home. After eating a pack of Ramyeon and watching a new episode of a Drama she liked she sat down and studied a bit for the final exam.

It was already past midnight when Hana went to bed. She laid down and cuddled into one of her plushies when a sudden pain went through her chest. The young girl widened her eyes and grabbed her pajama top. „N-Not again", she wheezed and held onto the fabric, looking for her inhaler, frantically.

She usually had it on her nightstand but it wasn't there and Hana felt herself panicking. She was alone at home and she couldn't find her inhaler.

The girl quickly stumbled out of her bedroom, bumping against the frame of her door and into the living room, where she saw her inhaler on the table next to her books. She walked towards her when her breathing hitched and she felt even more hurt. She gasped and felt herself fall down on her knees. „No, no, no, no", she whispered and immediately tried to grab the telephone that was on a table next to her. She typed in the number of the ambulance and managed to wheeze out her address and what had happened before she felt herself lose consciousness once again.

„That was a lovely evening, Noona." Hoseok smiled and wrapped his arm around his girlfriend Miyeong who simply smiled. „I haven't been out like that in a long time." The doctor announced and cuddled into her boyfriend. Hoseok laughed when the buzzing of this cell phone interrupted the loving moment.

He took it out of his pants and looked at the number confused. Miyeong leaned over the phone as well and looked at the number. „That's the hospital", Miyeong started before looking at Hoseok. „Where's Hana?!" The doctor then said, while Hoseok accepted the call and heard that his sister had passed out due to another heavy asthma attack.