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8

Hyunjin's P.O.V:

Fuck.

How unfortunate i am to still wake up.

I really thought i will die in my dream as I'm already having a nightmare there.

I remember someone wearing black and is covered overall, its face is hidden by a mask like that mask from the movie Scream and it was chasing me, a knife was in their hand and ready to attack me. I didn't even move anymore and just let them murder the shit out of me.

But it didn't happen.

Why?

Oh God, this is frustrating to tell.

It's just.....that annoying little bastard named Yongbok pulled me up from the ground and let me run together with him to escape the killer. Running away towards....the light.

And the last thing i know, I'm awake.

I groaned and punched the pillow beside me, completely bummed and frustrated. After I'm contented hitting the poor thing, i took my phone out and just randomly scrolled and swiped to wherever my fingers brought me. Nothing entertains me too much, but at least memes from TikTok fulfilled that little happiness in me. When i got bored, i exited the app and sat up on the bed, staring at nothing and thinking if i should do a thing or not.

Just house chores, probably.

Groaning, i got up from the bed and went out of my room, heading to the kitchen to fetch myself water to drink. As i reached the place, the image of plates filled with scrambled eggs and pancakes and bowl of cereal under a glass food cover welcomed me. I looked at them and they didn't look as fresh as they probably have earlier. Well, I've slept on it for quite few hours so that explains. I pulled the cover up and looked at the foods, contemplating if i should or not eat them. I don't really feel hungry at all, to be honest so i don't know if i should take even just a spoon of it in my mouth. For sure my throat will just close itself from accepting these.

"Hyunjin, I've finished making your breakfast. I'll just left them in the kitchen. Please...eat them."

His words echoed in my ears while my eyes are still on the table, persuading me to take it already.

"I really have no appetite at all. I told you Yongbok, you shouldn't have made an effort." I placed the cover back and left the foods untouched and get me back to the fridge to pull out a glass of water. I gulped it down and put the glass back to the fridge and pushed the door close. Deciding to start my house chores, i went to the cleaning closet and pulled out broom and feather duster.

Yes, i know that exhausting myself is bad for my health and is not recommendable especially for someone like me who's going through a cancer, not to mention in lungs where you're affected mostly when tired. But honestly, i give no damn shit. Why?

It pulls me closer to death. And that's my goal.

I started sweeping the floor. Yes, every corners because why not? After i finished my business with the floor, i took time on walls and furniture and other objects i have that is now covered with dust. My nose scrunched up as some dirty particles tried to get in my nose. It's been an hour of me cleaning and I'm already heaving like i ran for a marathon. I sprinted to the kitchen and get myself glasses of water. After a few drops of coughs and splash of dizziness, i went back to cleaning and thinking to start doing the laundry. I went to my bathroom and picked up all my dirty stuff. I readied the washing machine and poured the needed amount of water and detergent powder in there.

Then of course, i separated the white stuffs from the colored ones because only Satan does if they didn't separate the two while doing laundry.

I was about to put my clothes in it until a thought popped in my head, pausing my hands.