A storm was brewing in Kyung-Soo's mind. It had been brewing for the past few days. He just needed some peace and for that peace, he needed his sleep. But he could not do that. Whenever he would try to sleep his mind would run back to what happened on Monday.
He was tired, angry, sad, annoyed, and with constant shouting of Young-Chul was getting furious. He didn't want to talk to anyone. He didn't want to listen to anyone. He didn't want to look at anyone. His old wounds flared up with Bong's words and he needed to be alone. He thought that was the best for everyone.
Kyung-Soo's feet were hanging down the bed whereas his body was resting on the bed. He just wanted to go to sleep. But Young-Chul kept shouting at him asking what was wrong with him. He wished he knew that answer.
"Tell me what is bothering you," demanded Young-Chul.
"Let me sleep," groaned Kyung-Soo.