When I got out of the hospital, I needed my brother, Mr. Song and even the little adorable Nel to block cameras from reaching me. This was not what I really needed at the moment. It made my head pound just thinking about it.

"Please, get out of the way, she needs to get to the car." Mr. Song was saying.

"DIDN'T YOU HEAR HIM? GET OUT THE WAY!" Nel yelled, quite possibly making the situation comically worse.

"Nel, have some respect..." Reiwang-oppa whispered. He then went on to speak loudly, "Please, just let her pass."

It took a normally 2 minute walk about 10 thick, slow minutes. People kept shoving cameras and mini mics in my face. "What happened?" "How long were you in the hospital for?" "Are you in pain?"

I paid attention to none of them, until they started to ask "What does this mean in terms with your relationship?" I frowned and Ji's grip on me tightened. He'd heard it too.

"Please, for the love of God, just move out of the way and let us pass." He wasn't even yelling or speaking louder than usual. He was effective, that's for sure. All the reporters and whatnot took a step back and I was rushed into the car.

This doesn't affect our relationship. How could it? I thought about it for a while on the drive to my dad's. Was I dragging him down? He'd stayed by my side all this time, who knows what sort of things he put off for me? I frowned when he hugged me for probably the 27th time. I didn't hug him back, I was busy thinking. I so do not deserve him and he totally doesn't deserve me. He's too good and I'm