Wonsung's pov
i was at the hospital rooftop, it had been 4 days in a row. yeah. i still wait for them to kick me out of their hospital someday because i'm really annoying to be here.. i wonder why they dont yet. maybe mom did something. however... i forgot to bring my phone again. i should focus on my life and move on.. that's something she would want me to do, moving on without her.
jiyeong.. i miss you dearly. only if i moved.. only if you didnt say anything to me and waited for just.. 5 seconds. your words made me numb, numb enough to not move at all. i walked over the railing and looked down once again. it was too high. i couldnt see your body at all. only a dint of guilt remained within me. you would tell me it wasnt my fault yet i cant help blaming myself every fucking day for not doing anything. so what if you were gonna die anyway..? heh.. guess you didnt wanna see my loser ass cry over you, huh?
i zoned out again as i looked down, leaning over a little. i would jump but.. i terribly fear my mom being in a condition figuring out what went wrong while treating me. the gentle breeze hit me as i started to feel oddly cold.
"dont jump bro," i heard a voice as i flinched. it was too sudden- i looked back and saw a guy with a huge jacket. "youve been staring for too long." he added as he approached. "no.. i zoned out, thank you" i replied hesitantly.
"well," he shrugged and chuckled. "glad to hear you're not willing to do stuff like that. im no one to know what happened but yea, you're strong to deal with shit." he sighed and looked at the cloudy sky. what a weird dude.. i frowned at him. he looked back at me.
"my bad- made you uncomfy? i was just passing by and saw you," he said, scratching the back of his head. "yeah.. thats totally not creepy.. who even are you?" i asked directly.
"people call me gyeol.. you can call me that too,"
"alright. i guess.. but your name doesnt really help.." i said as he sighed. "well.. yea, right. i came here for a reason. however, you dont really seem in a mood to have a chat so.. i guess i shouldnt push you or something," he replied. i almost thought it was one of those people who attacked hyung. but he rather seemed friendly. heh.. i wonder what he had to say.
"it's fine actually, i... am just wasting my time here being alone, nothing really else. so yea.. if some important stuff is going on then sure." i said with a small smile as he raised his eyebrows at me. "you're.. lowkey interesting. what's your name?"
"wonsung," i said. "hm.. you know, i'm actually one of seungho's friends," he started. i saw that coming, lowkey. but why was his friend even having a chat with me? it looked weird. "so like.. i happened to pass by and see the fight the other day. you lowkey invaded in with some funny mask lmao, well however, you're really good at fighting. seungho's such a loser, lol." he laughed. "you might ask how i saw your face.. well, i lowkey waited outside for you to leave the apartment and saw ya," he answered the question i had in my mind.
"yeah.. thanks. but i still dont get why you're.. chatting with me." i really wasnt in a mood to be friendly.
"come on.. okay, getting to the point. why did u protect him?" he asked. "because.. they were attacking him and he wasnt doing anything? obvious enough,"
"did he tell you why they attacked him? like.. the reason?" he asked. i shook my head. i didnt bother to ask him. "soooo like.. you trust bro alot. hm.. its dangerous."
"cut the crap dude.. why would u say that?" i asked, being annoyed. "oh you dont know him at all believe me," he stretched his arms. "for now tho, im just gonna say dont trust him with everything.. y'know. even for me sometimes its hard to trust people like seungho."
