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For this first semester life held big surprises for her when she enrolled into university. Lessons, Parties, Friendship, Family and Love go well hand in hand and there's nothing wrong with a little fun on the side, right?
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ATEEZ COLLEGE STU...
He was standing in front of the grocery store. The cold wind of January, which was stroking his cheeks, made him finally go inside. After looking for a while, he found what he wanted and grabbed the cup of instant noodles. Humming to the melody the store was playing, he waited for his turn. He gave his cup to the cashier as she scanned it.
"That makes 900 ₩, sir.", the brunette cashier said. As he gave her the money, he noticed how her look went up to his hand and he quickly inserted his hand in his jacketpocket. Fastly, he left the store and made his way back to his home, his cup in his hand. When he arrived, he took off his shoes, hanged his jacket and made his way to the kitchen. He turned on the water cooker and waited for it to cook the water. His gaze went from the water cooker to his hands. With his left thumb he stroke his not so soft hand. The same spot, the cashier had looked prior. Memories of the past coming up and suddenly all he wanted to do was cry. One last look at the scars on his right hand than he poored the boiling water into the cup of instant noodles. Taking out a peace of chopsticks, he sat on the couch in the living room. With one of his three remote controler, he turned on his stereo system and listened to his favorite song while eating his cup of noodles. Not even half done, suddenly his phone started ringing. Wondering who would call him on this Sunday evening, he quickly picked up.
"Hello?"
"Is this Choi San?"
"Yes, it is. May I ask who I'm speaking to?"
"I'm Mrs. Hong and I'm calling from the Gangnam Severance Hospital. I'm calling because your mother, Mrs. Choi had an heart-attack as we assume. We are tr-"
"I'm on my way."
Leaving his meal alone, he quickly put on his shoes, took his jacket and his car keys and left his flat.
Carefully getting out of the car, trying not to hit the car beside his', he made his way inside of the hospital. At the reception he introduced himself and shortly after he was directed to the waiting room to wait until a doctor approached him. Silently he sat at one of the chairs. The smell of sanitizer in the air made him scrunch his nose a few times. He heard his stomach growl as a sign for him being hungry.
"Mr. Choi?", a black-haired man in a white tunic approached the silent boy a couple of minutes later as the boy stood up. San looked the doctor straight in the eyes nodding.
"Your mother...", the mid-fifty aged man slowly began, "has left us. We thought she had an heart-attack but she is brain dead. We tried our best but luck was not beside us today. I'm terribly sorry."
San's eyes held no expression in them. He didn't know how to feel nor did he know what to say. He just looked at the doctor with an unreadable expression.
"Your father is beside her right now, you can go to them if you want too. He's waiting."
Now finally San's face held an expression, a shocked and confused expression. How the heck was his father here. The doctor showed him where his father currently was at and he entered the white room. Shocked, he walked to his father who was abnormally crying. He stared at the tears making their way down his fathers cheeks. His gaze left his fathers face and went to the lifeless body next to him. The skin tone paler than usually, eyes closed and a blanket over her was she laying there. He looked back to his mother and suddenly all he could do was hug his father whom he hadn't seen in a long time. He felt how he was slowly tearing up as his father was quietly sobbing in his shoulder.
"Appa, where were you, Appa?", was all San could bring himself up to say. His father remained silent and continued sobbing. San let him be for a while but then pulled apart. Sobbing as well. He hit his fathers chest and his shoulder numerous times while crying.
"Where the heck where you, Appa.", he asked in a shaking voice continueing hitting the old man in front of him a few more times. The old man could not look his son in the eyes so he looked at his now dead wife. San's teary eyes travelled all around his body and he noticed the stains his shirt had, not any stains, alcohol stains which he could now easily tell apart from normal stains. Now more tears leaving his eyes, he shook his head.
"You haven't stopped, have you? God, Appa! You were supposed to-, you only had to-, how could yo-, how could I think for just a few seconds that you changed.", San turned his body ready to leave, when the only voice he hadn't heard in so many years, the only voice that could stop him, stopped him.
"San-ah.", San stayed silent and waited for him to continue, to apologize, to tell him where he had been, why he was never there for him, why he hadn't stopped drinking.
"San-ah. Your mother had an organ donor card, she wanted to donor her organs in case she would ever be brain dead. But I don't know where she had left it, so decision is by us. Do you agree in donating her or-", completely disappointed in the words of his father he interrupted him.
"I agree.", that was all he before leaving without even looking behind once. Tears of disappointment trailing down his cheeks as he walked back to his car and drove into the night streets of Seoul.
3rd January, Sunday, Seoul, 8:43pm.
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Hellouuuu, to whoever clicked on this story, first of all thank you for giving this a chance and your precious time! I'm a new writer so this is my very first fan fiction. Please be kind and if you liked the first chapter please leave a vote and maybe a comment! xoxo kin.
