lovelovelove | park sunghoon

three

2018

"I just called your school and told them you went out with the figure skater you drool over and got dumbly sick. They were okay with it."

Misuk's mom was always ahead of the curve. She knew her daughter too well. Like, for example, how she didn't take care of her health and puts herself in awful situations.

After coming home at 2am on a weirdly cold night, her body gave up on her. Very literally. She was in bed, covered by two huge blankets, while she shook like a leaf thanks to a high fever. Her nose was runny and she was so aware of her pulse she felt the need to knock herself out somehow.

"Wow, mom, you are so funny" she replied, sniffing twice in a row. "Can you stay?"

"Sorry, mimi, I need to do some errands. I will try to be here by lunch though."

"I feel like I'm dying."

"You already took your medicine, so try sleeping. It will help. When you wake up, find something to eat, okay? And never stay out past your curfew again."

Her mom proceeded to briefly kiss her forehead while her dad waved at her from the door. He didn't wanted to get sick as well.

Misuk's parents let her know they're only one call away, which helps calming down her constant thoughts of dying alone. She was quite dramatic when ill.

She heard their footsteps throughout the apartment, the door being closed and locked, followed by a complete silence. Seconds later, she was in a deep sleep.

Misuk thought she was going to wake up to the smell of delicious food, meaning her mom was home already, but that wasn't the case. She had nothing else to do but stare at her phone, waiting patiently for Jiwon to reply to her texts.

Catching her by surprise, her stomach made a weird sound and she remembered her mom saying she should eat after waking up.

The doorbell rings, like a wakeup call for her, and it scared the hell out of the girl because why would anyone be here? Especially this early in the morning.

She picked up one of her blankets and covered herself with it before leaving the room to find out who decided to bother on this dreadful day.

"Morning, what... You?"

Why was Park Sunghoon outside her home right now?

Don't freak out. Breathe.

He was there, in front of her, looking like an angel, with a bag on his hand and staring straight into her eyes.

Am I hallucinating?

"Hi?" she said, heavily confused. "I have so many questions right now."

"And I will answer all of them but please let me in. I can feel the plastic bag breaking."

Misuk moved to the side while holding the door and Sunghoon walked in after leaving his shoes in the entrance. He headed directly into the kitchen like he had been there before so Misuk started wondering if there was some hidden cameras somewhere. She even took a glance outside before closing the door.

"First, how do you know where I live?"

"Jiwon."

Misuk clicked her tongue.

Sunghoon kept staring at the floor so Misuk followed his eyes and the cats and dogs that were painted on her socks flustered her. This is embarrassing.

"I'm so confused right now" she admitted, trying to get the information out of him.

"I only had to go for first period so your friend asked me if I could bring you some food because you were sick. She told me where you lived and I noticed it's near the ice rink so..."

Misuk quietly said "oh" and it definitely sounded like she was disappointed of his answer. Hell, she was indeed disappointed, but he didn't need to know that.

For a second there, she thought he was worried about her missing school so he went up to Jiwon, but it was the other way around. At least he was interested enough to bring her food, right?

"That's so nice of you. Thank you."

"You should've worn my jacket when I told you" he said while showing off his bread cheeks with a soft smile. He always does that.

"Oh yeah, and let the promising athlete and future k-pop idol get sick instead."

Sunghoon laughed and she wanted to applaud herself for her comedic timing, "There she goes again. I'm not going to be a k-pop idol and I'm 100% not a promising athlete anymore."

"Jesus Christ, can you take a compliment?" she asked giggling, but that laugh quickly turned into a cough attack.

She was sure giving a nice impression to the damn guy she liked.

"God, I feel bad that you got sick because you stayed out with me."

"It's okay, it's just a cold... but you need to go. I don't want you to get sick."

Sunghoon snapped out of his bubble and slightly nodded, agreeing with her. She could barely keep her eyes open so she was truly just rushing him out so she could eat and fall asleep again.

"Thank you for the food. I never thought Thee Park Sunghoon was such a caring boy."

"Was that a compliment?" he questioned, calmly putting his shoes on. "If you need something else or if you feel worse... I don't even know what I'm saying.... Uhm, if you're bored, I guess, you know you can text me, right?"

Misuk couldn't even blink. She wanted to scream. She was about to pass out. He was showing interest on her and her well being, and she didn't even care if it was platonic or not.

wait, i don't have his number.

"I don't have your number?" she said quickly when he opened the door.

"I'll text you then, don't worry."

Sunghoon waved in such a cute little way before leaving and Misuk waited a few seconds before rushing back to her room to find her phone.

She needed to call Jiwon right now, even though she was probably in class.

please, answer, please.

"Are you okay, Mimi? You never call...

"I love you!" she screamed. "Thank you, thank you, thank you. You're the best friend ever."

"Okay?" she replied. "I'm not sure what did I do but you're welcome?"

"Bitch, the chicken soup? Sunghoon? What else?"

"Kim Misuk, I have no idea what you're on about."

wait. what?

"I thought you asked Sunghoon to bring me food?"

"No? What are you on about? What happened? I'm so confused right now."

"Park Sunghoon brought me food and said you asked him to do so. He just left my house?"

"But that didn't happen" she clarified. "He asked me so many questions once he noticed you weren't in school. I found it weird but I told him anyway. What do you mean he went to your house?"

Oh my god. It was his idea.