Café Latte | JUNGWOO

Chapter 9

When Jungwoo woke up, he felt numbness in his arm. He opened his eyes to see Hayoung's arms was around his torso, her head resting on his chest, their legs tangled together. The numbness was from his arm wrapped around her body. He immediately felt the blood rushing to his cheeks, his heart thumping in his chest.

She has a financé. Jungwoo reminded himself as he gently peeled himself from Hayoung, careful not to wake her up. He looked at his phone, the time showing that it was still early in the morning. He stretched his arms over his head, knowing that Hayoung would probably be hungover, he decided to make soybean sprout soup for the three of them.

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Hayoung woke up to the smell of something good boiling. She opened her eyes, looking around to see that she was in a small apartment, lying on a sofa bed. She looked down at her body, noticing that she was wearing an oversized hoodie and sweatpants, her dress neatly folded on the coffee table. Did I go home with some random guy from the bar?

"You're awake." A voice said from behind her. That sounds awfully familiar. Hayoung turned around, her jaw dropping as she saw the male standing in the kitchen.

"Jungwoo?!" Hayoung exclaimed loudly but Jungwoo quickly placed a finger on his lips.

"My mother is still sleeping." Jungwoo told her. Hayoung could only nod her head.

Jungwoo had large bags under his eyes, his messy black hair under the hood of his grey hoodie. He wore navy blue plaid pajama pants, slippers on his feet.

Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her head, and quickly began rubbing her temples. Hayoung couldn't help but notice Jungwoo chuckle.

"I made soybean sprout soup. There's a toothbrush set out in the bathroom for you. Go get washed up and when you come back, you can have some soup for your hangover." Jungwoo told her. Hayoung stood up, making her way down the narrow hallway.

There were two doors. Hayoung wasn't exactly sure which one was the one to the bathroom so she picked the closest one, throwing it open.

Hayoung was shocked to see a small frail women lying in the small bed beside the window. Her face was terribly pale, and the foot that stuck out from under the blanket was a dark shade of purple. There was a wheelchair in the corner, sitting near the bed. Was that Jungwoo's mother?

Hayoung's thoughts were interrupted as she felt someone hashly tug the hoodie she wore, pulling her back as the door closed.

"The washroom is the other door." Jungwoo told her. His voice was soft, but his eyes were the complete opposite. Hayoung simply nodded, dragging her body to the washroom.

Hayoung picked up the toothbrush, putting a dab of toothpaste on before brushing her teeth. She took the time to look around the washroom.

It was definitely a lot smaller than she was use to, just big enough to barely fit the bathtub, sink and toilet. It was clear that financially, Jungwoo and her lived in two different worlds.

Once she was done, she made her way back out to the kitchen and living room area. What was once a bed was now a couch. Jungwoo was in the kitchen, scooping a bowl of soup. He rested it on the counter in front of her.

"Sorry, my place is really small. You can sit on the sofa and drink it, be careful it's hot though." Jungwoo told her.

"Thanks." Hayoung said, taking the bowl in her hands. As she sat down on the sofa, she noticed that her dress was gone from the table, replaced with her phone, and a plastic bag leaning on the side.

"Your dress and shoes are in the bag. I charged your phone for you last night." Jungwoo continued, grabbing a bowl and resting beside her.

"Jungwoo?" Jungwoo's head sharply turned towards the bedroom at the sound of his mother's weak voice.