Complicated||Han Jisung

|Chapter 12|

- 4 Days Later -

Being stuck on a couch with nothing to do was nice, honestly. As much as I love to dance, I'm lazy and love sitting down doing nothing. However, I didn't get as much peace as I wanted since Han wouldn't leave my fucking side. I tried getting Han to leave every day for the first two days, even texted all the members to get him out of my dorm but they didn't want to do anything for me. Some of them were still a little annoyed about what I did and wanted me to face this torture. I decided to give up after day three and ignored him as much as I could.

Han and I were currently sitting on the couch in my dorm, watching a new anime we agreed to start together. After an hour, Han left to use the washroom, I continued watching the anime because I would just play it back for Han. The only thing was I couldn't concentrate because Han's phone was buzzing like crazy. Annoyed, I paused the anime and picked it up, planning to put it on silent mode but seeing the texts got me interested. I started reading them and saw that his dad was ill. I read most of it until I heard Han open the door to the washroom. Putting his phone back on the couch, I played the show and started going back to the part Han last saw.

Finishing about 3 episodes in about an hour, I paused the show before it could play another one. Han gave me a confused look, but I ignored it and turned to him fully. "Han." Looking up from the couch, I saw he was already looking at me. "Yea, do you need anything? Is your ankle okay?" Han reached for my ankle to see if it was swelling, but I grabbed his hand and stopped him while shaking my head. Han looked at our hands and I instantly pulled away. "No, I'm good. I just had a question." Sighing deeply, I processed. "Why do you come here every day to take care of me? I mean, I treat you like shit and it's not like we're that close." Han was looking at me, leaning in closer to show me he was giving me all his attention.

His attention was creeping me out, but I just kept looking at him waiting for an answer. It was so silent, and I honestly think we could hear Stray Kids in the next dorm. "(Y/N)." I gave a small nod. "If I tell you promise me, you'll still let me take care of you?" Ew... This is getting real sappy real quick. "I'm not promising anything Han. Now tell me." I responded in a serious tone, not in the mood. Han sighed at my tone but still decided to tell me. "Well, recently my family has been having a hard time. So, taking care of you makes me feel at ease." That wasn't the full truth, so I didn't accept it.

"Han, I know that's not all, there's something wrong with your father, right?" Widening his eyes, Han looked at me a little creeped out that I knew. "When you went to the washroom your phone started buzzing like crazy and it was annoying. I tried to turn it off but ended up reading your messages." Annoyance was the only thing Han was showing towards me in the moment. He looked like he wanted to get up and leave but didn't have the heart to leave me alone.

Without saying anything, Han got up and grabbed two glasses of water for us. Sitting back down, he started talking. "One, that's rude and two, you're right. My father is sick right now and has been for a few weeks. I can't see him because of my schedule, that's why taking care of you puts me at ease. So please, let me take care of you, so I don't feel useless." Rolling my eyes, I turned my head away and smiled a little. It was kind of cute, what he was doing. "You are useless but if this helps. Yea whatever, you can still take care of me." Smiling so wide that his teeth started to blind me, I grabbed the remote and played the show.

- A Week and A Half Later -

I'm now done with my two weeks, well almost. I have about 2 days left but I'll be back in the practice room soon. I'm excited but mainly because I get to hang out with the boys. I can't believe I even thought about that but it's true. I've been getting along with all of them more within the two weeks. They visited every chance they got and when all of them were home, they would come over and cook then have dinner at my dorm. They didn't want to make me feel left out and some of them admitted they missed me.