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I entered the house with a smile on my face. "I'm back." I walked to my father's room then knocked on the door. "Hello?" No answer. "Did he go out?" I opened the door then sighed in relief. He was just asleep. "Dad, wake up."

I gently pushed him then watched as he moved. "Dad?" I sat him up only for him to fall over. "Dad...You're playing around, right?" I gently poked him as tears streamed down my face. "Jisung, I-oh my..." I wept audibly then felt arms wrap around me. "It's okay..."

"No it's not. He can't leave me like this. He can't." I was a sobbing mess. "Jisung, calm down." I couldn't. How could anyone calm down when they find a family member's dead body? "Let's go upstairs and go lie down, hm?" "I don't want to leave his side..."

She carried me upstairs as I continued to cry. It hurt terribly. "I'll be back." I cried into my pillow as memories I had with him rushed in.

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I rubbed my eyes as I sat up in bed. The room was dark as night had fallen. It was early in the morning and only a few people would be up at such a time. I slid out of bed and headed downstairs to get water. My head was hurting.

My heart was in pain as I continued to drink water. I wiped my nose with a tissue then stared at the water in my cup. As water is clear, I was able to see the bottom of it. My father was dead. He passed on with no one by his side. It hurt to know that fact. I felt guilty.

Morning had risen and I heard faint voices coming from below. "What's-" I froze. The police were here. I shakily held onto the rail as my heart rate sped up. They were here for me weren't they? I started to feel dizzy then felt someone hold me up. "Why are you up? Go rest."

"Why are they here...?" She stroked my hair then escorted me back to my room. I was certain it was about me. I curled up into a ball as I envisioned time in prison. Would I be harassed there by other prisoners? Would I contract a life threatening disease?

I heard my door open and heard my aunt call my name. "I'll tell the school about your father, but we'll still go to your appointment later." "Understood..." "You really admire Chris don't you?" "Yeah, I guess." She walked over to my Chris heart.

"So, I'm assuming you're gay?" I shook my head as I lowered my head. My face burned slightly. "You even have close ups of his calves. You sure are something, Ji." "I'm not gay, bisexuality exists you know..." She clicked her tongue as she observed the Chris heart again.

"Is he nice?" "I wouldn't know. I've never gotten close him." "Well I'm sure you've watched him do nice things online, right?" "Yeah..." "I'll leave you alone. I'll call you to meet up with me at the building, okay?" "Understood." She kissed my forehead before leaving my room.

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"Are you sure?" "Yes, after this tournament." Wanjung looked at Chris with worry. What could be going on that he felt the need to break from tennis and seek a few therapy sessions? Did a parent pass away? "Did someone pass away...?" He shook his head.

"I think I'm just a bit lost and confused about things." Wanjung patted Chris's shoulder in understanding. "Well, I hope you figure things out." "Me too, me too..." "Is there anything you want to go over before your next match?" "Actually, yeah."

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Jisung sighed as Geutan had called for the 3rd time. He wasn't in the mood for social interaction. The call ended and he was once again faced with Chris's smiling face while holding a trophy. He bit his bottom lip as he remembered all the times he followed him around.

The times he took photos and invaded his privacy. The times they were alone together and Chris showed him nothing but kindness, minus the times he had to be subdued. Chris's heart was too big and he started to feel guilty. He touched his cheek then frowned. He was crying.

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I arrived in front of the building and saw my aunt waiting for me. "Good to see you on time." "I want to get better." She patted my head then smiled. "I'm glad you decided to talk to us about it." I returned her smile then sat down in a seat.

I laughed at dumb tweets as I waited for my appointment time. I briefly looked up from my phone then back down. I quickly looked back up with surprise. I didn't want to think it was true, that I was only seeing things. I quietly watched them as they talked to the receptionist.

They turned around then met my gaze. I wasn't sure what to do. He motioned for me to follow him. I pointed to myself and he slightly nodded. "What is he doing here..." "Did you say something?" I shook my head then told her that I was going to the restroom.