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ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ ᴬᵈᵘˡᵗ | ᴿᵒᵐᵃⁿᶜᵉ | ᴰʳᵃᵐᵃ
In the ominous atmosphere of the Moonlit Residence, adolescents without parental love are confronted with their deepest fears. Yeonjun, abandoned by his mother, steps through the gates of this mysterious...
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Tock, tock ...
Tock, tock ...
Yeonjun's heart was still racing painfully fast, as if he had just completed a marathon.
His breathing was also irregular, rapid, and unstoppable. Ever since he had seen his mother in that hallway, he had not known how to breathe calmly. The memory of it still brought tears to the corners of his eyes, for it hurt so much that he had seen her leave the building without another word. That his mother had looked at him with that blank look, leaving her own son on the floor.
Did she not want to take care of him anymore?
Didn't she care?
She doesn't want me with her.
Yeonjun's dark eyes began to burn, so hard did he try to hold back the tears. He felt ashamed of the performance earlier. He felt as if all eyes were on him, people were mocking him and laughing at him.
People were just wondering who had hurt this boy so much. What he had done to make his mother just leave him here. Without turning to him one last time or saying goodbye.
They wondered what had happened and why he had to suffer this blow of fate. Because everyone who had witnessed this scene understood his suffering and how he felt, because those present had been in a similar situation at some point. They had experienced different suffering and they were here to get rid of that pain. To fight it so that they could feel better again. This path was difficult and, above all, one had to be convinced of wanting to change it.
But Choi Yeonjun was not at that stage yet.
He wondered incessantly why his mother had abandoned him, and even as the young, kind doctor lifted his knee, he felt not only the pain in his leg, but also the pain in his heart.
"Does it hurt here?" asked the warm, sweet voice of the dark-haired woman. Her face looked so young and fresh, although she was at least ten years older than the young man lying on that light blue couch. The woman did not get an answer, but he had not spoken to anyone during his stay, only remained silent and did not give her a glance. Biting her lip, the doctor continued, feeling along his right leg with light pressure, stopping at the ankle when the blue-haired man cried out in pain. Now she had probably found the spot that made his whole leg hurt and she was relieved that he gave any reaction at all. "So I guess it does hurt here," she smiled to herself and when Yeonjun finally looked at her, his eyes fell on the name tag on her chest.
Park Shinhye was her name and sounded as melodic as her voice.
But that didn't make him soften, as he sniffled once briefly and averted his eyes again. He observed the many screens; the buttons that just cried out to be pressed; the many books on the shelves and lights on the ceiling. Even though this place was for doctors, it didn't carry that impersonal coldness like other halls. For there were fresh flowers on the dark, wooden table, painted pictures of children hung on the walls, and Dr. Park's smile was also cheering.
