Silhouette of Our Love (Jiwoo X Heejung fanfic)

Red Strings Tie The Red Hearts

Could he...? He can't be, right?

Well, there was the term 'Dumbo' and also a slight condescending feel to the story.

Cabbage spaghetti, the kiss... both of them were written in that notebook too.

If another memory remembering event occurs and it's written on the notebook then I might believe it...

"Hey... Cabbage Spaghetti..." Jiwoo heaves with half-lidded eyes. He's trying too hard to not fall asleep.

"I'll make it, okay? So just go to sleep." I cover his eyes with my palm and wait for his eyelashes to brush down against it.

Jiwoo smirked. Odd. He's already this sick and the level of his irritation is still the same. "That's... a lie. There's no such thing as cabbage spaghetti. I made it up."

Then why did you say that you wanted it in the first place...

"Hey, don't underestimate me. I'll cook it for you and you'll see." I'll prove to you that I'm not a... a baboon, Dumbo, idiot or anything.

"Don't even try... You won't be able to make... it." I can feel Jiwoo breathing heavily. Just speaking is already difficult for him.

I grab a thermometer and check his temperature. "You're burning up, you know. It's 40°. Do you wanna go to the hospital instead?" At that moment, Jiwoo slaps my hand away, held onto my sleeve and sat up.

"No...! I don't... want to go... Not there." Jiwoo pleaded as if he was clinging onto his dear life.

His face is turning even paler by the second. Is going to the hospital that bad for him?

"Jiwoo..." I squat down. "Are you perhaps afraid of hospitals?" I tried to tease him but he didn't react. His face just showed utter fear.

Perhaps I shouldn't have brought it up. I don't know if he's noticed it yet but he's shaking...

Without noticing, I pat his head. "I understand. I won't take you to the hospital so... can you stay awake until I'm done cooking?"

"I... can." I assist Jiwoo as he lays back down on the mattress after I heard his answer.

I hurry to the kitchen and search for the necessary ingredients. I grab some pasta, tomato paste... cabbage.

Cabbage Spaghetti is basically spaghetti with cabbage, right?

Oh... This happened before too. He asked me to make him some cabbage spaghetti and when I gave it to him, he told me that he just made up the cabbage spaghetti thing but he enjoyed it anyway and kept telling me to make it for him. What exactly is my relationship with Jiwoo?

I steal a glance at him and he's just resting there, sighing in pain. Right, I gotta hurry so he can sleep.

"Oh, yeah. By the way, Jiwoo, I arranged all your stuff in the drawer beside you. If you wanna read your novels then they're at the bottom drawer." I remind him about his stuff that I touched without permission and wash the cabbage with salt and water.

"Okay... Let's see..." I take a fork and try out the cabbage spaghetti. "Hmm~! This is pretty good!" I smile and serve it on a wooden tray then head over to Jiwoo.

I place the wooden tray on Jiwoo's lap and shake his shoulder gently. "Jiwoo, are you feeling okay? Do you have enough energy to sit up properly?"

"I... I do." Despite his condition, he still tries hard to sit up by himself.

"C-careful...!" I was worried that he was over exerting himself so I ended up helping him anyway.

"You really did make it..." he stared at his food like he saw a mutated guinea pig.