The race is cancelled
Is Hate really Love? Or is Love really Hate?YEON’S POV
I’m standing in a meadow, wild flowers are everywhere, their colours consists of purple, yellow and white, there’s a stream nearby and as I go closer I can see beautiful butterflies flying everywhere. I walk towards the stream, create a cup with my hands and splash my face with the water; a hand touches my shoulder, I turn around and look up but I can’t see who it is because the sun is blocking my sight, however his presence is like an angels and it makes me feel safe.
I slowly open my eyes; that is the first good sleep I’ve had in a long time, my head hurts so much. What happened yesterday? I try to move my hand but something is holding it down, I look over and see Minho’s hand on mine, his head on the mattress and the rest of him is crouched on the floor, did he take care of me? I look around and see a flannel, medicine and an empty bowl of soup. He really did take care of me; I look at his peaceful face, I gently place my finger in between his eyebrows, but he doesn’t even flinch so I slowly move my finger down his nose but I still don’t get a response. I place my hand on his head and slowly his hair.
I suddenly remember that I’m in an all boys’ school and remove my hand, well this is an awkward position, what should I do? He suddenly begins to stir, I quickly close my eyes and pretend that I’m asleep.
MINHO’S POV
I slowly open my eyes, my whole body is aching and stiff, I lift my head and see Yeon still sleeping she still looks pale, I get up and stretch my body releasing all my aching joints which have stuck together. I brush some hair off her face and sigh, why didn’t tell you me who you were? Why did you come here?
‘Mi Yeon, I’ll help you. I promise’ I whisper this and then go to the bathroom, I step into the shower and wash all my sweat away, as I just finish washing all the soap off my body I hear a loud noise from the room, I quickly get dry and put some clothes on, I go into the room and see Mi Yeon on the floor, I rush towards her.
‘Mi Jonghun are you okay?’ I remember to use her male name so she doesn’t realise that I know her secret.
‘Fine.’ It’s barely audible.
‘No you’re not, get back in bed.’
She tries to get up but she falls back down, I help her up, well more like pull up seen as she has no strength. I help her into bed and pull the covers over her, she’s trying to push me away.
‘What’s wrong?’
‘Let me have shower and get dressed, I need to get ready for today.’
‘What’s happening today?’
‘The race of course, I have to get ready.’ Oh! Of course the race is today, I completely forgot about it.
‘You’re not racing, you’re too ill, you will be staying in bed all day, now stay there whilst I go and you some breakfast.’
‘Yes umma.’ She giggles a little and I can’t help but smile, I go out the room and head to the cafeteria.
In the cafeteria, I get some toast and a pot of yoghurt for her. As I go back to our room I hear voices, it sounds like Key, I put my ear to the door and listen.
‘Are you sure you’ll be ok?’ Key asks Mi Yeon in a concerned voice.
‘I’m fine, Minho is taking care of me.’ My heart starts beating faster.
‘Ok, just make sure he doesn’t find out that you’re a girl.’
‘Don’t worry, he won’t and anyway if he did what can he do? I’ll just run away.’ What? Run away?!?!
‘You can’t run away again, what if Park-‘
‘Please. Don’t say his name.’
‘Sorry. But if you run away, Mr. P will find you for sure, this is the only place you’re safe. Don’t ever run away because he will find you.’ WTH?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
‘Fine. Whatever, you’re making me depressed. Don’t you have class soon? I wonder where Minho is?’
Ok enough eavesdropping. I open the door and go in, Key gets up quickly and leaves without saying a word, I pass Mi Yeon the toast and yoghurt and she eats it in a split second, she still looks pale though.
‘Thank you.’ She looks at me and smiles.
‘It’s ok; I think it might be better if you went to sleep for a bit.’
‘Ok.’ She snuggles up in the duvet and soon she is asleep. I get a book out and start to read, I’m sure the teachers won’t mind if I skip a day of school to take care of a friend.
Friends? We’re hardly friends at all, but I want to be more than that, I want to be best friends, I want to be lovers. Lovers? Only in my dreams would that happen.
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