𝗮𝗴𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘆 • 𝘀𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗵𝘄𝗮

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chapter sixteen:
"seonghwa won't die like this"

seonghwa stirred the dish he was cooking since they arrived in his home. his grip on the wooden spatula tightened upon remembering today's accident. the thing he fears the most happened now. he doesn't know how to take it the next time it will happen again. he may gone insane. perhaps, he could go insane anytime soon.

"are you burning your food?"

he snaps out of his thoughts and immediately turns off the stove. "why did you stand?" he sighs, lifting the pan and pouring the content on the plate he prepared. "cause you're taking so long and it smells like burning" seola replied, barely lifting herself up on the stool. "what were you thinking so deep?" she added. "nothing"

"it's not nothing. you tend to focus properly"

"just today's incident" he admits, eyes meeting seola's. "it's just the leg. you said" she repeats his words earlier. "yeah, but if it happens in the leg, it means it will happen in other places, too." he deeply sighs. "i think you should clear your head. go take a shower" seola suggests. "maybe i should. eat up and go upstairs."

once seola finishes eating, she limp upstairs and into seonghwa's room. to her surprise, the bathroom connected in the room was occupied. maybe seonghwa used his bathroom instead of the one in the guest room he was using when she was staying.

"i'll be staying here with you tonight"

her heart hammered in her chest. why does she suddenly feel nervous? it's not like they never share a bed. they even saw each other naked already. "you don't have to be nervous" seonghwa added, opening his closet and pulling his nightgown. "as much as i want to do things to you, i must hold myself. you're injured" he added, carelessly dropping his towel. seola immediately turned around and look away from seonghwa's nakedness. she cleared her throat, saying "i did not say anything"

"your body says otherwise"

"sleep. i have work pile up" she nodded and lied under the cover. seonghwa did the same, resting his laptop on his lap and turning the lamp off. the only source of light in the room being the brightness of his screen. "seonghwa, what happened to that old man back at the bar?" she unconsciously asked, her back facing seonghwa. "i don't see any reason why you should ask about him. i shot him in a place where he won't die but will struggle recovering"

"do you always deal with this?"

it was silence after her question. maybe seonghwa really deals with these situations more often. which explains how he's so calm when she gets shot. is he numb? how can he not panic? "yes" as if seonghwa was thinking, he finally answered her after a whole minute. "i see" she mumbles, pulling the cover up above her shoulder. "are you scared of me now? it's too late though" his voice was lace with fear. he fears that she will say yes, yes that she's scared of him now.

"no, not at all"

"you should be"

"it wasn't you who shot me" she finally closed her eyes, feeling sleepy visiting her already. seonghwa sighs, eyes landing on seola's back. "i hope you stop pushing me away, seonghwa" it was yet another statement from seola before he watched her shift to get into more comfortable position to sleep. he gulps, looking away before shutting his laptop and laying. he lifted his arm, wrapping it around seola's waist and pulling her close to him.