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Chapter 11

A hand running through my hair and soft humming woke me up. I cracked open an eye and groggily lifted up my head to face an awake Yeosang who stared back at me with a small smile. I sat up completely, rubbing my eyes to make sure this was the right reality. My shock elicited a small chuckle from Yeosang who handed back a folded towel to me. To confirm it, I poked Yeosang’s arm. It was warm and very much real. I smiled in relief, my eyes upturned into crescents. 

“Aww, my little apprentice was worried about me. I can now die in peace.” 

I whipped my head around fast enough to give me whiplash. It caught Yeosang off guard, especially when it was paired with a horrified expression. 

“I’m kidding.” Yeosang raised a hand sheepishly with difficulty. 

I stood up, my joints cracking and crunching from my compromised sleeping posture. 

“Your bones sound drier than Mingi’s chicken and it was burnt.” 

It was nice to know he’s always sassy, no exceptions. I lightly smacked Yeosang with the towel on his good shoulder. He stared at me for a while unmoving. 

“Ah!” Yeosang feigned pain and I pressed my lips into a thin line. 

“That sounds like Yeosang!” Yunho chirped brightly upon walking in. “Good to see you conscious.”

Yunho offered Yeosang a pat on the arm before he noticed me. 
“What happened to your hair? It looks like you stepped outside without covering your head.” 

I was a little puzzled before I noticed my reflection in a glass pane. Yeosang stifled a giggle and looked away whilst I bore holes into his skull. Yunho glanced between the two of us before wiggling his eyebrows. I shot a look of disgust in his direction. He ignored it and sat up on the treatment bench to remove his dressings. The ‘gash’ on his leg had healed, though the wound reopened when the stitches were removed so it took a little longer to heal. All that was left was a thin protruding line of pink, the typical scar. 

“Since you watched me remove the bandage as a medical assistant, you can inform Seonghwa.” 

Great another job to do that is technically not my job. Nevertheless I nodded and returned Yunho’s salute that he threw my way. 

It was quite early which caught me by surprise. Normally I was not one to be early and always was woken up by somebody either ripping off my covers or mimicking an alarm. I turned to Yeosang. 

What time did you wake up?

“Like normal…around 6, why?” 

Why are you up so early?

“So I can work out.” Yeosang paused in realisation. “I can’t work out for maybe the next...three to four weeks. NooOoO I’m going to lose some of my muscles.”

It caught me by surprise. This was a new side to see from Yeosang. A man with a soft face of a maltese and a buff body of a doberman, whining about the future of his muscle mass. Seonghwa walked in mid-whine and walked straight out, muttering under his breath, “it’s too early in the morning for this shit.” and I had to agree after listening to the ramble for a few minutes. 

I have to wash up. I quickly scribbled and ran out. 

Seonghwa waved me over when I exited the bathroom after finishing my morning routine. 
“Hongjoong said you don’t need to reply to the telegram and that he’ll sort it all out.” 

The telegram was forgotten because it was the least of my worries during the chaos from the day before. 

“Which means you’re coming with me.”