The next day on a different week.

Daehyun came into my room and put a parcel on the table. By the smell, I could tell that the parcel contained food.

One o'clock was indeed resting time, but I had not used that time as some of the reports had not been finished.

Daehyun sat on the gray sofa next to my desk, without saying anything. He crossed his legs on the table and kept playing with his cell phone.

I wanted to continue my work. However, before doing so, he grabbed my hand, so that I almost fell on his chest. It embarrassed me, but I covered it up by pretending to be sullen.

In the silence, he asked, "What did the doctor say last week? I want you to explain it to me."

He asked something that I truly didn't want to be the topic of our conversation at this time. It wasn't supposed to talk about such things while at work.

If he asked about how I felt when he asked that question, I could tell that hearing it over and over sounded annoying.

"Chunghee, tell me ..."

I sighed heavily, "The doctor only suggested me to take medication regularly."

"Liar! I ain't a kid that you can fool with those words." Daehyun almost screamed.

I was startled. This was the first time I heard Daehyun with a voice of anger that was restrained. Stunning for a moment, I gazed at his face with disbelief, then asked, "Why are you angry? Why are you worrying about me?"

The words flew out by themselves, like a sudden gust of wind. Those were what I had been wanting to ask for a long time. But, now I was at my limit to refrain from asking those things to him.

As my tears rolled down slowly, there was a sudden surge of pain and fear. I didn't understand my feelings. When the question ran from my lips, a knife seemed to cut my heart.

"You're an important person to me, so I'm worried about you ..." Daehyun stood up, embraced me warmly. It was genuine warmth.

He said the same thing as that time, 'Someone important ... to me'.

I thought, no one would think of me as important anymore. It sounded boasting, same as Donghwa who always said that he loved me and until now without proofing it. But, his words were sincere and trustworthy, so they made me believe.

How manipulative he was!

Being in Daehyun's arms, I cried even stronger. There were happiness and pain that coincided.

To be honest, I wanted to cry like this in the arms of someone that I loved the most in my life.

However, I had waited for a long time, until Daehyun came as if he was "him" at the wrong time — a time when I was at my weakest point.

Suddenly, there was a feeling of anger which made my hands move, pushing Daehyun's body until he staggered back a bit. Thinking that what he did was wrong ... I felt ... No! Daehyun didn't know anything about my feelings for someone right now, So I couldn't think all kinds of things!

I stared at the two eyes that were also staring at me at the same time. From those eyes, I could see that there were many questions he was thinking about. It made me realize that there was something deeper than just worrying about me.

I looked down and spoke awkwardly, "I'm ... sorry ... I'm sorry."

Daehyun didn't respond. He was about to step out of this room, but my hands moved by themselves to hold him again. I exactly didn't want him to leave me...

Without turning back, he said dryly and without enthusiasm, "Remember that I have a meeting at two o'clock ...."

When he said the words, I could tell that he was trying to tell me to accompany him to the meeting.

I bowed my head, hiding my face. I was silenced by my feelings and regretted what had I done by holding him like that.

Yet it wasn't the same as previously. Now, Daehyun left carelessly and it feared me. I was fearful that he would end up acting the same as Donghwa.

I simply dropped onto the sofa, then looked at my watch — it was 1:20 p.m and it was almost there for the meeting. I had not had the chance to use my rest time, but time and work were like overlapping things.

Sighing, I got up weakly. I walked to my desk, then peeked at the delicious aromatic parcel. But unfortunately, I didn't have enough time to enjoy the food.

It didn't allow me to enjoy it at this time, so I grabbed the parcel and took it to the assistant manager's office on two floors below, and gave it to Miss Go.

She received it with obvious joy on her face. "Wow, Chunghee, you're so kind. Thank you."

"No problem."

Smiling, I quickly came out without stalling for time and immediately went to Daehyun's office, then we rushed to the meeting building.

During the meeting, Daehyun explained some ideas quite well as usual and was able to finish his explanations smoothly until the end of the meeting without any problems, even all the questions and objections from some people were easy for him to handle.

At 3:30 p.m., we just left the building.

In the resting room, Daehyun stood by the window with a burning cigarette between his fingers. Smoking his cigarette Occasionally, he asked, "Chunghee, what about the report?"

"Ah, it's finished. Thanks to Miss Go too."

Daehyun nodded his head. "Oh, that's great ..."

Go Hyunjae was an assistant manager in the Marketing Department. She had been with this company for nearly seven years. Now, she was thirty-five years old in early July. One year older than Daehyun who was currently thirty-four years old. Even so, Miss Go still looked younger than her actual age.

She was pretty much helped me out with my works as long as I was in the condition I was in and thanked her — because of her, my job had become easy in a while.

I never asked for it, but Daehyun did it with the lure of adding bonuses and being promoted. No one would refuse that great opportunity.

At 4.00 p.m, Daehyun was about to drive me home. After we were in front of the parking area, I suddenly stopped. "Um, I have to go get some medicine in the hospital."

"I'll accompany you."

Paused for a moment, I nodded in agreement. Refusing would only make us arguing over time.

On the way, Daehyun and I didn't talk much. I pretended to watch the street through the window, trying not to feel awkward. While Daehyun ... I was reluctant to turn to him, so I didn't know how he was now.

However, something familiar jolted me. Without blinking with wide eyes, I fell into the disbelief that I was trying to suppress.

'Isn't that Donghwa's car?! Has he come back?'

In this shock, the corners of my lips lifted, carving an upward strip. There was a happiness that slowly rosed in my heart, and it lasted until we arrived at Du-Ho Hospital.

However, being with someone else right now, I was trying to hold back the excitement I was feeling.

When I was in Doctor Jeong's room, he greeted me cheerfully, "Ah, Mr. Park, good afternoon, please have a seat."

I walked in with Daehyun coming with me, sitting opposite the doctor who was still showing us a friendly smile.