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Sometimes, we don't wanna wake up facing a cold, harsh truth being thrown to us. Sometimes, we wish we could stay in a world where we don't have to deal with problems chaining to our neck, forcing us to come up with troublesome solutions that will throw away the problems, which we know the problems will be back just in a matter of time.
That's where I am now. The words that Jonghyun had discarded to me a week ago has successfully managed to make me feeling a little guilty all week. Did I really did that to him? What can I do to make him better again? But recalling the event, I still remember what Taemin had said about his fever and how they tried keeping him from producing more sweats by putting him in a bathtub filled with ice. A fever?
A guardian angel was having a fever that has never happened before in their lifetime and it's all because of me. When my fingertip touched his forehead, I couldn't feel any heat of fever that Taemin claimed him to be. I was about to go deep in thoughts when I heard someone entered my room and slowly closed the door. For some reason, my time in Underworld has seemingly heightened my sense in hearing things and had been dreaming of my dear friends and family.
The bed was dipped down, indicates he or she is beside me.
"Hey, Bubble?"
A soft, husky voice was heard and his hand roamed my covered back slowly up and down in a such comforting manner. I know it sounds wrong, but I enjoy his little touch on me that could make me feel warm inside. Pulling the blanket from my face, I see Kris with big eyes and batting my eyelashes to him. He's eyes wrinkled with a smile, watching me acting cute. Cute?
"Hm?"
He stopped rubbing my back then rest his hand on the bed, gaze fixed at me. He cleared his throat. "Care to join us in the kitchen?" My brows knitted by his question. Kitchen? Why?
As if he knows what lingers in my mind, he let out a chuckle.
"For breakfast, come. Get yourself fresh and all. I'll be waiting here" he said. For a moment, I realize I have been in my room for half an hour. I nod, pushing the warm blanket away from me and got on my feet. As I was grabbing my towel, I thought I heard something.
Waiting here?
"Here?"
All I wish he said 'Nah, just kidding' and get out of the room and leave me so I can have a nice, warm shower. Instead, he just sits there and smile to me. No head shaking nor getting up from the bed that will make the twist in my stomach ends. I sucked a deep breathe and turn around, walking to the bathroom with a strong grip around my towel, wondering why would he waited for me, alone in my room.
The warm droplets raining on my body quite nicely and I enjoy it, but still, it doesn't change the fact that I'm still nervous about Kris outside. The shower didn't take long so I dried every droplets of water that was dripping down on my body with my towel. I pick my outfits the night before and I didn't know why I had to put it in the bathroom in the first place. Realization strucked my thought and my lips quickly pulled up into a smirk.
So this is the reason, I thought to myself. After that, I just let my hair cascaded down my back and wore a black headband. I sighed with the sight of myself in the mirror and walked out, only to see Kris standing before the window, arms folding in. I cleared my throat to make him know I was done. When he turned, he graced me with his dazzling smile, which made me hold my breath for a moment.
"What is up with you today?" I asked, holding the nervousness that began to spread throughout my veins. He made his way approaching me with his dangerous eyes lingers to me. I gulped down to ease my nervous. When he did, he looked at me for a while with his lips thin. Oh no. What did I do?
"Let's go down"
He kissed my forehead passionately and take hold of my hand very delicately like I'm a precious gem. Is it wrong for me to say if he does that every day, I accidentally will fall in love with him?
*****
"Oh, good morning ____!" Greeted Mrs. Graye who's waiting. I waved to her and I noticed her eyes filled with surprise seeing our enterwined hands.
"Good morning Mrs. Graye" I said, arriving to the table and tried to free my hands, but I couldn't. I lift my eyes to see him but Kris wouldn't turn to me and continued to drag me.
"Will it kill you to let go of her, Kris? For a while?" Hara add a spit of venom, but I saw Kris didn't even hear what she says. He sits and finally let go of me, causing me to rub my fingers. The seat beside him was empty so I sat myself there. Aroma of breakfast in the morning suddenly make my stomach growling in hunger, making the situation felt awkward.
"Oh, you're starving! Here, have some omelette" Mrs. Graye quickly save my embarassing moment and scooped the omelette to my plate. I took a bite of it and smiled. Dang, it was beautiful. Everyone began to eat their breakfast in a peaceful state. While eating, I observe Kris enjoying his meal. His eyes never left the plate nor watch me like he always do. Which made me left hanging wondering alone. Seeing him like this, I've always ask myself, is this the real Kris?
The real Kris who just mind his own business, who always fold his arms whenever he stands alone in the corner of the house, who always enters my room at night, watching me sleep, who always checks the food Mrs. Graye cooked before serving to the table. I have noticed the little things happening around and have confirmed it with Mrs. Graye, who also agreed with what she said. Unknowingly, I smiled with my little detective activity.
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Guardian
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