I looked to my right and saw Dongju nodding off beside me. I couldn't help but wonder what he was doing that made him so tired. Did he play when I slept? Asking him probably wouldn't result in anything. I nervously picked up the controller then felt it vibrating tremendously. What was going on? My character hadn't come onto the screen ever since I closed my eyes. Did I die? I couldn't have if I was still alive and breathing. Did Youngjo die? I would never know until it showed me.

"Ju... I think I killed him..." I mumbled as I shook his body.

He jolted awake then looked at me.

"Killed who?" he asked sleepily.

"Jo... Nothing has shown up for hours..." I said then looked at the screen. "I didn't mean for it..."

"Yet you bullied him. Pretty sure that's what you wanted." Dongju said harshly.

"I wasn't serious about it! I was just upset that after everything, I still cared about him! It just hurt so much..." I said then started to sob.

Dongju shook his head then opened his arms. I instantly threw myself into them. I never truly hated Youngjo. All I was doing was venting my frustration and pain of being betrayed by him. And now, here I sat, facing the consequences of not being honest and resorting to violence. I sobbed loudly into Dongju's chest then heard a sound come from the TV.

"Oh? There's something you should see." he said then had me look at the TV screen.

Youngjo made it.

Tears streamed down my face as the words repeated in my mind. Youngjo made it. He wasn't dead. Youngjo wasn't dead. A strangled noise escaped my throat as I continued to stare at the now black screen.

"Don-" Dongju started until I cried louder. "Get a hold of yourself."

I started breathing in short breaths as a result from all of the crying. Dongju slapped my back and managed to get me breathing back to normal.

"Press A." he said then handed me my controller.

I pressed A. The screen started to gain color and soon the scene was before us. Youngjo and Dongju were standing by a hospital bed. I was in said bed. I didn't look in too bad of shape.

"You idiot, why didn't you just say drop it? I swear I'd hit you if you weren't already injured..." Youngjo said.

I looked at Dongju who didn't say anything. Soon I felt a pain in my side and on my chest.

"Don, what's wrong?" he asked then gasped. "Oh my god."

I looked at him then followed his gaze. My shirt had bloodstains on it. That explained the pain, but why was it happening now? The bleeding wouldn't stop nor the pain.

"Why isn't it stopping?" Dongju asked no one in particular in a panic.

The pain subsided and the bleeding slowed to a stop. My shirt was almost dyed red. A part of me figured I had received stab wounds when trying to get the knife away. Though, I never thought I'd get them in real life. We turned our attention back to the screen.

"Well, now you know how he really feels." Dongju said before shaking his head at me. "If only he was more honest with his feelings."

"You make it sound like he died." Youngjo said.

"Probably better off dead." said Dongju.

I glared at Dongju who raised his hands in defense.

"I didn't type it." he said with an innocent look.

"Likely story. I'll deal with you later." I said then continued on with the conversation.

We continued to watch the scene play out until I was left alone with Youngjo. I didn't need to look to know that Dongju wasn't beside me.

"Wake up, Myeong..." pleaded Youngjo.

I remained perfectly still.

"Please..." he begged then held my hands. "I'll let you do whatever you want to me, whether violent or sexual acts."

I still didn't move. Was he serious about the latter part? Considering he nearly attempted to kill himself, I wouldn't put it past him. My eyes widened as he planted a kiss on my forehead, a gesture he's never done before. Despite it, nothing happened. Maybe I somehow fell into a coma. He shed a few tears before I opened my eyes. I could see he desperately wanted to hug me.

"Youngjo..." I said.

"I was so worried about you. There was so much blood and you weren't moving and I just lost it... I haven't gotten a wink of sleep." he said while squeezing my hand. "I'm so glad you opened your eyes."

"You worry too much... you shouldn't worry about me anyway. I was awful towards you. I even threatened you with a knife." I said then pulled my hand away. "Let's end this once and for all..."

"What are you saying...?" he asked.

"Let's go back to when we didn't know each other. You can go ahead and tell your parents what I've done. I'm willing to accept the consequences. You deserve a life without me in it to ruin it." I said quietly.

My chest hurt terribly. My mind was already thinking of rumors spreading to others schools, warning students about how I bullied a student and nearly killed him. Youngjo flicked my forehead. He was crying.

"If I haven't said anything before, why would I now? I want you in my life, idiot. I know this is going to sound utterly stupid, but I don't care what you do to me. As long as you exist in my life, I'll power through anything. Even another year of bullying..." he said then covered his face. "I have it bad for you, Myeong. It's obvious now. Who in their right mind would want to stick by the person who hurts them?"

I sat up in the hospital bed and looked at him. He was a sorry sight. A part of me felt bad that he fell for such an awful person such as I. I may never know why he had me take the blame, but he must've truly regretted it if he was willing to put up with all of this.

"Jo, why did you tell them it was me?" I asked as I deserved to know the truth.

"Will you believe me?" he asked.

"Yeah. You don't have anything to gain from lying." I said then braced myself for the truth.

"I was stricken with worry about you when you took off. So, I unintentionally said your name as I was half listening to them. I did try to go back and tell them I made mistake. but they told me I shouldn't cover for my friends. I never meant for it to happen..." Youngjo said with his head held low. "I'm sorry."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner...?" I asked.

"I was afraid. A coward. So when you started bullying me, I just went along with it. I deserved it." he said then sat back.

"You didn't deserve it... maybe a few hits, but not an entire year of torture." I said, feeling utterly guilty.

"Are we... cool now...?" asked Youngjo.

"Yeah." I replied then gave him a smile.

Dongmyeong gains forty happy points.
Youngjo gains sixty happy points.