The YG Entertainment.

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BOM's POV

"I've mentioned kanina na hindi ako Korean pero half Korean ang pagpapakilala ko. This is how the story goes, yeah okay let's admit na may dugong Koreano ako. Mom is Korean. But since I hate my Mom, I hate being Korean. Yung namatay na tatay ko ngayon, he's just my step dad. I hate it. Mas pinapanigan nya yung lalaking yun than believing her own son. It hurts here." sabay turo sa heart nya. "And here." turo sa brain nya. "When people became so depressed, it's not just the pain in the heart that makes them do unusual thing. Yung sakit na nararamdaman ng puso mo umaakyat sa utak mo. Hanggang sa dumating ka sa point na mababaliw ka nalang." and as I was expecting, there, he cried. "Here." then pakita nya ng wrist nya. "I am not here for medication. Pumayag ako na dalhin nya dito para malayo sa kanya. Parang di ko sya nanay eh!"

"James! Stop doing such things like that!! Joo goo lae?!" sigaw ko.

"All I want is to hear a sorry from her. All I want is to be treated like a son, not a beggar. All I want is mom." mama's boy. Haha! Kidding.

I hugged him, "Gwaenchanha, James-sii. Mahal ka ng nanay mo! Tandaan mo yan. Maybe she's suffering a broken heart syndrome kaya n'ya nasasabi yun. Siguro pinapalagan mo. You both need each other. She needs you because of her second husband's death. You need her for care and attention." inexplain ko para mas maintindihan nya.

He pinched my cheek then released his self from the hug, "Kamsahamnida!"

I smiled, "Mashakit. Gwaenchanha! That's my job here." sabi ko then tumayo, "See you later, then."

"Oh, ne! Gaseyo."

Pumunta ako sa receptionist para kunin yung number ng nanay ni James.

"Excuse me. I need the contact number for James Jang's mother." sabi ko then she started searching.

"Here." then binigay nya saken.

I dialled it, it rang 3 times before she picks up.

"Yeoboseyo?"

"Hi, I am Dr. Park. James' doctor. I need for an appointment today."

"Eonjae?"

"At the hospital's lobby. I'll be waiting. Bye." then I hung up.

Nagpunta na'ko sa lobby para hintayin sya.

Dang, it took me about half an hour to wait before she arrive.

"Sorry I'm late." panimula nya.

Deep inside sinasaksak na kita, BWAHAHAHA. "Have you already talked to him?" tanong ko.

She rolled eyes, "No need."

"Do you still have a care for your SON?! Even just a little." I asked. She stopped for a while then slapped me.

Inhale.

Bom. Doctor ka. Psychologist ka. Patience.

"Ma'am. She needs you. I have nothing to say anymore but SHE NEEDS YOU." malumanay kong sabi.

"Who are you to judge me?"

"Agassi, I'm not judging you---" pak, second slap, she's getting into my nerves.. I slapped her back. "Are you that selfish kind of Mom, huh? You're mad because he's a rebellious son? Did you ask him why? Now you're ashame because your son has a mental problem? Actually he's not really suffering a mental problem. He's just DEPRESSED, just that. He allows you to send him here to get away from you, not be cured. Do you know how dangerous it is? Those medicines that injected inside of his body, which are not really needed, are still enjected. Why? Because he don't want to be with you! He's sacrificing himself just to avoid you. He's hoping that someday you will care but no. Your attention was on your past second husband. All he needs was your attention. And care.. And the love of a mother. Not the love of a girlfriend, sister or brother nor a father, but a mother. He only have you. And you only have him. In other words, you only have each other in this world. I am the one begging you to.. Treat him like your son." as I said thoss, she burst out crying.