𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙧 ꨄ︎ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘻 ✓

2.8

"son kkeuteseo sarajyeo
eoneusae jeomanchi seo"
-younghoon

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Younghoon leaned on the wall next to the chair Hyemi was sitting on.

"You should go rest, it's 12am. I'll call you when your mom wakes up." Younghoon suggested. Hyemi slowly nodded and got up. Younghoon sent her off to the taxi and paid the driver beforehand. He bowed and closed the door, "Don't fall asleep in the car okay?"

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Younghoon paced back and forth outside Hyemi's mother's ward with a tiny bottle of poison. He inhaled.

"You're telling me to kill her mom?" Younghoon asked in disbelief.

"We have to get rid of the people she loves first. That's her weak spot. We have to do that in order to soften her heart and get it." Sangyeon declared.

Younghoon sighed and stuffed the poison in his pocket. Even killing a girl was too much for him, why would he kill a girl's mother?

By the time the doctor came out, it was already 3am. The doctor bowed and looked at Younghoon, "Are you Mrs.Kang's guardian?" Younghoon nodded quickly.

"Luckily, from the fire, all she had done was inhale the smoke but other than that, the bullet was difficult to take out. She will have to rest for a few more days, but if her condition gets worst she will pass."

Younghoon sighed and bowed. The doctor then left after bowing. Her brushed his hand through his hair.
"Should I really do this..?"

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"Has my mom woken up yet?" Hyemi asked, walking up to the half asleep Younghoon. Younghoon looked up and shook his head. Hyemi pulled out a bun and handed it to him.

"You're probably tired. You should go back home and take a nap." Hyemi suggested and sat beside him. Younghoon shook his head, "I'll stay for a bit longer just in case your mother wakes up. That way if something happens, I'm here to watch over her."

Hyemi nodded and watched as Younghoon ate the bun.
"Do you like bread?" She suddenly asked.
Younghoon nodded and continued to eat it.
"I should buy more for you then," she chuckled.

"Why? All I'm doing is eating it," Younghoon smiled.

"Well, people eating well makes me happy so," she shrugged, "What can I say?" Younghoon stuffed the wrapper into his pocket and wiped his lips.

"Why does other people doing well make you happy, even when you're not doing well?"

"Because I'm happy to know that other people aren't feeling pain like me."

"But why?" Younghoon asked again.

"Because other people's feelings came before mine. Even if I hadn't shown it many times, I always care about others before myself." Hyemi admitted. She looked down. It was a constant feeling, being alone and getting sad over it but being there for others when they needed it.

Suddenly, there was a warm touch on her hand. She looked at her hand and realized that Younghoon's hand held onto her's.

"I'm a very emotional person," Younghoon smiled, "I'm willing to share those emotions with you if you want to share it with me."

"Good play boy, good play." Hyemi chuckled. "Your job is to steal my heart so don't go joking around with me like that. I might actually think it's true."

Younghoon shook his head, "No! I'm being truthful right now! Regardless of my job, I'm there for others as well if they are there for me."

"Looks like I've had too many fake friends for me to know what that feels like." Hyemi joked.

"Looks like you will have a real friend now then." Younghoon said to comfort her.

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Her mother's finger moved. Hyemi shot up. "Did you see that or is it just me?"

"Well I have bad eyesight but I think I saw it-"

"OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH!" Hyemi screamed excitedly. "Mommy wake up stop playing with meee!" Hyemi whined and held her mom's hand.

Her finger had moved again.

"mOmmY tHiS iSn'T fUNnY jUSt WakE uPPPP!" Hyemi shook her hand lightly.

Hyemi watched as her mother turned more and more pale by the second. "M-mom?" She stuttered. Hyemi glanced at Younghoon and he left to call the doctors.

"Eommoni? S-stop playing just wake up!" Hyemi tried smiling. "Don't tell me you.."

The doctors came in and examined her mother. Younghoon lightly tugged her to come out of the room with him.

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The doctor walked out with a frown.