Descendants of the Sun

Chapter 90~THIRD-PERSON POV~A chilly Monday of late October.

It was going a bit chilly today since it was the season of autumn. The warm-colored leaves kept falling from the branch of the trees, little by little. The whispering wind was telling some of the leaves to fall off the trees. Some leaves obeyed the wind's command, others might need to stay there for a while. Leaves thought it might be hard for themselves to part away from the tree. But that's life. A leaf falls off, another grows out again. It's like one has born and the other dies. It's a cycle that never ends.

Khalil and Fatima saw it happening in the room he was stuck in his darkest times (but now he's free from all of that disturbing time). They were just staring at the trees out of the window. Chi-yun was just observing what Mo-yeon and others are doing in the hospital. Chi-yun told either of the kids before, that if they see Chi-hoon, tell him because she needs to talk to him. So they agreed to.

Chi-hoon appeared walking in the middle of the hallways. He was wearing his light blue uniform under his long, white jacket. While walking, he took the scarf off to let his neck get some air. He let out a sigh of relief as the cool air surrounded his neck. While walking in the hallways, he looked to the left and saw a dark window, revealing his reflection. He stopped for a moment to look at his own neck. He could barely see the hickey on the side of his neck.

He walked into his locker room, looking for a mirror to see it clearly. He looked at the hickey visible on his neck. He chuckled a little because he knew he had a lot of 'fun' with Eun-hee yesterday. He was sure that he's hers and hers only. He wondered if she got a hickey from him too, so it could show off that she's his and only his. He wondered if he might put something cold on the hickey to heal away as soon as possible. But he was afraid it might worsen it so he'll just leave it like that. He'll just have to find a concealer to camouflage it. He still has the scarf in his hands, so he put it on the back of his neck and walked out from his locker room.

He walked past the two kids' room, causing Khalil to hear his footsteps and walked out from the room. He found Chi-hoon walking; his back facing him.

"Chi-hoon..." Khalil called him.

Chi-hoon stopped and turned around while Khalil was approaching him.

"Chi-yun wanted to talk to you, she's—" He spoke but suddenly found a small bruise nearly on the side of his neck.

Curiosity swirled into his mind again; he furrowed his eyebrows a little while staring at that bruise.

"Chi-hoon, what's that on your neck?" He asked.

Chi-hoon's face looked confused, wondering which one is Khalil referring of.

"It's a scarf."

Khalil shook his head.

"No."

The boy pointed at his own neck, signaling as if it was Chi-hoon's.

"It looked like a bruise. Is something wrong? Did you get hurt?"

"Oh, crap." Chi-hoon thought.

Chi-hoon should have hid the hickey under his scarf before, but it was suffocating him. He stood silent, thinking of how to make it up. He knew that the boy is curious, but he also knew that it would be very inappropriate for him. He deeply sighed as if he finally found a way to make it up.

"I didn't get hurt. This just came out of nowhere. Find out until you grow up as a young man." Chi-hoon spoke.

Khalil's curious look had turned into a confusion.

"What?" He asked.

"The reason why I'm telling you this is because...I feel like it's not appropriate for you Khalil. I know you're curious about that but...like I said, you know...it's not for you in that age. You get me, right?" He continued.