Dong-Han opened the front seat door for Sun-Hwa while Dae-Hyeon ran out of the company.
She laid back, swithering, looking up at his agonist melded mad expression before saying, "I took-"
He pressed his hand against her back waist and shoved in without her permission. He leaned in. "Look your face in the mirror!" he declared emphatically as he shut the door, shuddered, and muted Sun-Hwa in no time.
He crossed the front side of the car while Dae-Hyeon almost approached the driver's seat door to get in.
He casually pushed him away again, got in, and shut the door loudly as Dae-Hyeon strumbled to bring back his feet from running backwards.
When Dae-Hyeon lifted his face to look at the place where the car was, he was stunned to speak. The car was already leaving the company entrance at high speed, exhausting up the dust smoke behind it blurred the view of the car turning to the road.
"Why are you speeding up?" Sun-Hwa yelled even though she tried hard to breathe.
"Are you stupid? Why did you eat that?" He infuriated back at her, a vastly swirling tyre approaching the highway. His paw clustered on the brake pedal, and the car sped up further.
Whirled out a dispirited sigh, she groused, "It was his first time taking a risk for me. He said he went early this morning for this. Since I have no courage to drag out and throw my love away, how can I avoid his caring?"
It caused wrinkle lines on his forehead. "You should explain this instead of hurting yourself," he advised, pulling the car over to the hospital.
Another car entered the hospital entrance, following them.
They headed inside together, with no clue who was coming running behind them.
"Sun-Hwa!" he shouted, coming running behind them a little far.
Just when their feet were about to step in, Dong-Han stretched his hands in front of her stomach and stopped her. His other hand took an unused light blue kerchief from his pant pocket, folded it crossing with one twirl flip, and shrouded her lower face until her nose's nasion was tied behind her back head, not so gently, not so tightly, but focused on making sure his finger didn't colloid her unbraided hair during the process.
"Let's go now!" He stepped foot in first, and Sun-Hwa followed. Dae-Hyeon also approached them, gasping close to Sun-Hwa's head as she followed back Dong-Han, like she caught no sight of Dae-Hyeon behind her.
A few minutes later...
Three of them came out of the doctor's room.
"I'll go and buy ointment; stay here! Don't leave with him!" Dae-Hyeon said with a tinge of enjoin, heading towards the medicine selling area, leaving Sun-Hwa and Dong-Han to stand together in the deserted corridor.
"How do you feel about breathing now?" Asked Dong-Han, who grasped her attention, which was fixed on Dae-Hyeon's walk that divulged privation.
"Ah... much better," she said, gasping faintly before shooting a firm nod.
"Good then," he sent a confirmation nod after assessing her gasps density leaden gingerly. He sat on the seat with his left leg crossed, which was placed near the wall. "Take a seat!"
She rested her butt next to his chair, leaned against the backrest of the chair, and a relaxed sigh whirled out of her lips.
She raised her hands to her back head and tried to untie the kerchief.
Dong-Han's palm approached hers before it untied the first tie, causing her to meet his genuine gaze. "Keep it! Red spots aren't fading away yet," he declared, clutching her fingers dragged down on her lab and then tightening the tie, which had gotten loose.
Meanwhile...
Seeing Dae-Hyeon coming into the distance corridor, they stood up at the same time, facing Dae-Hyeon.
"Let's go!" gasping slightly, Dae-Hyeon said, clasping Sun-Hwa's wrist and pulling her with him. Dong-Han followed behind their steps.
Outside of the hospital, in a parking lot
Dae-Hyeon opened the passenger front seat door wide for Sun-Hwa when Sun-Hwa turned to look at Dong-Hon getting in his car.
"Get in," Dae-Hyeon commented. It appeared to be a gentle one.
She got in, and Dae-Hyeon shut the door. When he moved for the driver's seat, Dong-Han's car went outside of the gate before them.
Within five minutes, Dong-Han's car arrived in front of the company. He unlocked the door, hurried inside the company, and his pupils flickered here and there, only to find a deserted, white floor with nothing on it. Quickly, he switched his stare to the receptionist, who waved her hands above her head to grab his attention.
"Here is your bag, sir," she calmly said, placing his bag on the table surface.
A sigh of relaxation escaped his lips before he walked fast to the bag.
"Thank you," he offered with a polite smile. Soon he opened the zipper, peeked inside, dragged the piece of folded paper out, and zipped to close again.
He turned and looked at Sun-Hwa, who was following behind Dae-Hyeon, getting inside. He took a step towards them and clenched his bag.
"Then I do excuse myself," he said, bowed, minding that receptionists were watching him. Like him, Dae-Hyeon offered a nod like a busy person, heading towards the elevator.
He then looked at Sun-Hwa, who was about to pass him. Immediately, his right palm hugged her palm, which was hanging, waving along with her walking motion, causing her to stop for a moment.
As she felt a piece of paper tumble into her palm, her fist folded over his, she embraced him tightly. She then straightened up, and turned her face, meeting his face.
His face leaned in, and she looked at Dae-Hyeon, who had almost reached the elevator. Her heartbeat throbbed. The more his breath was felt on her shoulder surface, the worse her heartbeat became. Even Dong-Han could hear it out loud.
He tilted her face closer to her ear, with her mouth facing it. His lips moved. "This has a secret about your husband. Take care of yourself. Don't be a fool like today. If you missed learning this, I will show up in no time. No!" He paused and moved his lips further, an inch closer to her. Only an inch left to contact her ear crashed her heartbeat to become a straight line. "It's possible for you to see me at your house tomorrow because you failed to take care of yourself!"
Dae-Hyeon looked behind him before stepping inside the elevator, realising Sun-Hwa didn't follow him.
Dong-Han unfolded his fist, freeing her palm. "Let go of my hand before he looks," he said, lifting his feet to step towards the exit as Sun-Hwa unlocked his hand, but her fingers were quick enough to clench the paper he placed on her palm.
"Sun-Hwa!!" Dae-Hyeon whispered loudly. She looked at him, hiding behind the wall, to prevent him from exposing himself to the receptionist.
The receptionist, who had been watching the show all the while, switched her gaze down instantly when she acknowledged Sun-Hwa's rolling pupils were about to meet her.
She stayed there for a moment until her drumming heartbeat eased by glazing Dae-Hyeon's rushingly waved hands. Only after that did she force her body to move further.
They entered the elevator at the same time. Sun-Hwa put the paper inside her bag when Dae-Hyeon was slightly unfocused on her and pressed the floor button.
*DING*
The elevator door drifted partially.
Hyein, who was staring at the elevator fixedly in the distance all the while now, hurried inside the office, whispering loudly, "They are coming! They are coming!" and, seated, began to act like they were working.
The rest of the two members also faced their computers and brought the working sheet to the computer display.
"Sorry guys! I'm a bit late," Sun-Hwa announced once they bowed to the boss, who was walking past them like they were invisible.
"leader! What happened to your face? Why is this covered?" Hyein and everyone swirled out their perfect act, expressing anxiety at her.
She cracked into a nervous smile and said, "Nothing just got allergic to claws."
"Ohh..." they trailed off at the same time, sowing wrinkle lines over Sun-Hwa's forehead; she even dragged her pupils to the corner. "What? Why are they giving the same expression?"
"Take rest, leader!" Hyein suggested, bowed, and made way for her until Sun-Hwa was seated.
With dubious rested eyes, Sun-Hwa said, "Thank you."
Hyein splashed a bright, polite smile before heading back to her seat while others were getting seated too.
Once eyed everyone doing their work, Sun-Hwa took out a folded piece of paper from her bag and began unfolding it.
Suddenly, Hyein was agitatedly unseated.
Paper slipped down the floor, even shuddering Sun-Hwa's whole body in fear. However, she was quick to straighten her posture and brought her hands to the keyboard quickly before Hyein arrived near her table.