My Neighbour, My Lover Again? [Kpop Fan-Fiction]

Chapter Six

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With a sigh, I turned my heel and headed for the gate to leave. Every step I took felt like a hundred boulders on my very two shoulders and I couldn't understand why. It felt suffocating and as if I couldn't even breathe anymore.

Before I closed the gate, I looked back at the person standing at the front step one last time.

"Goodbye, Yong Hwa."

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The minute I arrived at work the next day, I was called into Yoona's room for a chat.

"How's work been so far? Any difficulties?"

"It has been okay," I smiled, "Was something wrong?"

"There is a monthly stylist meeting in our Japanese branch and I think you're the right candidate to go."

"Oh?" I stuttered, "But I've only started for a week."

"I think it'll be a great opportunity for you to learn. You'll be leaving tomorrow morning if you're okay with it?"

I nodded.

"Great!" she radiated, "Yong Hwa will be joining you so it won't be too lonely!"

"Yong-Yong Hwa?"

"Yeah, you guys will leave tomorrow morning and should come back by Thursday morning."

She continued on about the details of my schedule but I wasn't really listening because my mind was stuck on those words "Yong Hwa will be joining you." Really?! Out of all days he has to go with me tomorrow? What is this?!

I spent the day busying myself with work, even through lunch time when the other employees left to eat out. I wasn't too hungry so I ended up in our kitchen instead, waiting for the water to boil to make my tea and of course, think about how ridiculous it was that Yong Hwa was coming with me tomorrow?! Is this a prank?!

As I was too deep in thought, I unknowingly poured some hot water onto my hand instead of my cup and I instantly yelped in pain.

"Are you day dreaming again?" someone suddenly grabbed my hurting hand into theirs, "Pay more attention."

"Oh, wh-what are you doing here Jonghyun? Aren't you out to lunch?"

I was still so surprised at his sudden appearance that I just followed him towards the table and sat down naively. Quietly, I watched him inspect my reddened hands before getting up to go somewhere and coming back with the first aid.

He freely reached out for my hand again and held it in his hands in a way that had my heart racing inside. It was so gentle and so careful that it made me feel as if my hands must've been something fragile to him.

"I-I can do it myself..."

My words were left totally ignored and he went on to applying some cooling cream onto the aching spot. It kind of hurt, but seeing how he began blowing softly on it had me completely forgetting that it was even there in the first place.

I was so focused on him that I hadn't realised he was now staring at me with that blank face of his, probably thinking that I was crazy or something.

"Uhmm, thanks..."

Standing up, he got over to the kettle and poured something into two mugs before coming back to place one in front of me.

"Be more careful," he glared down at me, "Stay out of trouble tomorrow."