Dorm 222 | DOWOO

3:09 am

Couple hours had passed when Doyoung left my dorm. I was making my way to his house. I sent him messages to come outside soon but he hadn't seen them yet.

The excitement I got everytime when I was with the raven haired boy was like an adrenaline rush. He made me feel so much at the same time. Nothing else matters to me when he's next to me. When Kim Doyoung is next to me.

I reached his house and called him to come outside. He didn't answer.

I called again and again, not to even mention the spam messages I sent. No answer.

I knocked on his door, waiting for him or his mom to open it.

I knocked again, and again. No one came to open it. I started to worry.

For a second I thought if I should go inside. Isn't that illegal?

After thinking, I decided to go in. Just in case something had happened.

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I opened the door. It was silent. The unpleasant smell of strong alcohol and cigarettes came right into my nose.

I walked to the kitchen, no one. Where on earth are they?

I moved to the living room. When I saw everything, it felt like I couldn't breathe.

"Doyoung! Doyoung, please, stay awake! I'm sorry I took so long, just stay awake for a little longer." I instantly ran to the boy who was lying on the ground with a bleeding scar on his head. He was barely awake and was hyperventilating.

With my shaky hands and trembling voice, I called help while holding the boy and shredding tears. I don't remember ever feeling so shocked and scared in my life.

While waiting for the ambulance, I tried to keep Doyoung awake and tell him it would be okay while constantly apologizing for not coming sooner. I looked around the room. I also spotted his mom passed out on the ground, a bloody bottle next to her. I can't even imagine the things she has done. It made me feel sick.

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The ambulance took Doyoung and his mom to the hospital. I went with the boy. He was still somehow conscious. The bleeding had mostly stopped.

With tears in my eyes, I held his hand through the whole ride to the hospital. It felt so bad my breathing was getting heavier and heavier. The weight I had on my chest felt like a thousand rocks were stacked up there.

While Doyoung was in the operating room, I was sitting on a bench in the hallway. I tried to calm myself down but I couldn't. Not when I didn't know anything that was happening to the one I loved.

Hours passed while the doctors ran him through all the exams. They didn't tell me anything. I was getting so stressed out.

What if he wouldn't be fine? What if it is something serious?

It would be all my fault.

I would never forgive myself.

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Four hours passed. It was already 11 pm. I hadn't eaten anything, I was so scared and confused I couldn't do anything but sit or walk around in a circle.

Finally a doctor stepped out of the operating room. This time he started walking towards me. Finally.

"Are you Kim Doyoung's relative? Friend? Boyfriend?" The doctor asked as soon as she reached me. I just nodded, not saying which one it was.

"He will be fine but it will take some time to heal. There's no major injury, but he did hit his head pretty hard as well as he got a deep scar on his head. We removed every glass piece there was and sewed up the wound. We will now move him to the recovery room and wait until he wakes up. He can go home tomorrow if he has woken up." She explained everything. I could finally breathe again.

Everything would be fine.

I rushed to the recovery room to find the boy I had been worrying for for the last five hours. I hadn't eaten or had any rest at all, but it didn't matter. The most important thing was that Doyoung was alright.

I found the boy who was currently sleeping. I felt so bad for him. No one should ever go through something like that. The healed scars on his arms still made me feel better. He hadn't touched a single blade for a long time, you could see that.

Now I just sat down and waited for him to wake up. It didn't matter how long it would take, I will not be leaving his side.

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3 am. The boy was still asleep in the hospital with all kinds of tubes mortgaged to him. I was really tired but I promised I wouldn't leave until he wakes up. Some nice nurse even brought me food as she knew I had been waiting for a long time.

"You must really care for him, but don't remember to take care of yourself too." That's what she had said. It was true. I really cared for him.

I really loved him, more than myself.

I could barely keep my eyes open anymore. For eight hours, I had waited for him to wake up.

Then it finally happened.

Doyoung finally started to open his eyes. I instantly jumped up and went straight to him.

"Jungwoo?" The boy's eyes widened when he realized where he was. He took a minute or two to wander around a bit.

"Finally you're awake. I was so worried" I gently pet his head. He smiled a bit.

"Why am I here again?" He asked, confused and sat up. I sat next to him and grabbed his hands into mine. I thought about it for a moment, what I should tell him.

Suddenly, his eyes got watery. He probably remembered now.

"It's okay. It's going to be alright." I said silently as he hugged me and started sobbing.

I felt so relieved. I felt happy now that he was right next to me again. That I could hug him like this and comfort him. That I could just be with him.