“Humor me, Hyun, but can you let me know why you never mentioned about this guy and why didn’t you tell him that you’re with your boyfriend this morning?”

Joohyun sat quietly on the makeshift swing on the backyard while repeating again and again those words in her head. He had gone for at least two hours.

Her mind wandered to those days when they were not talking to each other because of all the misunderstanding and troublesome that seemed to follow their paths everywhere.

She hated that moments.

And that’s why she never told him about Donghae.

But like always, she was wrong.

She closed her eyes to replay what had happened few moments ago. She was trying to explain but it came out as a defensive effort.  

“He is my sunbae, he learns special disease and he can give me information on my genetic problem!”

She was expecting that he retreated to his world and then allowed the other man to take his place because he wanted to make her happy.

But she was wrong on the reaction too.

He was looking intently at her instead, before stated so firmly.

“Why is love not enough for you? Why are you so blind sometimes?”

She could only be startled.

He sadly stared at her and then groaned loudly.

“I am going to get something from the grocery, but when I am back, I want us to chat about what a carrier means for you and those who love you.”

He went suddenly and left her dumbfounded.

He’s not running? Is that mean he’ll stay?

She blinked hard and her tears drop on her cheeks.

Always wrong, Joohyun.

All she wanted was to make him happy and healthy, and that’s why she needed to understand that herself first before she shared in with him.

She started to push the swing when someone suddenly placed a hand on the swing.

“I am sorry.”

She blinked and slowly looked up to meet the voice’s owner’s eyes.

“Oppa, I am sorry.”

Kyuhyun kneeled in front of her and held her hands.

“I guess you already know that I was a too protective to you, and sometimes I think, a little bit obsessive.” He sighed. “So next times you’ve met someone you’re kind of attracted to, please let me know first, ok?” His eyes caught hers and a sad expression against was reflected there.

She shook her head, “Oppa, I didn’t…”

He put his fingers on to cut her sentence. “You were kind of blushing when you were talking to him, so there must be some feeling there.” He smiled, still sadly. “It’s okay.”

Suddenly she rose from the swing and stomped at her feet in frustration.

“It’s not okay!”

“Baby?”

He rose too, slightly looked puzzled with her actions.

“I love you, Oppa. So much that it hurts sometimes.” She