The same day
3:00 PM

Cold breeze was blowing. It was a quite sad, dim and shadowy atmosphere.
Suhyeon, with a deeply melancholic state of mind, was sitting on a bench in the footpath under the tree.

"People are so innocent; They only see me as a bad person, but not the reason that made me bad."
She was talking to herself, Consoling and wiping her tears all by herself, for she had no one by her side.
She takes out a picture of her dead mom from her pocket.
"You left me mom. If you were here, I would be very much of a good person.."

Something inside her was broken. Everything in her was broken.

"Does that even make sense for me to live?"

She stood up, and stepped towards the road.
It was a bad decision off course,
But she was fed up. Fed up of everything, everyone.

In the middle of the road, She stood, with small drop of tears rolling down her cheeks.

As it happened, a car on it's way saw her standing on the road, and applies the break;
But, it was, unfortunately too late.
She got hitted by the car.
The driver was shocked. He got off his car and checked on her.

She was in her half consciousness.
"Namjoon?!"
And she lost her sense.
Namjoon was on his way returning to home, He was the one who mistakenly did this.

He remember the incident happened at the cafe. It was hard to forgive her. But it didn't cost her life though.
He then picks her up and leads his way to the hospital.

Trauma Center,
Seoul National University Hospital
3:45 PM

Namjoon approached to the staffs at the hospital, And they quickly took her to the doctor.

Her treatment was going on. It was taking so much time for the doctors to come out.

Namjoon was so worried. He sat on the chairs.

"How can I do this?" He felt bad about her,
"I hope she'll be fine."

In the meantime, His phone began to ring.

"이를 (Ireul)"

"Hello?" He said with very low voice.

"Hi! Why is your voice too low? Anyway, are you free at 4:00PM? Shall we meet again?"

"Ah, I'm at the hospital."

"What?", Ireul was so surprised, "But why? w-what happened?!"

"Actually, I by mistake hit someone, the one who misbehaved with you at the caf-"

"Hello! Namjoon? Can you hear me?" She was literally shouting. She was very worried.

"Um yeah?"
He looked at his phone.
"Hell why? Why it has to die now? I'm doomed today!"

And the call then hanged up.

This made Ireul worry even more than before. She took a taxi and rushed to the hospital.
She had mistaken that it was Namjoon who is admitted at the hospital.

She reached there.
"Excuse me? May I ask whether Namjoon came here?"

"Please wait miss, let me check."
"Ah no, there aren't any patient named Namjoon."

"Oh?" She was so confused.

The staff then remembered.
"Ah excuse me! Are you looking for Kim Namjoon? Yes he did come, everyone was so shocked seeing him here."

"Ah yes! Where can I find him?"

"Sorry but, are you a fan?"

"I'm not a fan. I'm his friend."

"Oh okay, Room 203."
"And, He's not a patient. He did come with a patient."

But Ireul had left by then.

The doctor finally came outside.

"How is she?" Namjoon stood up and approached him.

"She's totally fine. They were just some minor wounds. Thanks to you that you were on your senses and applied the breaks, or she might've died by now.
Anyway, She's also gradually coming in her senses. You can meet her."

"Oh, okay. Thank you so much!"

He entered the room. Suhyeon layed on the bed, trying to come to her senses.
He sat beside her.

"Hey! Are you okay?"

She saw him, and couldn't stop herself from getting up.

"Ah wait.." Namjoon helped her straight her body and sit in a comfortable way.

"Namjoon," She smiled, "Thank you."

"It's alright. But what made you do so? You didn't came in the middle of the road by mistake, for sure."

It changed her mood again.
"That," She was a little hesitatant about it, "There's something that broke me inside. That's why, I had no choice."

"But nothing can be hurtful than taking your own life.." Namjoon tried to convince her, "What did you think? It'll be alright after that? Killing yourself is not a solution, ever. Please be strong. I know you can do this.."

While Namjoon was busy counseling her, She saw Ireul approaching towards the room far away.
She looked at Namjoon while he was talking. And within the blink of eye, She hugged him, and began rolling tears.

"Thank you, Joon. I apologize for whatever I did in the cafe that day."

As it happened, Ireul entered the room at the same time. She saw them. It hurted her. Even she was shocked.

"It's okay. It's Alright. Please be strong."
Namjoon caressed her hair.

She then waited outside untill they break the hug,
Then she knocks the door,

"Oh Ireul!" Suhyeon acted as if she didn't saw her here.
Namjoon looked back.

"Oh you came! I knew you would!" Namjoon smiled.

Ireul, with her down face,
"Oh it was you then, I thought it was Namjoon."

"Ireul-ah, about that meet-up at 4:00 pm, you said,..”
Namjoon just began to talk to her, while she cuts his words,

“Well sorry I'm a little busy for now, I can't meet you today.”

“Oh..” Namjoon looked bewildered.

“I'll be leaving then.” She said,
“Please get well soon.” She smiled and patted Suhyeon's shoulder, and left.

“Okay so, Shall I inform your parents?” Namjoon asked.

“No need” She said.

“But as parents, they have to know about this.”

“The don't have to. I can take care of myself by my own.”

“But-”

“I said don't.” Suhyeon didn't wanted her parents to know about this. For she would be more troubled then.

“Oh okay then, I'll get going. Feel free to call me whenever you need anything.”

“Okay. Thank you so much.”

Namjoon smiled and then left.

“I'm sorry, Namjoon. But for the diary is the only belonging my mom had left, I have to find it anyway. That's why, I have to put you on stake. I hope you understand someday.”
She felt very bad for him. She didn't want to spoil his life, but she was helpless.

Namjoon rushed looking for Ireul, and finally found her.

“Ireul-ah!” He called her.

Ireul, who was walking away with a dim face, suddenly had to put up a smile, even if it's fake.
She turned behind.

“Ireul-ah, perhaps are you mad at me for I hanged up your call?” He asked worriedly, “Sorry, but my phone died. I couldn't do anything.”

Ireul smiled gently,
“I'm not angry. I'm just really busy. I really am.”
She made him believe to it, and left.

It still bothered him. He didn't know what and why was he worrying about her too much.