The Demon
The Part 22

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The hospital looks very busy tonight. Ambulance comes continuously at the same time.

The victim of a bus accident that took a lot of casualties was immediately rushed to the hospital.

Not forgetting the collision experienced by Jihoon.

With a limping step Jihoon helped the nurse push the victim's bed.

The man screamed in pain at his feet. His gray jeans were filled with blood. The position of the foot that is overlaid by a large motor with a hot exhaust makes the kainny burn to the skin.

Jihoon cried watching the man's state. Feeling so stupid and guilty.

He should have slammed the steering wheel in the opposite direction, so as not to cause any other casualties.

Only Jihoon should have been injured tonight. Not that guy.

A hand tugged at Jihoon's shoulder, the chubby youth turned around and looked straight at the body before him.

"Young."

Daniel smiled, trying to calm the man down.

"We treat your wound first."

"But what about him? H-"

"The doctor will do his best for him. His parents will come. Come on." Daniel said as he pulled Jihoon's arm away from the operating room.

Daniel takes Jihoon to ugd. Asking some nurses to give Jihoon first aid immediately.

Seeing the red liquid coming from Jihoon's shirt, the nurse immediately tore his shirt using scissors, seeing how severe the wound was obtained by Jihoon.

"The wound isn't very deep, but it has to be stitched. Lie down first." said the nurse, she got up from her seat, stepped into the room she knew; jihoon did not care about the room.

Daniel helps Jihoon lie down, the sound of pain ringing is heard so clearly in Daniel's ear as Jihoon's body is laid down.

"Is it so painful?"

Jihoon nodded his head.

"Very.. Hyung, have you contacted my family?" Jihoon asked and was taken in by Daniel in response.

"I contacted him a few times but they didn't pick him up."

Jihoon exhaled his coarse breath.

He knew this would happen, and his father ignored him.

Jihoon did not know where his fault lay until his father had so neglected his whereabouts.

"Jy.."

Jihoon turned his head as Daniel called his name.

"What happened to you, why did you get into an accident like this?"

"I had a fight with my father. That guy's... Matching Nakyung with Woojin."

"Hngg? Doesn't your father know that you like Nakyung?"

Jihoon exhaled through his nose. Then his eyes closed. His head suddenly ached in memory of what happened a few hours ago, and he began to be reluctant to discuss it.

It hurts too much to remember.

Tap, tap, tap

The sound of footsteps rang out quite loudly in Jihoon's ear; teasing the black mane mane from his chicken's sleep.

"Ahjussi."

It was Daniel's voice, Jihoon slowly opened his eyelids. His brown pupils widened perfectly looking at the sturdy silhouette with his black suit still wrapping neatly around his body.

"Aeboji?!"

the figure of a jet-black-haired old man with his breath cut off like running a marathon; in fact, Mr. Park did run a marathon after getting word if his son had an accident, until he forgot his son and wife who were left behind him.

"Aeboji, what's wrong"

"Daniel, where's Woojin?" mr. Park asked to turn his attention to the wide-shouldered man.

Jihoon's voice choked in his throat, the pain that several hours felt was throbbing again.

But this time it hurt a lot more.

As salt was sprinkled on his wide gaping wound.

Jihoon had just been happy to see his father come to see him in the hospital. He thought his father could look at him like this.

However, it was as if it had been flown aloft by a hope, but it was suddenly dropped roughly, deep into the hot core of the earth.

His father managed to get him hurt deeper.

"Opa?!"

Sungwon ran over to Jihoon, scattering in his arms.

"Awwi let go of Park Sungwon, my body still hurts."

Mr. Park distracts him and he is stunned to see Jihoon lying on the ward with his arms bandaged nicely by the nurse.

He realized that Jihoon was there. Injured by accident.

Exhaling his breath violently. He was too blind to see Jihoon.

"Parent Park Woojin?"

Mr. Park immediately turned his body around. "Yes me." He said after his eyes noticed an old man with clear glasses fighting in his nose and also the white coat that became his identity as a doctor.

"Um sure."

The old doctor stepped first, followed by Mr. Park after he said goodbye to his wife.

Leaving his wife with Jihoon in the ugd room.

•••

That night was the toughest night for Jihoon.

Both of the victims' parents came. They were furious, cursing Jihoon with the various sprawl he had.

The man Jihoon hit. By being forced to have both legs amputated, making the young man truly a disabled human for the rest of his life.

Jihoon regretted. Very sorry about that incident.

An apology cannot be easily spoken to the families of the victims and their victims. His mistake was too great that he did not dare to accept their request.

He should not have made others suffer for the suffering he suffered that night.

And, that night... It's like a nuclear bomb dropped right in Jihoon's heart.

It made his heart even more broken; it became the smallest piece he had ever known, and it was much smaller than an atom.

His father, Park Sunho. Asking her to endure the problems that happened to Woojin. Made himself as a collider on a bus that took one death.

Jihoon did not understand; he did not understand at all why his father would willingly allow such a heavy burden to be borne by him himself.

They let him carry a heavy burden. While they have absolutely no intention of helping her, they are too busy taking care of Woojin who has been in a coma since the accident.

To them, Woojin desperately needs their attention.

Still do not understand the way his parents' minds.

He also died of an accident and took the lucky victim still survived even though both legs had to be amputated. Jihoon was also injured, his arm was torn and his leg was broken.

Didn't both parents see a little of his condition.

Jihoon only asked for a little attention from the two of them. Not to have Woojin's case handed to her.

He also finds it hard to accept the fact that Jihoon is making others hurt.

Jihoon enters the morgue with Daniel. Paying the last respects to one of the victims died in the accident experienced by Woojin.

Daniel patted Jihoon on the shoulder and squeezed it quite strongly as if he was dividing the strength on the young man.

Jihoon turned his head and smiled slightly.

The white cloth was opened, revealing a pale white face and blue lips.

Kim Doyoung died in a bus crash. He shed too much blood, and died on his way to the hospital.

Jihoon had dug up information about the man, and Doyoung had no family at all. Jihoon gets even more hurt because the man goes home without the family driving him.

"This.." said a woman in a white suit, giving a bag labeled on Jihoon. "That's the victim's stuff. Maybe it can help you find her acquaintance."

"Thank you, noona." said Daniel. The woman looked at Daniel and nodded her head.

"Park Jihoon-ssi." call the woman. Making the name owner distract him from the thin black object.

"It's not your fault. You have no right to bear this burden, you are too young to bear it alone."

Jihoon smiled faintly, he ducked feeling his eyes heat up ready to explode; melting the clear liquid in his eyes.

"I don't understand why your father and mother were so cruel to you as children. They shouldn't have given you this problem."

"They're not my parents, noona" Jihoon said.

The woman folded her hands over her stomach. Next to his eyebrows raised, and his black bead immediately stared intently at Daniel, asking for an explanation on the wide-shouldered man. But unfortunately, Daniel only reacted by shrugging his shoulders; he also did not understand what Jihoon had just said.

Jihoon lowered his head. His brown bead looked alternately at the face of Daniel and the beautiful woman. He smiled faintly observing the change in expression on the two people.

"No need for that. I had assumed they were dead when I was in an accident." he said in a calm tone, "They have also considered me dead." he continued with a faint smile.

Daniel silent.

Jihoon could have hidden the look of his sad face in front of a lot of people; told anyone he was okay. But not with Daniel.

The broad-shouldered man cannot be lied to. Although Jihoon tried his hardest, the man still knew what Jihoon was feeling.

Daniel's burly hand reached out to Jihoon's shoulder, patting him gently and making the master turn towards him.

"Park Jihoon son of businessman Park Sunho has died, currently who is here is Park Jihoon the younger brother of brand Kang Daniel." he said. His hand moved up to scramble Jihoon's hair. "Now we are family. Kang Seulgi, Kang Daniel and Park Jihoon."

"I agree. adding a sister like you I don't matter." said Seulgi accompanied by a smile bearnya.

'Hiks'

The clear liquid descended from her beautiful eye pellets, creating a small river that continued to flow nonstop on her chubby cheeks.

Jihoon was crying not because he was sad, but he was happy.

Meeting people like Daniel and Seulgi was a fortune to him. When his main family left him, he met people who always welcomed him as a family.

"Hey, don't cry." Seulgi walked around the cadaver bed, approached Jihoon and pulled the teenage boy into his arms. "Boy shouldn't cry Ji."

Jihoon's nose was wrinkled, pulling the liquid that was about to come out through his nose. Jihoon released Seulgi's embrace and wiped away his tears with the back of his hand.

He smiled faintly as his eyes scanned his new family. There was a bit of relief in him as he knew there was someone who wanted to share the burden with him, someone who always welcomed his presence.

Jihoon ducked down, his eyes refocused on observing the slightly shattered thin object on his screen.

Doyoung's phone was badly damaged, requiring several repairs to normalize the smartphone's function.

Jihoon glanced at Doyoung through the tail of his eyes. A few seconds later, he breathed out violently. Jihoon promises inwardly that he will meet Doyoung's acquaintance and immediately apologizes for what happened to him that day.