Panting as she rang their doorbell, Jieun was relieved to see his grandmother open their front door, and let the woman in. The old lady already knew why she was here, if Jieun would know better, she was 99% sure that his grandmother must already have the overview of Jieun and her grandson’s problem. Jieun gave the woman a small smile, and before she could even ask, she already answered her question, “He’s upstairs. He has been sick with the flu,” she said.

“Ah.. thanks,” Jieun answered, giving the woman a guilty look. Her foot landed on the first step of the stairs, but before she ran upstairs, she glanced back at the old lady. “Sorry,” she mumbled, her tongue blocking the rest of what she was going to say.

Just like earlier, the woman just gave her a sincere smile, and it only made Jieun felt ten folds guiltier. “It’s okay Jieun, now go. I know my grandson needs you now the most,” he said, and with one last smile, Jieun rushed upstairs to his room. 

Opening the door, Jieun saw her boyfriend, lying on his bed, with his body shifted to one side. Cautiously, she took silent steps towards Yixing, and faced him. His mouth was slightly parted, and she saw beads of sweat on his forehead. Jieun carefully felt his forehead with the back of her hand. “He’s still warm,” she whispered to herself.

The guilt she was on before, increased, now it just drowned her completely as she worriedly stare at her sick boyfriend. Jieun hated herself. When she was sick Yixing threw his first days of vacation and always came over to take good care of her, but now when she also needs to do the same, she’s inside her room, wasting energy on sulking, when they should just be talking about it.

Without any second guessing, she pulled his blanket, and Jieun climbed on his bed, recoiling herself against him. Jieun buried herself on his chest, and there she quietly sobbed. Those tears of remorse, of sadness, of days not seeing him, of days she may not see him in the future. All of those thoughts running a thousand miles in her head, and it were killing her inside. Unaware, her boyfriend has woken up from his slumber. “Jieun?” He said groggily, but Jieun tightened her hold around Yixing. “No, stay like this a little longer.”

Taking a deep breath, Yixing put his hand on her head, and pushed gently closer to his chest. “Did something