"Yah Ye Jun. Park Ye Jun, are you alright?" Se Jeong asked and approached the twenty-year-old Park Ye Jun who was drinking recklessly.
He looked up at her, his eyes red and tears flickering in them.
"Ye Jun-ah..." she sat beside him and rubbed his back.
"Why are you so drunk? If uncle knows this, he'll be worried."
Ye Jun looked down and gulped. A tear fell on the table, full of alcohol bottles.
"What's wrong? Are you worried that uncle won't recover? Don't worry, he'll be fine."
She assured and Ye Jun burst into tears. He covered his mouth with the back of his hand and shook heavily. His silent sobs made Se Jeong frown deeply. Her eyes glistened too, though she didn't know his reason for wailing. He was drunk and in pain and there was nothing she could do. Caressing his back, she let him wail, silently. She had never seen him cry since the day he had come here. She kept quiet and let him cry his heart out.
"I...want to go back."
And she frowned deeper.
