Tae Shin is a simple boy with simple dreams, who likes to hide his half-forgotten past into the shadows of his low self-esteem. Kim JaeHwan is a sole heir to a gigantic multi-billion conglomerate, who likes to reminisce the ghosts of his happy child...
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"So you see here," a middle aged doctor pointed to x-rays on the computer screen, "your son has a crack in his skull. It's a temporal fracture."
"Will he be able to hear again?" SeGye clutched the fabric of her pants. She glanced back and forth at her husband and the doctor, eyes wide and red. She had received a call from the school in the midst of a meeting, and had rushed all the way to the hospital, desperately trying to reach her husband's cell in time as well.
"It's highly probable he'll be able to hear again," the doctor folded his arms under the table, "but I advise a lot of rest. And please," the man sighed, "before you meet him, don't look scared. He might be the most tense of you all."
"Right," SeGye asked, "how long does he have to stay here?"
"Two days, for now. Any one of you can stay with him. After that, he can go home, but make sure he lays his head down to the level of heart and keeps sleeping for almost a week before turning back to daily life."
The doctor didn't seem to be as scared as JaeHwan's mother was, and it ticked her off. Maybe because the doctor knew about the boy lying in the room next to JaeHwan, with broken ribs and a severely broken ankle, courtesy of JaeHwan.
"Thank you," SeGye said and walked out of the room. Her husband walked alongside her, his hand just barely brushing her fingers when she stopped outside JaeHwan's room and watched her son read a magazine, head propped up on the pillows. His temple was wrapped in bandages, but other than that his skin was still the healthy shade of bronze tan.
"He doesn't look tense at all," said DanTae.
"Gods that child," she said aloud, "Why is he like that? What happened to him? Was he possessed all of a sudden or what? That idiot," she pushed the door open and stormed in, her heart breaking a little when JaeHwan didn't look up from the magazine. "It's really worthless to scold him," she turned to DanTae, "because he can't even hear what am I saying!"
"Honestly, I would also prefer going deaf rather than have my mother scold me," said DanTae. "Mine yelled at me a lot."
"But you listen to me all the time."
Their son was lying on his multifunctional hospital bed in a hospital gown, not even sparing them a glance. He already had a stack of books on the bedside table, along with a notebook and pen.
"Yes, there's a difference if you didn't notice." DanTae smiled.
SeGye slapped her arm to her forehead and groaned, "I do not know whether to feel angry or sad... this is just..." she walked to her son and sat down on the bed beside him. "Hwan-ah, son, does it hurt?"
JaeHwan lowered his magazine and stared at his mother, blinked a few times, then grabbed the notebook and pen. In big letters, he wrote, Where is Shin?
