Yongsun's POV
Yesterday, I was out of myself as I think of that article, the accident, and our mother's death. I was spacing out every minute and if I would be honest, I don't know what to do. I don't know if I should tell moonbyul about the thing I've discover or just buried it in myself till God knows how long.
But my conscience is deeply killing me inside. It was telling me to fix things right and do what should be the right thing to do. To tell moonbyul about my mother...
To tell her that my mother was the reason for her mother's death.
I couldn't concentrate that I don't have any choice but to tell her I was feeling a little sick so she will send me home. Of course, byulie was worried about how I act but I did my best to hide the truth so she wouldn't notice I was just faking what I feel. Partly, I was really sick that time but not because of fever or cold, it was because of the information I've known.
"Dunnie?" Byulie softly knocks at the door in the other side while I was just staring in that direction for a whole minute.
Should I let her in? Because every time I took a glimpse of her.. I feel guilty.
I know what happened was just an accident but I can't help to think that because of my mother, she have lost the only woman she have loved before. I can feel and see byulie loves her mother so much. She even blame herself for her mother's death which is not her fault. And it isn't my mother's fault also, the car is malfunctioning that time and the break isn't working well. That's what my father told me before.
Speaking of my father, I needed to talk to him.
"Come in.." Even if I don't want her to see me, still I don't want her to speculate why am I avoiding her.
Moonbyul peek her head inside and when she looks at me, a smile instantly forms on her plump lips. I've been sleeping this whole day just so she can't bother me while I think about what possible things I could do.
"Are you feeling alright now?"
"I am, and you're home early." I responded as I look at the bedside clock. It's 7 pm but she's already here. She mostly got home at 9, that's why I wonder why she's home early.
Moonbyul fully enters my room and I instinctively scooted in the other side of the bed to give her a little space to sit beside me. Her scent lingered in the air that made me close my eyes just to inhale all of those. I really like her smell... it's quite addictive if I may say.
"Yeah, I don't want you to be alone, it makes me worry thinking what happened to you. You sure you don't want the doctor to check on--"
"I'm okay, byulie. I promise." I cut off to reassure her everything is just fine.
Even if byulie is still in doubt, she sighed deeply and gave me a small nod. The worry in her eyes is evident and it's making me feel bad because honestly, I am not sick. I just don't want to go to work and this is the only way I could do so she'll let me rest.
I mean.. if I will say I don't want to go to work I know byulie will let me even if I'm feeling alright. But I don't want her to think I'm using my advantage against her. I don't want her to think of any idea like I am starting to be lazy or whatsoever.
"Alright. So, have you eaten your dinner?" She asks and gave me a kiss on my forehead.
I miss feeling that small kiss. Sometimes byulie will take overtime at the company while me, I went home first to check on yonghee. There are times I will wait for her but because I'm exhausted myself, I fall asleep easily the moment I lay down on bed. I didn't know if she's still doing her sweet gestures every night she got home or I just don't feel it since I'm sleeping.
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