Moving On With You, Jinjoo

22: Selfish

She doesn't want to worry me yet isn't afraid of dying. Yujin sighed and watched the lift numbers increase as her thumb fiddled with the handle of the plastic bag she was holding onto, heart pounding with worry.

The moment the lift door opens, she quickly heads out, legs finding their way to Minju's apartment. She stood in front of the door, using her elbow to press the doorbell.

She waits. A minute passes, maybe two or three.

She transfers the plastic bags to one hand and knocks on the door with the other. "It's me, Yujin." She found the need to say so the brunette wouldn't ignore the door, thinking it was some random real estate agent.

Yujin couldn't wait any longer. She settled the bags down and reached into her back pocket for her phone. She was about to call Chaewon when the door beeped the usual melody and slowly pushed open. Behind stood the brunette who had her blanket draped around her body, her hair a little messy as if she just got up.

Yujin peeked into the house and saw complete darkness.

Minju sniffed and cleared her throat, fisting the piece of tissue in her hand. "What are you doing here?"

Yujin's eyes softened as she looked at the girl, concern etched across her face. "God sent me here," she replied gently, though playfully, grabbing the plastic bags and stepping into the apartment without waiting a second more. "He said someone used a little too many tissues and I should save the earth."

Minju, still wrapped in her blanket, didn't protest the latter's presence. "I'm a free-thinker." She mumbles softly. She looked pale and exhausted, her voice weak as she said, "He said that?"

Yujin shook her head and closed the door behind her. "Apparently he has another name called Ryan." She placed the plastic bags on the kitchen counter, noticing a few tabs of pills lying around and hearing the softest snicker from Minju.

She goes to the bathroom to wash her feet before heading out to the living room. Pulling the blinds open, she opened the window to ventilate the place, turning to Minju who was squinting her eyes at the light.

Yujin brought her to sit on the chair and began to unpack the plastic bags, revealing items like more tissues, a glass container filled with soup and some groceries. What caught Minju's eyes was the whole watermelon the latter took out but she doesn't question it.

Yujin reached out to remove the tissue from Minju's hand. She puts the back of her hand against the girl's forehead, shifting it onto her neck, comparing her temperature with her own. "How long did you have this fever for?" She noticed the droplets of perspiration on her forehead and used her thumb to wipe them off.

Minju shrugged, head heavy. "Don't you have class?"

"You're worried about that now?" Yujin tucked the latter's hair behind her ear.

"What if you get sick?"

"I have a strong immunity, don't worry about me." Yujin goes to the bathroom, taking a clean face towel off the rack and rinsing it under the tap.

She goes back to Minju while folding the towel. "You worry too much about me and forget about yourself." She gently wipes Minju's forehead. "Look at where that got you."

"I take care of myself pretty well."

"That's not what I'm seeing." Yujin put the towel down, digging into the small plastic bag for a fever patch.

Minju puckers her lips, leaning into the chair as Yujin lightly fans her forehead using her hand. Once it was dry, she pasted the fever patch on her forehead.