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chapter 24 | Only you

"Is something wrong?" I open the bottle for him, and he grabs a box of pills in a cubicle. "I feel sick...I have a migraine..." he gets two painkillers and swallows them.

"Oh, has this already happened to you?" I look for the heating pads and take one. "Yes...but it's horrible...I feel like dying..." he leaves the bottle down on the flat surface, and I move up to him while the pad is warming up. "Wait," I put my hand under his bangs to touch his forehead and check his temperature, his eyes remaining closed.

I remove it once I do not feel any signs of fever but brush my thumb over his cheek, hating to see him in pain. "It's going to be fine, don't worry. I know what it feels like," I try my best to reassure him, and I turn towards the bowl full of fruits. I grab a banana, and I go towards the fridge. "You can get on the sofa and lie down if you don't want to go back to bed."

He does as suggested, and I get the bottle of milk, I pour some in a cup and put it in the microwave for one minute. I also focus on the food, turn the induction off since it is cooked, and I take the cup out once it rang. I add some cocoa powder to it since chocolate milk can help to make you feel better in any type of situation, and I leave the spoon in the drink. I grab the banana, the heating pad, and the cup to head towards the young boy.

Noticing he is lying down while hugging a cushion, I place the cup down on the coffee table and squat down before him. "Here, leave this on the painful side," I hand him the heating pad, and he puts it under his head to have it against the right side of his face. I do not tell him to do anything else but pull the peel of the banana down, and I break a piece of it to feed him. "Eat this. The painkillers will hurt your stomach if you don't."

He listens to me and takes it in his mouth, so I do it slowly and make him eat this entirely. I do not speak, knowing that quietness is the best when you have to deal with this type of pain. However, I kindly rub the aching side of his forehead, passing my thumb over it and his eyebrow arch, where some triggering points are.

He does not complain but lets me do it, so I continue. "I don't want want to go to school today..." he mumbles through the discomfort, behaving like this for the first time. I have never seen him deal with pain or show it, so this hurts me. "I'll talk about it with your dad. Don't worry. He's taking a shower right now," I give him another piece of fruit, then continue the massage.

"Okay..." he chews on it, slowly, like a baby, and I smile. A door getting opened, I peek in that direction and see Mister Jeon walk out of the bathroom in a black turtle neck top and a pair of tight jeans. "I'm coming back," I press a caring kiss on Hajoon's forehead. "Try to eat the rest," I leave the banana in front of him and stand up to head towards Mister Jeon, who is fixing his top in his pants. "Can I talk to you?"

"Sure," he nods but glances at his son with evident concern. He follows me towards the kitchen. "What's wrong?" he asks without waiting. So I explain to him while serving his breakfast in a dish. "Hajoon is feeling sick because of a migraine, and he just woke up a few minutes to take two painkillers, but he told me that he doesn't want to go to school...He's really not feeling good."

"Oh...all right, I see," he understands. "He'll stay home then. I don't want him to go in this state," he does not even think twice before making his decision. He is such a good dad. Mine would never have allowed me to stay home and rest.

"So, you're not leaving the house, are you?" I lay the dish on the kitchen island next to us, and he sits down in front of it, but I do not get by his side, still feeling nervous whenever he is near me, not knowing how my heart should feel. To be honest, I cannot even tell if this nervousness, pain, or discomfort. "I'm just going to go shopping because I want to buy some stuff," he grabs the chopsticks to dig in the food. "Okay," I do not say anything more, still thinking about the other night's talk.