End Game

notes

a.n/ you're still here? wow, you guys are incredible! i always had this problem, thinking too much when it approaches the end, like writing it-deleting it-on repeat, until i had to stop and think. well, anyways, i only have few chapters left, and this chapter will full of hanbin i tell ya... so yeah, happy reading. and thanks for staying^^

17.

Another season passed, no more gummy smiles coming through the door of a coffeeshop in the corner, nor a skinny girl with messy bun with sketch books in her hands. Only sometimes Jiwon stop by just to drink a cup or two coffees before heading home from classes. Hanbin pressed the remote control of the store rolling door at night while coughing, he's been catching a cold for few days, blame it to the extreme weather lately.

That's why he's been skipping his morning jog due to fever, but he feels better today, so Hanbin opened his apartment door just as usual when he's about to leave for a morning jog when he found a plastic bag with a mungbean porridge inside. He looked around to see if someone mistaken the delivery to his unit. Seems like no one's around, he opened the bag to see if there's a note.

He found one:

Take this porridge, drink warm water, hope the cough will be gone soon. Rest and get well soon. –J.

His heart skipped a beat to read the notes. J?

Hanbin get back to his kitchen and put the plastic bag on top of his table.

"Is this for me?" he murmured.

He took his cellphone. J? could it be... he stopped for a while, although his mind fying to Jennie but he stop himself for being such a pathetic guy, so he dial Jiwon.

"Hey bro." he answered in his lazy drowsy voice.

"You brought me porridge?"

"Eh?"

"Did you know that I got a flu right now?"

"Oh, get well soon bro." he mumbled.

"You sent me porridge. Right?" Hanbin said.

"I—" Jiwon sighs, "Okay, later, bro, but let me sleep just one more hour please. Then I'll wake up and call a delivery to get you the freaking porridge."

Hanbin paused. No.

"Jesus, Hanbin, I didn't know you're this clingy..." he grunts.

"No," Hanbin paused, "you know what, I'm really sorry for bothering you... get more sleep Jiwon-ah. Sorry." He chuckled before hung up the phone call.

His eyes back to the plastic bag.

Think, Hanbin, think, who else will send you porridge that is their names starts with J... think! There must be someone.

Jisoo!

Aha!

He pressed Jisoo's number.

"Morning, boss." Jisoo cheerfully answer the phone.

"Hey, nuna, did you... uh, sent me a mungbean porridge because you know I'm sick?"

"Me?" Jisoo seems surprised, "well, I didn't... why?"

"Oh, okay, I—"

"Hey, Bin, you okay?" Jisoo asked, "the fever's gone? The cough?"