Shot Thru The Heart (SaMo) | COMPLETED

Chapter 6

Momo's POV

We just got back—me and Nayeon unnie. We got home late because it rained so hard earlier. We went on a little food trip outside to shake off some stress. I ate a lot. Hahaha. The food at that restaurant was just too good.

I was already on my way upstairs to our room when I ran into Mina carrying a basin and a washcloth.

"Mitang, what's that for?" I asked.
"Oh, just cleaning up something in Chaeng's room. She spilled something," she replied before heading back downstairs.

Huh? I brushed it off and went straight to the room I share with Jeongyeon. I was sure she'd end up sleeping in Nayeon unnie's room again, so yay—room to myself tonight! 😊🎉 Good night for now. Annyeong. 😴😴😴

I woke up around 2 AM. I was thirsty, so I went to the kitchen. Honestly, I'm scared of the dark. I usually make Jeongyeon come with me, but of course, she's in Nayeon unnie's room. Sigh. Whatever. You got this, Momo. Fighting. 😣

When I got to the kitchen, I saw a girl in white just standing in front of the fridge.
Waaaaaahhhhh. Maaaaaaa!!
I was about to run for my life, but then she suddenly collapsed.
Eh?! Should I go near her? Ugh. Fine, I'll turn the lights on first.

When I flipped the switch—thank God—it was just a person.
Maybe she was sleepwalking or something? Hahaha.
As I got closer... oh. It was just Sana.
Wait a second... she doesn't even sleepwalk.

"Momo..." she mumbled.
I looked down to check if she was awake, but nope—still completely knocked out.
What the heck is with this girl?

When I picked her up, I realized she was burning up.
Wait—she has a fever?
That's when it hit me—the washcloth and basin Mina had earlier. It was for her.
Why didn't Mina say anything? Did Sana ask her to keep it quiet or something? Sigh.

I brought her to our room—mine and Jeongyeon's.
Great. We're sharing a bed again.
Jeongyeon's the one who insisted on getting a one-bed setup, so we always end up sleeping side by side. But this is Sana. That's a whole different situation.
If she weren't sick, I swear, I would've smacked her already.

I laid her down and tucked her in.
What did this squirrel even do today to end up like this?
She gets sick so easily.
I thought about making her some soup—maybe she hadn't eaten yet, which is why she went downstairs.
She's picky with food when she's sick, too.

After cooking, I came back to the room and gently shook her to wake her up.

"Satang. Satang. Hey, wake up," I said gently, tapping her arm as I sat beside her on the bed.

"Hmm? What is it?" she murmured, her eyes fluttering open.

"Momo?" she said groggily, like she wasn't sure if I was real or a fever dream.

"Of course, who else would it be? Sit up. I made you some soup—eat it so your fever goes down."

Instead of moving, she just stared at me with those sleepy eyes. I swear this girl has zero shame.

"Yah! Stop staring at me like that. What, you want me to feed you or something?" I raised an eyebrow.

She gave me the most pitiful face in the world. "Feed me, pleaaaase~ I feel so dizzy... I think I might faint again~" she said, throwing in the worst acting I've ever seen. She even wobbled a bit for effect.

I rolled my eyes. "Tss. You're lucky you're sick."

I helped her sit up and arranged the pillows behind her, so she'd be comfortable. She watched me with a smile the whole time, like she was enjoying this a little too much.

"Yay! Aahhh~" she opened her mouth like a literal baby bird.

I sighed dramatically but scooped up some soup. "You are such a child when you're sick," I muttered as I carefully fed her the first spoonful.

She hummed in delight. "Mmmm~ It's delicious. Did you really make this?"

"No, I summoned a chef from France in the middle of the night. Of course, I made it," I said sarcastically, offering her another spoonful.

She giggled, then looked at me with those sparkling eyes again. "You know... you're kinda wife-material."

I choked on air.

"What—YAH! Don't say weird stuff like that out of nowhere!" I snapped, looking away quickly so she wouldn't see how red I was turning.

"But it's true~ You cook, you take care of me when I'm sick..." she teased, her voice a bit softer this time.

I didn't answer. My heart was pounding like crazy. I tried to focus on feeding her.
Spoon. Mouth. Chew. Swallow. Repeat.

But the way she was looking at me wasn't helping. It was warm. Gentle. Too honest.

"Momoring," she called again, this time softer.

"Hm?" I said, still refusing to meet her eyes.

"Why weren't you answering earlier? I looked for you. I even went out... and then it rained, and I didn't bring an umbrella."

That made me stop.

"You seriously went out looking for me? In the rain? Sana, are you crazy?" I said, setting the bowl down and facing her now.

"I didn't know it would rain..." she mumbled, eyes dropping like a guilty puppy.

"Still! What if you got more sick? What if you fainted outside?" I scolded her, my voice laced with concern.

She gave me a small smile. "Well... now you're here. Taking care of me. So, I guess it wasn't so bad."

This girl.

"Ugh, you're really something," I muttered, rubbing my temples.

"Admit it, you were worried," she grinned.

"I'm always worried when it comes to you," I whispered before I could stop myself.

We both froze.

My eyes widened slightly, and I instantly looked away, pretending I didn't just say that.
But she didn't tease me this time. Instead, she just smiled—so softly I thought I imagined it.

"Thanks, Momo," she said sincerely. "I mean it."

I nodded, still avoiding her gaze. "Just... get better soon, okay?"

She yawned and leaned her head against the headboard. "If you keep feeding me like that... I think I'll get better even faster."

I rolled my eyes again. "Sleep, Satang. Or I'll stuff that soup into your ears next."

She laughed lightly, clearly not scared of my threats. "Goodnight, Momoring."

I didn't respond right away. I just watched her for a moment as she closed her eyes, cheeks still a little flushed from the fever.

"Goodnight, squirrel," I whispered, pulling the blanket up to her chin.

I stood up quietly, picked up the bowl and spoon, and headed out of the room.

But my heart?
Still pounding like crazy.