Chapter 49: Shortie

Fahami's POV:

Since that day, things started getting normal. Taesung was communicating with me, but something was off. We weren't communicating like before. I told myself, "It's happening because he had a severe accident a few days ago."

That could be the reason, but I wanted to talk to him more. He wasn't actually keeping me at arm's length. Maybe he was feeling awkward.

' God, help me! How can I get out of this situation?'

Today was the last day of us in the hospital. The doctor examined him and said he was pretty much alright now. We had to stay ten days in here. The doctor told us to remain careful even when we return home. Taesung needed time to heal. Doctor also suggested him to take physiotherapy and I promised the doctor that I will ensure it.

I had thousands of questions in my mind. Where was he? Why were people spreading rumors about them? Where was his sister? Did he really kill his father? And most importantly, how did his mother die? I needed to know all of this, but I kept telling myself that now wasn't the right time. He just had an accident.

Before we left the town, we had to talk to the police. Taesung and I, both decided to withdraw the case. We didn't want any trouble. I didn't know about Taesung's reasons, but if he really killed his father and was involved in any case, I wouldn't want him to be involved in more.

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"Let's go inside." I urged Taesung to walk ahead. After we came back to our city and the taxi driver dropped us in front of our building, Taesung wasn't moving forward. He just stared at the building, and I wished I could get into his head to know what he was thinking!

Was he regretting coming back with me?

"Taesung?" I carefully called his name.

He sighed and said, "Nothing, it's just, this building brought back lots of memories."

I held his hand and laced our fingers together. "Shall we?"

He took a deep breath and looked at me, giving his sweet little smile, "Yes, let's go."

"Are you sure you can climb all the way to the fourth floor? You are supposed to be, exhausted, right?" I was worried.

He looked at the stairs and held my hand tightly, "Just stay by my side."

I wrapped my arm around his waist and slowly started climbing up the stairs. He was wincing in pain, but he was trying hard not to show it.

"Is it hurting too much? I can carry you." I wanted to carry him, he did the same for me every time.

Taesung barked a laugh and said, "Noona, have you seen your height in the mirror? How are you gonna carry me, my shortie?"

' No. He. Did. Not. Did he just call me a shortie? No one had the right to call me that.'

I narrowed my eyes, "Wanna die? I can drop you now, we are in second floor."

He laughed but also yelped in pain, "Oh Noona, I have missed your anger."

God was helping, indeed. Taesung looked less awkward.

I looked up at him, "I missed your teasing."

The way he was looking at me now, made me want to do something I never did before. ' I want to kiss him.'

"Let's take rest for a few minutes, okay? Take deep breaths."

He nodded, and we stopped in the middle of the third floor. Although I wasn't carrying him, I carried half of his body weight since he was leaning on me. So I was taking deep breaths too.

"Alright, let's go now."

Finally, we climbed up all the brutal, ugly stairs that threatened to make us fall. We finally stepped inside our home. Taesung looked at the whole house and sighed loudly.

Cooking wasn't in the top of my talents list. I was not a good cook, not even bad, at least manageable for both of us. After we came back and freshened up and managed to survive until evening, I went to the kitchen to cook up something for both us.

"Ding dong." I disliked our boring buzzer tone. Someone came here, but who would visit me now? Or probably someone came for Taesung.

I yelled from the kitchen, "I am checking."

I came out and noticed Taesung a little unorganized. I bet, he was trying to get up and see who it was.

I opened the door and found the restaurant owner. That made sense, since I called him and told him about the whole situation. He had something packed in his hand.

"Please come in." I politely bowed and welcomed him inside.

He smiled and said, "Brought some food for you two. I thought, it will be helpful."

Oh, it was more than helpful. I took the bags from him and guided him to Taesung who was sitting in my room.

The owner saw him and asked, "Taesung, how are you feeling, my boy?"

I gave some privacy to them and heated our foods, organized them on the table. I didn't know what they were saying in hush-hash tone. Probably discussing some secrets, although I was going to find out soon. Taesung owed me lots of answers.

Few minutes later both of them came out. The owner looked at me, flashing a smile, "Take care of both of yourselves. "

I smiled back. After he left, Taesung and I ate in silence. I didn't know, but it felt Taesung wanted to ask something.

"You want to ask something." I asked him carefully.

He looked down at his plate and said, "That Teddy in your room, how did you find it?"

I sighed and said, "Oh Taesung, I have lots of things to say."

Then I told him everything about what Hyunsu did. Taesung was getting angry as I was explaining. His ears turned red, his fists seemed ready to punch Hyunsu.

"Now you know, I don't love him. Never loved anyone." I looked down to avoid eye contact.

"I am sorry for doubting you." Taesung was ashamed of his behavior.

I smile at him and said, "It's okay."

Finally, after eating, cleaning and taking medicines, we were debating where to sleep.

"Umm, did you have any nightmares in the last few days?" I asked him.

Taesung looked tired. It was normal though, he had an accident, and we had gone through lots of things today.

"I am going to my bed." Taesung stood up, intending to walk out of my room.

I quickly held his hand and said, "We can sleep with each other." I was biting my lips because of nervousness.

Taesung came closer and tucked my hairs behind my right ear. "So you really want to work on this relationship?"

I looked up and nodded. He simply smiled and planted a sweet kiss on my forehead.

' I have missed this.'