Krystal

  SSSSSSSSSSSuSunungyeolSungSuSSS has finally left the room after talking non-stop. Thank God, Krystal thought. He was getting on her nerves with all the cheesy nicknames and compliments.   "Wow, I can't believe you're going to Sanggyuk. That's where I'm going after the summer. Daebak." She said, once Sungyeol left.   Myungsoo was still sitting on his bed, no response.   "I guess that means you have to be fine on your own when school starts, right? You'll be taking care of yourself. Then again, I heard stories from other nurses here that some handicapped patients hire caretakers after their stay at the hospital."   Myungsoo haven't talked at all since Sungyeol told him his big news.   Krystal sat up on his bed, facing him with a tube of cream on her hand. It was a daily routine she has to do, apply ointment on his scar and on the region of his eyes.    She could sense he was in deep thought. Carefully, she removed his bandages.   "What are you thinking about?" She asked, her voice was soft.   He didn't respond.   Krystal figured he didn't want to tell her so she changed the topic. "I can't believe that guy is your friend. You guys are so... Different."  She didn't want to get into his business and just force information out of him. She prefers people sharing things with her because they want to.   "He's pretty late though, just visiting you now." She continued. "Victoria unnie told me he's your first visitor, which I didn't believe because shouldn't at least your family visited you once they found out you got into an accident? Families would always visit."   "My family is different." He finally said. Krystal moved his fringe back, revealing his scar. "My family consist of only me and my dad." He said.   'What about your mom?' She thought, wanting to ask him but she didn't let the thought escape . All she did was let out an "oh". "How is that different?" She asked, after a few seconds of silence. She squeezed out a portion of cream on her soft, delicate fingertips.   "Because my family isn't the type to visit quickly right after these sorts of problems. He's too busy." Krystal dabbed her fingers on his scar and starts to rub her fingertips on it. "He's the CEO of an international company. He travels around and stuff." He shared, even though she didn't ask.   "So he has no time for you?" Her question came out as a whisper. He let out a small smirk. "Never did." "Oh" she said. "I'm sorry" "But yet he still manages to control me." He whispered to himself but Krystal heard him.   They were quiet for a few minutes. Krystal finished applying the cream on his scar and now starts to proceed to take care of the region around his