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"I never imagined to see you here, actually."
Sucking up his uneven breath, Yoongi smiled at the statement softly, identifying the curiosity in her voice. He rolled up his shirt's sleeves and responded,
"I did imagine to see you though, Mrs. Choe."
The grey haired lady looked at him with her auburn orbs, a bit surprised, "You did?"
"An intern told me days before." Yoongi's eyes traveled away to the light drizzle outside the bus station, drops of silver rain painting the grass in bright emerald, "When I went to the ICU to check Eunjung's attendants."
Little Eunji was sitting beside him on the bench with her tiny fists held between his. The girl's head was downcast; gaze still and full of misery. His heart only broke into pieces again; in an age when she should had been smiling in joy at school and playground, running around the house with teddy bears clutched in her arms and drawing beautiful sceneries of her dreams on the papers for hours, restlessly - she was here, watching ripples of water flooding the drains with only one emotion masking her glossy eyes - hurt.
He did not dare to console them, knowing that would be a really foolish act. The family had gone and still going through the most horrifying times one could ever think of; he himself knew that all to well.
It is obvious.
Sighing, Yoongi turned to her mother and spoke quietly,
"I never saw Mr. Choe, actually. Where is he, if you are comfortable to tell?"
