Meeting the one (seventeen Vernon ff.)(on hold)

Chapter 11. Sick day

Y/n p.o.v

"Hey! I'm home- Wait Hansol has a late night photo shoot tonight." I walked in to the family room.

"Surprise!" Twix jumped out from behind the couch.

He made dinner and cleaned up the apartment.

"Wow! Totally husband material." I mumbled.

"What?"

"Nothing!" I smiled.

We had dinner, and watched a movie before going to our rooms.

The next morning I got up early to go on a run and to get some groceries. I left a note for Vernon Incase he got up before i came back.

It was a usual morning run, not many people. The store just opened when I got there. Everything about today seems so normal, leaving a note, getting food for two, setting the table for two... every little thing just became so normal.

When I finally got home I was surprised to see my note in the same place where I lift it. No one was in the guest bathroom, and none of the other doors were open except mine.

Hmm... well it is the weekend, maybe he just wanted to sleep in.

I looked at my phone, it was Saturday 8:45 am. Usually Hansol would only sleep in till 8:30 am. Maybe something was different today. I finally got up from the couch and walked to his room. I knocked, no response. I knocked again. I heard something fall to the ground, making a loud sound, followed by an owww!

Without thinking I opened the door and ran in. Hansol was on the floor tangled in blankets.

"Hey you." His voice sounds different..

"Are you ok?" I asked trying not to sound too scared or concerned.

The room was too warm, the blinds were closed, he had to be sick.

I help him to the family room and made some tea, doing my best to not make too much noise. He smiled when I sat down next to him. To be completely honest he looked bad, pail skin (well, pailer if that's even possible), and his eyes looked so sad. I made sure he was wrapped up in a blanket and had some pillows from his room. Remembering his room I got up to clean the bedding and do some laundry. After I came back from the laundry room, I saw a sad looking boy, smile long gone.

"What's the matter? You hungry, I can get some more tea-"

"Kit-cat, just sit and stay. Please?" That little kid gave me his puppy eyes. How is anyone able to resist his puppy eyes?!

"Ok, but I'm getting us some food first." He didn't complain, seeing as from where he was sitting you can see both the kitchen and the TV. No wonder that's his favorite spot on the couch.

Sometime in the afternoon he fell asleep. Seeing no better time, I called his mom asking if he liked anything special for when he got sick. She told me that he didn't really get sick after I left, but when he did, he just had to go through all the albums of us. She finished telling me that the only thing that made him feel better was seeing the two of us together. We wished each other well and said our goodbyes.

What did she mean by seeing us together?