GOOOOOD MOOOORNING ^^. hehehe :D Yayay an update for you guys today :D

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Once I was done with work, I made my way to the hospital.

It's been several days after he had woken up from his coma, and I'd come to visit him only after work.

I skipped all the way to his ward.

Mr and Mrs Lee were there, and they were talking to Appa.

They spoke softly, I couldn't here anything they were saying.

When they saw me at the door, they immediately stopped talking.

"Annyeong~" I greeted them, then going to Appa's side.

Mr and Mrs Lee seemed to be forcing smiles at me.

I turned to Appa and he seemed to be doing the same.

"What's wrong? What were you all dicsussing before?" I asked.

"It's nothing Jiyoung," Appa replied.

I nodded, not satisfied with the answer.

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After visiting Appa, me, Mr and Mrs Lee went home.

The whole ride home was filled with the uncomfortable silence, just like in the hospital.

Usually we'd all be talking and laughing and all that, but today was just.. weird.

"Is there something wrong?" I asked, trying to break the silence.

I saw Mrs Lee turn to look at Mr Lee, but none of them answered.

What was going on here?

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I sat in the living room, watching some old movie on the TV.

I wasn't really watching, I was just dazing off.

I felt as though they were hiding something from me.

Something big, but I didn't know what it was.

"Could you like, turn the TV off?" somebody asked from behind, pulling me out of my thoughts.

It was Kiseop. I turned around.

"Why?" 

"It's noisy, and I can't sleep," he answered.

"Psh, it's not even loud," I pointed out.

"Just turn it off." 

I rolled my eyes and turned back and continued 'watching' the TV. 

Bad-Kiseop-Mode activated.

"Am I talking in some language you don't know? I said, turn the TV off," he said, talking really slowly, as if talking to somebody stupid.

I ignored him, I was already pissed off.

Suddenly the screen went black, and then I realised he had turned it off.

I stood up and faced him.

"What's wrong with you? The TV isn't even loud, I don't think you can even hear it from your room! What's wrong with everybody today huh?" I was really angry now, and I just lost it.

He rolled his eyes and went upstairs back to his room.

My face felt hot, I felt as though I needed to calm down.

I went outside, the backyard, and sat on the cool grass.

It was cold outside, but I didn't care anymore.

I felt my tears wet my cheeks.

I wiped them away.

Why did it feel as though something bad was going to happen?