"her name is Rosie"

since when he knew my name?

---

"she was having a sudden business and had to go in a hurry"
he continued again followed by his friends nod.

"aigo jeonggukie.. you are very difficult of introducing women to us. my name is Jimin."
a man in black shirt beside me give his hand to shake.

though initially hesitant, I greeted the handshake. then three men who previously surrounded his bed also approached me to introduce themselves.
Namjoon, Jin and Hoseok.

"Rosie? remind me of someone.."
Namjoon said looking thoughtful.

"nugu yah?"
Jin and Hoseok asked curiously.

the question wasn't answered because the next second a nurse came in and distracted them. I used the opportunity to hurry away from the room.
not a wise choice to spend too much time there. they shouldn't know me as much as I don't know them.

at ten past fifteen minutes and finally I'm sure there's no one else in the room besides him. the hanging nameplate on the bed is occupied.

Name: Jeon Jeongguk
Age: 27
Diet: -

my guess didn't slip too far. our age is the same even though I'm half a year older than him.

he was standing near the window and his gaze fixed on the scene in front of him.

"you are still here?"

"how can you know my name?"

"who else would sign the letter of liability if not you?"

"your name really is not like korean people in general..." he continued again.

"Park Chaeyoung"
he looked at me when I said my real name.

"Park Chaeyoung? so what is that 'Rosie' nickname?"

I chuckled.
"jongmal,, whatever my nickname comes from is not important to discuss."

the fact that Rosie is a nickname given from my real father. he really likes roses. he used to have a florist while he was alive. even supposedly, only the nearest person who used to call me Rosie like Tae called me that nickname.

"I will ask to go home tomorrow."
he continued again.

"is not it 2 days anymore?"

"I have a lot to do, I cant do much thing in here."

"I can get you the things you need in the apartment."

he brought his face close enough to allow me to see my reflection in his brown eyes.

"that's not what I mean."

I can't control my fast pounding heart.

"what do i need to know about Rosie? besides she didn't leave the emergency number to be contacted?"
he said just passed to his bed.

"because in fact there is no number that can be contacted."

"so it's not because you're not bothered with my condition?"

"if that's my reason, there's no way I'm willing to sign that letter."

he nodded his head.
"you are one of the most mysterious women I've ever met"

"being mysterious is indeed much profitable." I replied, staring back at him.

"because?"

"because if I go one day, you will not be able to find me."
he laughed at my statement in the middle of his attempt to lie down on the bed.

"and do you think I will find you?"
the questions he raised sounded similar to mockery.

"aniyo, facts when it's not until two weeks I'm gone, you've found someone to replace me"
he laughed again.

"ahh,, its strange, we just know our names but it seems you already know me very much."

"but you will never know me further," I said, helping him to shift the pillow he was using.

"you never know my ability to find information about someone, right?" although it sounded quite calm, there was confidence in his words.

"I doubt you will waste your time just to find out about me, believe me, nothing interesting about my life."

"you're right, better like this"

"that's right."

"but, in my opinion... there must be a lot of interesting things about you," which he said made my heart pound again.
stop it. this is not the right reaction I show for his words.

"maybe we can be friends?" he asked again as I began to lay my body on the couch.

"maybe."

---

his condition that night was much better than the night before. although his temperature had increased but by the morning he will gradually normal.

the doctor agrees with his proposal to continue home care the next day on condition that he must regularly take the medication and eat only soft foods for a while.

we arrived at apartment 999 at 10o'clock in the morning and the atmosphere that greeted us exactly as we left this apartment that night. lots of stuff scattered. his shirt and socks were still hanging by the bed.

I saw he shook his head to find chaos in his apartment. then he tried to grab some of his clothing scattered but eventually I preceded him.

"I'll help you, you can sit down."
I said as I passed and started collecting things.

"I think this time I'll have to pay you more." he murmured with a small laugh.

hearing what he said, my body reflexes to stop what I was doing and looked at him upset. he looked surprised by the reaction I showed him.

"I guess you dont like that statement?"
he asked hesitantly, trying to find an answer to my face expression.

"is everything I do always have to value with money?"

"if it's not for the money, it's impossible for you to spend your time and energy with me."
this time he sounded like he didn't want to lose.

"think what you want to think."
I said as I continued what I was doing.

"do you think you have the right to be angry about this?"
his voice still sounded even though I had entered into the bathroom. there's no point arguing with him. what he says is true. our relationship is based on money.

I was surprised to find him standing right in front of the bathroom door. he stood right in front of me staring at me as if waiting for an answer. we just kept silent as if waiting for one of us to say the next sentence. which he did next succeeded in making me lose in the real sense.

he pulled me in a hug and then kiss my lips as if giving answers to what we were arguing about.

at first I didn't reply but what he did managed to make my arm wrapped around his back. I feel the breath of his breath that is getting heavier. his kiss ends and he even has to support his body on the wall so he can stay in his position.

"gwaenchana?"
I began to worry about seeing him trying to catch his breath.

"damn it, its just kissing but my stamina is gone like this"
he laughs laughing at his situation though obviously there is no reluctance to admit that he has not fully recovered.

"dont think much about things that are not important, you better take a rest."
I tried to push his body to walk to bed. he finally gave up and started lying down even though still in a sitting pose sitting facing the tv.

I prepared a glass of water and a medicine to drink on a small table near where he lay.

"dont forget to take a medicine."
he seemed to ignore my message and was busy replacing the tv channel in front of him. I grabbed my bag and hurried out of this room. I'm very late for my shift at the Bakery.

"are you coming back tonight?" his voice came back just before I stepped out of the apartment.

"10 o'clock"

"see you later"

"annyeong" I said, closing the door.

---

thirty minutes had passed from 10 o'clock and there was no sign that the door ahead was about to open.

red light emergency alert was done was still on. I will never stop cursing myself.

no matter how many tears flowed, I still wouldnt be able to change the fact that this was all my fault.

this afternoon, someone whom I recognized as my neighbor came to me in the Bakery told me that my mother's condition was serious. the fact I found was much worse than the description he gave.

I saw with my own eyes she was terained on the floor of the kitchen was holding her bleeding stomach that doesnt stop. a knife wasnt far from where she was unconscious.

I want to scream at all the people who fill the front of my house just to watch what happens. they do nothing and just watch the my mother dying.

they are all equally useless with that jerk I believe are someone behind this.

this is my fault.
if only I hadn't left my mother alone for days without news, if only I were at home, and if I hadn't started that damned job... all this would never happen.

if only i didnt get there sooner maybe eomma.....

"everything will be fine, chaeyoungie.."
I felt his hand clasped my hand tightly. he again tried to calm me.

heard what he said, my tears more unbearable. he grabbed my head and buried my face in his chest.

"everything will be fine, believe me."
I really want to believe what Taehyung is saying now.

eomma.. hang on for me. what should I do without you..?