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...
Somewhere along the way I guess you got under my skin
I put all my cards out on the table
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"Rosé!"
I can hear Mrs. Kim's raucous knock against the door of my unit.
I tried to get up from my bed, but my system keeps on opposing. My body's shaking and my head's lofty. I can't even process the words she's saying outside.
"Rosé, your boyfriend is here!"
That was an indication for me to stand up from my bed although my body seems weaker than usual. Gradually, I walked through the door and opened it, revealing Mrs. Kim with her arm crossed and usual grumpy face.
"He's in the living room. Go there in a second." She said.
I nodded and put my palm in my forehead. I placed my hand on the side of the door to balance my posture. My leg is melting like a popsicle and I can't stand straightly — no, I can't even stand straight.
But I need to see Junhoe. Conceivably, just to inform him that I don't feel so good right now.
Mrs. Kim walked before me while I followed her.
The next thing I knew, I passed out.
"Oh my, Rosé! Jaehyun! Doc Jaehyun!"
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Every so often, I wake up from sleeping but only a puzzle and fragments of a picturesque image I can able to see.
Junhoe has been sitting beside me, holding my hand. I probably asked him to hold it because I'm feeling so cold. He would sometimes ask me things like 'what do you want to eat?', 'are you still cold'? and every possible question that can be thrown to a person who's suffering from a severe.
What made it different is that Junhoe seems to know a lot of things about the medical necessities that I need. Way back in Seoul, he wasn't exactly like this so I find it eccentric.
What it made it weirder is that instead of Junhoe who's actually present in front of me, all I can see is Jaehyun's soft face.
Even my vision is not entirely clear and blurry, I can absolutely tell that it was him. From the specific shape and the unfathomable depth of his eyes down to his luscious and lavish lips, I am certain that the person in front of me is Jaehyun.
But it wasn't him.
It will never be him.
After what I've told him? His feelings for me probably faded and only disgust is what he's bearing for me right now.
Brushing off the delusional idea away, I squeeze his hand and opened my right eye.
