"Keep the cast dry, moisture can weaken the plaster and may cause skin irritation. If you're bathing or showering use two layers of plastic to cover it up. Avoid dirt, sand, or powder getting inside the cast. It's normal to itch, but don't stick any sort of thing inside the cast or apply powder or whatsoever. If it becomes unbearable contact the doctor as soon as you can. Don't try to trim or cut the cast by yourself. Inspect your skin regularly, if it swells contact the doctor, and if you find the cast breaking then also contact the doctor. Exercise your finger daily to reduce stiffness and remember to keep your hand above your hand while sleeping." The nurse informed us. After two painful days, I was finally getting discharged. A while ago I changed my clothes and now was sitting in a wheelchair.

"I keep that in mind." My dad replied.

"That's it, you can leave. Hopefully, see you after five weeks." With this, she left the leaving me and dad alone. My eyes unconsciously went towards the now-empty bed. As if he wasn't here in the first place, all his belongs including him was gone. He got discharged before me, while I was sleeping he left.

"Let's go." Dad's voice broke my trance, I nodded and he started to push the wheelchair. I didn't bother to look at my surrounding, somehow I kept fidgeting my finger or the hem of my skirt. Since my leg was fractured I was required to wear skirts or shorts, and luckily I had some. Soon we reached the parking of the hospital, dad stop in front of our car and put the small rifle back at the back. Then he opened the passenger door and carried me, making me sit on the passenger seat.

"Are you alright? Any discomfort?" He asked and I shook my head in denial. After closing the door and putting the wheelchair at the back and he started the car. I diverted my attention from my hand to the open air. I took a deep breath, finally something else than disinfectant air.

I leaned back on my seat, a sigh of relief left from my mouth. My eyes fell on my dad, this thought was in the back of my mind. The way he's reacting to this whole situation is very suspicious. As I said before, this is not how he behaved.

"It must have cost too much, hospital and medical bills and on top, I was in a suite." I broke the silence.

"Actually..." He trailed, hesitant ing to speak further. "It was Mr. Park's request to pay all expenses." He chose his words carefully, I could sense that.

"Oh, then it's okay." Again that think unsettling silence filled the air.

"I'm sorry." My voice barely managed to leave my mouth.

"Why are you sorry Yejin?"

"I must have disappointed you a lot, and all this-" I stopped my sentence, what am I supposed to say. Sure, he's no fool. He understood what's happening. But I just can't speak that in front of him, I could never.

"It's okay. You didn't disappoint me. It wasn't your fault you met an accident. Please don't think like that." He softly said, his one hand caressing my head. I looked at him who was focusing on driving.

"Now, what would you like to eat. Anything in mind?" He asked while smiling, tone cheerful and happy. His eyes crinkled when he smiled. I was too stunned by his sudden change of mood, but more stunned because I saw him smile. I didn't know if it was genuine or not but he smiled. The last time I saw him smiling was when I and Sungo's family arranged a surprise date for him and mom. That was the time we saw mom for the last time, and it was four years ago.

"Yejin?" His voice brought me back on earth.

"Huh? Why-"

"Don't you get sick of hearing hospital food?"

"But it was just for two days. It's okay, I'm fine."

"Yejin, I'm trying to cheer your mood. It won't be enough knowing whatever is going on, but at least I can try." He sighed.

"Mom's Touch." I replied while looking down.

"Mom's Touch is it."

After a while, dad stopped his car. I saw a red signboard while dad park the car at the proper spot.

"Wanna eat here or takeout?" He asked.

"Takeout."

"Okay."

"Dad remember-"

"No tomatoes. I know." He once again smiled and leave the car, leaving me alone. As soon I was alone, my mind again filled with thoughts that I want to keep away from me. There were many things, and now one more thing was added. I sighed, my right hand covering my face while I took deep breaths, trying to hold myself.

I badly need to take off my mind- oh I can. I looked back, my phone was in that duffle back. Slowly I reached for it, it was kinda difficult but I took it out from the small compartment. Lucky I forgot my phone at home that day. I switch it on, it has been two days since I checked my phone, I've to take those medications frequently and because of them, I was sleeping most of the time.

As soon as my phone switched on, lots notification of notifications popped on my screen. At first, I was confused but then I realized, they all somehow got my number on my socials. No matter how much I try to escape this, I can't.

There were many messages, but only on twitter and messenger. Only these social of mine are known to the public. With many debates to myself, I opened messenger. Sooner or later I'm going to face all this. Maybe not today, but five weeks later or maybe eight weeks later I'm still going to that school, for at least five months until the semester gets over.

With a heavy heart and anxious feeling, I checked my messages. No message from any of my friends- or should I say, ex-friends? There were many unknown messages, someone was calling me a cheater while some were calling me names like bitch, slut, and whore. And to be honest, those words said by unknown people didn't hurt me.
Maybe, because I know deserve all this after what I've done. I sighed again, and hold my phone properly, it was hard to operate the phone from one hand. Unknowingly my finger tapped on his contact, opening out chats. My eyes read our last chats, three days ago- from the day he visited me.

Squishy:
Good morning!

Bless your eyes baby

Are you coming to school
today?

You! Yes you

You better come to school!

I missed you

Hello?

You there? Sleeping?

You're not coming then-

The school will suck today

I'll miss you

Take care okay

Or I will not kiss you

Bye, I'll start getting ready
for school

And don't put them on
wallpaper no matter
how cute I look

Here is your new wallpaper

oops, wrong image~

Ehheheheheheehe

I will wait for your reaction

Lmao I can imagine your wide
eyes and red cheeks

Fuck! I need to go

Bye!

And Yejin, I love you

I think I'm self-obsessed

But I think I should be

I'm Park Jimin-

Okay bye I need to go

But at the same, I don't wanna
leave, even tho you're not
here.

Bye, this is for real okay.

***

This was the last chat, I remember how I didn't reply to him. I chuckle left from my mouth, he was so cute. At the same time, my heart shattered knowing how I lose him. Tears made their way out of my eyes, and it didn't take much time for me to break into sobs. Eyes closed as my mouth let out whimpers of pain.

My eyes opened as I heard the car door openings. I put my phone in the car and wiped my tears. I looked at Dad who was looking at me, a worried look on his face. He surely understood, that's why he just sat inside.

"Let's go." He announced softly as he started the car. I nodded and kept looking outside, busy in my thoughts. Soon we reached our apartment. He walked out and helped me sit in the wheelchair. Gradually we reached the lift, a good thing our apartment has one. And by now I was in front of my apartment, my eyes fell on Sungo's apartment. I don't know why I was expecting him and Yoora to stand outside and surprise me like they usually do.

Oh, I forgot. Yoora is not my friend anymore.

I tried hard to let out a bitter chuckle. I'm not blaming her, she has all right to end a friendship with me, it's not like we're bonded or something. She has her principles and thinking. I'm not angry at all, just disappointing. Why did I expect her to stay with me even though I knew I was wrong here. But again, if it was Yoora who have done this, I won't hesitate to break things off.

"Here." Dad carefully picked me up and made me sit on the sofa. He opened the burger packet and went to the kitchen just to bring back a couple of plates.

"Eat, then I'll order dinner. What would you like to have?" He asked while taking out his phone- my eyes widened.

"Dad my phone- it's in the car-"

"You're not allowed to have a phone for a while. Stay away from it." He announced.

"But-"

"I said what I said. Stay away from negativity." His voice was stern, and I just nodded.

"But since you have to spend a month at home, I've ordered some new art supplies for you. Some canvas and new paints, charcoal, brushes, and paint spatula." He spoke while eating his burger.

"W-What?"

"Yeah, you need some time to pass right? You can paint with your right hand, right?"

"Yes, I can." I was once again in shock.
"But I don't charcoal drawing." I replied.

"You don't know charcoal drawing?" He asked in surprise. And I nodded my head in denial.

"Don't worry, I'll teach you. I was a master in it when I was in high school. I've taken a leave from office, so it will be fine." He informed.

"Okay," I replied. "But dad, why are you doing all this?" I asked him at last. I couldn't keep this inside me.

"Doing what?"

"You're behaving odd, you're smiling, you're buying art supplies for me, you're not angry or disappointed, you didn't scold me for creating this drama. For three days, you didn't even say anything when you find I've a boyfriend. Why? You were supposed to yell at me, or tell me how disappointing you are or anything but not this." I asked, his face sadden.

"Yejin," he trailed after a while. "There is something I wanted to talk about for a month." The seriousness in his voice scared me.

What does he want to talk about?

***
A/N

What does her dad wanna talk about?

The next chapter will be angst- I hope.

Anyways, 8 chapters remaining (excluding epilogue, outro, bonus, and spin-off of the trailer)

The book will hopefully end on 13th January (on my birthday) but for that, I need to update daily. And for that I need motivation.

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I kinda like the text part, he's so cute.

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