Signals
Four

Ki remained silent.

"joong ki... What if the ahjussi you attacked doesn't have hair?? What are you gonna pull out of his bald head??? Ahahahahahaha..!!!!" hae jin Samchon laughed as he held his own hair.

Ki just turned his head for a moment to hae jin samchon's face..

Which happens next..

Hae jin Samchon stopped laughing suddenly because the one who was invited to laugh just put on a flat look, and they kept quiet until they reached home.

A simple house located in the corner of Daejeon city. Hae jin samchon and Ki enter the house..

There is nothing special in there.only two small rooms, one small dining room, a kitchen that is also small..imagine how small the house is and how narrow it is in there.

But not for joong ki..

The house was a world to him.

Hae jin samchon prepares a bibimbap for their dinner..

Joong ki ate voraciously..

Eat by eating normal people.rapi without mess here..

I used to wash my own dishes.

"listen.I'm going to work tonight, so stay home while I work, arachi?" hae jin samchon.

"ne.samchon.." replied ki

"chotta." said hae jin samchon.

After hae jin samchon left.

Ki went into his room.. Lying on his bed without turning on the lights.

That's how many years we spent in the flat'an..

Just sitting pensively under the trees ..looking at the sky and occasionally he attacked a middle-aged man.ah..but many times I gave up an old man..

Fortunately, all of the men did not suffer any serious injuries..

Ever once upon a time..Joong ki was arrested for assaulting someone, but then ki was released because hae jin samchon brought documents from a psychiatric doctor that ki had schizophrenia and was still under the supervision of the doctor.

Hae jin samchon once asked about the fact that schizophrenics should not have the potential to harm others.The doctor just said that to explain it they need to undergo a series of tests on themselves joong ki.

But I don't know.the price is so expensive. Say hae jin samchon.

We cry in silence.. Without knowing what he really felt at the time..

Pain.sad.very deep wounds.anger.disappointed..poor.. And a lot of other things are in there..

In the brain ki..

In nerves that are impaired health..

Ki sighed deeply..

Tears dripped from the corners of his eyes and melted warmly on both sides of his cheeks..

Even in silence or in crowds..

Many conversations are heard in our ears.

Illusions.and delusions are getting worse..

Insanity to me

Raga who got the answer

Of real irony

Which is uncertain of its existence

So who am I??

Just...

Someone in fragility..

Author's Pov

Days changed.month passed..

Until the second semester was over.Kyo's condition remained unchanged..

"kyo'ah.dosen kim is looking for you.. Come to his room." explained one of kyo's classmates.

"ne.gomawo.." said kyo.

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"kyo'sii..what is this????" said lecturer kim upon arrival kyo in the lecturer room kim.

Kyo noticed the numbers lined up vertically in a print out.

Its value.

Kyo breathed a heavy breath.

"kyo'ssi..you occupied the highest position during the entrance exam, and everything was fine in semester one.but, what is this??" kim asked for an explanation.

"joeseonghamnida.." - lirih kyo.

"mwoga?what's the point of you apologizing to me? It's about you.. About your future.. If you maintain your value alone you can not.then will you ruin the health of your patients later if you have graduated??"

Kyo remained silent.

"ah.I'm not even sure you can graduate with your extraordinary grades" said lecturer Kim.

Red kyo cheeks are extinguished.

"finish what's your problem and learn well." said professor Kim.

"ne.I understand.." said kyo.

Talks over.

Kyo walked out of the lecturer room.. His mind drifted into something very complicated..

The real kyo doesn't know what it is.

"yya. I don't even understand what my problem is.." kyo grumbled to herself.

Kyo's pov

This strange feeling just came without me noticing.I don't stand in the right place.. Like having what is not mine..

"kyo'ah.surrender for a moment" he muttered as he walked in gontai steps.