It All Started With A Breakfast

IDFK Srsly

"Who is he?" I asked, a hand resting on my waist. "Well, we found him unconscious last night at the beach." My grandma boringly replied while playing with her iPad. I don't even have one. "What were you two doing at the beach last night anyway?"

"Oh you know. Just reminiscing old times when we were younger and used to stargaze without the cold bothering our old bodies." Grandpa answered. Such a sweet man he is. "He actually woke up after we brought him to the room he is using right now. He said he was running away from his tiresome world. We pretty much understand him though. We sometimes need to run away from our cruel world." I nodded. So he had the same reason as mine. But I think his is much worse. He had nothing with him. A total runaway. "He seemed really scared not being able to see."

"Well who wouldn't be." I commented.

"We actually bought paint for your room walls. I thought you would love to change them and cover up the dull gray color-- umph!" I seized grandpa with a hug. "You know best!" I told him.

I left their room, switching back to my lazy self. I'll work on my room someday when I feel like it. Right now, I must check on him.

I peeked to his door to see an angel cocooned in his blanket. He really is good-looking for me.

I left the door open before going in, just in case he stirs, I can run for good. But he doesn't though. I stare at him for seconds or maybe minutes. I took a closer look, observing better. His breathing was still thick as before. His sleep looked too deep for me to interrupt and he looked... longing for more of it.

Sick.

I held his pale cheeks making his brows twitch but then rest back to places. Explains why I loved his warmth. This weather isn't much help to him. The least I could do was prepare a basin with warm water and towel to atleast lessen his heat. I'm responsible for him anyway. Not that I hate taking care of him. I asked grandma for medicines and thankfully, she had some. I bought the kit too, just in case.

Good thing our rooms are just across each other.

Rain is consistent as ever. 5 pm strikes and I have to wake him up. He might not be able to sleep at night. "Uh... Hey..." I shook him lightly, not knowing what to call him.

Wow I haven't even asked for his name. How rude can I get.

He softly stirred and finally fluttered his eyes open. He's supposed to see right now. He rubbed it and jolted up to sit, resulting the towel on his forehead to fall to his lap. I think the sudden blood flow of his act caught him dizzy for a while. "Hm? Good afternoon." He greets with a smile. So polite it's killing me. I respond with a nod and a small smile. "Drink those. It's all good even without eating." I pointed to the sidetable which carried a glass of water and tablets. Before I can escape he held my wrist. "This." He grabs the wet towel and returns it to the basin. "You?" He asks which I understand immediately. "Yes." I simply said.

"Thank you."

That heart-stopping smile. I can feel my cheeks burn hotter than the sun. Why is he doing this to me? Rather, what's wrong with me? Is his fever getting to me?

"Hm sure." That was the only word I could ever muster before leaving. If only we can consider 'Hm' as a word then it would be words I said.

If only I was that confident and friendly to fire him my questions. I just want to rot here in my room til he leaves.

But unfortunately, I have to eat. Watching drama has always been my hobby eversince. It feels like it's some kind of rest for me. I do read books too. So I don't even think about it whenever my eyes gets blurry momentarily. I did all this to kill time.

To get my mind off him for a while.

I don't know. Seriously.

7 pm arrives and I instinctively went to my husband to see if someone's cooking dinner already. In fact, I saw him again. "Oh. Hi." He greets not really looking at me since he was focused on chopping. He looked good in the pink apron though.

"Need some help?" Finally. I managed to actually say an actual question. He chuckled. Did my voice crack? He side glanced at me. "I could use some. "

I stood beside him and helped him chop the vegetables. His height is intimidating me until I felt something piercing my skin. His eyes widened. "Yah! Aish. Not being careful." Wow. The nerve of him to scold me when he's the one at fault here.

He held my wrist maybe to lead me somewhere where there would be band aids but by the time we exit the kitchen, my grandparents tried their best to conceal their eavesdropping by running to the living room couch-- which I clearly saw-- and scribbling with panick to the newspapers located just under the centertable. My grandma caught my eyes staring for a second and she just scurried to their room. "What were you two doing?" I spoke maybe a little authoritively. "Bonding?" Before I could do another witty comeback he pulled me. And I can feel grandpa mischievously smiling. Am I that obvious? God why.

He sat me down on his bed. "I'm pretty sure there were bandaids here." He mumbled to himself runmaging to the small medicine kit sitting at his sidetable. After finding one, he kneeled in front of me, unwrapped the sticky thing and succesfully coiled it around my left index finger. His hands were as light as a feather. "Be careful next time kay? Shall we continue cooking?" He encouraged. "Yeah. Thanks." He nods and leads us out.

I ended up watching him do all the cooking. I only handed out things he needed. It's strange how I comfortably felt safe around him though he is still a complete stranger for me. "Do you feel any better?" I asked. "Yeah. Better." He smiled while readying the dining table. "Aren't you going to ask for my name?"

"Nah. Unless you'll tell me."

"What's yours then?"

"You are funny."

"What?" I asked dumbfounded. This is the first yet embarrassing proper exchange of words we had. I felt dumb with him chortling lightly. "You want me to ask for your name when you want to know my name." He menacingly grinned at me.

I ended up laughing with him. "Okay okay. I'm sorry. I don't mean to be rude. But what's your name?" I tried to loosen up. "It's Youngmin. Jo Youngmin."

I sticked a hand out. "Pleased to meet you Jo Youngmin-ssi. I'm Lee Saerom." We shook hands and his was warm as ever. Maybe he still needed rest. I stood from my chair, still my hand on him, and reached for his forehead. It was still slightly hot but it was better than earlier, describing how he moved around. "So. How is it?" He asked looking down at me, our face just inches away. Good thing I managed to play it cool. "Good. Just avoid tiring yourself and you'll be a lot better than this." And I dragged my body away from him.

"Oh. I'm not done with you yet by the way. Now that you've got me comfortable with you, ready for questions later. I'm gonna go call my grandparents for supper."

Was I feeling too close? It's not like me to say things like this. Am I still me?

I. DON'T. FREAKIN. KNOW.

Seriously.