you and yedam were in the living room, watching some random kdrama because there were no horror movies or something else other than kdramas.

"i love this part." yedam whispers as he hugs his teddy bear tighter.

"how many times have you watched this?" you asked.

"maybe about twenty to thirty times? i don't know, it's just a soft kdrama."

"why do you like kdramas so much?"

"maybe because i'm desperate to feel loved. i've never felt it."

you look down at the floor, feeling a bit bad because you asked yedam a question that you never knew had a very sensitive answer.

suddenly, he turns off the television and turns to face you. he crossed his legs and placed his bear in front of him. you did the same so the both of you will be facing each other.

"why did you turn the tv off?"

"since you told me your about your life earlier, i thought that i should share mine with you as well."

"yedam, if you're not comfortable about telling to me, it's o-"

"no, i want to tell you actually."

"oh, okay. go on, i'll listen." you pulled the blanket closer to you, putting yourself into a comfortable position.

"i was born into a family not so wealthy but i wouldn't say that we were poor. i was raised as an only child so it was kinda lonely and boring. i had friends as a kid, but we moved to a different house and i found it hard to make friends within the new neighborhood. everything was going pretty well i guess. that was until that thing happened. i was around seven and i just left school. on the way home, while walking, i saw my father with a different woman. they were walking towards our house as well. i don't know but i felt scared so i hid on one of our neighbors bushes. then after a few minutes, i just left the bush then silently walked to our house. i was about to open the door but i felt too scared. i could hear the woman making noises and i knew it was wrong. then the both of them went upstairs, and i went in the house. my father knew i was home so he entered my room and told me not to leave unless he says so. it kept going on for months. sometimes, i would arrive home, seeing them together on the couch. my father always told me not to tell my mom if i wanted our family to stay together. months kept on passing by until i decided to tell my mom. they fought and i heard their whole conversation. they broke up, got divorced and i stayed with my mom. she remarried to a man i don't like that much. he was rich, but his money never got me to like him. he's paying for my school tuition right now including this apartment. he actually was supposed to give me a condominium unit but i said no. i have a step sister but i haven't met her yet, i don't feel like wanting to meet her. they're in daegu. but just want my family back. i miss the warmth of my parents hugging me. i miss hearing their cheerful voices whenever we went to take park or just spent time together. i miss everything."

yedam looks down, trying his best not to shed a tear. you gave yedam a soft hug, and he hugs back.

"i'm sorry to hear that." you said, pulling away from the hug.

"nah, it's okay. i'm just scared that you'll leave me too." yedam said, murmuring the last sentence.

"what?"

"nothing, i said do you want to go out?"

"oh, uh, sure. but yedam, my clothes are still next door. do you think we can get the landlady to open it just so i can take my things out?"

"let's go talk to the landlady later, you can borrow my clothes for now." yedam said, standing up from the couch, still holding his teddy bear.