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[M.NAME] WASN'T HIS usual sweet self today. It was obvious that he's sick so why didn't he go home? Couldn't he see how he looked like right now? He was pale and looked like he'll pass out any second, even the others in the class kept giving him worried glances whenever he'd cough.

Wasn't he aware of any of that? Perhaps living in his own world had its major pros and cons, what of the disadvantages was being unaware of how people look at him.

Everytime we'd walk together, even just in the halls, I'd have to hold his arm to keep him from stumbling over himself. Fuck. He looked so weak yet he still manages to smile whenever I'd look at him, telling me I shouldn't be worried and that I shouldn't bring him to the hospital.

He's such a stubborn ass. I've never met someone like him. A sweet idiot. But he's my idiot so I can't do anything about it but just go along with what he wants.

I badly wanted to bring him to the hospital, or to even carry him in my arms and continue walking to his home, but he kept rejecting every offer I've made.

Why can't he see that I'm genuinely worried about him? That I don't want him getting hurt or continue being in pain? Why can't he see that he means so much to me and that's why I'm doing all of this for him?

Stubborn prick. Annoying little shit. My dumbass.

God, I love him so much that even as I insult him I want him to be mine.

After I walked him home, I went straight to my shared place with a certain blond moron, changing to silk robes and taking a bottle of wine from the refrigerator. It's been quite some time since I've drank alcohol ever since I started to focus on [M.Name]. I've become more cautious of my actions and made sure that if ever there was a situation that it was likely for us to meet then I wouldn't look too malevolent to him.

I was going through my second glass when my phone lit up, showing [M.Name]'s name on my screen. Of course, I felt happy that he decided to message me out of nowhere. But then I also felt worried since I thought he was messaging me about his coughing fit, perhaps asking me to bring him to the hospital.

I really hoped that wasn't the case and was relieved to find out that he just wanted to ask a question.

He was far too adorable to handle. He asked if I see him as a friend but my dear, I see you as the light of my life, the flower I must cherish, the angel I was blessed to meet.

How silly of him to think that he'll matter less to me when he's already the most important thing to me.

After our little exchange of messages and me accidentally calling him, Goo came back in a surprisingly neutral mood. He wasn't laughing his ass off nor did he look like he was about to snap at the tiniest things. He looked calm and rather quiet for someone like him. So I couldn't help but ask him what happened with his day.

"My uncle called, he asked me if I can babysit — or bodyguard, whatever — his son for a week since he and his wife are going to Jeju." He said, taking a wine glass from the kitchen cupboards and walking to where I comfortably sat, filling his glass up then taking a long sip from it.

"How old is your cousin?" I asked, subtly raising an eyebrow at him before taking a sip of my own wine. It took him a while to answer but he did so while sighing tiredly, "Same age as us, younger by a few months. Uncle said he's a quiet kid and he's gonna go out with someone tomorrow and it'll be his first time."

"Going out as in a date or going out of his home?"

"Going out of his home. I'm telling you, Gun, that kid is probably the shut-off type. Once he's back in his house, he'd probably ignore me and go straight to his room. Kids these days—"

I cut him off by asking him a simple question, one that could definitely make him shut up.

"What's the kid's name?"

"[M.Name]."