Chapter 15

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Luhan brought me straight to our bedroom as soon as we arrived. He lied me down on the bed. "Mrs.Park.." Luhan shouted. "Ne?"
Mrs.Park came rushing to his master. "Call Dr.Lee. Right now!!" He commanded. Mrs.Park had never seen Luhan in that state
before. Not even when he fought with his sister. He was so panic. "Hana ah.." he tried to wake me up. My entire body, my face, it
was so cold. He blamed himself for that. I was just getting recovered from the fever, and now..I happened to be sick again, and he
thought it's all because of him. 
 
Dr.Lee arrived on time. He directly took his doctor's equipments out of his bag, and checked on me. Luhan was waiting like crazy
outside the room. He kept walking around. "How's her?" Luhan asked as soon as he saw the doctor. The young doctor laughed at
him. "Wae?" He asked. "You didn't look at your expression. You looked damn funny." "Yah! Ppali, tell me.." "don't worry. She's
having a little fever, but she's still doing fine." Dr.Lee answered casually. "Then why did she pass out?" "Because of the cold. what
else? You're actually good to girls, but why this one? Why did you let her wait?" Dr.Lee asked. "Wait.. you know? Yah! That kid. My
sister told you, right?" Luhan asked back. "That's not the point here buddy. Girls are sensitive . Just don't ever hurt her. You got
that? She's not just nobody now. She's your wife." Dr.Lee lectured him. "Hmmhmm.." Luhan murmured. He then entered the
room. 
 
I finally woke up. Besides my hurting head, everything seemed fine. When I heard the door knob being turned, I pretended to
sleep. It was Luhan. I knew that. I recognized his cologne. It was one of his favourites. I could feel him took a seat beside the bed.
He suddenly held my hand. It was soft. How could a boy's hand be this soft? I decided not to pretend anymore. I opened my eyes.
He was startled. He immediately left my hand. "You're up?" He asked nervously. "What does it look like?" I asked him back as I
rolled my eyes on him. I tried to sit down, and he helped me. He took a pillow, and put it on my back, so that I could lean on it.
"How are you feeling?" "Good, I guess. Ehm, where..were you?" I didn't dare to look at his eyes. "I...I am so sorry. I forgot that I had
to pick you up, and.." "and what?" "No..nothing." he denied as he faked a smile. I knew there was something, but since he seemed
did not want to tell me, I just shrugged it off. We both then kept quiet. Actually I felt quite disappointed with his answer. He forgot,
and that meant I was not really important. If I was, he would not forget that. I faked a smile. "Are you really okay with that?"
"Yeah.." I nodded my head, and continued "you must have your own reason. Don't worry. I don't mind that." 
 
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We were having the dinner, like the usual. Ehm, perhaps just a liitle bit different. There was a boy in his mid twenty I guessed. He's
good looking, and he had been here since.. I didn't know. I just saw him today. "Oh..Hana ah.." appa called me. I looked up at him.
"Ne?" "You must have never seen him. He's Lee Junho, Yuna's boyfriend." Appa spoke out. "Ah ne, annyeonghaseyo.. Kim Hana
imnida." "What's with your first name Hana ah? You are a Xi now." Eomma scolded me. "Just let her be eomma. She will get use to
that. Just give her some time." Luhan said. He was on my side. "Arrayo.." eomma said as she smiled. "Anyway, I have heard a lot
about you. So..yeah.. Luhan could be a badass sometimes. It must be hard on you." that junho guy teased. "Hyung.." Luhan
scolded him. "Wae? It's not like what he said is wrong." Yuna unnie barged in. "Noona, I am your brother.." Luhan threatened his
sister. "And he's my soon to be husband. There's no much difference to that." Yuna replied him. Appa just laughed at their family
conversation. "Luhan ah, you really have to learn how to protect yourself without asking help from your sister. I mean, look at
you.. you are someone's husband now. You need to protect your wife too." Eomma teased. I was blushing madly that I did not
even join the talk. "Anyway, Mrs.Park told me that Minyoung came this afternoon. Why didn't she stay longer?" Eomma added. I
was quite surprised. She came? Was that the other reason why Luhan came late? I turned to look at him. But he seemed
to..*sighed* he avoided my eye contact. Yuna unnie noticed the awkward tension between us. "Don't think about it eomma. She'll
definitely come here again since she's here for good." Unnie told her. Eomma nodded her head. "Ehm, I'm done with the dinner. I
have some things to do. So..I'll..go" I stuttered, as I got up, and walked away. Unnie gave a chase-her look for Luhan. He
immediately got up too. "I am also done here." He walked away from the dining room. "Oh, look at them. They are so sweet..
romantic." Eomma complimented. Yuna unnie just faked a smile.
 
I was sitting on the bed when he entered. "I..I'm sorry." He announced. "For what?" I acted innocent. "For..not telling you the
truth. You know, ehm.." "it's okay. I'm fine." I cut him off as I faked a smile. He took a seat beside me. "She's my childhood friend.
We were very close back then." He started. I listened to him. "I..she left town when she was 5. I was 6 at that time. I was sad. I
thought she would not come back." He paused. "But she still does, doesn't she? I asked. "Do you love her?" When I finally realized
what I had asked, I scolded myself. I looked at him nervously. "I don't know..I.." he stuttered. My heart felt hurt with that. "I did..but
that was few years ago when I decided to give up. I never thought that.." "that she will come back?" He nodded his head. I sighed.
"You know, if you love her, you should fight for her. You should fight for your happiness." I suggested even though I was dying
inside. I still faked a smile. "But what..what about.." "us?" I cut him off. "We got married just because of our family at the first
place. There was no love. Halabeoji, eomma, and appa will understand that." I convinced him. He smiled. "Thank you.." he said. I
forced myself to smile. "You're welcome."

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