MEI LING POV:

I sighed in relief as I finished the last picture. I smiled at my work; the glass and frames gleamed with pride from the constant scrubbing I had given them. I went and placed them back in their original places. Upon returning them, I saw that Heechul had fried some rice for himself and realized that I had not yet eaten. I went back to my room and saw that I only had one package of ramen noodles left. Great... I tore it open and ate them raw; tossing the empty bag into the garbage, I noticed a small bottle sitting on the nightstand by the trash can. I picked it up in confusion. Under the large Korean symbols, there was an English translation among the different languages: 'Antiseptic: Kills 99.9% of bacteria.' My jaw dropped open so far it almost hit the floor. Did he...? Actually...? No, snap out of it, Mei Ling. You may have lost your memory, but you haven't yet lost your mind...right? I looked at the bottle in bewilderment for a long time before realizing it might be a good idea to use it. I looked down at my leg and saw that I had been so intent on cleaning the pictures that I hadn't noticed blood seeping from the new gashes I got; now, dried rivers of scarlet were caked along my calf. Retrieving a damp paper towel, I washed off all of the blood, exposing the fresh wounds, raw and angry looking. I opened the lid to the antiseptic and peered inside. Mayber it was filled with poison... I sniffed it and examined it before realizing it was an actual antiseptic. Applying some on my leg, I bit my lip as it stung, but did its job of cleaning the gashes. I grabbed a bandage rool from the supplies Hyun-woo had given me and wrapped it securely around my calf before fastening it in place. I did the same to my arm but wrapping a thinner roll around it. Satisfied, I put the supplies away and after contemplating the thought, walked to the kitchen to thank him.

Heechul had just finished his meal when I came in. The smell of fried rice was still lingering in the air; it smelled so good... He looked up at me with an irritated look.

"Kamsamnida," I said, pointing to my bandaged arm.

"Mmm," was all he said as he looked away. Taking a breath, I sat down.

"I still want to help you..." I said. He turned and glared at me.

"Why? Do you think I need help? Do you think I WANT your help? Why? You will never understand even if I did tell you! Hankyung is special to me and you just trying to nose into our friendship! If you not here, everything good! I not feel like and we all live normal!! Why you have to mess up my life?!" he shouted at me, slowly breaking down in front of me and letting rage take over. His last sentence stabbed me like a thousand knives. I sat frozen at the table as he stomped off to his room.

HEECHUL POV:

 Help me? First, she screws up my life and now she wants to help me? What next...

I sighed. She didn't deserve all of that, but she did a good portion of it. If she hadn't arrived, everything would just be rolling past like normal... as normal as everything in a celebrity's life could get, at least...

I heard a click and knew that she was in Hankyung's room. Good, it was safe to go outside. I picked up my cat.

"You behave, okay? I'm going to go for a walk in the park," I said to him. I needed air to clear my mind. I put him back down and shut the door to my room after walking out. I walked by Hankyung's room and stopped as sniffles reached my ears. I leaned closer.

"...Why... why can't you heal faster...? Then I can leave this place..." I heard her say in a voice that was raw from crying. I felt my anger melt away. I hadn't meant to make her cry... I ran a hand through my hair in confusion and frustration.

"Aish... Heechul-ah, you pabo..." I said to myself. I glanced at the door again. I stood there until my pride beckoned me to keep walking. Now I really needed some air...

I walked through the park. It was one of my favourite places to visit, especially at this time in the evening as I was one of the few people there. It also helped that no one knew I visited this place often. I sat on the bench and leaned back.

"What's wrong with me...?" I asked myself, thinking back to what I had done. The things that I said to her, I meant most of them, but I felt bad when it lead to her crying. What did I mean for?! Frustrated, I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out a white stick and a lighter. Lighting the cigarette, I puffed out a cloud of gray smoke. Sighing as the smoke filled my lungs, I thought about my actions all over again. Maybe it wasn't my life that was messed up... Maybe it was me...

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