It's all my fault after all.

I must be lacking something.

But what is it?

What does he have that I don't?

What does he do that I can't?

Why him, not me?

Maybe it's the face...

My ugly face.

So pitiful.

So awful.

I can't stand myself.

Just a moment ago, there was me reflected in the mirror.

Now, there's glass scattered everywhere.

 "...Hyuk... Hyukkie... Hyukkie, open your eyes...!"

So loud.

"Donghae-ah, let him rest..."

"Why is he not waking up yet? They didn't put him under narcosis, did they?! No, he should be awake. Why he's not awake?!"

So annoying.

He felt a hand, gripping his shoulders and shaking him not-so-gently.

"Hyukkie..."

"Go awaaaay..." Hyukjae mumbled, not wanting to open his eyes. Such a fool, he actually thought that Donghae would be repelled by a response...

"HYUKKIE! Ohmygod, you're alive!" Donghae threw himself onto Hyukjae, eloping