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book one ❧ [xi]

You were putting leftovers from dinner away some nights later as Hyesoo dispensed your mom's medications for the upcoming week. You knew your worry was written all over your face. Your mom had been having so many good days—so many lucid days—lately, but today was bad. She asked you why you weren't at school multiple times, refused to eat, and had another fit over the house being haunted. You were putting her plate of food away right now, entirely untouched.

"It was stupid," you sighed. "For me to think she was getting better. I know her diagnosis—she's only going to get worse."

"There will be ups and downs, Y/N," the aide reminded you gently. "The important thing is to not blame yourself for any of it."

You sighed. "You're right. Thanks, Hyesoo."

"You don't have work to do after this, do you?"

"A little bit. You're staying the night, right?"

"Yes, I am."

"Good, good."

"You know, I've been doing this for a while, dear," she said kindly, shaking out a few pills. "And while I don't know everything, I do know you can't run yourself into the ground trying to take care of them. Or else there will be nothing left of you, and then how will you take care of her?"

"I know, it was hard to focus on work today, that's all."

"I mean—I've been with you all for some time now, and when was the last time you hung out with your own friends? Or went on a date? You're a beautiful young lady, you're doing the world a disservice staying cooped up in here all the time."

You laughed and shook your head. "Really—"

"I'm being serious! Just think about it, dear. I promise, taking some time to keep living your life now won't be the end of the world. This way, you'll have a support system when you need it."

You nodded in understanding, putting the leftovers away with robotic movements as your brain continued turning over her words.

Just about a week after that conversation with Hyesoo and you were fixing your hair in the mirror when a gentle knock came at your bedroom door. You called out to the person as you continued messing with your hair. "Come in!"

Jisung phased through your door. "Dinner's ready, are you—"

He stopped his words as he seemed to take in what you were wearing, tilting his head with a curious frown. "You got changed?"

"I'm going out for dinner," you told him, leaning over to focus on putting your earrings in.

"Out? Like, a work thing?"

"No, I've got a date."

"What? With who?" He sputtered, then collected himself a little. "I mean—This is the first I've heard of it. How did you meet them?"

"His name's Dongmin. I met him at the wedding last week."

"Wait, don't tell me he's the best man you were talking about?"

"He gave me his number." You shrugged. "So?"

"I thought you didn't even like him?"

"What does it matter to you?" You crossed your arms.

"What do you—? Of course I care if you're going on a date with some creepy guy who you don't like." Jisung ran a hand through his hair.