Love Under Pretenses | Winrina

9.

The next morning, after Jimin brought me dakjuk and medicine last night, I was already feeling better when I woke up.

Looks like what she sent really helped me out.

I texted her earlier to say I was feeling okay now and to thank her, but she replied with,

"Don’t fall for me over something so simple."

Seriously, that girl is so full of herself!

But to be honest?

I didn’t really want to admit this, but Jimin is honestly my ideal type.

Fair skin, taller than me, small face, beautiful, cute but with a fierce look, great figure, and she totally gives off those black cat vibes.

If she wasn't such a pain to deal with, I might’ve actually considered dating her.

But no way, I’m not interested in someone that bossy.

I’m Kim Minjeong, and I’m not going to let myself be bossed around just because my fake girlfriend thinks she runs things.

She can only be bossy if it's work-related, nothing else.

Suddenly, I thought about my ex. Honestly, she had a similar vibe to Jimin, except my ex was way nicer.

But, damn... she just left me for a guy.

I acted like it didn’t hurt, but I practically locked myself at home for a month because of that.

And it made me question my worth.

Of all the people she could replace me with, she chose a guy.

And it fucking hurts so much!

Anyway, back to Jimin.

After I thanked her earlier and told her I could go back to work, she suddenly said I should take the day off because she might get bad karma for how she’s been treating me lately.

She’s so unserious lol.

But who am I to turn down a day off, right?

Instead of staying at home, I figured Mom and I should visit Dad at the hospital. It’s been almost a week since we last went to see him, since we’ve both been busy trying to figure out how to scrape together money for his hospital bills.

After a few minutes, we finally arrived at the hospital and headed to my dad's room.

He’s been feeling better, but he still can’t be discharged because we haven’t fully paid his hospital bills yet.

Plus, he has a ton of meds he needs to take every day, and they’re basically for life to make sure he stays healthy and doesn’t have another stroke.

The prices of Dad’s meds are so ridiculous, they might as well be gold.

So, we really have no choice but to keep working, or else... We’re screwed.

“Dad!” I greeted as soon as I saw him lying there. I gave him a tight hug and kissed his cheek.

“M-Minjeong, honey, it’s good you two came to visit again. I thought you’d gotten tired of taking care of me,” Dad joked, but I could tell there was a hint of sadness.

“Come on, Dad! Don’t say that. Just eat your fruit. Look, we brought some for you.” I pointed at the fruit basket. “And don’t even think for a second we’d ever get tired of taking care of you because that will never happen” I said with a grin, and he smiled back at me.

“Exactly, hon. It’s tough, but we’ll manage. It’s just that your daughter and I have been having a hard time finding the right day to visit you because I’ve been busy with part-time jobs, and Minjeong’s already working for a big company,” my mom added, sounding so proud it made me a little embarrassed.