I watched as the door closed behind him, and that's when I turned to Soheon, lying on the bed, drenched. I walked over and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Soheon, you need to change, or you'll catch a cold."
No response.
I sighed. "You're not the only one who's been through heartbreak. I've been through a lot too. Remember when Minho broke my heart? And I told you to ditch that guy, but you said you loved him... see where love led you."
I waited for her to snap back at me, the way she always did, but instead, she turned to me with pained eyes and whispered, "It hurts."
My heart tightened. "I know it hurts," I said softly. "But it'll hurt more if you catch a cold."
With that, she finally got up. I walked over to her wardrobe, pulled out some clothes, and handed them to her. She changed in silence, and I missed the old Soheon—the feisty one. Not this broken version.
As I changed her bedsheets, I silently cursed Siwoo for doing this to her.
Once she lay back down, I sighed. "Are you hungry?"
No response.
"Soheon, this isn't the end of the world. There are plenty of fish in the sea. And you're practically hiding a big fish right here in this house," I thought to myself.
Yuna, I just want to be alone right now," she said, her voice barely a whisper.
"Well, I'm not giving you that," I replied firmly. "I won't let you wallow alone. Let's wallow together. I'll go make your favorite dish."
I stood up to leave, but Soheon's voice stopped me.
"Yuna," she called softly.
I turned around. "Yeah? What is it?"
"There are some meds I got for Minho," she said. "They'll help with his headache. Can you give them to him? Call his people to come pick him up. I can't anymore."
As I left her room, I could still hear faint sobbing from Soheon. I knew she was really hurting. "Oh, Soheon…" I thought to myself. I grabbed the medication and walked out, carrying it with me.
Lost in thought, I accidentally bumped into Minho, who was standing in front of the door.
"How is she?" he asked, his voice low.
"Uh... she's fine. I mean, not fine, she's really hurt," I said, my voice heavy with concern.
He sighed and went back to the couch, sitting down, looking deep in thought. I approached him slowly.
"She'll be fine," I said softly.
He looked at me and nodded, but his eyes were distant, as if lost in his own world.
"Wow, those eyes," I thought. "Yuna, focus."
I handed him the medication. "She asked me to give this to you. She said it'll help with your headache."
Minho looked at me, confused. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"I just told her I had a headache today. So, what magic did she perform to get this medicine?"
I smiled. "Oh, that's Soheon for you. She's always prepared. Plus, she's a nurse, so she probably predicted you'd get a headache and prepared ahead. Just waiting for you to ask."
Minho raised an eyebrow. "Oh, yeah?"
"Yep," I nodded. "I'll go make Soheon's favorite food now."
I turned to leave, but Minho was still deep in thought, his eyes lost in something beyond the room. I, too, found myself just staring at him for a moment.
That's when he looked up and asked, "Can you cook?"
I blinked, a bit surprised by the question. "Yes, I can i think. Because that's the only dish soheon taught me how to cook"
He seemed to think for a moment before a small smile appeared on his lips. He stood up and walked toward me.
"Teach me how to cook her favorite food," he said, his tone serious.
"Me? Teach you?" I stammered, taken aback.
"Yes," he replied, his voice steady. "You won't always be around. I have to learn how to take care of her when you're not here."
He started heading toward the kitchen, leaving me standing there, frozen for a moment.
Why does it feel like my husband is being taken here.