The monotonous beeping of a machine echoes throughout the otherwise quiet room.
I close the door softly behind me and walk with dreadful steps forward. I gaze at the hospital bed and sees Woohyun tied down on the bed with a good amount of hoses and wires connected to a machine. I reach out to him and caress his pale face, brushing his familiar brown fringe away.
My throat clenches and my eyes burn from the unshed tears I have been suppressing since the accident. I bite my lip as my emotions threaten to drown me in an angry swirl.
I hate him.
The doctor's grim expression and hopeless shake of the head flash inside my head like a broken record on the repeat. His words aren't any better as he left me to make the hardest decision in my life.
And this is all Woohyun's fault.
As if mocking my misery, his lifeless expression reflects the same warmth that had drawn me to him several years ago. The warmth that has always been my comfort and refuge.
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I watch as my parents climb the stage with a look full of pride as my brother, Kim Jongin, received numerous awards as he graduated from law school. Jongin's smile is stretched from ear to ear, basking in the attention that is directed to him.
The perfect son.
My lips split in a bitter smirk and run my fingers through my flaming red- dyed hair. I turn my back from the ceremony as Jongin drones out his speech of how his fellow graduates are bound to change the world's justice system.
I trudge towards the university's parking area and head for our car. I sit on the car's hood and wait for them. I pull out a Rubik's cube from my pocket and distract myself by fiddling it with my fingers. Just then, a honk and a bump from our car's rear shakes me out from distraction. I hop down to inspect the commotion when I hear a series of expletives. My eyes narrow down and spot the culprit, fussing about the scratch on our rear end.
He is dressed in black from head to toe with a matching top hat. A valet. A careless one for that matter. He seems so focused, so I let out a loud boo and much to my enjoyment, he leap out a few feet. I chuckle while he scowls and frown at me.
I cross my arms across my chest. "And what do you think you're doing to my car?"
He blanches. "This is your car?" I nod. "Please don't tell my boss about this or I'll lose my job. I'll pay you when I get my monthly, just don't tell." He pleads.
"And how do you intend to do so? I don't even know you."
"Oh, but I know you." I raise an eyebrow at that and he automatically turns a shade darker. He raises his hand in defense. "We're in the same high school. Seikang. And your the lead vocal of the school's band, right?"
I nod at that. Well, he does look oddly familiar. And then it hit me. "Ah, yeah. I remember you. You're Jack."
"No. I'm Nam Woohyun." He corrects.
"The Jack- of- all- trades, or so I've heard."
"I need the jobs, you know." He shrugs as he goes back to checking the dent on the car, scratching some of the paint.
