The Nightmare!

His eye showed concern, fear and emotion which I can't read.

"Hey! What are you doing here? I mean, how come you are here this late?" I asked nervously. I felt butterflies in my tummy.

He... He was lowering himself. I moved a few steps back. And he looked a little confused but that expression got replaced by shock and then nervousness. I think he was not in the right state of his mind then. Maybe because of that talk with Hee-Ji.

He straightened himself and tried to look calm and composed.

"Sorry. I didn-" He tried to apologize but I cut him off.

"You shouldn't be apologizing. Sorry, but I heard you and Hee-Ji talking. Sorry, I eavesdropped on your talk but it wasn't intentional." I was sorry and I meant it.

"That's not your fault. Maybe I was not capable enough." He sounded so sad and heartbroken. He took a step ahead but his legs were wiggling. And he got to his side.

I saw that the car was not there. Maybe it belonged to someone else. Then a thought hit me hard. Is he drunk?

He stood there leaning on the pole weakly.

"Am I that bad?" He sounded almost crying.

"Nope. She is the one who doesn't deserve you. You shouldn't be sorry or something. You deserve someone better and the one who really cares about you." I said in a low voice. I wanted him to realize that, that Hee-Ji is no one in front of the one who loves and cares about him.

He looked at me and I felt bad looking at his vulnerable state.

"Should I drop you home?" I asked as I neared him.

"No, no, no. I will go be my-" and he was about to collapse but I caught him.

"Just look at yourself. See how much wasted you are. And talking about going all by yourself. Just keep your ego aside and let me help you." I said as I helped him stand on his legs which were wobbling. Drastically.

He just looked at me with a face that was shouting innocence. He was throwing puppy eyes like a 6-years old, telling momma to buy ice cream.

He looked cute. Yes, looked. Because just now he is looking again all sad and depressed.

I walked him home and on the way did some illogical and childish talks to keep him distracted.

Now I am on the way to my house. But all I am feeling is bad for Guk-Du. If I kept on thinking about their relationship, I am sure that it would only result me in speaking some curses for Hee-Ji.

I am not a person who uses foul language but when I speak there's no way that they are going to be simple. I speak seeing what a person deserves, and the rest depends on my emotional level. I am feeling a bit down and want to cry but that thing will not come that easily. I want to cry but my cold and insensitive side is not letting me. So, only one option. To resume the emotional drama I was watching but stopped due to workload.

And on top of that, it's a Sunday tomorrow. So there is a determination in me to cry today. But here I am, laughing at my thoughts. You need some entertainment also, right?

So what was the name of the drama again? Umm, yes. The penthouse. But I am on season 2. And I hate two characters but no hate for the actors.

And like this, my whole way went by remembering season 1 of the drama. Murder, murder and murder. Mystery, mystery and mystery. Emotional, emotional and emotional. That's all it got and that's all I want.

I am finally home and milk there is no need now. The headache was long gone. But now what is left is excitement and suspense. Who was the girl that was lying half dead on the stairs? Who killed her? Wasn't Oh Yoon-He dead? Why am I even wasting my time thinking all this when I can just watch it? Stupid me.

I feel like a murderer after watching these. And all my mind thinks is about the characters. Both, that died and that killed. What can a poor soul like me do now? I am a drama sucker. And those dramas that catch my interest are so dead. But again, I watch them in a gap of 2-3 days.

What can I do I got work to do. Don't you have one? I mean everyone has, so that makes no difference.

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It's already midnight, and I have no plans to sleep but my body is aching from sitting in one position for so long. There are traces of dried tears on my cheek which are making my skin tight and crumbled.

I don't want to sleep but at the same time, I am all tired. I only got to watch 3 episodes. Aa haa!

But I am thankful for that because if eomma was here then there was no chance would have been watching TV till this late. Now I am sleepy.

I flopped onto my bed and pulled the covers to get some warmth and without knowing I fell into a deep slumber. And that nightmare it's long forgotten.