-Kim Yoo's POV-

I'm frozen.

I couldn't react like I normally do when I heard shocking news.

They should've not been here…

Mom should be in London, having an exhibition for her paintings, while dad, He should be in Busan, having a meeting with his clients.

But, they cancelled their plan…

Just to fulfill my wish to have them by my side in my birthday...

Just to celebrate my birthday...

--- Arrived in the hospital... ---

"You okay?" Jiyong asked worriedly.

"Hmmm…" I nodded.

"Good... You always strong as usual...” He grabbed my left hand.

I turned my eyes to him. He looked worried and afraid.

I looked like he's the one who suffered the pain of mine.

--- In the waiting room ---

-G-Dragon's POV-

I couldn't see her face.

I'm afraid to see her crying.

She's the one who's in pain, but I felt pained even more seeing zipped like this.

"This is all my fault..." she finally spoke.

"What do you mean? This is no one's fault. This is an accident." I sat beside her.

"They shouldn't be here. But I insist them to stay." She answered with a bent head.

"No, yuuei." I began. I turned her face to mine. "Listen, This not your fault. This is an accident." I tried to stopped her blaming herself.

"But, they wouldn't be like this if they kept on doing their own activities." She kept on blaming herself.

I embraced her and she began to cry.

"Stop blaming yourself... No one's responsible for this.. It's no one's fault." I caressed her.

"It's all going to be okay. They'll be saved." I kiss her forehead.

When she stopped crying I let her go, but my right hand still there, in her waist.

Suddenly, the doctor came out and we stood up.

I hate that expression I saw in that doctor's face.

I smell failure when I saw it.

"I'm so sorry.." He began. "We tried to help them as hard as we can. But, God wants another result. I'm terribly sorry." He apologized.

I froze.I saw misery on her face.

There's nothing except felt guilty and underpreassure.

"I killed them... I killed them, jiyong... I KILLED MY PARENTS.." She melted down to the floor ended up with crying.

I stucked. I couldn't find any words to comfort her.

I grabbed her shoulder and raised her up.

I gave her a hug.

She kept on crying.
I borrowed my dad's car and drove her home.

She fell asleep on the way home (her home of course..), she must be tired.

I carried her with bridal style, cause if I piggied-back her, she'll fell down.

I laid her down on her bed.

There she is, sleeping with her swollen eyes.

I couldn't help myself looking at her face.

It's not fair. Today is her birthday. Her sweet seventeen.

Why she've to suffer this pain.

The day that used to be her happiest day ever, turned to the worst day in her life.