Eight Shots of Espresso | Na Jaemin

Chapter 10

The thought about the person who left you that paper bag full of food and sanitary pads wouldn't leave you alone. Who could it possibly be? Only Giselle knew what you were suffering about. Could it be her? Putting that aside, the bar of chocolates made you feel a little bit better though the tolerable but seething pain was still there.

You read the note that you found inside the paper bag when you almost emptied its contents.

"I hope these food will help you feel better."

The penmanship was neat and elegant, the kind you see on fancy invitations. It was not familiar. You're not sure if it was Giselle's since you had never seen her handwriting.

"I'll just ask her when I get home," you muttered to yourself as you slowly got up and fixed your disheveled hair. You straightened your clothes and slung your bag on your shoulder, fishing your phone out of your pocket. When you looked at the time, you almost screamed in shock, eyes popping out of their sockets.

It was only five minutes before the time of dismissal of your last period. You slept during your second subject to your last period in the afternoon, skipping lunch break. No wonder hunger woke you up. With a heavy sigh, you departed from the clinic and went your way home to your dorm. You got a lot of explaining to do to your professors, and you didn't see Jaemin today to thank him for yesterday.

You were sure you saw him earlier morning but wasn't able to say anything to him because the pain was almost unbearable. Thinking about tomorrow, you trudged your way back home. When you got back to the dorm, you came across your mother's friend, BoA who was carrying a huge container.

"Oh, (Name)! There you are!"

"Good afternoon, Miss BoA," you greeted.

"I told you to just call me Auntie," she said. "Anyway, I got this from my friend, Key. He lives in a different place and sent these peaches. I couldn't eat all of it so I'm planning to give some to you. Do you eat peaches?"

Your eyes twinkled with her question. "I do! I love peaches!"

BoA gave you a kind, almost motherly smile. "Here you go. Get as many as you want."

With a happy smile, you merrily skipped to the elevator, pressing the button to the fifth floor. You got home and Giselle wasn't around yet so you took your time in the shower, soaking your body in a relaxing hot bath, pain slowly dissipating. After that, you got dressed in your pajamas and busied yourself with the peaches.

When you took the first bite, you remembered a memory from the past.

About a certain someone who loved peaches.

You and Jaemin got home from elementary school and decided to play together. He visited your house today and your mother was overjoyed.

"My handsome boy, Nana, how are you today?" your mother asked. The fact that she welcomed him first and not you wasn't shocking. You were used to it, besides, his mother treated you the same.

"I'm alright, thank you. I'm here to play with (Name) today."

"Did she force you?" your mother asked.

Jaemin glanced at you. You remembered how you threw a tantrum earlier because he wanted to take a nap instead of playing. You gave him a warning glare before going to your room to change your clothes. Jaemin was left in his uniform and was too lazy to go home first.

After you got changed, you saw your mother preparing lots of food in front of Jaemin. The food that caught your attention was the plate full of slices of peaches.