AUTHORS NOTE: Some people may not have noticed but, I said in Chapter 1 that it’s summer, but then I realized that summer is not in April (This chapter takes place in April) So then I changed it to spring to prevent further confusion. So right now, this fic takes place in Spring. Not Summer. Have fun reading ^^ Sorry. I didn’t plan this story well at first. But I have all the plotlines figured out so it’s all G.

Now let's read!! 

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“Your victim.”

“…”

A repetitive beeping ringed within my ears, indicating the end of our call.

The pace of my heartbeats quickened as its palpitating rhythm panged against my chest.

I parted the phone away from my ear with my trembling hands, returning it back to my jean pocket.

What was that? Who was that? Was it actually the guy? Was it a prank caller? But then how would he know I’m at a hospital? Should I go to the courtyard? A thousand questions spun within my head, leaving me in a daze. 

I wanted to remain within my spot, but at the same time I’m inclined to move.

My feet itched to move a step. Sweat filled my palms. Every part of my body responded to the dilemma I was left with to face.

Chae Won, what should I do? What would you do in my situation?

Was it really the man I hit? I don’t even know the guy, I didn’t even see the guy’s face before, so how would I know?

My muscles tensed as I clenched my fist. Think Yunho. Think. Jeez, why was I so indecisive?

Aish. I’ll just get over my fears and it up. I owed a lot to that guy, even though he claimed it was his fault.

I gravitated towards the door, taking each step slow. The scramble of noises amplified as I entered the halls.

Jung Yunho, be a man.

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Spring was evident as pink cherry blossoms scattered the grass, marking the path ahead. Shadows of the cherry blossom trees dotted the grounds as the sun shed its rays. The aroma of the fresh soil drifted into my nose as I inhaled spring’s sweet air. Not a single cloud was to be found within April’s, blue skies.

The beauty of the scenery distracted me from my pulsating anxiety. Even if it was for a brief moment.

I scanned the grounds, trying to catch a sight of this man. The yard only consisted of two people. Along the rocky pathway, there was a woman staggering with a cane. She was walking alongside with another woman. 

. Where the hell was this guy?

The sight of the pathway slipped from my view as I directed my gaze at an oak tree. Beneath its branches, a person stood underneath the tree’s shadow.

On an impulse, I headed towards the oak tree, satisfying my curiosity.

I got an idea of the person’s gender as I inspected his broad, straight shoulders. He stood with the support of a crouch as he put his weight on his left leg. The fabric of the hospital gown loosely draped over him, revealing his skinny frame. A gust of wind entered our direction, lifting the strands of his jet-black hair.

I’m not sure if this is him. But there was no other male in sight. So there is a possibility. 

“Excuse me,” I said.

The man remained in his position. Maybe he didn’t hear me well enough.

“Ex…excuse me,” I stuttered.

The man averted his head away from the tree, escaping the shadow’s wrath as he faces me.

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Dark, violet bruises marked the man’s pale face. Although he was battered in wounds, nothing could hide this man’s beauty.

I take in the sight of his features, surveying every inch of his face. Flecks of light glinted within his wide, dark eyes as the sun hit him. His straight,