'Hey, can we meet up and talk for a bit? I know I didn't reply earlier, but I thought it'd probably be better if we spoke face to face. So... We'll talk then? :)'   

I sent the text to Donghae the next morning, but didn't get any reply.  I text Henry and Siwon as well, just asking how they've been and such; I’m worried that maybe they got hurt again…  But not a single answer.  Are they okay?   I would have expected that at least Henry would've said something. I'm not gonna lie, I'm really worried.

                It's been almost a week since I sent those texts, and just when I was gonna accept that they aren't going to reply, I get two texts. One from Siwon and one from Henry.

Siwon's says:

'hey! We're fine! I didn't think you'd actually worry about us, you're so kind hearted :) sorry for not replying sooner... We've been busy, but how are you?'

I reply to his and then open Henry's:

'GAHEUN!! :) hi :) and yeah we're ok ! we weren't hiding from u, if that's what u r thinking :S I'm actually surprised u cared about us, you sounded worried... So SORRY for that! I would have replied sooner! But I got my phone taken away -.-" … we all did :S we got in trouble. Oh well... We can talk now! What're you up to?!'

                Feeling more relieved, I answer his text and set off for work.   Today was extra slow, so Yejin took the opportunity to run errands. I was left in charge, but she said I could leave if I wanted; didn’t look like we were going to have a lot of customers today anyways. I  sit at the bar area, I should stay at least another hour... So Yejin won't say that I just want to frolic and shirk off responsibility.

                I look out the front window, and see a man’s figure walking past the windows to reach the door. He’s  wearing a hoodie, ped with the hood covering his head and face, his head tilting down towards the floor. He enters, his head still facing the ground, before he opens the second door to get in. He takes his hood down, face still facing the floor.  It’s Donghae, I can tell, his hair gives him away. He looks up at me, and smiles a little, pressing his lips together.    Woah.

"Woah... Go sit on the couch over there, and I'll boil an egg."  I say as I point to the couch in the lounge area.

"I'm not here for medical help, I just stopped by so we could talk"  He says, chuckling a little.  I don't care, his bruises are really bad, they're dark, and purple and green, he's even got a bit of a black eye for Pete’s sake!

I ignore him and quickly walk into the kitchen after locking the cafe door.

"Just sit still, and don't try to move." I say, getting irritated because he keeps on trying to refuse the help.  Seriously, he needs it; it might even help the soreness and sensitivity of the bruises. I begin to press the egg on his face, and at first, it was fine, but after a while it started to get...

...

... Awkward. (I bet you already knew I was gonna say this, huh?)

                I notice the awkwardness after I used my free hand to hold his chin and turn his head, (I was sitting beside him, and he only looked straight, so I needed to do it!). He stiffened slightly, and his eyes were looking straight at me. I turn my focus to his eyes after I sensed the vibe of being stared at, but he quickly darts his eyes to the floor. Haha, must be awkward for him to.  Unfortunately, I have this tendency to laugh when I feel awkward. And this was no exception.

"Haha... Are you always gonna be hurt when I see you?"   I ask jokingly, trying to relief the awkward aura with small talk.

He just smiles, and continues to look down.

"Stop smiling, I need to massage your cheek"  I tell him quickly.

                He stops smiling, trying not to laugh, but he can’t fully get rid of his smile. His nose begins to flare a little. Unable to resist, I laugh at him, and let go of my grip on his face, and let it fall on the couch right beside me. He laughs as well, and good thing too... All of our tension/awkwardness is gone now. Thank goodness.

"Okay, let's try to finish this" I say after another fit of laughter.  He nods, and this time, turns his body to face me, sitting cross legged on the couch.

"Will you always be my doctor when I see you?"  He asks in a quiet, breathy voice, grinning.

"Hmmm... I don't know. Depends... Will you need the help?"  I reply, following his lead (To be honest, I wasn’t fully paying attention to what he said).

With his grin still intact he says,

"If you'll always be my doctor, I'll always be your patient"  He answers childishly.

"Ah ha-ha-ha..."  Is all I say, rolling my eyes. Sounds so corny, aha.

"Thanks again, though."  He says more seriously again.  I look at him, to see him staring at me intently, his eyebrows slight furrowed. He doesn’t even attempt to look away this time.

"No... Problem..." I answer, staring at him wide eyed.  So serious all of a sudden...

                He takes my hand from his chin and just holds it in his, his eyes never leaving mine. He doesn't look away, or let go of my hand, he focuses  solely on me. My other hand, the egg already had been dropped (haha), just falls to my lap.  He leans closer to me, very slowly, his gaze still the same as before. Is he going to... Kiss me? Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. What do I do?  I want to pull away  and free my hand, but ... For some reason... I just can't.  Maybe it's his gaze... Maybe that's why I can't move away. It's made me paralyzed!  Oh my gosh. His face is even closer to mine now; I can feel his breath on my skin... Crap. Crapcrapcrapcrapcrap.  Is this really going to happen?  Damn. damndamndamndamn...   

He turns his head slightly, so our noses don’t collide and leans in even further.   He's so close now...

*DOONG! DOONG! DOONG!!!!!!!!~~~~*

OH GOD DAMMIT! Why!?