In all honesty, I’m busy. There’s this School Heads and others visiting our school and observing every teacher. And ASDNFLIEJFLKNDZKV!!! The amount of stress . . . okay. Work. That needs to be done is like waaaaaay up there!

So, what’s with the update? I don’t know. I guess I’m a more loyal to being a delu/trying hard/annoying/psychotic AFF Royal author than being a teacher. LMAO Kidding aside, I would just keep on thinking about the update if I would set this aside and would end up being bored in doing my other required works to do. At least, after updating this, I would focus completely on my work, deh?

Why am I saying this here? Did you ask me? Yeah. You didn’t. Sorry. HAHAHA!

This chapter is inspired by Super Junior’s KRY feat. Sungmin and uri fishy, Donghae oppa  . . .

In My Dreams.

Please. Listen to it. I don’t care while reading this, or before or after but . . . listen to it! That song! I cannot! It’s my favorite ballad of Suju. Everything about the song is perfect. I’m so proud of our Fishy Prince! He may not be with the same caliber of KRY’s voice but heck! The fish could hit the notes really well!!! Super Junior really has the best ballads. Hands up. Tell me a Suju ballad song that could beat In My Dreams. :)

She comes back

“Don’t you think a one kilo of chicken for a soup is too much for a tiny lady like her?”

He grinned at her widely. “Aniyo omma. It’ll help her feel better. If she couldn’t finish all of it, then she could share some to her siblings and mom.” Donghae pursed his lips forward as he paused on cutting the carrots. He looked to his side and chuckled. “Don’t let her petite frame fools you, omma. She’s a big eater. I think she eats more than Shindong hyung.” And Ms. Lee laughed along with him.

She says she’s sorry

Donghae had wanted to talk to Dara ever since that kiss happened. He had her number for him to call her but even Eunhyuk got annoyed with the way the fish would paced back and forth in front of their beds, fidgeting while chanting a word.

The skilled hands that I missed caress my own

Hello?

Hello, Dara?

Hel-lo? Hello?

Uhm, hello?

Hi, hello?

Dara? Uhm. Hello?

Hello!

Until one night, Eunhyuk couldn’t take it. The anchovy threw a pillow on his bestfriend’s head. Hard. Don’t you have anything to say to Dara ssi other than a freaking hello?!?!?!?! Donghae stopped trying to muster the courage to call her then. He must talk to her. Personally. In flesh.

The apologetic eyes that look at me

The voice I want to hear

Tenderly telling me not to cry

And here is. After seeing Dara’s post in Instagram of her lying on a bed with an ice pack on her forehead with a caption: High fever. Achooo! Take care Blackjacks! Please avoid getting sick. Don’t try to follow me. Achooo! Donghae immediately asked for his mother’s help to help him cook a chicken soup for her. When Mrs. Lee heard him say her name, she was stunned for a few seconds. But then her eyes twinkled in much delight and hugged her son tightly. Get my daughter-in-law back. She said.

After an hour of cooking it, Mrs. Lee offered some for Donghae to taste. “Here.” The fish took his apron off and took a sip. His eyes widened and grinned at her. “Perfect!” He gave his mom two thumbs up as Mrs. Lee messed his hair lightly.

“With this mom’s super chicken soup, I’m sure Dara’s fever will instantly go and she’ll become healthier!” Donghae finished securing the lock of the container.

Mrs. Lee laughed again. “I don’t want to see even a piece of carrot when you bring this container back, arachi?” It wasn’t the first time she cooked for Dara. The first time was back in 2012 when Donghae said that a very special friend was sick and he thought that her chicken soup had this healing effect that would make her sickness go. She already taught him how to cook it lots of times and the fish actually got the exact taste of hers. But why he keeps on asking for her help? Yours is better. More delicious. Must be a mother’s touch.

If I hold you in my arms, You disappear

The tears flow and my pillow becomes wet

Mrs. Lee had no idea about the hell her son went through but she could feel it. With his few calls to her years ago. She knew he was suffering just like her but she kept her silence. She had always waited for him to come to her and ask for her help just like with her chicken soup but he didn’t. He didn’t. Her baby has grown up. Her baby was hurting. But she endured the pain just like him. For Mrs. Lee knew . . . her baby has grown really strong.

“Bye omma! Komawo!” Donghae went to her and kissed her on the forehead before running to the door.

“Donghae.”

He already opened their home’s door when he heard his mom called her. He looked back at her with the paper bag on his right hand.

At last I wake up from my sleep

“I love you.”

Morning is always like this

Donghae was silent for a moment before breaking a smile that his mom had always loved.

“I love you too, omma.”

My love . . .

I hope I fall asleep forever like this

He could feel his hands being sweaty as put his car to a stop in front of the Park’s house. Durami had texted him a few minutes ago that Dara had been craving for a soup but since Mrs. Park was busy at work and Durami on her project, she told her to just patiently wait. Meaning, patiently wait for Donghae to come.

I wake up with her presence still

He took his seatbelt off and was silent. The touch of her lips against his. Donghae could feel his heart about to jump. What am I gonna tell her? Is she mad at me for doing that? What am I gonna do? Will she like it that I’m here? What if I would just add to her stress? Should I go back now? But I miss her. I really miss her. His forehead creased more than ever. His eyes landed on the paper bag on his passenger’s seat.

Although I hope I don’t dream again

“Ani.” His mother helped him cook this for her. He wouldn’t back down and get Dara back. “Don’t worry, omma. I will never let your precious dish go to waste!” He exclaimed in so much determination, grabbed the bag and headed to the gate.

Today too, it seems I fall asleep with her presence

He was near the gate when Thunder got out from the house and opened the gate for him. “Hyung.” He said quietly.

“Sanghyun ah.” Donghae was beyond nervous. He looked like he was panting or something. “Where is she?” He smiled at him as his grip on the bag tightened.

“At the garden.” Thunder pointed to his right where a pathway was leading to it.

“Arasso.” Donghae nodded. I can do this! I’m going to take good care of santokki! Fever! Go away! “Wish me luck!” The fish chuckled and walked towards the garden.

“Hyung, wait!” Thunder called his name. “But Dara noona is-”

“Ssshh. Tone down.” D