A sweet toothed dentist and a cute employee working at a candy shop---how would this relationship bloom and end?
A light-hearted story between two people who seems different at first glance but in actuality might need one another?
Did he pass out or something? Why isn't he answering any of my texts or picking up any of my calls? Oh god---is he ignoring me on purpose???
"Mingyu, is there a problem? You seem distracted."
"Ah Vernon, no I'm fine. I just can't seem to get a hold of this friend of mine."
"Sorry I had to keep you here the whole day Mingyu. The supervisors insisted on having you watch over the operations while they were gone."
"It's fine, it's my job anyways."
"But Mingyu, you're technically the owner, the CEO, you honestly don't have to do all these tedious tasks down here with us."
"Don't say that Vernon. it's like you're saying that your job isn't that much important in running this whole company. Besides, I like it here, it's fun being around different people."
"You truly are quite the humble one. Your folks must be proud."
"Hahahaha I hope they are."
He's right though. I honestly don't have to be here. I could always choose to go back to working at the main office as the head of everything, but that would mean leaving what's most important to me back here. No way.
"Still not picking up?"
"Yeah, still no answer. He must be busy with something."
"I'm sure he isn't really purposely avoiding you."
"Yeah I hope so too."
Me and Vernon are currently at a factory watching over the operations of our new product that was set to be launched next week. The shareholders wanted me to be here first hand to see that everything was going fine and well. Although I was working, I couldn't help but feel worried for Wonwoo. After leaving his place at dawn, I haven't heard a word from him. Is his hand feeling any better? Did he eat? Is he at the clinic? There's no way he's crazy enough to still go to work with that hand of his right?
Ringgg~~~
He finally called me back. Turns out he slept the whole day. His phone was off too so he didn't hear the text notifications or calls coming in. I told him I wanted to see him, but his usually cranky self isn't really letting things flow easily here. Nonetheless, his snarky remarks on the phone wasn't enough to stop me from dropping by at his place. I could tell he didn't hate the idea of me visiting judging from the tone of his voice just now on the phone, but in case he's indeed pissed when he sees my face at his front door, I brought a peace offering to give him when he does try to kick me out.
"You really came."
"Of course. Here I brought you something from work."
"Bribing me with sweets huh? Smart. Come in."
"Can't believe that worked. How are you? Here I also bought you some porridge."
"Thanks. I can't even kick you out now after being so kind like this."
"Should I just stay here then?"
"Don't push it."
He walked towards the kitchen to get bowls for the porridge. It may not look like it but I could tell that he liked the effort I was putting in for him. I'm glad that his face looked a lot more refreshed as well. Although his hand was all wrapped up and was probably still in pain, he didn't seem that much bad for someone who's injured. He also managed to change his clothes all by himself too.
"How's your hand?"
"It doesn't feel worse. But it still hurts every once in a while."
"I feel bad seeing you like this. It's my fault you got hurt in the first place."
"Glad you know."
He placed the bowls one by one on the table and sat himself on one of the seats. He looked up to me and gestured for me to take a seat as well and eat together just like how we ate breakfast yesterday.
"I'm really sorry Wonwoo."
"Stop it already. I'm sick of hearing you say that. Plus you managed to give me a vacation, so I guess that's a good thing."
"What do you mean?"
"Seungkwan is actually happy that I couldn't work. He's been wanting me to take a vacation for a long time. He basically sent all my scheduled patients away to the other dentists and told me to take it slow and just enjoy my break."
"Is that so?" I looked down at my bowl, contemplating whether what he's saying is actually a good thing for him or not. I know how much he loves his job, and for that to be taken away from him so abruptly, must be very awful. I feel even more sad seeing him talk about it so casually, like his work means so little to him. He's trying so hard to act strong and unbothered just so I won't feel guilty anymore.
"...So take responsibility."
"Sorry, what were you saying?"
"Goodness, have I been talking to myself this whole time? I said, since I would be jobless for a whole month and that's basically your fault--take responsibility."
"Of course. What do you want me to do?"
He put down his spoon, crossed his arms and showed me a smile for the first time today.
