You just done your job for today, feel really exhausted and the thing you want to do is to change your clothes and sleep deeply in your apartment. Unfortunately god has another plan for you.
You sigh as stare one by one raindrop fall watering the street in front of you. You cross your arm and lean to the wall, the only thing to do is to wait patiently.
As you wait, your cell phone ringing and you answer it quickly.
“______-ah(put your name)!” someone whine your name. You squint your eyes to hear that voice.
“I’m here, Kwanghee oppa,”
“I feel really tired today. Junyoung is so mean, he want us to practice until midnight. He even didn’t let me to get out for food,” Junyoung shouts behind him and it seems like Kwanghee nagging to him. You just smile; this situation is repeated frequently for you.
“Look, now he glares at me. How dare him being rude to me. I’m older than him,” Kwanghee didn’t stop his nag.
“So, why did you call me you said?” you look at your watch. Already 10.45.
“I’m boring, you know. Siwan didn’t want to play with me and everybody seems like they have their own business. Baby, I’m so lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely,” he sing a long ‘Lonely’ by 2NE1 and you can hear the other member yelled at him told him to stop his stupid dance.
You chortles. “Sorry I’m not there to play with you.”
“It’s okay. By the way, what are you doing? Have you eaten? Are you done with your job?”
“Slow down, honey. I’m waiting the rain to stop in front of my office building. No, I haven’t eaten yet. And yes, my job is done,”
“It’s raining?” you can hear he running somewhere, seems he runs to the window in ZE:A practice room and look outside. “Omo, the rain is down pouring. You want me to pick you? I can sneak out from this torture room and pick my beautiful princess,” you can see his wink and smirk from his playful voice.
“It’s okay, I’m ready to leave.” You smile as he can see you.
“No, it’s better for me to pick you. What if you sick? Who else will hear my lonely story?” he whine.
You chuckle. “You still have Siwan. Okay, I’m leaving,” you hear his protested word and ignore him. You end the call put back your cell phone into your bag and run through the rain to bus station.
You are soaking when reach your apartment doorstep, the water drop fall from all you clothes. You throw your bag to couch, take off your clothes and wrap yourself with towel. You plan to have a shower but have no energy to move on, so you drop yourself to your comfy bed and fall asleep fast.
-Next Morning-
“Hatsyi!” you wake up shivering and feel dizzy in your head. “Oh,” it’s already 9.10 and you’ll late to go to office. You try to wake up but end up off your balance back to the bed. You crawl to the couch, find your cell phone in your bag with dozens missed calls and 7 texts from Kwanghee.
“You sure I don’t need to pick you?”
“Are you okay?”
“You’re home?”
“Answer me lady.”
“Why don’t you call me back?”
“I’m serious, don’t make me worry.”
“Fine! If you sick, I don’t care anymore!”
You ignore that’s for this time and quickly call your advisor to tell him you can’t go to work. He believes you really sick, your raspy voice tells everything, and told you to get well soon because when you come back, the job already waiting for you. You thanked him, end your call and type reply for Kwanghee.
“I’m sick, just like what you said.”
“Hatsyi!” you recognize that you still wrap in your towel, so you change your underwear and wear a dry pyjama. All morning, you stuck in your couch wiped your nose use a dozens pack of tissue with watery eyes and dazzled head. Why he still didn’t call me? Or even text? You thought to your self. You already off your cell phone silent mode, in case he call when you’re not nearby your cell phone.
All of a sudden, your cell phone ring and you quickly answer.
“Hello?” you only can whisper with your raspy low voice.
“_____-ah!(put your name) I heard you’re sick,” it’s your best friend in the line.
“Oh, ______-ah (put your best friend name)” you answered weakly.
“Hm, you waiting for someone call?” she tease you.
“No, how the office doing?”
“You know, the meeting moving slow as always. Our client still can’t decided which concept they want to use,”
“You want me to come by? Are you okay?” she offers after pause a while. “Nah, I’m okay,” you answer quickly, didn’t want her to worry. “Are you sure? Don’t forget to eat, you’re so lazy to eat and now when you’re sick you must be lazier,” you bite your lip to hear her comment.
“Yes, ma’am I’ll eat properly.”
“Oh, I have to go. Get well soon, okay?” she ends the call. At least, my best friend care about me, you sigh and put the cell phone back to the coffee table. You lean your head in the couch arm, try to close your eyes and sleep.
______
“Watch out! Neoman boneun han namjaga iss-eo”
You wake up, startle, looking around like a fool and eventually realize it’s your cell phone ringing. How long I have been sleep? You look at the clock that shows 06.05 PM. You reach your cell phone and answer the call, lazily.
“_____-ah (put your name). I’m not so lucky today,” Kwanghee.
“Oppa-“ you try to call him but only a husky voice out.
“You know, Siwan snapped my hand, again.”
“He always does that to you,” you try to clear your throat.
“Today he even slapped my head! He hates me!”
I’m the one who will slap your head if you beside me. Why did you whining around and make my head more dizzy? You roll your eyes and take a deep breath.
“Oppa I-“
“I know I always fooling around him but it’s because I like him. Don’t you think he is a little over react to slapped my head? You think so don’t you? I can’t believe he did it!”
Ting! Tong!
Someone ring you apartment doorbell. You wonder who is coming, since you already said to ______(put your best friend name) to not coming. You try your best to wake up, feel your head spinning around and Kwanghee fussiness make it worst. The doorbell ring impatiently.
“Oppa-“ Ting! Tong!
“…nothing else. I’m one of the elder but they didn’t respect to me…”
“Can you-“ Ting! Tong!
“…so, what should I-“
“JUST SHUT UP!” you throw your temper more than you expect and regret it when you realize.
It’s a long awkward pause until you clear your throat and say, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I have a headache and someone in my doorstep,” with a trembled lip.
“If you open your door quickly, maybe I can cook you porridge and make you feel better,” he said.
“I-is that you?” you drop your cell phone and crawl as fast as you can to your door.
When you open the door, you lost your balance and he catches you. “Woah, your body is hot,” he lifts you easily and kicks the door behind. “And your living room is totally mess,” he says as he cross your living room that full of tissue you used to wipe your nose.
He put you softly in your bed, wipes a strand in your face and kisses your cheek. “You need to change your clothes,” he says as you pout, too lazy to move. “Do it, or I will do it for you,” he winks and turns, walks away.
“Pervert!” you shouted.
“And tell me who loves this pervert?” he giggle.
After you change your pyjama, you lay on the bed, waiting. A half hour later Kwanghee come holding a tray with a bowl of porridge, glass of water, and acetaminophen.
“Is it eatable?” you stare the porridge suspiciously.
“What are you talking? I learn it from Kevin. You know I’m a good learner,” he proud of him self.
“Why didn’t you tell me you’re the one in the doorstep instead of nagged around?” you ask when he forces to feed you.
“Because I want to punish you for not reply my text. I’m really worried you know?” he pinches your nose, softly.
After the last spoon, he give you the acetaminophen and the water.
“Okay, now is the bed time,” he says as he go into the quilt with you. “W-what are you doing?” you look at him, disbelief. “I already tell Junyoung I will stay in your room tonight,” he smile and hug you. “No, I mean, you will catch what I have,” you release yourself. “Don’t worry, if I get flu, it’s mean I have more time to spoiled with you,” he drag you into his embrace again.
“You’re childish,” you exclaim, still try to get away from him. “Stop moving or somebody will fall,” he hug you tightly make you give up. You look up and see he already close his eyes. He must be tired, he is an idol and has a busy schedule, yet, he still come to take care of you.
“I love you,” you kiss his cheek.
“I know,” he mutters with a smile.
