Unexpected to Least Expected

Chapter 26~The cause of stress

*next day~11:24am*

I wake up and looked around. I'm in a hospital room? I look to my side and see Ray and Tae sleeping against eachother on a chair. I look to my other side and see Kook sleeping against the bed I'm on.

I lay still. Kook moves and I look back at him. He smiles, "Hey, how are you feeling?" He asks in a sleepy tone.

I slightly laugh, "I'm okay. My stumach hurts a bit though."

He nods, "The doctor said that that could happen. They said that you passed out due to stress. The baby is okay. Are you sure you are?"

I brush my fingers against his cheek, "Yes. I'm alright."

He smiles, "I'll go tell a doctor you're awake." I nod in reply. He kisses me and gets up. He leaves the room.

I hear a bit of shuffling to my side. I look over and see Tae. He looks almost scared but sad. I smile at him, "You don't need to worry. I'm okay."

He shakes his head, "I can't not worry about you."

I sigh, "Fine, but just don't think that this is your fault. It's not and I know how you are."

"It kind of is though."

I roll my eyes and sit up, "Tae. If anything it's Kooks fault he's the one who's been stressing me out 24/7."

"What?" Kook stands in the door way of the room.

I look over at him and shake my head, "Kook I was just kidding. You don't stress me out too much."

He sits back down on the chair, "It's fine. The doctor is going to come soon." He shows no emotion and stays quiet.

*7:14pm*

I walk into the house with my bag. I drop it off in mine and Kooks room. He does the same. I go to talk to him but he goes to the bathroom.

I sigh and go into the livingroom. Kook hasn't spoken to me since the hospital. I think it's kind of childish, but I don't blame him. I did say he was the cause of me passing out due to stress.

But in my defense he was making me really stressed out. First with the raft, then with disappearing without telling me. It's just been a rough couple of days.

I hear the bathroom door open, he walks out and goes into the kitchen. He opens the fridge and takes out some food. He places the leftovers on the counter and stares at the microwave.

I get up and walk over to the counter, "Do you want me to heat it up?"

He looks at me with a blank expression. He nods in reply. I go into the kitchen and open the container and put it in the microwave. Kook goes into the livingroom. I start it and soon follow after him.

Kook looks around the room. He doesn't talk. I sigh, "Kook please talk to me."

He looks over at me and sighs, "What do you want to talk about?" He asked in a calm tone.

I huff and walk over to the couch. I sit down next to him, "Don't be like that. You know what I want to talk about." The microwave beeps. He tries to get up but I push him down, "Talk to me." My tone is calm.

"NO!" I back up from him. He just yelled at me. I see the regret on his face, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell."

I still keep the distance between us, "It's fine. I probably deserve it."

He shakes his head, "You don't. I'm just, argh, I don't know what I'm doing. I shouldn't be acting this way, I know I'm stressing you out. I just, I can't seem to stop." He puts his hands against his face.

I lean forward and pull away his hands. I tilt his head up so he's looking at me, "Kook, I need you to relax. If you don't relax then it'll stess me out. But if you stay calm and just continue being you, I will be less stressed out."

He frowns, "But I can't relax, I can't stay calm."

I pull him into a hug and rub the back of his head, "Then just don't block me out. I need you, I need all of you."

He pulls away and looks me in the eye, "I'll try." I smile and kiss him. I pull back and stand up. He pulls my arm, "Where are you going?"

I look back at him, "To get the food. I'm hungry." He laughs.