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With a slightly aching arm (which I have badly missed feeling) and half opened eyes I cut a tomato into small slices while the egg boils.
It's seven in the morning. I have to cook Jisung breakfast, otherwise he won't eat anything.
That's the only reason why I'm doing it. If he were Jeongin, I'd do the same thing.
He isn't special.
Without having disinfected the cuts, I wrapped a bandage around my wrists earlier. That way I can wear a t-shirt without getting weird looks.
Also, the boy sleeping upstairs wouldn't question me because I've been wearing these for a while now. I'm too smart.
After five minutes pass I turn off the stove and take the egg, putting it on the plate with its shell protecting it.
On the plate there's not much. Cheese, tomatoes, the egg, bread with butter on and some fried bacon. I hope he'll eat everything.
I place the porcelain on the table, covering it with a doubled tissue with a text written on it.
'I better see this plate empty when I come back. Eat well, Jisung.'
Doongie's empty bowl catches my eye and I fill it with the required food, knowing that he will come down soon.
Cats' smell is very advanced.
"Alright, done." I mumble to myself as I put my shoes on and take my jacket.
The mornings are usually very cold here. Not that I mind much.
After having checked everything, I make my way out of the house towards the place I've been 'banned' from going to.
Some dumbass named Han Jisung restricted me from going there until I properly rested. Or something.
To be real, I'm even more tired.
Working and spending time with kids takes my mind off things. It also brings me money, so it's a must.
On the other part, when I stay at home I get bored, provoking my brain to start reflecting on all kinds of matters. Plus I have to put up with that dude's bullshit.
He tires me off.
But I like his company. If he wasn't staying with me, I'd be extremely lonely.
Hell, I would have killed myself even.
Did he really become my reason to say? Why have I been wondering this lately? I don't like it. In fact, I might even hate that idea.
