Island Roommates // Yutae Fan Fic

Chapter Sixteen

Taeyong:

The room that our parents had organised for us to stay overnight in was small, simple and on the far side of the regular ward to make it harder for reporters to get to. There were two beds in the room but Yuta ignored the second one and came to sit next to me while our family shuffled into the room. It made it stuffy, with so many people in one place. I must have really gotten used to open air because this was suffocating.

"The doctor will be here soon, so just stay here, you two. Relax. Get all the tests done and we'll come back when she's done, ok?" My mother told us and I sighed heavily.

"You don't need to come back, Mama. We just want to sleep. You can see us in the morning." I really just wanted everyone out of the room right this second. Yuta nodded and said something to his mother which made her choke and splutter in indignation. Yuta's father patted her on the back but nodded at him and led his wife out of the room. Everyone soon followed, promising to bring back food and some new clothes.

"Is there anything you want?" My mother asked me and before my mouth was open, Yuta answered for me.

"He's been craving pork for a week now."

She nodded to herself seriously and left quickly, talking to herself about what goes best with pork.

I slumped back on the bed and groaned out loud.

"I thought they'd never leave." I whispered.

"Don't get me wrong, I missed my family but they are just too much right now. And there's too much freaking noise. Have machines always been this loud?" Yuta asked as he peered at the beeping air conditioner behind us.

"I know. I miss the quiet." I closed my eyes and tried to remember the trees that used to sway above us while we lay in our shelter. If I focused really hard I could almost -

"Ah, Annyeonghaseo. Sorry, did I wake you?" My eyes flew open and I sat up. Korean? The doctor closed the door behind herself and hurried inside, smiling in our direction.

"You're Korean?" Yuta asked.

"Mmm, my mother was Korean." She pulled out a pen from her coat pocket and tapped on her clipboard. "Who wants to go first?" Yuta pointed at me quickly.

"Him. You need to check his shoulder."

"What happened to it?" She asked and came towards my side of the bed. I didn't care to listen while Yuta explained. I just sat there and let her do whatever she needed to do. I followed her instructions but I was so sleepy I forgot what she said the second she moved onto something else.

Finally it was Yuta's turn, and she spoke to him in Japanese. I frowned when I heard her giggle and started paying attention again. He had his shirt up while she pressed her stethoscope to his chest and made him breathe deeply. His stomach rumbled loud enough for me to hear and he wiggled his eyebrows at her.

"Sorry. I had more food today than I've had in weeks. My stomach is complaining." He said it in Korean.

"That's to be expected." She smiled at him and carried on with her examination. When she was done collecting blood samples from us both and she left the room, I flopped back on the bed and turned to look out the small window.

"I think we have like 5 seconds before our moms come back." He chuckled. I hummed in agreement. He said something to himself but I ignored it. I knew I was being ridiculous but I was mad. The first woman Yuta sees in weeks and he already had them smiling and giggling. It's not like he ever smiled at me like that, wide and bright like he was using all the damn muscles in his face.