Once More, Love 2

23. Well

Jeongyeon's POV

"I think this is good now." I put up the ladle to my lips so that I can taste the food I've been busying myself to make for the past hour.

I smiled as I felt satisfied with what my mouth tasted. "Of course, this food would be great! I'm the best chef here." I lightly shake my head and scoff. "Why was I even worried?"

Right. That's why. I let out a short sigh as I put the ladle to the side of the stove which I consecutively turned off. If this food is not for her, I would never have been worried. Not to mention she looked really sick to me.

I slowly let my eyes wander to the direction of this one bedroom apartment. "I hope that bunny gets well soon."

Nayeon dragged me by the collar of my long sleeve earlier from her doorstep to her kitchen. Obviously, that made my effort to flee the place rendered useless. She told me that since I already made the effort of bringing the ingredients here, I should cook it for her.

And because my stupid self kept on whining loudly that I hated the idea of her knowing I was here...

'If you hate seeing me that much, then I'll go back to my room. You can go after you cook the food and leave acting like the owner of this apartment was never here at all.'

Nayeon told me those words with a pained expression. She left me dumbfounded in the kitchen as she stormed to her bedroom.

"UGH." I ruffle my hair roughly and mutter under my breath. "She shouldn't have told me that with that kind of face! Tsk." I glared at the wooden door of her bedroom. "It made me feel like I'm doing something wrong."

After a minute of nothing in my head but the question 'Should I go now or not?', I let out a huge sigh. Screw it.

So, I clicked my tongue, briskly walked to the direction of her closed bedroom, balled my fists, and raised my right arm in front of her door.

But of course, my cowardly self stopped right before my knuckles made contact with the thing that is literally separating me and her in this medium sized apartment.

I close my eyes as I slowly put my hand back to my side. "Andwae. This can't do."

I grit my teeth and heave in a really deep breath. Don't be swayed. She will just leave you in the end, Jeongyeon. She's just sick. That doesn't mean she's no longer harmful to you. Think about your well being.

Then, my eyes abruptly opened again when I heard the door move open. How long was I flatly standing in here by the way?

And it was too late for me to run away because once again, like what happened earlier, before I could make my move, she already got a hold of the fabric of my long sleeve.

This time, she is tugging the fabric on my lower arm. I'm screwed.

"Jeongyeonie." Her voice sounded so weak and fragile to me and for a second I felt like I would give up everything to make her bubbly again.

Obviously, I can't stress more the fact that even at her current state, I am still powerless against her. So, I gulp as nervousness creeps inside me. Please don't ask anything from me. "Hm— Hmm?"

"I didn't mean what I said earlier." Her eyes are puffy and her face is a bit red which I guess is because she still has a fever. "Don't go. I don't want you to go. Stay."

Oh no.

"Na— Nayeon—" How in the world am I going to say no to that?! I shakily let out a sigh to try to find some strength that could make my body stand because I think my knees are getting wobbly. "I— I— Umm— Nayeon, I thought—"