If Rosé Park were to describe Dr. Jaehyun Jung before, she'd say without thinking twice that he's a snobbish, self-centered antipathic guy who doesn't tinker a damn. However, now that she got to know him better, she figured out that Jaehyun is a man...
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I woke up with a subdued and subtle knock outside my room. As expected, it was Jaehyun. The gentle knock was first fine-drawn as if it was dubious and uncertain but after a moment of a quite long silence, I heard the knock again. This time, it was along with Jaehyun's baritone voice.
"Are you awake?" I heard him say, so I parted my lips and tried to come up with something. However, nothing came out. I guess, my voice is too guttural and croaky because I just woke up.
Apprehending nothing from me, I heard the slow squeak from the door – revealing Jaehyun in the door frame.
I am facing the door that's why I was able to witness his messy and disheveled hair with a headband, his casual black shirt, and his shorts, whilst his swollen chinky eyes properly completing his look.
So this is what a respectable man of compassion and honor looks like in the morning? He looks a basic boy-next-door. Gone were his overflowing charisma and arrogance. All I can identify right now is the homeboy Jaehyun.
Upon seeing I am awake; Jaehyun ambulated towards me and sit beside my bed. I conveyed him my most genuine smile before stating something using my hoarse voice.
"Good morning, Yoonoh..." I curtly said.
"Good morning, too, Chaeyoung." From the unfathomable depth of his glittering eyes, a sense of adoration and longing flickered for a second but it disappeared abruptly that I didn't catch it.
We carefully locked each other's eyes – his hands on the side of my bed, his eyes on me, and only me. What swoons me, even more, is when the dazzling sunlight beamed through the white blinds, presenting the morning sun against Jaehyun's sculpted face. It cast thin golden stripes across his pleasing angelic face.
For a mere moment that we're both staring at each other, I thought of something: I need a morning hug.
I opened my arms widely as I grin amiably at him, looking foolish as ever.
He frowned, "What is that for?"
"Hmm, a morning hug?" I asked adorably.
His lip twitched, "Do you remembered what happened yesterday?"
I blinked and tried to decipher what Jaehyun is trying to imply. I wonder what's going on in his head because I didn't recall anything so important yesterday.
"What do you mean?"
"Forget it," he sighed in disappointment, "Does your hug is still available, Ma'am?"
