might just die //zikyung

eighth

Once again Mrs Park wondered whether it really wasn't her fault or not. She knew she should have prevented it somehow but unfortunately she couldn't. Kyung seemed to be unreachable. Of course he hadn't opened the door so Mrs Park carefully opened the door. When she saw Kyung lying on the bed she started to cry. The boy looked miserable. He definitely lost a few pounds, his skin seemed grey and his hair was greesy. All the pieces of broken glass disturbed Mrs Park so much that she didn't realize that her son was holding a little book as if his life depended on it. For Kyung's protection Mrs Park started cleaning up the mess. She threw away all the bottles, carefully picked up the broken glass and after she was done she put some treats on Kyung's desk. "Please don't forget how much we love you.", she whispered as she pecked his cheek and left the room.

Kyung woke up being eager to read the next entry but he stopped looking for the page as he saw how clean it looks. The carpet of misery was gone, so were his half empty bottles. He blinked a few times in disbelief before deciding to take care of that later. Jiho was still his priority in life.

My emotions are gone. Idk. I can't really feel anything. Even when I try to care somehow I can't be bothered. I'm sick of this. Kinda.
-Woo Jiho

"You gotta be fucking kidding me."