35 | I Love You

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"Oppa, are you sure you don't want me to call the doctor?"


Ryujin asked Taehyung, but the latter just shook his head and closed his eyes. "I'm fine sis. It's just a hangover. It'll go away." he smiled lazily, and looked at her. "Don't worry."


She bit her lip. "Okay. But, do inform me if you need something."


"You're the lady of house, Ryujin," Taehyung narrowed his eyes. "You're supposed to be downstairs with your husband. I'm fine. Go," he ordered jokingly.


She laughed. "It's okay. Soobin asked me to come here. He's fine with it," she shrugged.


"But, your in-laws... They'll question him," he sighed. "Go, Ryujin. I'm fine," he smiled to assure her yet again.


Just then, Joy entered the room. She halted her steps when she saw Ryujin there, and smiled tightly. "Hey, my father is asking for you. Please go downstairs. I'll look after Taehyung," she told her softly and the latter nodded.


Ryujin stood up, and walked out of the room, but not before throwing a concerned glance at Taehyung, and he just smiled and gestured her to go ahead. She left the room. Taehyung turned his head to Joy, and closed his eyes and sighed. "Stop staring," he muttered.


"You're a good actor," Joy mumbled, and placed a glass of water on the bedside table. She walked around, and climbed on her side of the bed and rested her head back. "You don't have to pretend with me."


Taehyung peeked. "I don't know what you're talking about."


She huffed softly. "You knew. Didn't you? That I don't want to attend this party. Right?" she raised her brows, and he looked away. "That's why you're playing sick. I have seen you drunk. You can't fool me, Taehyung."


He grumbled, and turned to his side to look at her. "Everything is not about you, Mrs Kim," he said.


"Are you upset with me?" Her eyes were scanning something on her phone, avoiding his stare. "I asked you something," she said when he didn't reply.


"Are you glad that you aren't downstairs?" he asked.


"I'm actually glad not to be downstairs, giving a fake smile on my father's birthday? Not my cup of tea," Joy glanced at him. "I like it here, in my old room and seeing you like this on the bed, I'm just really enjoying it," she said sarcastically.

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