Lessons From Romance

That Makes Us

Her phone started ringing before Chae Yoon could reply. Wondering if it was from work Namjoo quickly pulled her phone out to see an unfamiliar number on the screen. Slightly turning away from her friend she answered.

"Hello?"

"I'm hungry," a male voice spoke right away. "Bring me some food."

Namjoo was left listening to the dead ring tone as he hung up and stared at her phone. The absurdity of the situation was flabbergasting.

"Who was that? Do you have to go in to work?" Chae Yoon asked.

"No, wrong phone number," Namjoo lied. "So who is this person?"

"He's my ex," Chae Yoon poked at the beef she'd set on the grill. "I wasn't very good to him."

"What happened?"

Chae Yoon stared at the table for a long time with sad calling eyes, "I broke up with him. I wavered, so I broke up with him, but I realized I still love him very much. He probably hates me now."

"You wouldn't know that unless you talk to him," Namjoo helped. "If he loved you very much, I'm sure he'd listen to you. Why don't you just call him up?"

"It's easier said than done," Chae Yoon sighed. "It's so hard. I'm so scared he'll shun me and reject me right away. I know I deserve this."

Namjoo turned when the restaurant owner placed a bottle of beer onto the table.

"I hate myself too," Chae Yoon droned on. "I'm such an awful person, but I can't help but miss him."

"Sorry," Namjoo apologized. "I don't really know what to say."

"It's ok," Chae Yoon smiled. "You're just lucky. I bet Ki Chan would die to be your first love."

Namjoo snorted at her suddenly without the energy to tell her to stop with the teasing. When they finally split up after lunch Namjoo was headed toward her car when she remembered the phone call earlier.

Should she or should she not?

If she went she would feel like he was making her a servant even if they barely knew each other. If she didn't go she would still feel guilty because she'd still be thinking about the call. On the other hand, was he really that helpless?

"He's still under maintenance, so it's not good for him to leave just yet. Plus, I don't think he's mentally stable."

"Oh, I also heard that. His neighbors said he was quite depressive."

Allowing a groan to escape she got into her car and went to the store. Luhan, she recalled, didn't really have food in his fridge. All she saw were microwavable food and noodles. She was certain if he kept up that diet, he'd die pretty fast.

As a nurse she felt it was only right of her to make sure he was taking care of himself. Since she already stopped by once, she would have to keep up with it until she was certain he in good health again.

That deathly pale color in his face wasn't a likely color to look at. She'd go and talk to him, see what was wrong, and if she was able to help. If not, she'd talk to Bo Young about any therapy that would be available for people like Luhan.

Before stopping by Luhan's, Namjoo made sure to stop by her place to grab some of the food Aunt Jin had dropped off. She was certain she wouldn't be able to finish all that food by herself anyway. Due to her work schedule she ate more outside than she did at home nowadays.

This time Luhan's door was locked and Namjoo had to knock on it. When the door opened Namjoo found herself staring at a ruffled hair Luhan. It looked like he just woke up.