MS. INTERPRETER

F I V E

SARA'S POV-

"I....where...."

"You're fine."

"What-"

"It's okay..."

"Is she fine?"

"Hyung, everything alright?"

I heard faint whispers moving around me as I slowly opened my eyes; a slight burning sensation could still be felt in them. I gazed around the room and tried to figure out what exactly happened to me after I fell. My head was still in trance when I frailly turned to my side when Ji hun helped me get up.

"What exact-" I tried to speak but choked on the words due to the lack of required energy.

"Hey, hey. Slow down." I heard light footsteps walking towards me. "Everything's fine. You just need to rest." I looked at Seong bin who gave me a reassuring smile.

I hummed in response as at the very next minute, Han seok placed some rice and water before me. "Aw. Thank you so much!" My eyes glistened with a mix of sparkling hope and satisfaction after finally seeing the love of my life-food.

I chugged the water down my throat as I finished the deliciously tossed rice, with all of them staring at my face like they wanted some; which I of course, wasn't going to give away.

"What happened?" I asked in a low voice after gaining back my long lost energy.

"You're totally fine. You fainted because you didn't eat." Han seok confronted.

"Sara, are you on a freaking diet? Why do you girls do this just to get slim? I mean. You should take care of yourself, right? "Ji hun spoke out of the blue which made me drop my jaw in shock. His statement of purpose was full of worry and disagreement with me not eating. He said it like he had some authority over me and that got me thinking about it some way or the other.

"Hey, stop. I don't need diets. I just didn't have time to eat today. Okay?" I spat, making him shut up at an instant.

"Wow. Look at her; she's completely fine. We don't need to be here any longer." Ye jun smirked, and walked out of the door like he was there only because other people forced him into coming as courtesy.

How more of a rude-ass was he going to be? I swear I didn't want to work with this man. I would never wish even my enemy to get a colleague like him, ever.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to be rude to you-" I looked over at Ji hun who was sitting quietly like a child who got scolded by his mother. He didn't say anything in response but placed a soup at the table.

"What? I just ate a whole bowl of rice. I can't have-" He cut me mid-sentence; "Soup is good for health." The tone of his voice changed to somewhat of a ten-year-old when they tried to convince younger children in their trap.

I obeyed his commands and took a sip of soup when a bland sting hit my tongue. The weird expression on my face was funny enough for the people left in the room to laugh at.

"I don't want to have this. It tastes bad." I pushed the porcelain bowl away from my body.

"You'll get discharged as soon as you have it." Ji hun tried convincing me into a honey trap; in my case, a soup trap.

"I am NOT a kid!" I whined as he looked at my pouty self. "Eat!" He instructed me in English as I silently corrected his grammar. We 'eat' soup? Wow. He was better at talking in Korean.

...

Next day, I arrived at the office a bit early and without skipping breakfast so that I won't faint mid-conversation with anyone. Whatever the boys did for me the day before was very heartwarming and today I was going to thank them sincerely.