Lover in Time [21+] JHS FF

NINE

"Doctor, can I go home?" I ask him. I don't want to pass the night here, and these guys are well-intentioned to remain if I stay. "I know I'm being unreasonable but, do you really want them to stay here?"

He looks at the guys and then at the staff that practically isn't working 'cause of them. He sighs "Very well, but there must be something that needed to do. Who will look after her?" He asks the group and Hobi puts his hand up. "Very well. Listen carefully..."

While the doctor explains to Hobi what to do I signal Tae to come near. "What's up?"

"I know it's not the right time, but I need to know something."

"Sure!"

"Why Hobi's eyes are sad sometimes?"

He looks at me then at him and starts to tell me his story. When Hobi gets back all I can do is hug him. "I love you," I tell him.

"I love you too, but what's this for? Not that I mind."

"Because you are you."
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"Baby? Asha, wake up." I hear Hobi call me.

"Hmmm."

"Sunshine, I know you're sleepy but the doctor said to wake you up every two hours."

"That doctor is bad. And you too need to sleep." I tell in a slurred voice.

"I know, I know. Headache?"

"No."

"Blurry vision?"

Opening my eyes and looking around I tell "No."

"Dizzy?"

"No."

"Good. Now go back to sleep. I promise this is the last time I wake you up." I snuggle into him and fall asleep again.

Today they took me with them to the studio, to be under control. In the afternoon Sejin came with news. "Guys this week you have a lot of work. First, you're going to shoot two episodes of Run then a few apparitions on TV shows. We leave tomorrow morning at six. Now go home and prepare the luggage."

"Manager wait, what about Asha she can't stay alone."

I look at them. "I'm not an invalid. I'm only hurt. Don't worry and do your work."

"Asha, if you want you can come with us," Sejin says.

"No, I would only be a distraction, and they won't do their work properly."

"But..." Tae and Hobi start, I stop them raising my hand.

"No buts. I will be ok. Don't worry. Now let's go home. You need to pack."
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After I say goodbye to them this morning, I cleaned a little before my head start to ache where the stitches are. "Ah, jinjja. It really hurts and itchy."

At lunchtime, I am about to prepare some sandwiches when the doorbell rings. "Yes, who is it?"

"Asha?" a girl says.

"Yes?" and now who is it? Hope is not another of that crazy girls.

"Hi, I'm Jiwoo, Hoseok's sister."

"Oh, sure come." I wait at the door and I see a beautiful girl who looks like Hobi. "Please, come in," I tell her. "I'm sorry, but Oppa's not home right now," I tell her.

"I know." She tells me giggling. "I came for you!"

"For me? I don't understand."

"Hobi called this morning and asked me to look after you."

"What?" I tell her with wide eyes, feeling rather embarrassed. "There's no need," I tell putting my hand on my head. "Aish." I hiss. For a moment I forgot about the cuts.