might just die //zikyung

science

I also don't know to be honest but I can no longer stand this. I checked it in the reflection of the knife today, I do not look any different. Carefully Park Kyung placed the crayon on his bed thinking about how he could continue writing thus there was not a single space left on the walls or the floor. With a sigh Kyung sat down on to the bed. His routine was becoming a problem now. He wasn't done writing so how was he supposed to know when Dr. Lee came for his check-up? But it wasn't the only thing that bothered him. Ever since he had first spoken the three syllabies that equal his heaven he was longing to get to know the person the name belongs to so he'd need his memory. But should Park Kyung really risk being unhappy for the rest of his life just to learn something about this one person?
The door opened and D. Lee came in carrying a little book. "Mr. Park, I'm afraid that we won't be able to help you at all if you're unwilling to talk," the atmosphere scared Kyung. Something seemed oddly familiar. "Therefore I'm asking you to write down whatever you want to say in this book so we can somewhat comunicate." Lee Taeil handed him the book and a pen. Holding something more delicate than the crayons felt strange to Park Kyung. He opened it and looked at the beautiful white pages, debating whether or not he should ruin them with his chaotic hand writing. After a few seconds he slowly started to place letters once again this day writing as neatly as possibly.

Who is Woo Jiho?