I should leave. Or not?

“Hey! Woohyun-oppa!“

What is with him again?

Immediately I put my hand on his forehead, but was relieved when I realized that his temperature was normal.

Then why was he like that?

“S-sorry,__________-ah. I'm..just...feeling...a bit dizzy.“

Without saying anything I took his arm laying it around my shoulder.

“Where is your key? I will bring you to your apartment.“

With my greatest effort I opened the door and placed him on his sofa.

Woohyun looked really exhausted, so I let him sleep.

After putting the school's stuff at the table in front of the sofa I looked out for something in my bag.

There it was.

I putted his handkerchief on top of the papers of the school.

So, now I have returned you to your owner!

I looked satisfied and wanted to leave immediately, because Woohyun just needed some rest to recover.

But in the end I realized that I was standing in his apartment and looked around analysing it.

However, there wasn't much to analyse:

The flat looked empty because there wasn't much furniture. Just the most needed things.

The walls were just white and there weren't any pictures frames nor posters or anything like that on them.

But then I noticed two picture frames on a closet.

The first one showed him with his family. He seemed that he is the only child. They were standing in a large garden with many beautiful flowers around. He was such a cute little boy holding hands with his parents.

The second picture showed an older Woohyun. Maybe 5-6 years younger than now.

However, his features were the same, he was just a little chubbier. Behind him was his noona. They were smiling. She had a beautiful and bright smile and Woohyun's smile was a forced smile because his noona's fingers had to lift up the corners of his mouth.

It seemed that he hadn't always smiled just like now.

About this thought I chuckled until I heard a thunder.

I went to the large window and saw the dark clouds at the sky.

“Aish! What's with this now? I should have left when the weather was still okay. _________, you babo! I should leave immediately before the weather gets worse and I can take a shower in the rain!“

Suddenly I heared Woohyun murmuring something so I turned around and tiptoed past the sofa trying to not to wake him up.

“I'm sorry.“

I stopped and turned around.

His eyes were still closed, just his mouth moved slightly saying it in a quiet voice.

But I heard it clearly.

Has he a bad dream?

I bend myself over his head to see if he was okay, but suddenly he opened his eyes looking right in my eyes. He gave me an agonized expression.

But by this sudden action I startled and moved back knocking against the table leg.

''OOOOUUUUUUUUUCHHHHHHH!“, I screamed inside myself.

Too many bruises today TT-TT.....

Woohyun, instead, didn't moved a bit.

“Again I have burdened you...“

I struggled against the pain and tried to speak in a normal voice:

“No.It's okay. How are you feeling?“

“I....don't know...“

Suddenly he put his arm on his eyes preventing me to see his face.

However, I saw him forcing a smile.

I wanted to go to him, but I couldn't move because my nerves were still sending pain impulses from my foot to my brain so I had to comfort him right there.

''Woohyun, you don't have to force yourself. Just say when you're not feeling well. You also needn't to smile when you aren't feeling like that. It's okay to show weakness sometimes. Don't-“

But then I was interrupted by a ringtone. He put his mobile phone with the hand of the other arm out of his pocket, the other arm still on his eyes.

He held it up and said: “Who's that?“

“What?“

“Please read it for me.“

“Ehm, it's Han Seungyeon...“

After hearing that name he hesitated a bit before he slid his finger over the screen acceping the call.

“Yes?...Why do you want to know this?....Really?......Do you want to bring me back with the same intention?.....No, sorry.....No, I don't want to meet you right now....I don't know if I can believe it...Yes, let's see what time can do...Bye, noona...“

Now I know that his noona is really Han Seungyeon. So it was her calling when he rested in my house.