I laugh until I felt a tear, "Roman if you can't use the chopsticks you can ask for a fork," I explain to him wiping the tears.
"But I wanted to try and be authentic," He whines and I laugh at how funny he is.
"I don't think they really care, as long as you're eating the food is all that matters," I explain to him.
"Well okay then, can you ask for a fork for me?" He asks innocently and I couldn't help but laugh at his childish antics.
"You're grown age at the ripe age of 22, and you're asking me to ask for a fork for you?" I give him a look. He nods in response to my question almost innocently. I laugh and go and ahead and ask for his fork.
We spent the rest of our time enjoying our little pho 'date' if you can call it a date, and you know when it comes to Roman and I, there's always an argument.
"Roman each human has two butt cheeks, in what world do you we have one?" I ask.
"Just think--," His statement is cutoff by a random girl walking up to him, completely dismissing me.
"Uh, hi, how can I help you?" Roman asks.
"Uh, I noticed you come in and I thought you were really cute, and I was wondering if I could have your number," She asks.
At first, I was a bit bothered. I mean I know she sees me here, and she completely dismissed me, but after a while I found it a bit comical because the look on Roman's face was sending me.
"Oh, I don't know if you can tell but I am here with someone," He says pointing at me. She turns towards me finally acknowledging my presence. I give a small smile and wave and go back to enjoying my food. I'm not going to let anyone stop me from my enjoyment.
"Are you guys like dating?" She asks in a tone almost hinting at the fact that it couldn't possibly happen.
I roll my eyes in irritation, "One even if we were dating, that's absolutely none of your business, two he's obviously not interested if he still hasn't given you his number, three you're making me lose my appetite, and I quite frankly don't like not feeling satisfied after eating something I've been craving, now leave," I say completely dismissing her.
I can hear her huffing and puffing but I quite frankly couldn't care. I finally feel her nasty presence leave and I go back to enjoying my delicious meal.
I hear a snicker and I look up to find Rom trying to hold in his laughter. I pay him no mind.
I groan in annoyance after I sneeze for the fifth time in a row. I've been stuck in bed for the last 3 days hacking and sneezing all over the place. I had locked myself in my room, making it impossible for Yon to come in and check for me. I didn't want to be the reason anyone got sick, the guilt would make me feel even more worse than I already feel.
Roman has been bugging me to hang out but I've been dodging him like the plague. I strictly forbade Yon from telling him because I know he would be here and not listen to me. I was in the middle of rewatching my comfort show when I got a FaceTime call from Roman. I freeze not knowing what to do. One if I answer the call he's definitely going to know I'm sick but if I also don't respond he could get suspicious.
Declining the call I shoot him a text saying I'm in the shower and I'll respond back to him. He replies with okay and I start to panic. I found myself in a lie and I can't seem to find my way out of it. I mean I could tell him that I'm sick but that would warrant him to come, which I don't want to happen.
15 minutes later, I get another call from Roman again during my stressful meltdown. Knowing the guilt would eat me up, I just decided to answer the call.
"Hey babe," He says as soon as he picks the phone.
"Hi Rom," I rasp into the phone.
He gives me a look, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, just feeling little stuffy," Stuffy would be an understatement of how I feel right now.
"If you're sick, why is Yon here with Jeno? " He says in a tone that I do not like. "First off, I don't appreciate your tone, second, Yon is not obligated to take care of me. She tried but I locked my room door so she wouldn't come in, I didn't want her catching whatever I have," I rebutted annoyed.
"Now I'm irritated and sick," I huff out and end the call. Calming myself down I look at the time and realize that it's only one in the afternoon. I still haven't taken my shower and I don't even want to know how my breath smells like.
Dragging myself out of my bed I make my way towards the bathroom. I spend about hour in there taking a much needed shower and even did some skincare. Looking in the mirror, I felt much better with the reflection I saw compared to what I looked like when I came in. Unlocking the door, I walk towards my phone to find dozens of missed calls and text messages from Roman. I see a couple messages from Yon which I respond to, but leave Romans unanswered.
I take a quick glance at my room and wince. I can't believe I let it get this bad. Used tissues littered the ground. Dirty laundry on the floor and my bed, and don't even get me started on my vanity. I just recently purchased it and set it up with the help of Roman, but now it looks like shit.
I know when you're sick you're advised to rest up, but being in bed makes me feel even more sick and useless, I don't like feeling like that. Before anything, I grab my speaker and put a playlist on shuffle. The soft voice of Heize flows through my room as I start picking up my laundry and throwing it into my basket. I take off my bed sheets as well and but them into the basket. I then move to my vanity and start arranging my makeup, making sure to wipe them all clean and take out my dirty brushes so I can wash them. Halfway through my cleaning session I hear the front door open. I guess Yon came back early.
"Yon," I call out but I don't hear her response, which is weird because she always responds back. Grabbing one of my perfumes I walk towards my door. I open it slowly to make sure whoever is here can't hear me.
I look around the corner and see that Yon's door is locked. Ok so Yon is definitely not home. I hear something clutter in the kitchen and I whip my head in that direction. I tiptoe quietly and make my way into the kitchen. Without thinking I ran into the kitchen screaming and spraying my perfume in the direction of the intruder.
"ιερό διάολο," The person screams out and I open my eyes to find Roman in front of me screaming in pain. (Translation: Holy f*ck)
"Rom," I gasp in shock and walk towards him frantically, dropping the perfume.
"Oh my goodness, I'm sorry, I thought you were an intruder, are you okay," I say holding his face in my hand. I pull him towards the kitchen sink and grab napkin and soak it with water and wipe his eyes.
He hisses in pain and a pit forms in my stomach, guilt. "Roman I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," I say, my voice shaking in guilt.
"It's okay, you were just protecting yourself," He rasps out.
"Why didn't you tell you were coming?" I ask him keeping his face in my hands and wiping his eyes carefully.
"I texted and call you but you didn't answer so I asked Yon for her keys so I could come over. I even brought some groceries to make soup," He says nodding towards the groceries on the kitchen counter.
My eyes soften and I feel even more guilty, "Rom, you didn't have to," I reply softly.
"I know I don't have to but I want to," He replies on the same tone looking at me. The way he looks at me sends the zoo of butterflies to flutter in my stomach. I lean forward and kiss his forehead. "Thank you," I whisper softly caressing his cheek.
After I make sure Roman is okay I make my way back into my room and finish cleaning up. I vacuum and put on a candle and open up my window a little bit to let some fresh air in. The weather has been getting quite chilly lately, which reminds me that summer is almost over.
I hear a knock on my door and I see Roman standing there. "You can come in you know, you're acting like you haven't been in here before, you practically live here," I chuckle finding his actions silly.
"Aren't you supposed to be resting if you're sick?" He questions sitting on the chair of my vanity.
"I've been resting for three days, I'm tired of it." I explain folding my clothes.
"Is that why you've been dodging me?" He questions innocently and I nod.
"I didn't want you to be around me," I say, I quickly realize what it could interpret, "I didn't mean it like that, don't look at me like that. I didn't want you to get sick, because if you were to get sick I would feel even more guilty and I don't like to feel-," I'm cut off by laughter coming from Roman.
"You know you don't have to over explain everything right," He says getting up and walking towards me. He stops right in front of me and wraps his arms around me. "I don't care if you get me sick, I only care if you're okay," He says kissing my forehead and brings my head towards his chest hugging me. I wrap my arms around his waist and just relax listening to his heartbeat. I inhale deeply and I can't help but laugh.
"What?" He asks and I feel his chest vibrate.
"You smell like me," I say into his chest. He chuckles in response and I feel his chest vibrating again.
"Good, I think you smell really good." He says and I squeeze him tighter.
"Drop your panties right now, I'm not playing." I say staring directly into his eyes before I burst out into laughter. I unravel myself from him and grab my laundry basket heading out my room, but I leave I turn around and look at him,
"I'm joking, unless." He stiffens and I walk to the laundry room laughing.
I smell something really delicious coming from the kitchen and I walk in to see Roman cooking something.
"Smells good," I say peaking over his side, "What you cooking?" I ask.
"This soup my grandma used to make me whenever I was sick," He says turning around to face me. "It's not going to taste as good as hers, but I tried my best," He explains and I try to hold back the tears that pool in my eyes.
"Roman," I pout. "I'm supposed to be a thug, why are you making me feel sappy?" I say and wrap my arms around his waist again. I'm very touchy and overly emotional when I'm sick if you couldn't tell.
"Well Ms. Thugger thug, my job is to make you soft so of course you're going to be soft around me," He says cradling my face with his hands and looking deeply in my eyes. The butterflies in my stomach ignited again. It was getting tense, the tense whenever we're just by ourselves. His face gets closer to mine and I feel myself leaning close to him. Our lips almost meet but I quickly pull away and sneeze, snot and all.
"Ugh." I groan out walking out of the bathroom and towards the bathroom.
All I hear is Roman chuckling in the background.
hi, um sorry for the late late late update. I'm school is officially over so I can fully focus on this now. I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter and please don't forget to comment and vote !! also requests on how you want Cléo and Roman to confess. I love them so bad. Should I add some drama ?? We'll find out soon.
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