I sat on the counter as I watched him preparing to cook. I watched him slice the veggies and the other ingredients and every little thing he does. It seems like I was someone special at that moment since it was again the time that someone had cook for me. Sometimes I will caught myself smiling while imagining things like he's my hubby and I'm his girl but I would shook my head and cough trying to brush the thought out. Just what was that? I would thought and try to get myself together. Why would I think about him? Ugh. Sometimes, he will also caught me staring at him but I'll just avoid his gaze as I clear my throat and then look around.
Then I would ask, "Do you need a hand?"
But he would just answer no and will continue his work.
After an hour, he's finally done. He set two plates on the table with a nice plating, one for me and one for him. I sat on the seat in the dining table and he also did after finishing off his work. He sat on the seat on my right and looked at me making me startled a little.
"W-wae?" I asked him.
"Eat up. And drink your medicine."
With a silent atmosphere, we started to dig in. It was really awkward eating with him. How is this even possible? I mean...this guy who said hurtful things to me just weeks ago is here eating infront of me and he even cooked for me. He's even the first guy who ever stepped a foot inside my place. This jerk guy I hate, this guy who's even accusing me of being his stalker, this guy... Agh! How can this even be happening? Tch. It feels like a dream, I just wanted to wake up. But he has a good heart too, eh? How come he would cook for me and take care of me while I'm sick if he hates me that much? Well, maybe it just happened.
A moment later, I didnt even noticed he's already finished eating when he stood up. He put his plate on the sink and got some water at the fridge. Heh, now he's acting like this is his house, eh? Tsh. I rolled my eyes and just continued eating.
"I can take care of myself. You can go ahead. And, thank you." I said aloud as he went to the living room. But he suddenly came back holding a small plastic bag in his hand. He put it on the table infront of me.
"What's that?"
"Your medicine. Drink this after you eat and have some rest." he said, his face expressionless. I just stared at him.
"Arasseo." I simply said.
"I'm going." and with that, he headed to the door. I watched him leave and when I heard the door closed, I just continued eating, thoughts filling my mind.
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