The house was filled with silence.
Two hours after Sohee ran out, Jimin sat in the living room without saying a word.
The tea in the mug had cooled, and darkness had descended through the gaps in the curtains.
It was much later that it started to rain outside.
'rain...?'
Jimin searched the house like crazy.
Terrace, garden, hallway, study, guest room....
For the first time, the huge mansion felt like a prison.
As he was walking outside in the garden, he found a person collapsed on a garden bench.
“…Han So-hee”
When I ran to her and shook her, her whole body was soaking wet.
My forehead was hot, my breathing was rapid, and my body was weak.
Jimin hugged her without a moment's hesitation.
I've never been held that close before — and now I couldn't help it.
'Probably... if you knew I did this, you'd hate me so much.'
I laid her down in the room, dried her with a towel, and changed her clothes.
Jimin stayed up all night taking care of Sohee.
The next day, at dawn
Jimin's phone rang.
“Boss, please check the warehouse urgently..
“There are rumors going around that a few people from Hwayang have appeared nearby.”
Jimin placed his hand on Sohee's forehead. It was still hot.
".... Wait"
"Yes! Thank you, boss."
He eventually took the gun out of the drawer and quietly left the room.
A few hours later
When Jimin returned, there was blood spread across the left side of his forehead.
It was a piece of broken glass that someone had thrown into the bottle.
I just washed it with water and put a bandage on it—
He returned to Sohee's side again.
And as if nothing had happened, he changed the wet towel that had been cooling her fever.
I sat down next to her while she was sleeping, leaning forward as if I was lying face down.
"When... will I wake up?"
Before he could finish his words, he fell asleep as if he had fainted.
Sohee slowly opened her eyes.
The ceiling was dizzy, my throat was burning, and my body was heavy.
'My body... why is it so heavy?'
A person barely able to lean on the bed next to him.
It was Jimin.
There was a bandage on his forehead, and blood was flowing out from underneath it.
“…Wh...What, why are you hurt..?”
She was embarrassed and unconsciously stroked Jimin's forehead.
The temperature at my fingertips was clear.
Jimin opened his eyes at the sound and looked at her with a bewildered face.
“Are you awake? Are you okay?”
“I think it’s me who should be asking if you’re okay… What’s that on your forehead?”
"...."
"Follow me."
"I'm okay"
"Wow-"
Jimin, who was helplessly dragged by Sohee's hand, was made to sit on the sofa.
She found the medicine bottle, wiped the blood away, and changed the bandage again.
And the minor wounds on his hands were wrapped with a bandage.
“…Who did that?”
“I fell over while doing some work. Don’t worry.”
“Don’t lie.”
Sohee tightly wrapped the bandage and kept her mouth shut.
And after looking at him silently for a while—
He spoke softly, very softly.
“…I’m sorry. For yelling at you.”
Jimin's eyes stared intently at Sohee.
“It was bound to happen.”
"still...
I will never forget the day you hid me from me.
I held on to that one memory,
“That was you….”
Jimin just looked at her hand without saying anything.
“…I’m more sorry. I should have told you sooner...”
Sohee shook her head.
“Thank you for telling me now.
.
.
.
By the way... who changed your clothes?"
"Ah. That's. Hmm."
"D..... You... dressed her up? Are you crazy?????????"
"Ugh...I was wrong. If I hadn't done that, you'd catch a cold..."
"Whoa!!!!! This is crazy! This is crazy, this is crazy!"
As if asking when she had been sick, Sohee continued to smash Jimin's back.
The night was drawing to a close.