Moonlight. || Jung Hoseok

THREE

'Kara, you really need to go to a doctor.' If looks could kill, Ye-Jun would've probably dropped dead on the floor the second he said that. I threw an angry look his way while still having my hand wrapped around my still painful wrist.
'I am fine.'
'You're not fine. You're whimpering like a lunatic. Stop acting like such a brat, please.'
'Let's just dance. That's what we're here for, right?' Ignoring my best friend, who was now rolling his eyes at me, I walked over to the stereo to turn the music back on. Before I got there, though, I felt two arms wrap around my waist, picking me up and carrying me away.

'Ye-Jun, I swear. Put me down.'
'I will put you down when we're at the hospital.'
'Stop being such an idiot about this. I told you I'm fine.'
'Let a doctor tell me you're fine then,if you're so sure.' I stopped squirming, knowing that there was literally no point in fighting him anymore. Ye-Jun was like a train: if he had put his senses onto something, there was no stopping him.

Besides that, I'd been getting more and more worried myself as well. If it really was sprained, wouldn't the pain have gone away by now? It had been weeks since the fall. It should've at least started to fade. Instead, it almost seemed to bother me more. Not that I would ever admit that to Ye-Jun, of course. The last thing I wanted now was for him to yell at me more.

It's not that I didn't trust him with the truth. That wasn't it at all. I just didn't want him to unnecessarily worry about me. He didn't need to worry. He didn't have to. He had other things to worry about. More important things. He didn't need the burden of his friend's stupid wrist hurting.

'At least let me walk myself.'
'Only if you promise not to run away like a toddler who has to visit the dentist.'
'I promise, now, please?' He put me down and I straightened my clothes. I looked at him, and for a second I thought of running back inside. Still, I figured it would only slightly delay my inevitable doom, so instead I decided to just walk towards the old Toyota of Ye-Jun.

It took us over half an hour to reach the hospital. I loved Seoul - I loved Seoul a lot - but traffic was brutal here. Awful. Simply awful.

'Straight inside, you.' Ye-Jun said, pointing at the entrance to the ER. 'I will park the car and come see you right after. Don't you try anything, okay?' I watched him drive off, and for the second time that day I thought of running away. I didn't feel like facing this, the worst-case-scenarios running through my mind continuously. What if I, somehow, would never be able to dance again? What if there was permanent damage? I wasn't ready to face that - I was too young to face that.

Then again, that was only the worst case scenario, really, and how often do those actually become reality?

Telling myself I'd be fine, I took a deep breath and walked in.

When we walked back to Ye-Jun's Toyota a couple of hours later, I tried to block out the ranting of my best friend, about how this all could've been avoided if I'd just went to see a doctor earlier, instead of waiting for weeks.

After a lot of waiting, a lot of x-rays, some talking with the doctor and some more waiting, they'd told me I had a scaphoid fracture that, due to me not coming in at an earlier time, had started to heal incorrectly. The only option now was a surgery, followed by - give or take - three months of healing. Thankfully, after that, it'd all heal well, as if nothing had happened.

'This could've been avoided with a cast, but no, you had to go run around with your pain like some kind of sadist.'
'At least it will heal.'
'Yeah, in three months.'
'Three months is fine, and I can still do some stuff. It's not like I'm going to be immobile, you know.'
'If you think I'm going to let you dance during those three months, you're wrong.' I sighed. Well, at least it'd only be for three months. It could've been worse. Way worse.

I sat down on the passenger's seat again.

'When did they plan your surgery again?'
'Next week. Monday.'
'I'll take some time off work and come with you.'
'You don't have to.'
'Shut up, I'm not letting you go alone.' I didn't say anything back, but I knew he knew I was grateful for him. The last thing I wanted was to go alone, and even though I knew my mom would go with me if I asked her to, I felt way better knowing Ye-Jun would be there, to probably make fun of me as soon as he could.

'Can we get a coffee?'
'Coffee?'
'I want an iced Americano.'
'Sure, I guess.'
'Can we also get tteokbokki?'
'Yes, we can.'
'And kkwabaegi?'
'Don't go too far now.'
'I'm hungry.' Ye-Jun laughed.
'You always say you're hungry, and when I buy it for you, you're suddenly full. You can get tteokbokki..'
'But what if I promise to eat it? Can I have some then?'
'If you want it so badly, you can get it yourself. You have a job, you know? You are allowed to spend the money you earn there.'

Of course, Ye-Jun bought me the kkwabaegi I craved - even after I offered to pay for it myself - and, of course, I ended up being too full to eat it right away, just like he'd predicted. Thankfully, they were nice enough to pack it up for me, so I could heat it up again later. Ye-Jun playfully scolded me and I let him, sipping from my drink instead. No matter how full I felt; there was always room for an iced Americano. Always. I didn't care what they'd told me in biology class: I was convinced I had a seperate stomach just for coffee.

We sat in a park, enjoying our snacks, when I suddenly heard someone scrape their throat behind me.

'Excuse me, Ms.?' 

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A/N: Because I missed a couple of days, here's a nice picture of our Sunshine <3 He will be back in the story soon, I promise!

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