You wouldn’t leave your room for the
next few weeks. You didn’t want to eat or shower or talk to anyone. You only
woke up to avoid the headaches you get from sleeping too much.
Somehow, you knew it was entirely your fault. If you hadn’t gone with Chan Woo, if you hadn’t defied your brother’s
orders, he would still be alive right now.
You would still have your oppa…
It killed you every day that you had
killed your own brother.
You hated how the gang was so nice
to you. They tried to comfort you and cracked lame jokes and brought you food
as if you deserved their love. Couldn’t they tell what a monster you were? How
could they be so kind to someone who killed their own brother? You hated it so
much that every time someone tried to enter your room or talk to you, you would
throw a fit and fling stuff at them.