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chapter 25 | Closed eyes

"Why...?"

I do not even know why. "Hajoon, you're seventeen. Putting your face on this spot could make her feel uncomfortable, and you know she wouldn't tell you even if it does."

He does not get upset but rather pensive. "But...she never pushes me away or seems annoyed...and I feel good like this..."

"I know, but she's a woman, you're almost her age, Hajoon," my excuses do not even make sense, but if I do not try to drift him apart from her, this will only worsen everything on the day I will have to tell him the truth. "Hm...okay..." he moves away from her, and he sits down properly to open his bag of banana kicks as slowly and quietly as he can.

I do not like to do this, but I have to.

I pull my hair back and step behind her to bend over the back of the sofa and cup her jawline in a gentle manner to hold it still, making sure she does not wake up in a startle and hurt her neck. "Hey," I softly bring her back to consciousness, and she leaves her dreams, slowly.

"Hm?" an instinctive response escapes her, and she turns her head to gaze up at me. I look into her eyes and smile. "Lie down to sleep, your neck is going to be sore," I take my hand off her out of obligation, but she keeps her eyes fixed on mine, breathing a bit too hard to not cause some questioning to my mind. "I'm sorry if I scared you," I grin, but she licks her lips and shakes her head, before directing her gaze to the floor.

She rubs her eyes and moves forth on the sofa as I cannot help but wonder what she was dreaming about to be in such a state. "Rest some more. I can tell that you're tired."

"No...I'm fine...I just—"

"Y/n," I pronounce her name to make myself clear, and she sets her eyes on me again. "Rest," I repeat, in a soft voice, and I take my jacket off to hang it on the coat rack and go back to the kitchen.

I take care of getting everything out of the bags and lay them on the counter. Once they're empty, I put them in the cubicle where I always keep them to have my own shopping bags, and I now put everything on its place.

I grab a few bottles of the strawberry flavored water that y/n likes to drink, hearing her talk with Hajoon, and I step towards the fridge with everything in my arms.

Not a single step made, I do not even have any control over what is happening but feel all the bottles I had in my right hand end on the floor. An acute current of pain runs through my hand and forearm, I put the other bottles down to try to take a moment and handle this.

I close my eyes but cannot do anything other than wait for it to pass, witnessing my hand shake all by itself as the tension in it is awfully difficult to stand.

"What's wrong?" y/n already stands by me and touches my arm, but I do not look at her, I bite my lips and attempt to hide my trembling hand from her. "Nothing. I just...I didn't hold them properly," I turn around to pick up the bottles on the floor, but she grabs my left hand and prevents me from doing it.

She does not even tell me that she does not believe this falsehood, and she inches closer to look down at my hand. I close it into a fist, and I reassure her about this before she could even start to be worried. "It's okay. It just needs time to heal."

"Go to the doctor or hospital, please. This is not okay," she does what I feared her to do, and I sigh. I cannot tell her that the reason why I avoid this issue is only because I am scared that I might not be able to work anymore for a few months, and even if I do not have a job anymore at this right moment, this does not mean that I would not get an opportunity in a few weeks.

I avert my eyes from her and bend over to grab the bottles. "Mister Jeon," she says, her voice exuding some distress. I straighten my back and gaze down into her eyes but perceive the concern and grief I cause. "Why don't you do it already? It's not as swollen as it was, you can go to the doctor now."