My Boyfriend (나의 남자 친구) | ✓

o2. when he's thankful

Junhoe's mother summoned me in their residence, asking for help.

Mother's kind eyes were plagued with worry. She fiddled with the space between her thumb and index finger, a nervous habit Junhoe told me she had. Seeing her like this made me worry too.

"I'm sorry for calling you this late, Chaeyoung-ah. I'm really worried about him. He hasn't even gone out to eat dinner."

I softly squeezed her arm, a gesture to somehow calm her down. "Don't worry, omeoni. I'll take care of him."

"Thank you for this, Chaeyoung-ah. If you need me, give me a call. I'll be at the hospital."

"Take care, omeoni."

"You too."

After seeing her off and making sure I locked the door properly, I tried knocking at Junhoe's wooden door again, in hopes he'd answer this time.

"Junhoe?"

I tried knocking again but was only met with silence.

I rummaged my purse and quickly found what I was looking for: my school ID. I held the doorknob to give it a raise and wedged the card between the gap. I didn't expect for this to work though, but when the lock clicked, I was surprised. It was the first time I tested this since Junhoe told me about his door hack.

It was dark inside the room, except for the lit orange lamp at the study table and his laptop's screen. A figure covered parts of the light shining through the area and I knew then that it was my boyfriend, sleeping on the desk.

Sighing, I went closer, crouching at his side. Streaks of orange mingling with the harsh white incandescence of the screen shined through his features, providing him a soft image I didn't know he was capable of having. His lids fluttered every now and then, along with his long eyelashes that I always get envious of. The god-given sleek pinkish lips he had were slightly parted and for a moment, I had the urge to run my finger through it, just so I could trace the outline of his soft lips. I smiled at that thought. It'd be less creepy if he's awake when I do that.

My knee joints were screaming with pain now, so I stood up, my knees popping (mental note: exercise more often) and almost groaned aloud if I didn't realize I wasn't supposed to be here. Giving my boyfriend a quick glance, I sighed in relief, knowing that he didn't wake up.

As I watch Junhoe's back slowly rise and fall, my heart ached. The midterms just ended but the week after that was torturing everyone the most, especially Junhoe whose father was in the hospital after suffering a mild stroke. He had to take absences most days of the week in order to take care of his father.

I offered to help him but prideful and stubborn Junhoe objected. He had always been like that; ready to help (even though it doesn't seem like so) but never asking for help. It provided to be a problem most of the times since I had to guess what he really needs help with. Right now though, I knew what he needed.

I took the laptop carefully out of his desk. Before I could leave though, I had the urge to kiss his exposed cheek since his sleeping face looked so adorable. But I fought off the urge.

When he's awake, Chaeyoung, I reprimanded myself. Don't be such a creep!

I went out of the room, closing the door softly behind, and laid the laptop on the dining table. Two word documents were opened. A book report and a lab report...