He was on the proximity of going absurd, if he hadn't already. His head sprung in circles. Circles that rotated around one person. One girl as if she was the sun and he was a planet spinning around her, living off the warmth that she gave. He took a shot, a shot of indenial as he tried to fool everyone, and mostly himself.
 
Another shot of liquor, another factor to add to his massive headache from trying to understand her. Another shot of indenial, another shot of lying to himself, another shot of anger, another shot of chaos, another shot of disillusionment. He was purposely drowning himself only to come out alive each and every single time.
 
"Save it man, that's what you get for having the alcohol tolerance of a whale." His good friend bugged in grabbing the shot of liquor in front of him.
 
"What's wrong with you hyung?" L asked staring at Woohyun who looked like he just got out of another head game with Chorong. That look was going to become a permanent look for Woohyun.
 
"Wife issues. Never get married man, just never get hitched, it'll be the end of you." Woohyun replied his voice drifting off.
 
"Note taken." L chuckled. His hyung had been in a god awful state lately, he blamed his wife. Truthfully it was partly Chorong's fault. It was also Woohyun's fault. L knew there had to be good reasons to why a sweetheart like Chorong would willingly agree to marrying a stranger. And she also put up with the bull Woohyun had been giving her.
 
"I'm leaving." Woohyun clamored standing from the bar stool. The two were in one of L's many nightclubs. Woohyun was given the VIP pass to as much liquor as he wants. L regretted giving Woohyun that pass. The guy could drain all the liquor up in moments.
 
"You forgot your phone." L brought up holding up a cell. Woohyun slimmed his brows.
 
"That's not mine. Its Chorong's." Woohyun revealed. He had taken it from her the other day.
 
"Well you should give it back to her." L said scanning through her phone. Yeah, he knew it wasn't nice to look at other people's things, but he couldn't help himself.
 
"Why the hell should I do that? I don't care about it"
 
"She has like 15 missed calls, that's why. Most of them are from the same number through." L answered, his eyes locked on the phone. In a flash Woohyun was standing right in front of L, grabbing the phone.
 
"What happened to not caring about it?" L chuckled softly to himself. Woohyun paid little attention to his friend and more on the cell in his hand. Whose number was it? He noticed their were also some voice mails, no text messages, but voice mails.
 
"What are you doing?" L asked in curiosity and confusion.
 
"Checking her voice mails." Woohyun replied nonchalantly. L groaned as he tried snatching the cell away, only to get his hands slapped at.
 
"That's an invasion of privacy." L groaned. Woohyun looked up and glared at his friend.
 
"When the hell did you start caring so much. You sound like Sungjong." Woohyun pointed out. A twinkle appeared on his face when he realized there was no pass code entered into Chorong's phone.
 
'You have four unheard messages...'
 
"Hyung!" L growled. Woohyun hissed at him.
 
"Either you listen or you leave." He demanded. L decided to stick around. After all, it was his club, why should he leave. He was after all intrigued by Chorong, she came out of no where and slowly made her way into Woohyun's heart. Woohyun just didn't realize it yet. L couldn't believe how oblivious to guy was to his own heart. Then again, who can blame Woohyun, with the way he was raised.
 
'First unheard message....Chorong unnie, its Bomi....'

"Who's Bomi?" L questioned raising an curious eyebrow. Her voice was soft, weak, almost in an panic but remained calm and collect.

"A friend of Chorong's."

'...can you come over here right now. Its Naeun. Its urgent.....end of message.' 
 
Quickly going to the next message, more questions appeared in Woohyun's head. Who was this friend of Chorong, this Bomi girl? Who was Naeun? Bomi sounded worry.
 
'Chorong unnie. Answer your phone...Naeun's having....never mind, just get here. Quickly!....end of message.' 
 
"Hyung, you should stop." L bugged in, he knew he was speaking to death ears and his words would make no difference.
 
'Where the hell are you? Are you okay? Why aren't you answering your phone....uh, that doesn't matter. Get your here! Now! Its Naeun, she's...just get here.....end of message...' 
 
"Who the hell is Naeun?" Woohyun asked. L took his chance to quickly grab the phone from Woohyun.
 
"You're becoming insane, just let it go. Maybe I should return this to Chorong all on my own."
 
"What's the number?" Woohyun probed pulling out his phone.
 
"Number?" L asked glancing to Woohyun. He had a confused look laced in face.
 
"What's the number that was use to call her cell." Woohyun repeated getting annoyed by how slow L was. L scanned down to Chorong's phone, hesitating at first. Woohyun sent a deadly glare over to L. Luckily L was one of the many people unaffected by Woohyun's temper and glares. However L was more than curious to know what was going on the life of one of his friend's wife.
 
"Fine." He said before giving the number to Woohyun. One ring. Another ring. Before the third ring someone picked up.
 
"Seoul Pyeosung Recovery Care." A female voice spoke. Woohyun's eyebrows furrowed before hanging up.
 
"I have a favor to ask you." Woohyun requested. L rolled his eyes.
 
"What the hell did I get myself in?" L hissed.
 
--
 
Woohyun opened the door to the house. It was deviantly quiet, yet he heard movement. The skies behind were dark and heavy. They casted a dark shadow that drowned out any form of laughter and happiness. The world was dark today, gloomy and in a pitiless wasteland. It watched well with Woohyun's mood.

The library door slid open. Out walked a figure Woohyun was too familiar with.
 
"Juri noona." He spoke catching her attention. She had a pile of books in one of her arms.
 
"Woohyun-ah." She smiled to him. Juri had been around since Woohyun could remember. He thought of her more as a mother than he did his actual mother. In truth, Juri had been his babysitter, his maid, his nurse, his chef, his teacher, and his friend. A loyal member of Nam Industries. She had knowledge that varies from different aspects of live, which was why she was so valuable. She was currently the tutor and only teacher of Chorong.
 
"You're home early. You're never home at this time. You feeling okay, you look kind of pale." She noticed. Yes, she was like a mother figure to Woohyun. He just never really acknowledged her, or thanked her. Woohyun had a hard time doing things like that. His parents taught him all about business, the business of taking, gaining, and expanding. But never the business of thanking others.
 
"I'm fine." He replied. His mind unconsciously looking over to see if Chorong was still in the library.
 
"She's upstairs. In bed. Poor thing, she must've gotten from going on all those visits." Juri pouted. Woohyun's ears heard the last part of her comment, and couldn't help but ask.
 
"Noona. Do you know where she goes? Who she visits?" He asked. Maybe he could finally get some answers to his unanswered questions.
 
"Sorry. I don't know much. She's pretty closed off. All I know is that the past few days she's been visiting Seoul Pyeosung Recovery Care. She doesn't say anything else." Juri revealed. Woohyun frowned. So that's where she always goes. A sheet of guilt automatically wrap itself around him.
 
"I have to go. There's paperwork from your father waiting for me." She said before waving her good-byes to him. Woohyun frowned. He was upset with himself but refused to show it. He couldn't show that side of himself to Chorong, his pride was to bold to apologize.
 
He slowly began making his way up the stairs. The bedroom door was closed and the hall was dim, diminutive sunlight peeked through side window.
 
Chorong couldn't fall asleep, no matter which flip or turn she made she couldn't close her eyes and fall into a deep slumber. Her head was a tornado inside itself as her head ached of agonizing thumps. Her body was so out of strength, so frail and fragile.

She didn't feel like getting up, like doing anything. She felt powerless to the power of life. She was sick, people get sick all the time, though she often wished she was unaffected to the power of life. It had already taken too much from her.
 
She heard the door open, assuming it was Juri she spoke, "Unnie, you should go. You have work." There was no reply. Nothing, no movement, no footsteps. Chorong finally realized it wasn't Juri. His scent finally reached her, his presence that was unforgettable.
 
"How the hell did you get sick?" Woohyun growled. Though he knew the answer, a part of him just couldn't help but be a to her. It was his pride kicking in again. That fire in him that refused to cool down when around her. It was out of his command, for now.
 
"What the are you doing here. You're never home this early." Chorong grumbled over to him. Her back was facing him as she hugged on tightly to the blanket.
 
She felt as though the light in him dim, almost allowing complete darkness to cloak his being. She saw right through his facade through. He acted like he was distraught and upset but it was only a mask. She frowned in discomfort. Even without turning to him she knew something was wrong.

He wasn't angry with her, like actually angry. He was just putting on an act. Why? Was is so utterly difficult to show kindness to her. She had never done a thing to him. Excluding the fact that she married him of course, and used every chance possible to cut his temper.
 
"You hungry? What do you want to eat?" He asked. His tone cold, impassive, expressionless. Okay maybe she was wrong, perhaps he was angry. She couldn't tell anymore. Not with him, she couldn't possibly read him. He was like a cloud of fog blinding her sight from the universe. A maze unwilling to give her access to escape.
 
"Not hungry." She stated. He was also asking if she was hungry. He never did that. Everything was different about Woohyun today, the words coming out of his mouth, the vibe. Everything was off, different. And she couldn't put her finger on it, and this frustrated her. Maybe it was just her.
 
Maybe it was the sickness getting to her twisting her mind of common sense. There was no possible way he would be any less 'Woohyun'. She would be stupid to think so. He was Woohyun, she was Chorong. Two forces, both alike, both unstoppable when lit, he couldn't just get up one day and lose all the fury in him, could he?
 
His footsteps disappeared into the hallway, then down the flight of stairs. She didn't bother to care about him, through she secretly knew she did, and she hated it.

He was nothing to her as she was nothing but a menace to him. Her heart twinge as she told herself this fact. Her heart ached in great pain, yielding for the news to be false yet realizing it wasn't. She was nothing to him but distress and torment. She was nothing to him, nothing to them.
 
Because they all left, desolated her. Maybe it was her fault they left, maybe she wasn't good enough. Because it was excruciating. It broke her heart over and over again to the point where her heart can no longer be constructed back into whole. It ripped her world apart and threw her into the slums as if it was so pathetic it wasn't even worth existence. It was painful to hear the rivers of tears that Naeun cried each and every night. Excruciating to continue living knowing there was no one to care, no one to understand or comfort them. It killed her to knowing that as children, Naeun still hoped and pray for them to step through the door steps with open arms and smiles, the sun illuminating off of them.

Chorong knew better, but she still allowed herself to fall into her own desire. And this only caused more pain, more hurt, a shadow of the past following her to remind her of her own stupidity.
 
She felt the hot liquid slowly appearing in the corners of her eyes. Threatening to break loose. She couldn't allow for them to fall. If they ever did she knew she could not stop herself from breaking down on spot. She knew better than to cry in front of others.

She couldn't allow for herself to be weak. Weakness was what killed her in the first time, and the second, and the third. Wiping them from her lids she closed her eyes. Thinking about the past only brought back unwanted memories. She felt like only a few minutes had past by before a heavy set of footsteps appeared.
 
She couldn't sleep. She wanted to, but couldn't. Sometimes the things you want and the things that happen are out of your control. She heard him step closer. Her eyes remained closed, pretending she was a sleep. Why was she doing this? She had no idea, then again, she usually had no idea why she did half the things she did when he was around.
 
"I made soup." He muttered. Chorong's eyes popped open. He can cook? Staring up at the bowl of warm soup in his hands, purposely avoiding his eyes she let the scent of the soup soak into her body. It smelt delicious. Taking a closer look at the contents in the soup, Chorong frowned when she saw the chopped greens vegetables floating about.
 
"I can't eat that." She commented. She voice was weak from being sick but as dry and cold as ever. Woohyun groaned and deeply exhaled. Was she purposely trying to get on his nerves?
 
"Look, I took my precious time to make this. Either you eat or-"
 
"I can't. It has celery in it I'm-"
 
"Oh, so now you're being picky." Woohyun hissed. Chorong sigh. For a second there she thought he was being a gentleman. There were times like that when it seems like he was doing something genuine towards her, then he bursts her fragile bubble of hope, like right now.
 
"You know what, get the ing out." She hissed. He rolled his eyes, slamming the tray containing the bowl of soup against the night stand. Stomping off in fury, Chorong frown. Woohyun had that affect on her. He always got her temper loose or just made her confuse, and often times depress, through she denies that he was the reason why she was down. He was a bacteria that kept growing over and over even after she had killed him. He gave her a headache, not that she didn't already have one. He was a math problem with no end, and no matter how hard she tried she would just end up falling and disappointing herself. A part of her just wanted to stop analyzing him, but she just couldn't.
 
--
 
"We heard Chorong noona was sick. We came right over. Where is she? Did she take medication?" Sungjong ranted on and on allowing himself access to the house. Hoya and Dongwoo followed in.
 
"I was dropping off documents today for my dad and ran into Juri noona. Told Sungjong that Chorong was sick and when...you can figure out the rest." Dongwoo explained with tired shoulders as he stepped in. Woohyun nodded along. Of course Sungjong would just show up on the doorsteps. It sounded like something the kid would do.
 
"Until then, let's eat your food and drink your liquor." Dongwoo announce. Woohyun frowned while Hoya smirked, that wasn't a bad idea.
 
"What's wrong with you man?" Hoya asked stepping in. He usually noticed when something was wrong. Hoya could easily read people's vibe. That and because Woohyun was also in a bad mood these days, when he wasn't secretly jealous.
 
"Wife." The one word alone caused Hoya to chuckle. His friend was blind, so blind. Woohyun obviously had feelings for Chorong, he just didn't know it yet. Chorong on the other hand remained a mystery, though it seems like nothing was a mystery to her.
 
"How bad can she be. She's actually really nice. Pretty too. She seems pretty sad though, then again she's marry to you. But you know what, the best part is, she doesn't take any of your crap." Hoya explained.

He knew sooner or later, if not already, Woohyun was going to realize how lucky he was.
 
"Ouch, what was that for?" Hoya hissed as Woohyun punched his arm. Woohyun glared at him, eyes piercing with venom.
 
"Just shut up." Woohyun ordered as Hoya rubbed his now sole arm. Okay, so it was going to take longer for the idiot to realize his feelings. He turned around to follow Hoya, who was making his way towards the kitchen where Dongwoo was probably stuffing a month's supply of food in his mouth by now. He smirked at as he turned the corner as he saw the open fridge and bags of chips and food lined out on the counter. Dongwoo had the mental age of a hyperactive eight year boy. Throwing a bottle of whatever liquor that was in the cabinet, Hoya caught it from Dongwoo gracefully before pouring himself a glass.
 
"You two better paid for all the food you eat. This isn't a all-you-can-eat buffet."
 
"Yeah, yeah. This is you paying us back for all those years of free loading off of us." Dongwoo shot over as he stuffed a sandwich in his mouth. Chorong had made those sandwich, through she knew no one ate them. Woohyun found this strange, why bother making something you aren't going to eat. It would just be a waste of valuable food. He never thought to think she made them for him.
 
Woohyun was going to retort back to Dongwoo's comment but was cut off by Sungjong. He glared at Woohyun as he entered the room.
 
"Hyung, I know you don't particularly like your wife, but you can at least help take care of her. You know, simple stuff like making sure she doesn't die." Sungjong hissed like a tired mother after a long day of yelling at her kids.
 
"I did. I made her soup." Woohyun defended himself earning sniffed laughs from Dongwoo and Hoya. They didn't totally believe Woohyun would do something like that, not for Chorong.
 
"Shut up you two. Its not my fault she refuses to eat. Its not like I poison the soup or anything."
 
"Well you might as well have. She can't eat it. Noona's allergic to celery. Its not that she didn't want to eat, she couldn't. Not unless she wants to be pulled in to the emergency room." Sungjong explained searching through the cabinets. He was going to cook for once in his life.
 
"Why didn't she tell me?" Woohyun asked. It was more of a question for himself, he couldn't help but be the slightest bit annoyed that Sungjong knew this fact about Chorong and he didn't.

There was so much he didn't know about Chorong. So much of her was a mystery to him. An rich tropical forest filled with secrets but hidden by the dangerously seas of monsters.
 
"The real question is: did you let her tell you? I don't think you did. So typical of you to jump to conclusions. Its fine. I gave her some medicine and I'll just whisk up something delicious for her to eat." Sungjong spoke. His eyes and hands searching through all the cabinets for the necessary ingredients.
 
"You cook now?" Dongwoo asked from the counter where he and Hoya were busy chewing away on food.
 
"I'm not just a pretty face you know."
 
--
 
Chorong tried to fall a sleep. She closed her eyes and tried forcing her head just give in to her dire need to get some sleep. Her body wanted sleep, needed it, but her mind was racing in circles however. Why? It was obvious who in particular was stuck in her mind that rampage through her thoughts like a loose canon with no target in mind.
 
The door slowly slid open. Assuming it was Sungjong, she turned around. Excitement laced in her eyes. Sungjong made great company. Witty remarks and humor got Chorong hitched to him fast. His overly protective mother-like side also helped her warm up to him, when he wasn't nagging the hell out of her that was.
 
She frowned upon seeing who it was. She had to really stop assuming things. Staring eye and eye with Woohyun, the excitement in her eyes dim. Woohyun noticed this and inwardly frown, he refused to show her that he was disappointed. Of course she was expecting Sungjong. If it wasn't for Sungjong basically throwing the tray of food in his arms and pushing him to the door, he wouldn't be there. He was standing only a few feet away from his sick wife along with the awkward silence.
 
"Sungjong made food." He spoke in an monotone trance. Taking a few steps towards Chorong, she willed her upper body to sit up. It was really quiet. Too quiet. Setting the tray down Chorong grabbed the spoon and quickly took a bit of the warm soup Sungjong had made. No celery. She commented to herself.
 
Her head was already pounding and she didn't need to bring up unwanted argument with him. Taking another bite she realized how good the food was. Sungjong could cook? She was surprise because the last time he was in the kitchen with her he seemed like a fish out of water. He was clueless to where anything was.
 
He was a kid raised in a rich family, one that provided him all materialistic things he desired for. She could tell he was really lonely through. It seemed like a lot of the guys had the same issues. Sure they were receive materialized objects, but did they receive love.

Chorong didn't have much growing up, but she had love from her sister. Before she realized it she was stuffing half the food on the tray in .
 
She hadn't eaten all day other than breakfast and didn't realize how famished she was until the food was right in front of her. Choking on the food because of lack of chewing, Woohyun finally made his presence known by stepping forward and moving the glass of water closer to her.
 
"Water." He mumbled. She was avoiding eye contract with him. He was fine with that, he felt more comfortable because of that. Her eyes scared him sometimes, they looked like they could read straight into his soul and read everything about him.
 
Why was he still in the room? He had no idea. He watched as she took a quick sip of water before she continued stuffing the rest of the food down .
 
For being sick he couldn't help but think how beautiful she still looked. Her hair was an uneven mess of long luscious waves. How skin was pale and lost the hint of natural blush color but her skin still glowed bright and looked so delicately soft. Her lips still naturally pump and a soft pink. Her eyes, dead, like always, but they held so much mysteries praying to be hidden for all of eternity. She was captivating, he added.
 
Once she was full and stopped eating it grew quiet once again between the two. Chorong could feel him staring at her, even from the end of the bed. His arms were crossed and he was seated on the edge of the bed. Far from her. She played with the remaining liquid that filled the bowl to distract her attention. It wasn't working through. What caught her attention was that the look he was giving her wasn't that icy cold glare. It wasn't emotion less and distant, this look was wondrous, wanting to speak to her, to ask her questions, and talk to her, yet lacked the courage to. Nothing like the Woohyun she knew. She didn't need to look at him, she could just feel his vibe and understand it all. His scent was welcoming, almost terrified, yet curious and stubborn. She could feel his intense stare on her like she was a masterpiece of art paint by Leonardo di Vinci.
 
Finally deciding that she wasn't going to take anymore of the awkward silence and his looks that could drown her inside out, she began to move. Surely Sungjong and the rest, Dongwoo and Hoya were still downstairs she hoped.
 
"No. Don't move. Just rest." Woohyun stopped her. Picking up the tray of food, Chorong stared up towards him. Confusion spelled in clear black ink was written all over her face. She didn't say anything, but Woohyun knew what she was probably thinking. Having the tray secure in his hands he began walking away. He could hear her moving back down towards the pillows.
 
"Thank you." She muttered. It was a mere whisper, but he heard it. 'Thank you', he often found himself pondering on how to thank the people he valued in his life while she had it seem so effortless. It wasn't that he was heartless, he just had a hard time showing how thankful he was to people in his life. How much they mattered and how he couldn't survive without them. But he always found himself stumbling to let the words fall off his lips. Guess it was another bad trait past down from his parents.
 
"For what?" The question slipped out of his mouth unconsciously. His back was still turn away from her but he could hear her moving around in bed.
 
She replied back softly she didn't even think about it, she just knew it, "for making me dinner. It was delicious. Thanks" She stated. His brows furrowed. Times like these made her seem so fragile, so soft, so approachable. So different from the strong-head girl who often fought with him.
 
"Sungjong made it. Thank him for the food."
 
"Oh please. The boy can't cook a meal to save his life." Chorong commented. Woohyun couldn't help but chuckled at her comment. That was so true. He had to basically step in, push Sungjong away from the stove because he didn't want the fire department at his doorstep.
 
"Yah noona." Sungjong shouted pounding through the door and making his way in the room. "I beg to differ. I can make half a meal to save my life." He defended before realizing the two set of eyes glued on him. Chorong struggled not to break out laughing at Sungjong's declaration.
 
"Yah pabo." Dongwoo whispered peeking through the side of the door. Hoya comfortable scold in. Their cover was blown anyways. So much for ease dropping.
 
"How you feeling?" He asked kindly at Chorong as he sat on the edge of the bed. Woohyun turned towards the scene as Dongwoo stepped next to him. Looking at the tray of food Woohyun had made him noticed the tiny bit of soup still in the bowl. Picking the bowl up he finished drinking the remainder of the liquid.
 
"Yah! Hyung, haven't you eaten enough?" Sungjong cried. Dongwoo shrugged as he continued eating.
 
"I'm, I'm feeling a lot better now." Chorong replied, eyes locked on Hoya and the childish scene unfolding between Dongwoo and Sungjong. A smile was lit up brightly on her face. Chorong was happy, happy wasn't even the a good enough phrase to sum up her emotions. Ecstatic. Blissful. Convivial. She could get used to them, the boys. Their child-like attitude, their humor, their witty comments that made her loose focus on life. She just felt content around them, like all the dark clouds in the skies had suddenly evaporated leaving only sunshine. Her smile got brighter as Sungjong began bickering to Dongwoo who had blocked out all of his words and began finishing up what Chorong didn't eat.
 
Woohyun had placed the tray down on the side table so Dongwoo could finish eating. Chorong smile was lit bright like the sun. Woohyun noticed his. This was the first time he saw her smile. Her smile was contagious. Even through she was sick her smile was still as bright and as gorgeous as she was. She looked more beautiful when she was smiling. If only he could make her smile like this for eternity.
 
Hoya noticed Woohyun's eyes, and how they were glued onto one person as if she was an fallen angel who came to light his way through the dark. Her eyes however were on the scene unfolding between Dongwoo and Sungjong, both were too distracted to noticed what Hoya noticed. She was oblivious to her husband's love struck stares.
 
"Pabo." Hoya whispered. Chorong heard him speak but was unable to catch on to what he said.
 
"What was it?" She asked. Hoya shrugged nodding his head. "Nothing. Come on guys, let's leave. Give the girl some time to rest." He ordered. Chorong smile again. Yes, she could get used to the boys. And this terrified her, because most of the people she ever cared for all ended up leaving her. Woohyun sigh as he pushed Dongwoo out of the room.
 
Turning to watch a last glance at his wife. A frown was paste on her face now. He made a promise there and then to himself. He was going to make her smile, no, make her laugh. It was a challenge, a difficult challenge, it would be easier to travel to the North Pole and back than make Chorong laugh. But he would kill just to hear her laugh once.
 
--
 
L frowned. He mentally cursed at Woohyun for getting into his mess in the first place. Then he cursed at himself for not walking away when he had the chance to. It was a smaller facility than he originally expected. It was isolated, away from all the city lights and booming noise heard when living in a city as big and busy as Seoul. It was located on the outskirts of the city. It was peaceful, the area. Nature provided a safe haven from the city. The birds and the crickets replaced the busy zooming cars that zoomed along polluting the air. The air was fresher and cleaner. He was a city child. But he could get use to the quiet country side. There wasn't much movement. A few nurses, here and there. Some patients stumbling and walking around.
 
He stopped again to rethink why he was here in the first place. Oh yeah, his of a friend, Nam Woohyun.
 
No one talked to him, no one said anything. Through he knew he stood out like a sore thumb. Messed up raven black hair, trademark smirk, curious eyes, leather jacket, army boots, not to mention his Lamborgini parked outside all added in to the picture of not belonging in a place that seemed to simple.
 
He was pacing back and forth through one of the random hallways, hoping or praying that for some god forsaken miracle a girl by the name of Bomi would cross his path. He highly doubts it through. Upon stopping his eyes fell onto a certain girl in particular.
 
He stared through the long glass wall. She was seated outside in a small balcony area. A book in her hand a some little kids playing nearby. The girl looked around his age, maybe a little younger. Her hair was tied to into a ponytail, this brought out her facial features. Soft milk-like skin, round face, straight nose, soft plump pink lips. What really caught his attention were her eyes. Soft honey brown, light and soft, but they were dead. He had no way of explaining it. He knew of only one other person whose eyes looked so dead, so drained of life, so mysterious. Chorong. She was dazzling, a living doll, or a beautiful wilting flower.
 
He was turning when he accidentally bumped into someone. "Sorry." He instantly apologized to the girl.
 
"Its fine." She responded. Taking a good look at him, she realized she had never seen him there before.
 
"Are you looking for someone, I haven't seen you here before." She asked respectfully. L looked at the girl. She too was around his age with shoulder length brown hair that hung in messy waves. Round face with baby fat, a sweet smile was lit on her porcelain face as well as round chocolate eyes. She looked too young to be a nurse or a doctor. But she also looked like she worked there.
 
"I'm trying to find someone. I just have no idea who." He frowned at the last part of that sentence.
 
"Bomi unnie." A voice that to L sounded like the angel's singing. Standing at the side of the wide open door she waved over towards the girl standing in front of him. Her face was plain and flat and held no emotions of any sort. Although his attention should had been on Bomi, the girl who had called Chorong, his eyes refused to leave the girl waving over. She looked so innocent, and so utterly sad. Like she was forcing a smile onto her face and struggling to keep her eyes open when she just wanted to crawl and hide forever.
 
"I'm coming." Bomi replied. The girl turn around and returned back to her seat. L's eyes followed her movements as she continued reading.
 
"Bomi-shi, is she-"
 
"A patient here? Yes, she is." Bomi replied. Bomi noticed his locked eyes that followed all of girl's movements. The girl has an admirer now, Bomi thought to herself.
 
" -but this is a recovery care, why is she-"
 
"She's here to recovery from a previous issue. But there are still other issues that she has." Bomi answered for him. "I should get going now." Bomi excused herself knowing all to well that the man standing in front of her was to busy staring to notice her movements. She stepped away from him, and made her way towards the door when she suddenly turned around again.
 
"Excuse me, but I didn't catch your name." She asked. L's attention finally left the angel outside and turned towards Bomi. He knew that he should be asking all about this Naeun girl, who she was, what connection there was with Chorong, but those thoughts had left his mind by now.
 
"Myungsoo. Kim Myungsoo. But everybody calls me L." He replied. He watched as Bomi's brows narrowed. Her lips tighten and her eyes flew outside, landing on the girl whose main focus was on her book. Bomi sighed. She knew that name. Chorong had mentioned it to her the other day when she took Chorong home.
 
"Did Woohyun-shi sent you here or did you figure it out on your own?" She asked with an raised brow. Her voice sharp and demanding, a 180 from the respectful kind tone she used a moment ago.
 
"Woohyun hyung did sent me here, but I have no idea why I'm actually here, or what I'm looking for." L answered honestly after hesitating for a second. Bomi tapped her shoes against the floor. She sigh in frustration. Chorong was going to kill her if she found out L knew about this.
 
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intuit but I was just curious about Chorong." L revealed when he saw the unsettling look on Bomi's face. She nimble on her bottom lip, puffing her cheeks.
 
"You're curious. Who isn't... That girl outside, the one you've been staring at for the last five minutes like a love-sick bird. She's Naeun. Chorong's younger sister." Bomi revealed. She instantly began slapping herself for revealing this to him. Chorong was going to hang her by her toes the next time she visits. Bomi had to do something through. Chorong couldn't carry the weight of the world on her shoulders anymore. She had done it for way to long now. The poor girl was drowning, and refused to grab onto the rescue rope. All because of her pride.
 
There was a reason why pride was such a deadly sin. Bomi knew Chorong refused to ask for help, other than from the Woohyun's grandmother, but this could continued no longer. As a friend of both the sisters she was stepping in. Suddenly something in L clicked, some sense to add on to his lack of knowledge. Some reasonable explanation for Chorong's actions.
 
"She married Woohyun to help her sister." L muttered. Bomi exhaled, nodding along. "But why is Naeun here? She seems perfectly fine." L brought up. His eyes landing on Naeun once more. This comment hit Bomi hard and fast. Oh how she wished she knew nothing at this moment. How she wished the two sisters never made themselves known to her, but she couldn't. She got attached. Chorong warned her not to get attached when they first met. For Chorong and Naeun, attachments meant another thing that they could lose. 
 
"She was recovering from a surgery for cancer. She fought it off...but it came back, the cancer. It came back." Bomi muttered. And for someone he just saw five minutes ago, haven't ever talked to or knew anything about other than her name, her sister, and that her eyes were so dead as night, his heart burst into flames as if a hammer had smashed it into pieces.