Proven Wrong

Chapter 5

Two cups of warm tea and a pair of pants after, Minjeong was sitting on the couch in my living room. The thought itself made me giddy, let alone having to see it with my own eyes. She took off her scarf, revealing her red face. She was still sick, that one did not excite me at all. "You're still sick, aren't you?"

She glanced up at me before taking another sip at her cup. I didn't notice earlier but her voice also sounded hoarse. "I'm okay."

"You shouldn't be here." I told her with a frown, her face dropped a little. "You're still sick."

She peeked up again, "So, if I'm not sick.." She dragged out, "I can be here?"

I quirked my eyebrow at her question, "Of course, I–" I sat down next to her. "I didn't mean that I don't want you here, I mean I don't want you walking around in the cold when you're sick. I'm worried."

Her already red face grew a bit darker. "I'm sorry." She whispered, biting her lip.

"You were sick for days, you weren't at work for days." Not that it mattered since you're the boss, apparently. "What happened anyway? Did you get a cold from walking me home?" her shoulders visibly tensed. I was right. "God, I am so sorry, I shouldn't make you do that."

"It's not your fault." She whispered.

I looked at her in disbelief. "Hell it's not." She got sick for a week straight because I made her walk me home. "Look at you, you're still shivering even inside!" I motioned to her body with my hand. "Fuck–"

"Language." She warned, glancing with her eyes to the side at me, before sipping again. "It wasn't your fault, it, um.." she stopped herself, staying quiet for a while. It seemed like she was trying to find a way to explain something before finally setting down her cup on the table and straightening her back, partly facing in my way. "So, you see." She looked down to her lap, peeking at me then did the act back and forth. "That day, you were acting.. Strange." She tilted her head, hoping I wouldn't be offended. Thinking that she wasn't done, instead of explaining, I just nodded with a frown, hurrying her to continue. "I knew that you were supposed to have dinner with your family, but I thought you'd come back."

Oh no.

"And I couldn't take you off my mind, I thought I said or did something wrong."

Oh no.

"I didn't have your number, and Ryujin also doesn't. I thought you were a private person since your friend didn't have it, so I didn't ask the other."

Oh no.

"I still wanted to apologize."

Oh no.

"So.." She kept her eyes on me, while I silently wished she was not going to say what I thought she was. "So, I waited outside your home."

"Oh my God." I breathed out, silently cursing inside. Her previous word, I thought you'd come back, echoed in my head. Did she stay the whole night in front of my place?

She fidgeted with her hands on her lap, finding it so entertaining as she couldn't look anywhere else but there. "I know it's stupid."

Quickly grabbing her hands to stop her, I almost felt the warmth comforting before I realized that it was because of her sickness. "Don't say that." I warned her softly. "Are you feeling okay now?" She nodded, still biting her lip. I reached out and cupped her forehead. She froze. My frown got deeper if it was possible, as I could feel how hot her temperature was. "Your fever's still high, I think.. Minjeong?" She was staying still, and her eyes were slightly widened, I withdrew my hand slowly.