𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙫𝙖𝙨 • 𝙚𝙣𝙝𝙮𝙥𝙚𝙣 + 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣

𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻

𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱, 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆, 𝗶'𝗺 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗶 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱.

𝙠𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙝𝙡𝙞𝙖 - 𝙞 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙞'𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚

There were times in which Chaerin wanted to experience being a teenager for once. Having fun, not worrying about what her family will eat tomorrow, attend classes like normal students, and experiencing the bliss of contentment. Like for example, she encountered before in her day shift - a student complaining about his parents not giving him enough money for their trip. She wasn't angry or envious contrary to what everyone expected to her, rather, she was just taken back when her parents were alive.

They weren't like the norm in which they actively dotes on their children or took pleasure in disciplining them. They were focused on their jobs while having an equal time in raising her. Lee Chaerin knew that they were special since other parents were moderate in their strictness, but her parents were calm and strict.

When she was diagnosed for dengue in her childhood, it was the only time she have ever saw them worry that they burst open the door of the hospital. Just like now, the door opened and a set of parents rushed in to the patients few beds away from her. Her parents were like that too. Even if they had demanding jobs from the brands, they rushed in while carrying rolls of paper and their suitcase.

Chaerin never saw them break their calm composure before. If she could describe them again and again, she could always say that they were the epitome of the cool parents, as one say. She was a child at that time so she haven't realized the sacrifices they made in order to make her life worth living.

If she could go back in time again, she'll give them the tightest hug she could give. Kiss them on the cheek like they did every time she aces her test papers. Hug them every time they arrived at home at night. But then again, she knew that it will never come. She should have cherished them more if she had time.

Lee Chaerin looked down at her bandaged hands and wondered, how much has time passed that someone took the initiative to stop her bad habit of digging her nails at her palm? Chaerin sighed, looking at the door in boredom as she listened to the other patients talking at their guests.

"Lee Chaerin-ssi, you have a visitor," a nurse arranged a wheelchair for her and carried her over to the seat. "But I'm not expecting anyone?" Chaerin asked as she craned her neck to the silhouette towards the door. The nurse only laughed at her futile attempt of looking over the slightly opened door.

"Really?" The male nurse lifted his brow as Chaerin nodded to his word while contemplating over what to say. She could admit that she didn't know anyone except her family members. Maybe that was Uncle Yuto? No, he's still in Seoul for his firm or was it in Tokyo? Either way, she could have denied talking to the stranger.

As the nurse opened the door fully, Chaerin could feel her eyes widened to the point of falling to the floor. The silhouette came closer and closer as she could feel her breath stopped for a moment at those dark brown eyes. They removed their black cap and mask to reveal an angel-like smile while his eyes staring straight at hers. "Expecting someone?"

She's unable to close her mouth from shock as he thanked the nurse from a while ago and began walking her down the busy hallways of the hospital. It took her a long time until she snapped her head to him with rosy colors painted in her cheeks. "Joshua? What are you doing here? No, most importantly, what will you do if someone spots you?"

"You're such a worrywart," he laughed as Chaerin could feel steam coming out from her ears from embarrassment. Can he not say them with his annoyingly cute smile? "Relax, Noona. Seungcheol-hyung will take care of it. I was really worried and rushed here to the hospital. And besides, see? I'm wearing a blond wig too."

If she could be any redder than any red paints sold in the market, she would have been rated as the top one. Besides, now that he said it, he really looks good in blond wig. "I like your real hair color the most," she whispered as she covered her mouth in surprise.

"I'm sorry, what did you say again?" Lee Chaerin could only helplessly sigh as she removed her hand to her mouth. What could she expect from this man? Hong Jisoo is too pure for this world. Besides, they are only friends. Even if she was the only one with one-sided crush to him.

Chaerin laughed to herself as she leaned to the wheelchair and looked up to his confused face. How nice. If she could only be his friend, it's fine for her. Besides, she's just a normal person compared to him. "Nothing. I just said that you're so bad at pushing this wheelchair," she said to the mock pained expression painted to his face.

"Really?" Joshua gasped as she could see the playful glint on his eyes. Then she saw him gripping the handle of the wheelchair tighter and his steps were slowly beginning to be fast paced. She turned her head back to him as she could hear him murmur, "How about this for pushing the wheelchair?"

"Wait! Wait! Wait!" Chaerin shrieked and gripped her hands tighter to the armrest of the wheelchair. Who said that having a crush would be thrilling and fun? If this is their thrilling and fun crushes, she doesn't want it! "Jisoo! I hate you! Stop! Someone's walking down the hallway, stop! Turn this wheelchair around or else!"

Just as she was about to smack his forehead with her bandaged hands, she saw the joyous expression painted in his eyes. Even with the black mask covering half of his face, she knew that this moment was too much precious for him. And for her too. It's true that she's afraid of speed and anything dangerous. But just this once, for him, she'll let this go.