Chapter 5: Wake Up
I carried Jakyung over to the couch and laid her down gently on her back. She looked so peaceful. Her breathing was labored. Sweat ran down her forehead as she laid there unconcious. I retrieved a towel and a bowl of cool water. I sat down on the coffee table opposite her and dipped the towel in the bowl; dabbing her forehead lightly. I can't believe this happened to her. Her mom was like a second mother to me. She always welcomed me in her home and she took care of me just like my mother did. --FLASHBACK, 12 YEARS OLD-- "What happened, honey?" Ms. Patricia asked as I walked in her house, my lip busted and eyebrow cut. "I fell off my bike..." I lied. "Honey~ You obviously didn't fall off your bike. You don't have a bike... now, tell me what happened." She lead me over to the couch and brought out a first-aid kit. "Well....ow!" I winced as she dabbed my eyebrow with cool Neosporin. "Sorry, Taehyung....but sweetie, tell me what happened." She asked, still dabbing my brow. Worry lined her face. I felt bad for holding it from her. So I gave in.... "I got into a fight....these guys jumped me as I walked home from practice." I told her, looking down embarrassed. I have always been a weak kid. Since Jakyung was away with her father in America, I have been left alone to fend for myself. "What?!? Why didn't you tell me sooner?" She asked, tilting my head up so I could look at her. I looked into her large hazel eyes. Tears started to well in my eyes. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to worry you.." I mumbled, tears slipping down my cheeks. "Oh, honey.~ Don't apoligize. I'm so sorry. I didnt mean to shout....I just hate seeing you hurt, sweetie." She hugs me. I hug her back, crying into her shoulder. She smelled of cinnamon apples. "We will deal with this, okay?" She looked at me. I nodded. "Thank you, Ms. Patricia." I sniffle. "Don't worry about it, honey." She smiled warmly, I couldn't help but smile too. She wiped my tears away with her thumb. "Now..I have some chocolate chip cookies in the kitchen that need to be eaten. Would you like some?" She asked, smiling. I nodded as she led me into the kitchen. --PRESENT DAY-- I chuckled to myself as I remembered back then. I continued dabbing her face clean. I marveled at her impeccable features. She was so beautiful. It shocked me sometimes....all the time, actually. "Mom~~" Jakyung muttered in English. I frowned. She stirred slightly. I don't know what I'm going to do. "Jakyung-ah?" I muttered, softly; not sure about waking her. She started to open her eyes. "Taehyungie?" She mumbled, still tired. "Y-yeah....it's me." I smiled, unsure. "What happened?" She asked, sitting up. She looked around and saw she was in my house. "So....that wasn't a dream? I'm really here.....so that means...it's actually happened, huh?" She asked, biting her lip. I nodded, clearing my throat. "Yeah. It did." I prepared for the worst. She just sighed and looked at me. "Oh...okay." She turned and placed her feet on the floor. "You're okay?" I asked, actually quite shocked by how calm and collected she sounded. "Yeah. I'm fine. I'm just really tired. C-can I go to sleep?" She asked. I nodded and led her to the spare room. I helped her with the duffel bag she brought. She got situated in the room, her face quite blank. She showed no emotion. I was getting more worried by the minute. I watched her warily; looking for any signs of sadness. She showed nothing. She got ready for bed and I decided to do the same. I got dressed in sweatpants and a grey t-shirt. After getting dressed, I walked out to see Jakyung walking into the spare bedroom, or as it is now, her bedroom. "Jakyung?" I called out to her. She looked up and ran a hand through her hair. "Yes?" "You can stay here as long as you would like." I told her. "Oh. I couldn't intrude like that, Taehyung. That wouldn't be right. I'll just need to stay here for the night." She shook her head, looking guilty and somewhat..... afraid? "No. Don't worry about it. If you want, you can stay here." I tell her, walking over. Jakyung swallowed slowly. "No really! I cant." "Jakyung. You can stay. Okay?" I look at her. "O-okay... If you say so." She smiles, sadly. I smile back, confused. She hugged me and I reeled back slightly before wrapping my arms around her small frame. She looked up and pulled back, quickly. I frowned slightly at the loss of contact. "Thank you, Taehyung. This means alot to me." She smiles, looking fidgety. "Well...I'm gonna go to bed now." She points to the open bedroom door. "Oh okay. Good night " I nod. "Night." She smiled, walking into the room. She closed the door softly. I walk back to my room and closed my door. I sunk into my bed and sighed, running my hand through my hair. Something was wrong with Jakyung....but, she wouldn't tell me. Why? What was so bad that she had to keep it from me?