cold coffee.

ch. 7

You arrived at my apartment shortly 

after we had ended the call. 

I wrapped a grey fuzzy blanket around 

my shoulders and hobbled out of my room

to the door. 

"Hi," I grumbled when I opened it. 

"Dear god, you look like shit."

"Wow, thanks Innie. You're so kind." 

You flushed at the nickname and I smiled. 

"Sorry. Anyways, I have the ingredients for the 죽." 

you said placing bags of food on my kitchen island. 

I frowned, "I'll pay you back for the groceries."

I remember how guilty I felt that you had to 

take care of me. 

"Nonsense. You, Bangchan, are my friend. One of the 

very few I have, actually. But even still, I take care of

my friends. So, you'll just have to deal with it." you rambled

as you took everything out of the bags. 

I huffed, "Fine, but I will do something in return for all of this, 

as soon as I'm not sick."

You rolled your eyes but smiled 

nonetheless, "If you must."

"And I must." I nodded.

We laughed and that same warmth returned 

with much more ardor than before. 

"Now," you said loudly, "Go lay down while I make this.

I'll bring it to you when it's done." 

"No, you don't need to do that. I'm fine here. I can even 

help if you want."

You didn't say anything, just walked around the island 

and stood in front of me. 

You were close enough, I could smell

your cologne. 

I was then painfully aware of my lack of it. 

You put your hand on my forehead, 

a way to check my temperature. 

Your hands were icy, and as you

stood between my legs,

your face riddled with concern. 

I realized, that I was falling for you.

Like a 

leaf falls for winter. 

Like rain, falls for grass. 

My face flushed, and you pulled 

your hand away. 

"You're burning up." You frowned 

You looked so defeated, and I vowed right then

to never walk anywhere in the rain

ever again. 

"I'm fine." I whispered.

You looked down at me, sitting on the bar stool 

was the only way you would ever

be taller than me. 

You're eyes sparkled. It was like magic. 

I grabbed your hand that had been on my forehead.

You absentmindedly dropped it 

to rest on my thigh. 

"You're cold." I muttered. 

The eye contact we had been making, 

was becoming suffocating. But I couldn't look away. 

"I'm not." 

"Here." I handed you the blanket I had around my shoulders.

You thanked me, silently. 

Your eyes glittered again, that's how I knew. 

Then, 

I kissed you. 

(edited) 

a/n 죽 translates to 'jook' which is rice porridge, 

it's like chicken noodle soup. A stable in korea when 

you're sick.