» ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ᴀᴜ
Others would think Kim Heejung who's lacking in emotions, has everything... but perhaps not everything. Everything meant differently from the girl who was deprived of the only thing she was passionate about. As if it wasn't th...
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The previous subject they spoke of was never brought up again since then. Sure Sehun initiated and insinuated that Heejung must talk to her parents, but he did not want and did not overstep his place. There was a line he knew he should only be standing at.
Tomorrow, Heejung will be returning to university from their semester break. The song she and Hangyul worked on had been receiving really great feedback and curiosity from the audience, intrigued with her identity that's been intricately left incognito since it was released. The people pressed and pressed Hangyul who the female vocals belong to, however, he refused to tell Heejung's identification, which she was grateful for.
A knock on the door made the girl busy reading an article related to her course, pause and look behind. "What?"
Slowly, Sehun twisted the doorknob and pushed the door, peeking his head out from the small opening.
"I'm going to buy groceries. Wanna come?" He inquired.
She blinked before agreeing, closing her laptop. "I'll just get changed."
"Wear something light. It's hot outside." Sehun mumbled before he nodded and went out.
After getting ready to go out, off they went to the mall, to the grocery. Heejung had with her a list of what she needs for school, taking every product they need with Sehun pushing the cart and following her route.
"Oh wait, let's head this way." The idol pivoted the cart to the right side—the meat and fish area.
"You're gonna cook?" Heejung asked, standing beside Sehun who's waiting for the vendor to hand him the cut-out pieces of chicken he pointed at from inside the glass, hands tugging inside his pockets.
"Yeah."
Her brows raised, lowering her head as she eyed him, flabbergasted. "Wait, you will cook?!"
"Shh!" he lightly pushed his index finger to her lips in an attempt to shush her. "Why are you shouting?" he whisper-shouted.
"I'm not!" she exclaimed, orbs rounding intensely at him. Sehun bored his eyes on her with a 'done' look and pointed at her.
"You just did it again."
"Sehun, are you okay? Are you sick?" She palmed his forehead to somehow feel the heatness of it and learn if he was indeed sick, catching him slightly off-guard from the contact. He gently covered her hand on his face, removing it from there, before uttering, "I am fine. Are you?" He said it with such a monotonous tone.
Brows furrowing in concern, she asked, "Are you sure?"
"I am—"
"Are you sure you're gonna cook?"
He clicked his lips and released a sigh. "Yes, I am. Why are you reacting this way?"
"Nothing," she said, still eyeing him. "This is unusual."
