The Trashy PD Has To Survive as an Idol

“Ichae, go get some rest.”

Sitting in the corner of the hospital room, eyes fixed on the floor, he heard a gentle voice at his ear. When he slowly lifted his gaze, he saw Sung Jiwon, his brows faintly drawn.

“You look terrible. You’re the only one who hasn’t gone back to the dorm even once.”

“......”

“Go sleep for a bit.”

After a moment of blank staring, Kang Ichae nodded slowly.

‘...How many days has it been now?’

Thanks to Joo Woosung’s quick response, Seo Hoyun had been taken to the hospital before things got worse, but he still hadn’t regained consciousness.

A lot of people had come to see him. Everyone who heard the news late and rushed over had the same reaction—utter disbelief.

For Kang Ichae, it felt like he was holding Seo Hoyun’s funeral a second time. Just sitting there, numb, without any sense of reality.

‘I can’t... do anything.’

The only small relief was that Seo Hoyun was still alive.