“Hoahhm…”

Ah, so sleepy. What time is it now? 7.55 A.M. I’m late. Why didn’t he wake me.. oh, he’s still here. He usually wakes up first. This beautiful human. Sometimes I still wonder if we had met before. He feels so familiar. I still can’t get over his silver hair. The longer I stay with him, images of that silver hair, his dark brown eyes, his gorgeous smiles rushing into my head. A bundle of strange memories from different time came, but I don’t know from when or where. It wasn’t even clear but I do feel that silver hair has the same owner. Or not. I’m really not sure right now. I’m sure I’ve never knew him before, but I keep having this feeling like I’ve known him for a long time. He wasn’t help solving this confuse feeling either, he just understands me too much, too perfect, it was convenient at first, but it was strange the later. We’re both strangers, why would he know that I still don’t know how human body works? About my grumbling stomach, how to use the toilet, how necessary it is to take a bath and dry my hair after shower, how to cook and seasoning, taught me that thing called manners, and other humane things I’ve never known before. He often talks like he knew me. I had just known that human doesn’t accept stranger into their house so easily like he did to me. Then he let me live here with him, even said that he loves me. I don’t get how he works. What kind of human he is? Is it possible that God created something as humane and as angelic as him? Well, it is God we talking about. Anyway, we have to go to work. I have to wake him up. 

“Hakyeon?”

Is he that sleepy? He immediately wakes up when I shake him like this. He’s not a heavy sleeper.

“Hakyeon…?”

This is unusual.

“Hakyeon.”

He usually doesn’t like this. He’s.. he’s still breathing.

“Hakyeon, wake up.”

“Mm..”

“Hakyeon…”

“I’m up, Taekwoon… What time is it now..?”

“It’s 8 a.m.”

His face is red. He’s breathing heavily. He usually smiling brightly every time he sees me as soon as he opens his eyes. There’s something wrong about him.

“Hakyeon, are you okay?”

“I don’t know… My head feels heavy.”

“Do you want to drink? I’ll.. I’ll make breakfast.”

“Mm, water would be great… Thank you, Taekwoon…”

Hot. My cheek, no, his hand is burning. His body is always warm but never like this. What’s wrong with him…?

“Don’t worry, Taekwoon. Just bring me a glass of water… My throat is sore…”

His throat is sore? What.. what should I do…? Whatever, a glass of water first. What’s wrong with him? Why would his throat sore? We ate the same thing the whole time, nothing too weird. He always thinks too hard about those food we are going to eat, not enough nutrients, too greasy, overcooked, all those things he said. Besides, there’s nothing wrong with me too. It’s true that before we slept, he said he had a headache. That’s why we slept earlier last night. But he was fine and quickly asleep in my arms not too long after he drank that little thing called aspirin.

“Hakyeon…”

“Mm..”

“Drink this..”

He looks so weak right now. His body is still burning. What in the world happened to you, Hakyeon?

“Taekwoon…”

“Hm?”

“I don’t think I could go to work today… Can you call the manager and told him I—“

“I get it. Just rest, Hakyeon, I’ll make breakfast.”

“Okay… Taekwoonie?”

“What is it?”

“Can you stay here with me?”

“I wasn’t planning to leave you like this either, Hakyeon. Sleep for a while. I woke you up when I’m finished.”

I decided to devide this super long chapter into 3 parts. Hope you still like it~ :)) #kizzyu