Hours later, you woke up. You groggily rubbed your eyes. *What time is it?* It was only 4 in the morning. You saw a figure next to you and looked down
. Zico was asleep with his head resting on his arms.
You softened *I forgot he was here.* You reached out and lightly touched his hair. A pang of nostalgia hit your heart and you realized how much you had missed him.
Suddenly, Zico stirred awake. You pulled your hand back. He quickly sat up and rubbed his eyes, “Did you just wake up?” You nodded.
Zico checked his watch, “You should sleep some more. It’s only 4.” You stayed quiet.
“Do you want some water?” He asked. You nodded.
Zico went to the cabinet and poured water into a cup. He came back. You started to get up. “Easy.” Zico put his arm under your waist and gently helped you sit up. You took the cup and thirstily drank. “Do you want more?” He asked. You shook your head.
Zico put the cup away and sat back down. It was quiet. He lightly touched your head, “Does it still hurt?” You shook your head.
“Don’t tell me you turned mute. Come on. Talk.” Zico teasingly poked you.
You looked at him, “You can go now. Your friends must be worried.”
“They’re fine.” He waved it away.
“Still, I’m okay alone. My brothers will be here soon anyways.” You said.
Zico studied you for a moment, “Do you really want me to leave?” You were quiet. “Did you really mean it when you said our love is over?” He asked. “No!” You blurted.
“Then why do you want me to go? The worst is over now, right? And yet, you still push me away. I don’t understand you.” Zico got up and walked around to calm down.
“It’s not that.” You desperately explained. “I just…I just feel so bad.”
Zico whirled around, “For what?! You’re the one that ended up in the hospital to save my life! If anyone has to feel guilty right now, it should be me!”
Your shoulders deflated, “Yeah, but it was me that broke up with you.” He was quiet. “I broke up with you, thinking that it was for your own good. I even said some pretty hurtful things to you. It seems ridiculous to just want you back now since everything is over.” You explained.
Zico sullenly crossed his arms, “Is this about me or your pride?”
You opened your mouth and hesitated. Then you answered, “Both.”
“Goddamit!” Zico punched the wall.
“I don’t want to use you!” You shouted, making yourself dizzy. You closed your eyes and touched your head. Instantly, Zico was by your side. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry, baby.” He murmured.
You shook your head and lightly pushed him away. “No, I should be the one that’s sorry. I can’t believe I hurt you so many times in such a short amount of time. I must be stupid and crazy.”
Zico sat on the edge of your bed and nodded in amusement, “Yeah, you are.”
“Thanks.” You muttered.
“You’re stupid for blaming yourself and you’re even crazier because you’re in love with me.” Zico pointed out.
You looked at him and softened. “Yeah…I am…” You admitted.
“See?” He chuckled. You couldn’t help but laugh.
Zico leaned towards you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “Let’s start over again, yeah? This time, nothing can separate us.”
Smiling, you wrapped your arms around his neck and drew him closer, “Nothing and no one.”
Zico smiled and tilted his head to deeply kiss you. He pulled back and chuckled, “You smell like the hospital.”
You made a face and smacked his shoulder, “Then stop kissing me.”
“Ow, woman. There’s a bruise there.” Zico rubbed the sore spot.
You felt sorry at once, “Mianhae. Does it still hurt?”
“No.” Zico grasped your hand and squeezed it with a loving look, “And I don't want to stop kissing you. Ever.” He pressed his lips against yours once more.