I took him upstairs to my bedroom, he was all soaked and this would land him in a cold and I don't want that for him. It's already difficult seeing him in this condition and I can't imagine him being sick. I made the jacuzzi and handed him the towel then showed him to the bathroom. After he got inside I immediately changed my clothes too cause they were all wet and then dried my hair. I hope this doesn't affect me. While taking them off, I found the steak hammer which I had taken from the kitchen earlier as my weapon. I smiled at my foolishness then took it to the kitchen and made coffee for two. I then ensured that all doors were locked and that everything was fine before taking the coffee upstairs. I didn't want to get inside the room abruptly and make him uncomfortable or maybe find him dressing. He opened the door slowly and I got in. I noticed that he was already dressed in the short and buggy tee I had left for him on the bed. One thing though was that water was dripping from his wet hair, maybe he washed it and didn't dry it that well. I placed the two cups on a bedside table and took a towel. He sat on the bed and I sat next to him, drying his hair slowly with no rush so that there was no water left. I could feel that all this time his gaze was fixed on me. I didn't want to risk looking back at him because that would be the death of me. I stood up and got a drier then dried it up. I have never done this for anyone not even myself, I never dry my own hair this well.
"You should have some hot coffee..." I said handing the coffee to him. This was after I was done drying his hair and returning the drier to the drawer. He looked at the coffee weirdly that I was even confused. Maybe he thinks it's bitter. It can't be because I just followed the youtube procedure very well. A little assurance would do, right?
" It's not bitter... I promise... I can't drink bitter so it can't be bitter" I said with an assuring voice. Maybe he also doesn't like bitter things just like me.
"I have never had coffee..." He said in his usual low beautiful voice.
"Ummm... Is that so? Should I warm milk for you?" I asked in embarrassment. He had not taken it because he has never had coffee and the stupid me was here thinking that it was because he thought it was bitter.
"No... let me just have this..." He said and immediately took it off my hands then moved it to his mouth but I held his hand before he could sip.
"If you are allergic to coffee let me just warm milk for you... I mean I can make anything else that you want, you don't have to drink that if you have never done it before" He looked at me with curious eyes.
" Do you even know how to cook? " Well, this question caught me off-guard.
"I can always get some help via google or watch a tutorial on youtube... so if you wanna eat something just say it and I'll cook for you... Or maybe we can just order some deliveries." Why did he even ask me that question? That's the most embarrassing question so far. Heme let go of the coffee in my hands then stood up and took the one on the table.
"Are you sure you want this?" He sipped it without answering and I looked at him waiting for the review. He looked at me and smiled. I couldn't congratulate myself any further for making the coffee, glad that he liked it already.
"So sweet.... I'll be fine... Doesn't affect me" He said and continued drinking. I looked at him and smiled. Why is he so cute? The world just named me the most handsome and sexiest man alive but damn have they met the person standing in front of me? Have they seen his face? Have they heard him talk? Have they seen his beautiful eyes? I didn't want him to notice that I had been staring at him. I had even forgotten about the coffee in my hands and due to confusion, I placed it back on the table. There are a lot of questions I want to ask him but I just can't
find the right way to ask him, can't blame me because I'm a singer, not an interrogator or detective anyway.
I don't know what got into me and I decided to open the drawers on that small bedside table. Full of medical drugs. Wait, why are they all here? The pain relievers, antihistamines, and many others. All were labeled like 'in case you have a stomachache use this one, in case you have an allergic reaction use these, for headache, for treating wounds, and some others. All types of first-aid medicines were there. It is good to always be prepared so I saw no problem with that. I opened the next drawer and that's what can't me off-guard. There was a sticker with the words ' Just in case' and then below it was condoms. A lot of them that they got me thinking that maybe Mr. Chin thought that I was that kind of a person. What was he thinking? Even if it was for my own safety but those were so many. I locked the drawer immediately and turned my head just to find him standing there peeping. Wait, did he just see those?
" I'm sorry... those are definitely not mine.... mistakenly kept there or maybe they misplaced them..." This was more than embarrassing.
"I didn't see anything," He said raising both his hands up with the cup of coffee still in his hand. I looked at him and he for sure looked like someone who hadn't seen anything. I took my coffee from the table out of embarrassment and sipped a huge gup. The minute it touched my tongue was the minute it got back to the cup. This thing was the most bitter thing I've ever tasted. How did I even make something so bitter?
It then hit me that he had been drinking it. I looked at him and he was laughing but not loud. I got up immediately and got the cup from his hands only to end out that he was already done drinking.
"How could you drink that?" I asked looking at him but he didn't say anything. I placed the cup on the table and sat on the bed thinking of what I had done wrong. He then sat next to me. Wait a minute, why are his hands so red? They weren't like this before. He might have noticed that I was looking at them that he hid them quickly on his back. No, I had to check them. I took them immediately and he did not even struggle. These were blotches of red skin, did he just lie to me?
"You are allergic to coffee," I said in a way that it wasn't a question anymore but a confirmation.
"Why? Tell me why? Say something! Why did you lie to me huh? Why huh? Is this a joke to you?" I was furious. So furious than I have ever been in my entire life. How could he do that? Didn't he realize that he was hurting himself? I rushed down to the kitchen and came with a glass of water, took antihistamines from the drawer, and gave them to him. I ensured that he had drunk the medicine because I'm not sure I can trust him about his health anymore.
"Get up... I'll take you to the hospital..." I told him once he was done taking the medicine.
"No need... I will be fine" He can't be serious right now is he? I know it's itchy cause he is already red all over now, especially his hands. But why can't I see any signs of pain from him? He just looks as if nothing has happened and he is not even rubbing himself.
"Wake me up after one hour," He said that and climbed onto the bed and closed his eyes. Well, this was inevitable. I can't drag him to the hospital, right? I was really worried so I took my phone and googled then checked the drugs I had given to him, they would be of help. I climbed onto the bed behind him and pulled close to him.
"Does it hurt a lot?" He turned around and faced me. This was so close but I preferred it that way because of how worried I was. His eyes looked so teary and he nodded. I opened my arms and he moved into them. I hugged him, rubbing him slowly until he slept.