Second Arrangement

CHAPTER 24 - ONE STEP CLOSER

JACKSON

Now I wished we weren't just flying from Beijing to Seoul as it was too short. Two hours was too short. We could only watch one movie on board. I wanted more time with her. I wanted to see her frown when she thought the scene wasn't making any sense. I wanted to see her eyes flutter close when she felt tired and just needed a short shut-eye. I wanted to look at her when she was eating. It was a miracle that she didn't get any indigestion from inhaling her food. Yeah, I was sure that she was eating so fast that she wasn't munching on them, but inhaling them. She defended herself, saying that it was a work-related hazard. Yeah I knew she didn't have the luxury of eating slowly since she had to take care of lots of patients and then do surgeries, but still.. She was eating too fast that I had to tell her numerous times to slow down. We weren't at the hospital anyway, so she could take her time to eat.

I wanted to hold her hand when she was feeling nervous during the landing. I wanted to let her head fall on my shoulder when she dozed off while watching the movie and how she blushed after getting her head back up. I squeezed her hand once again when we were about to pass the immigration once again. She knew that past the immigration, fans would start to swarm around us. And even though I was sure that she would be fine under the disguise as one of my staff, she still felt nervous.

"Don't worry, no one will suspect it," I assured her as this was my last chance to hold her hand. I might as well use it wisely. Once the immigration booth was in sight, I let go of her hand and walked toward the other line to minimize the suspicion.

The rest of the week went as usual. After getting her back home safely, I didn't get the chance to see her much. She had to catch up with her work here as she has left her team for a month. She fell back into the same routine of assisting surgeries and doing night duties again. I did bring her back to my place twice to eat dinner and catch up with each other, but it ended with a bit of a mishap.

"Hyung, what is choledo... How are you supposed to read this word anyway?" Bambam broke my trance.

"What? What mumbo jumbo word are you saying?" I frowned.

"This," he showed me the phone in his hand and he pointed to a word in the message, choledocolithiasis.

"Choledocolithiasis," I read the word as I've pronounced it wrong once and Ellie corrected me. "Why the hell do you have someone texting you about choledocolithiasis? You can't even pronounce the word."

"Not me," he shrugged, extending the phone to me. "This is your phone, not mine."

I looked at the phone that was now in my hand and turned it slowly. Putting it up in front of my eyes, the phone was unlocked and I saw the teddy bear that I gave Ellie back when she was in Beijing on the screen. She was allergic to flowers, so the next day I sent her the teddy bear as my token of apology and she put it as her lock screen. My eyes widened when I realized I grabbed the wrong phone yesterday. This was a disaster.

I stood up abruptly that I knocked Bambam out of the couch accidentally. I muttered an apology to him quickly and dialed my own number as I stepped out to the hallway, hoping that Ellie wasn't in surgery yet or it would be worse.

"Our phone got swapped," I quickly informed her when she picked up the call. Considering that she didn't greet me when she picked up the call, I bet she was confused why she was holding my phone and not her own. "I think I grabbed yours last night."

"Ugh, this is why you shouldn't buy us identical phones," she groaned. "No wonder it was beeping like crazy all morning, and they were all instagram notifications, twitter notifications, and God knows what else. I don't even have twitter, so I have my suspicions but you call before I get the chance to check it."