Hari wakes up the next day feeling hungry but her eyes widen when she saw a pretty doctor checking up on her once she opens her eyes,

"Good morning, Hari!"

Hari grins awkwardly to the excited doctor, her eyes wanders around the room, looking for Sehun,

"Your husband left already, saying he has an important meeting to attend to today."

Hari nods, feeling a huge disappointment on herself for thinking and for hoping that Sehun will stay when the guy didn't actually care about her. She just happened to faint in front of his office so he had to take the responsibilty. Hari doubts he'll even care if she fainted somewhere else instead. The grumbling sound from her stomach makes Seulgi laughs as she takes off the IV tube from Hari's hand,

"Your breakfast will arrive in few minutes time."

Hari clears and sits up, turning to look at the doctor,

"Sorry, but may I know how much is the hospital fees? I don't think I can afford to pay if I stay for the whole day today."

Seulgi smiles, 

"You don't have to worry about the fees, Sehun has already took care of them. And by the way, I'm Seulgi, Kang Seulgi, Sehun's friend from high school. You can call me Seulgi unnie since you're Sehun's wife."

Hari laughs as she nods, feeling comfortable with the talkative doctor in front of her. If this Seulgi is Sehun's friend from high school that means she must've been Joohyun's friend as well. Shaking her thoughts off, Hari speaks up,

"Seulgi unnie, can I have the hospital fees' bills? Just to see how much they cost."

Seulgi pouts and nods,

"Sure. You can ask for the bills statement at the front desk after your discharged."

"So, can I go now?"

Hari timidly asks, grinning towards the older girl who's looking at her with a weird look on her face,

"Sehun said he'll pick you up in the evening."

Hari sighs, looking down on her fingers,

"It's fine, I don't want to trouble him more so I'll just go home by myself."

Seulgi nods, knowing that their marriage is not like a common marriage so it must be Sehun's cold treatments towards her that makes this small girl in front of her to not want Sehun to get involved in her life, 

"Have your breakfast first, at least."

Hari nods, thanking the doctor and waving her a goodbye as she leans her back on the bed and waits for her breakfast to be served.

"Hi, can I have my bills statement?"

Hari tip toes in front of the front desk as she looks up at the nurses who's smiling sweetly at her,

"Sure, can I have your name please Ms.?"

"Shin Hari."

The nurse then nods, turning to look at the desktop in front of her while Hari taps her fingers on the desk,

"Sorry, but we can't seem to find any patients with the name Shin Hari, but we have Oh Hari here, admitted yesterday, could this be you?"

Hari's eyes widen upon hearing the nurse's words, saying that Sehun registered her name as Oh Hari instead of Shin Hari. Shaking her other thoughts off, she nods with a smile on her face,

"Yes, that's me. Sorry for the confusion."

"No, it's okay. Wait a minute."

Hari nods and puffs her cheeks, her hand moves to caresses her heart that has starts thumping again after hearing her name being registered with Sehun's surname. She feels like she's in cloud nine, having his surname in front of her name and she hated herself for feeling that way, she shouldn't and she couldn't let him got into her heart. Not now. After getting the bills statement, Hari bows and thanked the nurse while she looks down on the paper in her hands, her eyes widen again seeing the price for the room that she stayed last night,

"This costs half of my student's allowance."

Hari folds the paper and puts it inside her bagpack, taking out her wallet, she sighs seeing the few pieces of money inside her almost worn out wallet. It's not like she didn't want to get herself a new one but she's saving her money for her art gallery which makes her becomes extremely careful with her spendings. Hari wanders around the hospital looking for an ATM machine and once she saw one at the corner of the hospital lobby, she jogs towards it to take some money out of her savings account in order to pay the hospital fees back to Sehun. Hari walks out of the hospital and starts walking towards the nearby bus stop when her phone suddenly rings, seeing that it's her father, a huge smile crept up on her face,

"Yeah, I went to your workplace yesterday..."

Hari sits down on the bench at the bus stop,

"To send some lunch for Mr. Oh-- I mean Sehun oppa."

Hari purses her lips once she has to mention him as an oppa, it feels weird when she's used to calling him with just 'Mr. Oh'. Hari hums while she plays with her tshirt as she listens to her father on the phone. She stands up when she saw the bus coming, taking out her wallet, she scans it upon entering the bus and takes the seat beside the window, sticking her head on it,

"Okay, dad. I know. I miss you. I love you. See you this weekend."

Hari puts her phone down once she heard the goodbyes from her dad and stares on her phone for awhile, contemplating whether she should text Sehun telling him that she's already out of the hospital. Hari sighs, opening the chat with Sehun and simply tells him that she's on her way home before she locks her phone and turns to look at the view outside the bus.

Hari dries her hair with the small towel and quickly runs to get her phone on the bedside table when she hears the message sound coming from it, thinking it might be Sehun replying to her message earlier, a smile crept up on her face but it fades away when she saw it's Junmyeon, asking her where is she that he couldn't find her around the university. Hari sighs and sits on the bed, blaming herself once again for hoping and dreaming of something that will never happen. Hari replies to Junmyeon's text saying that she got a sick leave for the day which the guy then bombarded her with few other questions. After replying to Junmyeon's text messages, Hari opens her chat with Sehun and she could see that he's already read her message, but he chooses to not reply to her, simply because he didn't care. Feeling her heart breaks again, Hari puffs her cheeks, looking up the ceiling to avoid