"Can I have a coffee?" came the pleading voice of a six-year-old girl.

"No. It'll stunt your growth," snapped the woman, who was clearly the exasperated babysitter. As Bonita went about getting the woman's espresso ready, she heard the little girl let out a humph.

"You don't want to be a shorty your whole life. You'll thank me someday," continued the woman.

"Are you wanting to be a shorty then?" asked the little girl as Bonita — who was currently back to the situation — couldn't help but chuckle.

"I've stopped growing at my age," said the woman with an edge of irritation in her voice. "Besides, you shouldn't talk back to adults."

Bonita turned to give the woman her coffee, watching as she moved to grab the little girl's hand with her free hand and walk out of the shop. Bonita began to wonder if Minho was feeling this way when it came to Bang Chan. She wondered if he thought what he was doing was a glorified babysitting service. Then again, he had been the one that insisted on not having him around her. Bonita was dragged out of such worries as another customer entered the shop.

"Well long time no see!" said the man in a jovial voice. "I didn't know you worked here."

Bonita chuckled as Felix smiled and walked over to the counter to stand in front of her.

"What brings you here?" asked Bonita.

"Um...coffee?" he said with a chuckle. "I heard it's the best on this side of town."

It wasn't like he had complimented her, but Bonita felt herself blush all the same. Grabbing an order pad, she waited as Felix evaluated his choices. Before he could place an order though, her cell phone rang. Sighing, she put the order pad down and dug out her phone to see that it was Minho.

'I wonder what he could want,' thought Bonita, moving off to the side for a moment to answer.

"Look...before you freak out...I'm fine..."

"You're fine? What about you-know-who? What's going on?" asked Bonita, alarmed. Somewhere in the background she could hear sirens and a drunken man's crying.

"Look...I can't explain now. I'm on my way to the hospital. Can you come?"

"I'll try to be there soon," said Bonita as she hung up once Minho told her which hospital.

"Is something wrong?" asked Felix as turned from the menu board to watch Bonita hurriedly take off her apron, but fumble at doing so due to her shaky hands.

"I don't know. I need to get to the hospital to find out what is going on..."

"I'll go with you," said Felix. "In fact, let me call us a cab."

"You...you don't have to go with me..."

"I want to make sure you get there safely," said Felix, watching as a tear or two slipped free of Bonita's eyes as she resorted to nodding. Nodding himself, Felix dug out his own phone to call for a cab to take them to the nearby hospital.

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Minho sat in the waiting room with his cell phone grasped in his hands. Seated beside him was the yet-to-sober up man that Bang Chan had rescued from falling to his death. The man had a plastic cup of water in his hands, but wasn't drinking it. He was instead sloshing it all over since he couldn't stop crying.

"Aisshhh! Just drink it or put it down already!" snapped Minho as he put his cell phone down to take the cup out of the man's hands and set it aside.

"It's my fault...again it's my fault..."

"Look, you didn't mean for him to fall off the building. I'm sure...I'm sure he'll be fine. He has to be fine..."

Minho studied the red-faced, teary-eyed man beside him. He couldn't be much older than him, but obviously he had been through something traumatic that had pushed him to the point where he almost took his life. Minho still thought the man looked familiar, but like on the roof, he couldn't figure out why he felt that way.

"What's your name?" asked Minho as the man sniffled in a vain attempt to compose himself.

"I go by I.N," he remarked as he yanked a tissue from a tissue box nearby — but due to his intoxicated state — instead of grabbing a single tissue, he made the whole box fly onto the floor.

"I.N..." mused Minho, his eyes suddenly lighting up. "Wait...you are the creator and head writer of Bubble, weren't you?"

"Was the head writer. I sold the rights...It only caused his death...and I did it again...I know he's dead, but he...I killed his angel. He tried to save me again. OH!"

I.N clasped his head in his hands, causing the few other people in the waiting room to turn and look their way warily. Minho moved to put a hand on I.N's shoulder as the man grasped at his hair again.

"Can you kill an angel? Is that even possible?..."

Before Minho could say anything, a doctor came over to them. He looked at the distraught I.N as he arched a brow.

"Is he okay?"

"He just needs to sober up," said Minho as he added, "How is Lee Haechung?"

"For what happened to him, surprisingly stable. He's unconscious at the moment, but you can go back and see him."

Nodding, Minho moved to get up with I.N, following the doctor to where Bang Chan currently laid unconscious on a bed. His mask and hat had been removed, leaving his face completely exposed. The doctor soon left them alone by his bedside to go tend to another patient. I.N looked at the man before him, shaking his head.

"Even his angel looks the same as I remember him..."

I.N reached out a hand to touch one of Bang Chan's still ones.

"Christopher Chan was your brother, right?" asked Minho, thinking back to the odd trivia he had learned about 'Bubble' due to Bonita's fascination with it.

I.N nodded as he let his touch fall away from Bang Chan's hand to sink into a nearby seat.

"He was my stepbrother," said I.N. "I wanted a brother all my life and got that wish. I was so happy. I loved him so much. He saved me from my depression...made me feel worth something, so I translated that into the show 'Bubble'."

"For being so young when that took off, you did amazing writing the show," admitted Minho as he sat down in a chair beside him.

"It only took off because my stepbrother decided to act in my pilot. The character was based around him and he made it so real that it hit home...but then that car crash...it brought my entire world crashing down. His death was all my fault..."

Even though Minho was slightly annoyed by the man's drunken state, he understood why he was hurting so much.

"It was an accident," said Minho as I.N shook his head. "Why don't you think so?"

"Chris was getting death threats," said I.N. "Ugly, nasty, repulsive threats..."

Before I.N could continue rambling, Minho turned his attention towards the door as Bonita and Felix entered.

'Who's this guy?' thought Minho. 'I thought Bang Chan was the only strange man in her life.'

"Who's he?" asked Minho as he watched Felix look towards the unconscious man lying on the bed.

Instead of answering Minho's question though, Bonita turned to glare at Minho. Minho could see the tears tracks on her face.

"I thought I told you not to kill him!"

"I didn't kill him!" shouted Minho, gesturing at the still yet to sober up I.N beside him. "If you want to blame someone, blame him!"

"I blame you! You were supposed to just be running errands!" shouted Bonita, "and why would you call him Lee Haechung?!"

Felix meanwhile was staring in awe at the man that continued to lay unconscious on the bed before him, taking a few steps forward. I.N looked over at him, watching as Felix touched one of Bang Chan's still limp hands.

"Is he real, Felix?" asked I.N as Felix turned to look at I.N with a nod.

"Yes," said Felix.

"But it can't really be Chan...can it? He's dead. He's..."

Bonita stopped arguing with Minho as she looked at the rattled Felix by Bang Chan's bedside.

"Wait...you know who Chan is?" she asked.

"I do. I used to be Christopher Chan's best friend," said Felix. "Bonita...what's going on?"

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AN: I know that's a chaotic place to leave it, but keep in mind that I just got done writing and editing three chapters in one night along with opening my writing help shop. 😂🙈

I will try to update this ASAP. I look forward to reading your comments! Have a great day everyone!