Soyung got a ride home from the older male, learning more about him on the ride over there. She learned that he didn't have a very good relationship with his father, that they were distant and that's why he chose to move out when he did. She learned that he liked looking at the sky, especially on cloudy days, she found that cute. Soyung realized that the more you learn about someone, the more you begin to like them as a person. She felt bad about being rude enough to judge him on other people's opinions besides her own, but quickly forgave herself the moment the two of them were able to sing songs together along with the car radio. It was kind of nice, how close you could get to a person after a day or two, but she didn't have any regrets. Kyungil also said some wise things, he seemed to go through similar problems, and was able to offer good advice. He told her to appreciate her family now before they aren't there to help her, he told her that sometimes things go wrong so you can find a way to fix them. She really did appreciate the boy talking about these things so diligently, and she was glad she could also joke around with him. 

Once she got home, she was walking down the street to get to her house around the corner. Peeking over her shoulder, she saw her parents cars weren't there, and her balloon heart popped in her chest. Hopefully there would be no angst over this, she could just apologize and show they she was okay, and no one would have to look at her like she deserved pity. Soyung learned long ago to hate pity, when she was younger she learned people would just hang out with her because she looked lonely. She was fine alone, she didn't need fake friends. She was strong alone, even if she was quiet, and didn't get out much or have anyone to talk to. Pursing her lips, the girl walked up to her door and wiggled the handle. When it twisted open, she either suspected someone was home, or they just left it open for her. When she pushed it open, her gaze traveled down to the mat in front of the door. Her mothers slippers were there, which meant she was gone, but she spotted her stepdad's shoes. Her lips parted, and she stepped inside, closing the door lightly behind her.

"Soyung." She froze in her spot, as Nick sat in the kitchen, arms crossed, a cup of cold coffee in front of him. Soyung looked up at the man, a sigh leaving her lips as she held her own hands behind her.

"Hi." She didn't know what else to say, because she knew it was easier to talk to him than her mother, but it wasn't the easiest thing a teenager girl struggling with sadness could say. "I know what you're going to say, that you're disappointed in me and expected me to be sensitive about it with mom. And I'm really sorry, but I can't just hide my feelings because that hurts even more." Her words came out like a stream, because she had to get this weight off her shoulders, and she had to be honest with someone.

"Soyung, I know you better than you think. I know sometime's you are unbearably sad, and I know you cry yourself to sleep and cry when you wake up because you're terrified. I just want to let you know, that I'm not disappointed. Because you came back, you told me the truth even if it's just now, and you realized what you did was immature and insensitive. But it helped you." He spoke simply, his eyes glancing down to look at her feet, which were still securely bandaged up by the male she stayed with. "W