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Dreams- The cranberries ♬♪

Yuna's alarm blared at 5:30 AM, pulling her from a restless sleep. She groaned softly, reaching to silence the noise. Her body ached from the fatigue that seemed to cling to her bones these days. She sat up slowly, taking a moment to steady herself before standing. The nausea was manageable today, a small blessing.

As she opened the door, she found a note from her neighbor, a cute old lady,  Hana. "Made some extra breakfast. Have a good day! :)"

Yuna smiled, appreciating Hana's unknowing support. She ate the toast and eggs left for her, feeling the warmth of friendship bolster her spirits.

The hospital was already bustling when Yuna arrived. She donned her scrubs and checked the patient list for the day. As a nurse in the oncology ward, she was all too familiar with the struggle against cancer. Today, she would have to put her own fears aside to support her patients.

"Morning, Yuna," Dr. Kim greeted her as she walked by.

"Morning, Dr. Kim," she replied with a professional smile, hiding the fatigue in her voice.

Her first patient, Mr. Lee, was a regular. He had been undergoing treatment for months and always had a smile for Yuna.

"Good morning, Mr. Lee. How are we feeling today?" she asked, checking his vitals.

"Good morning, Yuna. Better, I think. Or maybe I'm just getting used to it."

Yuna smiled. "That's the spirit. Let's get you set up for your treatment."

She moved through her tasks methodically, drawing on years of training and experience. As she worked, she felt a sharp pain in her side but hid it behind a composed facade. Her patients needed her strength, and she would give it to them.

During her lunch break, Yuna sat alone in the staff room, picking at a salad. She pulled out her phone and checked her messages. 

But there were none, she didn't have any friends, but she never complained, or maybe she didn't want to. Life was better in solitude, or so she thought.

Her phone buzzed with a message from her aunt, whom occasionally called her, maybe it was because of the guilt eating her up.

"How are you feeling today, dear? Call me when you can."

Yuna typed a quick reply. "I'm fine, auntie. Busy day. I'll call you later. Love you."

By the time her shift ended, Yuna was exhausted. She changed out of her scrubs and headed for the exit. The evening air was cool and refreshing as she stepped outside. She walked slowly to the bus stop, feeling every step in her weary body.

On the bus ride home, she stared out the window, lost in thought. The city lights blurred as she let her mind wander. How many times had she sat here, watching the world pass by, feeling both connected and utterly alone? The streets were filled with people going about their lives, oblivious to the battles fought behind closed doors.

Life was a series of fleeting moments, some filled with joy and others with sorrow. Yuna had seen it all in her work—births, deaths, moments of sheer resilience, and instances of heartbreaking defeat. 

She thought of her own life, the dreams she had once harbored and the reality she now faced. It was easy to feel overwhelmed, to let the darkness creep in.

But there were still moments of light. She thought about Mr. Lee's smile and her patients' determination. These were the things that kept her going, that reminded her why she fought so hard every day.

 The world outside the bus window was vast and unpredictable, but it was also beautiful in its chaos.

Yuna took a deep breath, her reflection in the window merging with the passing lights. She would keep moving forward, one step at a time. 

There was still so much to see, so much to do. Her bucket list was a testament to that—a reminder that life, no matter how fragile, was worth living to the fullest.

With a resolve to face another day, she leaned back in her seat, letting the gentle hum of the bus soothe her weary mind. She had a long journey ahead, but she was ready to embrace it, whatever it might bring.

At home, she fumbled for her keys and opened the door to her dark apartment. She had forgotten to pay the electricity bill again. With a sigh, she dropped her bag by the door and felt her way to the kitchen.

She opened a cupboard and took out a packet of instant noodles. As she waited for the water to boil, she leaned against the counter, her thoughts drifting to the mysterious man she had met one night.

He had been so cold and distant, yet there was something about him that intrigued her. She remembered the way his eyes had softened for a moment when she had tended to his injuries. She wondered how he was doing now, whether he had healed.

Her noodles were ready. She took the bowl to the small table by the window and sat down, eating in the dim light from the streetlamp outside. The noodles were bland, but she barely noticed. Her mind was still on the businessman.

"Why am I thinking about him?" she muttered to herself. "I don't even know his name."

Yet she couldn't shake the feeling that their paths would cross again. She hoped they would. There was something about him that made her want to know more, to see beyond the cold exterior.

As she finished her meal, Yuna's thoughts turned to her bucket list. So many dreams left unfulfilled. She vowed to start checking them off, one by one. It was the only way she could fight back against the disease trying to take her life.

With that resolve, she washed her bowl and went to bed, the darkness of her apartment matching the weight on her heart. She lay in bed, thinking of the man with the softening eyes, and hoped tomorrow would bring a bit of relief. She closed her eyes, ready to face another day.

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Many of you told me she got close with sunghoon too fast so i decided to write smth b4 their second meeting.