Hate

"Nana knocked, but there was no answer. So, Na...."

"So you just walked in! You thought this was your house, huh?!" cut Jia, hurry.

"My daughter ... you can't be like that with guests," Kim Jae rebuked, gently.

"Sensi is really... 'monthly cycle' huh?" replied Nana.

Then she walked over to the nightstand beside Jeje's bed. She put herbs there.

"Nana listen, Jeje is sick huh?"

Nana sat on Jeje's bed. His violin was still in his arms while the shapeless bow was strewn across the marble floor.

"Sakau!" Jeje answered in a whisper.

'It hurts because of you', he continued to himself.

"Jeje addict?" Nana also whispered.

Babe Jae and Jia look at each other, for a moment trying to overhear the 15 year old teenager's conversation.

"Yes," Jeje nodded.

'Opium for you', his mind continued.

Nana looked concerned.

"Nana promises, until Jeje recovers, Nana will continue to visit Jeje!"

"Lie ...."

"No. As papa said, every promise has honor no matter how simple it is."

Jeje is touched. Come on, what teenager doesn't blush when the person he likes says that?

Moreover, they are teenagers whose hormones are booming.

"Kheh! Drama!" this time it was Jia who said.

Babe Jae just watches them.