Aira was reading a book to push away the fever and it works a little since she has something else to focus on. She was in her pyjamas and wearing a light pink hoodie. Suddenly; someone knocks the door and she puts her book down.

“It’s not locked.” Aira answered. The door pushes open and he brought in a tray in his hands “Tae Jun, I thought you already went home…” Aira sat up straight but as soon as the person steps into a brighter area; Aira’s eyes were wide

“Tae Jun huh?” Sehun stood there with the tray; not feeling disappointed at all

“S-Sehun oppa… What are you doing here?” she was utterly shocked that no words could express it

“Why? I can’t be in your room but Tae Jun can?” he walks to the bed and puts the tray down on her bedside table

“N-no… How, how did you know?” she pinches her brows together

“We bumped into each other. Your boyfriend is pissed I left you here just like that.” Sehun sat down on the couch next to the bed

“Boyfriend? Tae Jun is not my boyfriend.” Aira looks down disappointedly “You are…” she mumbled in a low voice

“I’m pretty sure he would hit me with a baseball bat if I didn’t come back.” Sehun shrugs

“What’s this?” Aira looks into the bowl

“It’s ramyun that I bought from the night market. Pretty sure you’ve never tasted it…”

“I’ve tasted ramyun but I never ate ones from street stall or vendors, not even normal restaurants.” she admitted

“You’re one spoilt kid; have your parents eaten street food?”

“I guess, they won’t let me do so. They said they’re afraid it’s not clean enough and I might get sick.”

“Well if you don’t wanna eat this; I’ll throw it away.” Sehun got up but she stopped him by holding his wrist

“No! It’s okay, I’ll eat them. I’ll eat anything you want me to.” she smiles and took the bowl “Is it okay… For you to come here in this middle of the night?” it was 11:30p.m

“I can always go out if it’s under your name or Mr.Lee.” Sehun shrugs

“I see. Why’d you trouble yourself?” she blew on the hot noodles

“I told you. Your… So called best friend was pissed.” he rolls his eyes

“Wahh~ This is so good!” Aira grinned

“I feel seriously sorry for you, have you even tasted ddeokbokki from the street food or fried pork or something?” Aira shakes her head “God… What do you eat anyway?”

“I usually eat those foods at some restaurants or hotels.” she replies sheepishly

“So this would be your first street food then?” he raises a brow

“Yeah…”

“Your mom and dad won’t kill me for feeding you these things right?” Sehun raises a brow

“No, they like you… A lot.” she smiles to herself

Sehun stared emptily and looks at Aira “They must be really good parents…”

“Very… The best I could have ever wished for.” Aira beams

“You seem all better.” Sehun grunts quietly and places his palm on her forehead “Geez, few hours ago you looked like your blood is drained out and now you look like you just got charged.”

“Which one is better?” she bluntly asks him

“What question is that?” Sehun raises a brow

“I don’t know, maybe you prefer me sick.” she shrugs

“I don’t mind either.” Sehun replied

Aira chuckles at his answer “Despise me that much?”

“I’m pretty sure you know the answer.”

“Can’t you try to be a little bit nicer? You know; you might just find me jumping off a building someday because of you.” she said and Sehun frowns