Unsung Melodies | ♡ Completed ♡

Chapter Thirteen

I had another set of clothes to return now.

I was treating my enemy well. Wearing his clothes without his consent sounded audacious enough.

I smirked.

I felt happy at that thought. Me owing him something was funny to me.

It was actually he who owed his whole damn life to me.

I had a bunch of daisies as I entered the hospital. The receptionist was kind enough to say that I looked pretty. I felt myself redden.

Without much hassle, she gave me the number of Min Yoongi’s room.

“Ma’am, did anyone visit him in the morning?” I asked.

“No sweetie. None,” the receptionist said.

“I thought that his parents would have had come.”

“Mr. Min settled the hospital bills in the morning and it was done online. I can assure you that none visited him yet. You are the first to look for him here.”

I was the first!

“Well ma’am, thanks a lot. I will go then.”

“Of course; he has got himself a unique and a pretty girlfriend... I see,” said she as she beamed at me.

"No.. no... I am a friend." I bowed and walked towards his room.

Well, one cannot not say he is an enemy visiting the enemy.

With every step I took towards Room No. 128 I felt the beat of my heart quicken. It echoed too loud in the hallways.

I hesitated for a while before knocking. Would he be angry to see me?

Would he like the daisies? Was my hair all right? I checked myself from the reflection on the glass door. I seemed fine, but he usually found some fault in me. May be this time, he might find a fault too.

I came such a way to Daegu and I won’t turn back. I cleared my throat and knocked.

“The door is open. Come in,” he said from inside. His voice sounded acidic.

Was that a side effect of bleach? His personality was more acidic now.

I put my head in first and then dragged in my body.

“You looked like an otter,” he chuckled with some difficulty.

“Ya! Do you know what otters look like?”

“Yeah, like you.” He sneered.

"Halo on girl, caaaaalm down," I muttered to myself.

“You shouldn’t talk much. Stick to small answers okay?” I said. I should play the Angel.

I closed the door behind me and walked near his bed. His skin looked paler than usual and he was under saline treatment.

“I got these flowers for you, I hope you like them.” I said and held out the bunch of daisies to him.

“Thanks a bunch,” he paused. “They look pretty like you.”

I felt my cheeks getting hot. I wondered if the A/C was working well.

Why was it so hot!?

“Min Yoongi, is the A/C working well?”

“Yeah, Why?”

“I just felt that the air was hot.”

“You blushed a while ago, Krissy.”

Now... this was taking a bad direction. I could sense it so I changed the track of the conversation.

He always made me uneasy with those stupid remarks.

“You are wearing a frock, Min Yoongi.” I laughed. “Should I take a selca with you? ”

“Of course; after all, I’m a star class basketball player. Wearing a frock won't snatch away my handsome looks.”

“You never get tired of boasting, do you?”

“Not when you are around.”

“Shut up Min Yoongi.”

I pulled the phone out of my pocket and opened the camera. Min Yoongi held the flowers on his chest and posed. I got a bit closer to him and crouched to have a perfect selca.

“Hana, dul ...” I counted.

As I said “dul” he put his free hand around my neck.

“Set,” I said in a shook voice.

Did he just do that!

Of course, the camera captured a boy in a frock holding flowers and an otter. A shook otter. I did look like one.

I shoved my phone into my pocket. I was not gonna comment on his playboy behaviour because he was sick.

“How are you Min Yoongi?”

“I’m fine I guess. Thanks for saving me though.”

He ran his fingers through his hair.

Was that action necessary?

“You are welcome, I guess. I hope you’d recover soon. None at school knows that you are at hospital. I didn’t tell them.”

“That is good. I don’t want them to know that I am weak.”

“But now I know.”

“I know that I can trust you.”

Min Yoongi, you were entrusting your enemy!

I heard the door open and it was the doctor. He was tall and his name card read “Mr. Kim.”

“I am sorry for bothering your conversation, but Mr. Min, you can go home in three days.”

My mouth was hanging open. This doc must be kidding!

The doctor continued. “It was good that you found Mr. Min on time. Else he would have had to spend days at hospital. Luckily, the intake of bleach was not that dangerous and we could treat him well. His voice will be hoarse and if you can, make sure that he doesn’t talk much.”

When did Min Yoongi have a soft voice anyway?

“Thank you miss,” the doctor said and I bowed as he left us.

That meant that I had to lock Min Yoongi's house and all.

“Min Yoongi, I couldn’t lock your house properly. Can I have the key so that I can lock it?”

“Dad took care of it. I was informed.”

“I see. So I will see you then? I have to go now. It's getting late.”

“Please ... come ... tomorrow also.”

He said it with some strain. He was looking down on the floor.

I nodded as I closed the door behind me.

Why did he think that I'd even visit him!