Holiday special, part 16a. See part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11 , part 12, part 13 , part 14 and part 15.
In answer to the request “when he finds you purging”
You were half asleep when you heard knocking at your door. The sunlight from the windows shined on your face and you looked to your side to find your boyfriend fast asleep with his arm still under your head.
“_____, is he in there?! His bed is empty!”
“Open the door, now!”
You dragged yourself out of bed and walked to the door, mustering as much strength as you could early in the morning. You opened the door only enough for your father to see you and nothing else inside the room.
At least, that was your plan anyway. As soon as you opened the door, your father burst inside wagging a newspaper in hand, zooming in straight to your boyfriend. He pulled the covers off of your boyfriend, causing him to jolt away with sleep-filled eyes with a very confused expression. When he saw your father’s face so close to him, he popped off the bed as your father tried to whack him with the newspaper.
“What did I say about sleeping in different rooms?!”
“Sorry!” He backed into the corner of your room with his arms out, his back hunched forward in defense. “It was my fault.”
“Damn straight, it’s your fault! You think it’s my daughter’s?! Don’t move!” Your dad tried walking over to him with the newspaper raised in his hand, as if ready to smack a fly, but your boyfriend dodged it and hopped to the other side of the room.
“Ah! Very sorry!”
“Dad! It wasn’t his fault -”
“Don’t try to defend him now, he had this coming,” your dad said as he eyed his target. Your father didn’t even look angry. He looked really amused; you might even say he looked like he was having fun as he mimicked your boyfriend’s stance. He really wanted this moment to come, to give that boy a piece of his mind for being so bold.
“Dad, I had a bad dream! He came to check on me, because… because he heard me screaming.”
Your father dropped the newspaper in his hand and rushed over to you. “The dreams are back?!” Concern swept across his face as he squeezed your arm in fear. “I thought they were gone! You hadn’t had dreams like that in years! They should’ve stopped.”
“What happened?” your mom said as she came rushing in.
“She’s having those dreams again.”
“Oh no!” She hugged you close. “They should’ve stopped. Do you need to sleep in our room again?”
“Sleeping with people in the room might help you.”
“THAT wasn’t a problem last night,” your father grumbled.
“Dad, it did help, okay? I was able to sleep after he helped me.” You looked affectionately at your boyfriend. This eased your boyfriend a little bit; he was completely lost at a what was happening.
“What a good son you’ll make,” your mom praised as she patted his cheek. “Look how he takes care of her.” She gave a look to her husband. “Come on, let’s just leave them alone. Help me with the food.” Your mom pulled your father out, grabbing the newspaper out of his hand to hit him on the butt on their way out for being so unreasonable.
As soon as the door shut, your boyfriend pulled you into an embrace. “What just happened?”
“That was obviously not nothing.”
“I used to have bad dreams, that’s all.” You tried to brush his concern aside.
He cupped your cheeks and forced you to look at him. “You’re telling me you’ve had dreams like last night before? Where you’ll wake up and start crying like that? And not recognize people when you wake up?”
You weren’t sure what to say. It was true, but you didn’t want to worry him.
“You scared me half to death you know that? The way you looked at me… You’ve never looked at me that way before.”
“I wasn’t looking at YOU like that…”
“Who then? Who did you dream of?”
He held you in his arms tightly. “I guess you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but I worry about you, you know.”
“You don’t have to worry about me. It’s okay.”
He kissed your lips gently to assure you that he cared.
“Come eat breakfast!” your mom called from the kitchen.
“Eat well, okay?” Your mom said as she placed food in your bowl.
You took it out and gave it to her. “No, Mom, you have to eat more. It’s okay. I can get my own food.” You placed food into your mother’s, your father’s, and your boyfriend’s bowl to be courteous, also so they wouldn’t try and give you more food.
You played around with the food more than you ate, and when your mother was about to comment, your boyfriend beat her to it.
“Jagi-yah, why aren’t you eating?”
“What did you say?” your father asked, for he does not understand Korean.
“She is not eating again,” your boyfriend replied. They both eyed each other carefully, your father beating your boyfriend to putting food into your bowl.
“What do you mean ‘again?’ Eat,” you dad commanded.
“I’m not hungry…”
“Do I need to feed you?”
But your boyfriend lifted a spoonful of food to your mouth. You rolled your eyes, but took his offer. Him feeding you wasn’t anything new. Your boyfriend smiled at your father smugly. Your father stared at him dumbfoundedly; somehow, he felt like he had just been beaten.
As breakfast progressed, you took maybe a couple of more bites from yourself and from your boyfriend (your father glaring at your boyfriend whenever he offered, but choosing to remain quiet since the young boy got you to eat). After breakfast, you and your boyfriend hung out in your room. Your parents went out to run some quick errands (your father emphasizing the “quick” as he left).
Your boyfriend had fallen asleep on your bed. At the sight of his deep, calm breathing, you left the room and shut the door to your bathroom.
The retching noises that followed startled your boyfriend awake. He fumbled out of your room and ran to the bathroom door, knocking like a madman.
“______-ah! What are you doing inside?!” You didn’t answer. More sickly noises, the sound of running water. “_______-AH! OPEN THIS DOOR!”
After a couple of agonizing seconds, he became desperate enough to try and run the door down, but you opened it before he could and walked out and into your room without even looking at him. He could only watch you, stunned in his place as you continued on.
When he regained himself, he ran in front of you, grabbing your shoulders and shook you. “______-ah! What is going on with you?”
“Why are you being like this?! Tell me!”
“I’m not ‘being’ anything.”
“Would you please look at me?!” He turned your face towards him that had been avoiding him. Your eyes seemed empty. “Please tell me what is happening to you… I want to help you. Don’t keep things from me.” His worried eyes searched the depths of your empty orbs, looking for any hint of an answer. He found nothing. “Talk to me, please. I’m begging you.”
“There’s nothing to say…”
He pulled you tightly into his chest as if he were afraid you would disappear. His eyes started to water. He had never seen you look at him like you did today and last night, and it was driving him mad that he didn’t know why you had become so different, so apathetic, so cold. “Don’t look at me like I’m nothing to you,” he whispered into your hair. “Saranghae, ______-ah…. Saranghae…” he sang the lyrics to his band’s slow love song in quiet wisps next to your ear as he rocked you back and forth in his arms.
“Come back to me.”
His eyes widened and his head snapped back to look at you, his hands holding your face. “_____-ah!” You recognized him again, as you were staring back at him with wide eyes. He kissed your cheek in relief, over and over again. “What is going on? Will you please tell me what you’re thinking?”
“No, don’t be sorry, just tell me so I can help you.”
“It’s not a big deal. I can handle this myself, don’t worry.” You smiled an unconvincing smile before giving him a kiss on the cheek.
“I don’t believe you.”
But before he could say more, your parents returned. And they had an invitation for you.