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chapter 8 | Caring

"What're you doing here with my dad?"

I gaze in the direction of the man he mentioned, and I remember what happened earlier before I dozed off. "Oh...I...." my eyes move back towards him, and I avoid giving him all the details. "He fell asleep outside in the cold, but he didn't seem all right. So I brought him here and stayed to check up on his state, but I fell asleep too."

"What was he doing outside again?" he frowns, but I shrug. "I don't know. He maybe needed some time to breathe."

"I'm sure he fucking drunk to sleep again," he sighs but talks rudely, making me feel hurt for Mister Jeon. "Oh, whatever. You should go back to bed. He wouldn't want you to sleep on the sofa because of him."

"Hm..." I nod without answering with a definitive 'yes', but he does not go, probably guessing it is hard for me to go and leave his father all alone here. "He's fine, y/n. You shouldn't worry about him. I'll talk to him tomorrow if you want."

"No need to," I shake my head. "I should wake up in forty minutes anyway. I am going to have my morning routine and do some stuff a bit earlier. I'll take a nap later, it's fine," I explain to him that it is useless to go back to sleep now, and he stands there, looking at me.

Have I said or done something wrong? He does not assume anything, does he?

"Okay...take your time though," he finally breaks this awkward silence full of tension. "I'll wake up in one hour to help you with the breakfast," he walks up the stairs. I really thought he would not believe me and find this weird.

Anyway, I move over the cushions to sit at the edge of the sofa, and I glance down at Mister Jeon next to me. My eyes go towards his chest, and I make sure he is breathing. He seems peacefully asleep.

I need to be quiet and not disturb this moment that is important to him given the hours of work he has in a day.

•••

6 am.

"Mister Jeon?" I wake him up in a soft manner, touching his arm but not shaking him up. "Hm," he opens his eyes, my lips curving up. "I cooked breakfast."

He looks away as if he were a bit lost. "What time is it?" he squints his eyes and glances down at his clothes under the blanket, so I answer him, feeling like he is anxious. "Six in the morning. You have the time to get ready."

"Oh..." he sits up, not seeming in a good state. He grips the edge of the sofa, and he keeps his head down. "Are you okay?" I nibble on my inner lip, and he raises his eyes up. "Yeah...I just..." he clears his throat. "...my head is aching a little."

"There's a painkiller next to your meal," my words make him gaze up as if he were astonished. His big eyes stare deep into mine, but I cannot maintain this contact. "How do you know?"

"You...I brought you to this sofa last night because you fell asleep outside...so—

"Wait," he does not let me continue, sounding troubled by this. "What did I say or do?"

"Nothing, you went back to sleep once I put you on the sofa," I tell him the truth since nothing particular was said. "Are you sure? You wouldn't lie to me, y/n. Right?"

"I wouldn't, Mister Jeon," I shake my head and give him my word, being forced to look back into his eyes. "Hm...I trust you," he nods and directs his eyes towards the kitchen. "I apologize for causing you to see me in this state. I won't let this happen again."

"It's okay, don't be worried, please," I do not add more stress to this since I know how serious it is, but he does not smile like he usually does. He gets up on his feet, standing before me. "Your wife told me to tell you that she won't be home before seven today," I inform him, but he only gives me a brief 'okay'.