Oh Hayoung's Point of View
I wake up due to the sunlight peak through the curtain. I yawned and try to sit up but something stop me. I look at my waist and realize that Sehun's hand is still wrap around my waist.
Wait...how did I get here?
Then, everything that happened last night hit my head.
I slowly remove his hand, not wanting to wake him up. If he wake up, he will remember what happened last night... and he will get broken.
Soon that I success removed his hand, I sit up and sigh. Before I walk out of his room, I stroke his hair softly and kiss his forehead.
I place my lips with my hand. He get a cold! Shit.
I wrap his body with his blanket. I walk out of his room and went straight to the kitchen.
He probably will get hangover because he's drunk last night so I decided to cook him a chicken soup. It will also recover his cold faster.
Once I was done, I bring a bowl of chicken, a glass of warm water and a painkiller to his room.
I'm so shocked because I saw him leaning on the headboard. I thought he's still asleep. He usually don't wake up this early.
He stare at me blankly. No emotion. Unlike last night.
"Sehun, you're awake."
No answer. Just a blank face.
"I don't want to eat." He coldly replied.
I winch at his sudden coldness to me.
"But I'm sure you got hangover and you catch a cold. I already cooked chicken soup for you. I also bring a painkiller. Please eat." I begged him.
"Don't you get me? Or are you deaf? Because I'm sure I already say that I'm not hungry." He send me a glare.
Change his attitude? Again?
"Please just e-"
"I said I don't want to eat! Can you just leave me alone?!" He raised his voice at me.
I stop because I saw him getting up and walk towards me. He drag me to the outside harshly. The tray I was holding was almost drop to the ground, thankfully I hold it tighter.
Once I was outside he slam the door hard, making me flinch.
Tears already rolling down on my cheeks. What did I do to him?
I went to the kitchen and put the tray on the dining table. I walk to my room and decided to take a shower. After that, I wear a simple oversized t-shirt and a black short pants.
Since I didn't go to work, I really didn't know what to do.
Should I check him?
I go to his room. Should I? I hesitantly knock his room softy. I waited for his answer.
"Come in." His voice is so soft that I almost can't hear.
I open the door and step in. I see that he probably already take a shower because his clothes is different. He wears a white sweater and black sweatpants.
He caught me staring at him and we make eye contact. None of us bother to look away.
His beautiful dark brown eyes that I easily can lost in it, is full of sadness.