"Room service," I announce, putting the tray down on the bedside table.    It's 11 a.m,  and Sehun has finally stirred. I've brought him hot chocolate and toast, plus a bottle of water and a huge glass of orange juice. I even made him toast the way he likes it, allowing it to cool down completely before applying nutella.    "How's the patient?" I ask, trying to make some jokes.   Sehun, meanwhile, is white-faced and seems to have withdrawn completely from the world, replying only in monosyllables whenever anyone tries to engage him in conversation. He is perched on the sofa next to the bed, knees up, arms wrapped around his legs, as if attempting to make himself as small as possible.   "About yesterday.. ," I begin hesitantly, not moving. "You were right. I'm just a maid. It's not my place to say anything to you, Young master. I apologize." My mouth is twisted.    For the first time ever, Sehun feels a stab in his chest when he listens to Jung Ah's words.    "And I wasn't badly injured after all. Dr. Baek said I only broke my nose, but it's really okay — I don't have to do any plastic surgery to have a sharp nose afterall," I giggle, in the hope that Sehun will smile to my silly joke, but he doesn't.   Sehun is still not talking. I'm pouring the hot chocolate from the pot into the mug before I say, "Listen, Young master, you have to get used to me."    Sehun feels a weird little flip inside. It's that voice. The sweet voice. Jung Ah's voice. It does that to him.   "I need to come round here, everyday. It is my job as your caretaker."    "Only twice a day," I wave my hands impatiently. "I will just come by to bring in your meals, and the meds. Madam Oh will kill me if I don't make sure that you eat your meds on time," She laughs to her jokes.    "So, you cannot freak out when you see me. I mean, not freak out," I amend at his expression. "Have an attack. I know it's really serious. I know it's an illness, I know all that, and I never regard you as a madman."     Sehun looks directly to Jung Ah. He looks into her round, open little face, and train his eyes to her small nose. Sehun feels sorry for hitting her yesterday, but he just can't say anything about it. However, Jung Ah is the only one he can cope with looking at, eye to eye. His parents' eyes, forget it. They're full of worry and fear and too much knowledge. If he looks at them, it's like it all comes flooding back over him in a gush, mingled in their anger. It feels toxic. But Jung Ah's hazel eyes are transparent and clear and soothing as a drink of water.    "The point is, I need to come in here, with your permission, of course." I am saying. "So, you have to be able to look at me and not run away or whatever. Okay?"    He hasn't done anything like this in for ever. He hasn't interacted to anyone except Baekhyun for — he doesn't know. Months. Years.    "Try, at any rate," I plead. "Please?"    "Okay." He shortly answers, then shrugs, and take a sip of hot chocolate. The thought of facing her or looking at her more than a minute is impossible, so he turns away. Right away. Staring into the corner.   I cannot help but clapping my hands like a seal and I believe I've shown him my brightest eyes. "Okay, now, what do you want for lunch?"    "Jajamnyeoun," He says with his sandpaper voice.   "But I like jampeong!" I give him my hopeful half-smile. I notice that Sehun's eyes are flutter to meet mine.    "Are you hungry?" He rolls his eyes, getting annoyed.   Oh Sehun is back.    ****   I change into a comfortable nightwear, and untie my hair before I lay my head on the fluffy pillow. I briefly shut my eyes, feeling so good to lie in bed after hours of cleaning and washing and glare-exchanging with my very honourable Young Master Sehun. When I open my eyes, Jungkook is there, waiting for me.    The dense air shimmers. Right in front of my eyes, the molecules, form themselves into a shadowy image. A young man, few years younger than me, a face that is so familiar appears. For one crazy moment I feel like touching him.    But then the image is clear and true for a second. He's tall, dressed in a ruby red sweater with a hood, the same uniform on the day I found him lied on the cold bed. His face, it is shadowed with dark stubble, stares back at me, his deep-set eyes a chocolate. There is such pain in those eyes, they tug at my heart. In that split second of clarity, he's not at all threatening.    "You here?"    He's reaching out to me.   "You're late today, Kookie."    Silence.   "You can't believe what happened today. I thought Sehun didn't speak anymore but, God, he's so annoying," I whisper, not that I expect an answer.  "Noona is so tired today, Jungkook."    Silence.   "But, on the other side, it's fascinating. I mean.. meeting him again after five years. And he looks better than yesterday,"    I turn to Jungkook.   "You don't have anything to say to me?" I ask. "Because you're really spooking me if you continue to sit here like that."    And then I hear it; a reply, hovering in the air just over my head.   "I miss you."    I look at him. I know my imagination is playing tricks again that I see Jungkook so close, so reacheable.    Jungkook shakes his head from side to side, following me with those chocolate eyes. That's when I see the torn fabric, the ripped jeans and dried blood of a gaping scars on his forehead. Tears flooding both my eyes.   "It was hurt, wasn't?" My hand brushes the dried blood briefly. Jungkook is smiling, his smile is warm and doesn't jibe with those sad eyes.   "Noona, mianhe," He says.    His eyes flutter shut. Such long, dark eyelashes brush his cheeks. Then, in a second, he's gone, and I suddenly feel an overwhelming loneliness.   "See you tomorrow, Jungkook. Goodnight."   ****   This is a good idea, isn't it? a little voice inside him says as he approaches Ohs' house. Baekhyun clears his throat and pulls down his hood, raking a hand through his hair which, he fears, is even more tousled than usual with the wind he's been battling after the run. Then, before he can change his mind, he knocks the door. And waits.    He rings the bell, rapping the door bell as many as he could. And he waits some more. Lucky, there is a porch, otherwise he would have been soaked to the skin by now. Finally, the door opens.    "Oh, Dr. Baekhyun?" I say.   "Hello, Jung Ah," Baekhyun says, noticing Jung Ah's face is flushed and her long black-coloured hair has been piled on top of her head in a funny but cute sort of bun.   "I was under the bed," I say. Baekhyun gives me a quizzical look. "Vacuuming." I explain. "Other maids are cleaning as well, and some are preparing lunch. No one heard of the bell,"    "Oh, it's fine." Baekhyun smiles.   "Did you forget something, Doctor? Or do you want to see our young master? He's upstairs— "    "No. Can I come in?" He asks, knowing Jung Ah is the kind of a housekeeper who doesn't automatically invite anyone into the house. "It's a bit blustery out here."    "Oh, sure," I say. "Madam Oh and CEO aren't here for a moment— "    "There's something I want to ask you," He says as he walks inside, waiting for Jung Ah to close the door behind them. "I need to know if Sehun still had nightmares every night."    "Young master? Nightmares?"    "Yes. Well, I know it hasn't been that long since you work for him, but just in case.. " He pauses, his heart thudding in his chest. This is not a bad idea, isn't? Using Sehun as an excuse to talk.. as long as he doesn't know.    "I'm.. not really sure. But can we talk about this later? There's so much to do here. I've got beds to make and towels to wash and carpets to vacuum and sinks to clean. And I've got to prepare a meal for Young master tonight."    Baekhyun watches as I puff my cheeks out. He says, "Okay."    "Maybe another time?"    "No. I mean — okay, I'll help you," He says. "I'll make the beds and wash the towels and vacuum anything that needs vacuuming."    I give him a quizzical look. "Why? No. I mean, you can't. You're our guest. You're Young master's private doctor. How can I let you do the cleaning?" I say, eyes widening.    "Because I think I need the information by today.. to.. erm.. for Sehun's monthly check up! I'm sure you can help me with that, can't you?"    "You'll re