Third Person POV

The next following weeks and months, Heiji worked hard to ensure Sunwoo stayed in as best health as he could.

She had spent countless nights staying awake through the early hours researching his condition. She even took the time to visit the doctor herself, asking for help and advice on how to deal with things properly.

Heiji and Sunwoo both wish they could say he was feeling better, but that wasn't the case. Sure, on the outside, his medication had stopped taking a toll on his physical appearance, but Sunwoo could feel himself getting weaker as the days went on.

They hoped, however, that this would soon change for the better. There seemed to be advances in his current condition, making it easier for doctors to give him particular medication. He had only been feeling weaker because he hadn't yet gotten it.

"You'll be fine," Heiji rubs her thumb over the mans palm. "This is nothing compared to everything else you've gone through."

Sunwoo gave the girl a weak smile, his eyes diverting from her gaze.

He wanted nothing more than to ask her to stop worrying so much, but it would be no use - it was Heiji. Her middle name was worry.

The man didn't have the heart to tell her that her efforts, although they were appreciated and never went unnoticed, sometimes were too much for him.

He had enough to worry about. Losing her was at the top of his list, but he knew losing her meant also losing his life, and that was a lot to handle.

"You can wait here," he says softly. "I'll be fine on my own."

He truthfully needed the time to himself. Ever since he confessed to the woman, he felt like most of his time was spent with her comforting him in some way.

His heart felt warm at the thought of her being the great wife that she was, but he couldn't help but feel somewhat trapped by her constant reassurance - and he felt more than guilty about it.

"Are you sure?" She looked at the man with worried eyes.

"I'm sure, Heiji," he smiled, squeezing her hand. "I won't be long."

And as though the timing was perfect, the doctor called his name as he gently let go of the woman's hand before leaving.

She too couldn't deny that the man must have felt trapped. Since his confession, her life revolved solely around the man and his illness. But that was not a problem at all, that was how it was supposed to be for she married him and everything life threw at him - it threw at her too.

She sighs, wiping her sweaty palms on her coat. She pondered if she should sit here, but the deafening silence and eeriness of the hospital only gave her bad memories.

There was nothing a cake couldn't fix, however, is what she told herself whilst she heading to the cafeteria.

"Thank you," she nodded towards the lady as she sat down with her coffee and cake.

She stared at the cake for a moment, wondering why suddenly cake didn't look appetising anymore. She then realised it had been months since she had even treated herself to as much as a cake.

Most nights she would prepare Sunwoo's dinner, making sure he was well fed whilst neglecting herself.

It was the little things she was sacrificing, however, she felt guilty for even thinking such things. This was her husband, she had to do this for him.

"Are you casting a spell on that cake?" A voice startled her, her eyes meeting the man before her.

"Meh," she shrugs, before laughing at his comment. "Nice to see you, too."

Hyunjae laughs his usual infectious laugh, looking at the seat in front of her and giving her a look as though to ask permission for him to sit there. "What are you doing here?"

The woman panicked a little, which Hyunjae noticed in her eyes as he too began to panic.

"You don't have to tell me, Heiji, I'm sorry," he apologises, shaking his head. "That was rude of me to ask."

"No it wasn't," she laughed. "Don't worry about it."

"Everything is good though?" He asks, seeking reassurance as he didn't expect the woman to tell him. He felt unbelievably rude for prying on her privacy.

"Everything is good," she smiles. "And you?"

"Everything is great," he chuckles. "My mother gets some tests every now and again so I bring her here whenever she needs them."

"That's nice of you," she nods, eyeing his clothes. "I was wondering why you were in casual attire."

"Hmm?" He tilts his head, pursing his lips as he looked at her with confusion.

"You got the day off work?" She furrows her eyebrows, his confusion now causing her confusion.

"It's a Saturday, Heiji," he chuckles as the girls hands cover her face.

"I've not been caught up with my days properly," she sighs, still laughing lightly at her own stupidity. "Maybe I should ask them to run some tests on me."

"Don't say that," the man shakes his head still laughing. "How is assessment season treating you, Mrs Kim?"

Heiji laughs at his formality, the mention of the mans name, which although was now hers, still made her feel giddy every time someone said it.

"Stressful, evidently," she sighs with a smile. "But it'll be worth it in the end, for the kids. How are you finding things?"

"Meh," he pulls a face as he shrugs. "It's easy."

"Okay you show off," Heiji laughs as does he. "We can't all be as well organised as yourself."

"I'll show you my ways sometime," the man laughs as he looks at Heiji's plate. "I'm assuming it wasn't a disappearing spell you put on that cake."

"I can't even remember what cake tastes like," the woman laughs as Hyunjae looks at her concerned. "I've been on some sort of diet."

"This is the part where I tell you that you don't need to be on a diet," now that she had said that, she did look thinner and a little more frail than usual, of course he would notice. "But if you're happy then, you're doing great."

"A gentleman," Heiji jokes. "You can have the cake if you'd like."

"It's not like me to refuse cake," he shrugs, splitting it in half, pushing the larger half over to Heiji's side of the table. "But since it's a delicious looking cake, I reckon in five minutes you'll want a bit."

"Maybe," she shrugs, watching as the man took a bite and his eyes widened. "Now you're just trying to convince me to eat it."

"Maybe," he says as he swallows the last bit. "Is it working?"

"Maybe," she shrugs like he did, laughing before finally taking a bite. "Nothing quite like hospital cake."

The two stayed chatting for a while. It was as though all Heiji's problems with the man had melted away at the opportunity to have a conversation with someone other than Sunwoo.

She felt guilty for such a thing, but in that moment in time, in this conversation - it was a bit of a breather from the troubles she had these last few months.

The woman didn't even notice that her phone was ringing in her pocket, she was too immersed in having a joke and a laugh with the man before her to realise Sunwoo had called her multiple times.

But as the man seen the girls familiar smile from the cafeteria, he watched with a weakly clenched fist as he seen her chatting with Hyunjae.

It is also important to note that Heiji had never told the man about their rekindled friendship, which made things all the more worse.

"Heiji?" Sunwoo called, waving from the door of the cafeteria as Hyunjae pointed the man out to her.

She flew from her seat in an instant, waving at the man before turning to Hyunjae.

"Thank you for this, Hyunjae," she bowed as he stood up too. This conversation had meant more to Heiji than she could have initially believed. "I'll see you next week, no doubt."

"I'll see you then," he bows, sending a wave to Sunwoo who only nodded his head weakly at the man. "Bye."

Hyunjae noticed how the man too looked weak, his under eyes were prominent and he looked frail. He could see that whatever was wrong with Sunwoo, was taking a noticeable effect on Heiji.

He thought it would be best if he stayed out of the woman's way for now. He was never purposely in her way, he was trying his hardest to get over her - but now with an ill husband, his friendliness could be mistaken. And that was the last thing he wanted.

"I tried to call you," Sunwoo says from the passenger seat as Heiji began to drive. "Multiple times, may I add."

"I'm sorry, Sunwoo," she looks at him with pleading eyes. "I didn't hear it ringing."

"You could've checked it," he grumbles. "But it's fine."

"It clearly isn't," she argues back, watching as the man rolled his eyes at her words. "I've apologised, Sunwoo. I'm really sorry. I must not have had my ringer on, I turned it off because you're supposed to in the waiting room."

"You weren't in the waiting room," he points out. "You were having coffee and cake with Hyunjae."

Heiji turns to face the boy who refused to look at her, "do you think that was intentional?"

"Well I don't know," he shrugs, turning to look into her eyes. "You two seemed pretty friendly."

"'Friendly', key word is friendly," Heiji says sternly, almost appalled at the mans jealousy, until she watched his eyebrows furrow together even further - that's when it hit her. "Sunwoo, I-"

"Why didn't you tell me?" He sounded sad, because he felt like he was lied to. "You never told me you two were friends again."

"I'm sorry," she shakes her head, feeling guilty. "We aren't friends, Sunwo-"

"You shared a cake, seems pretty friendly to m-"

"Will you let me fucking talk?" Heiji bursts, taking a deep breath as she suddenly felt guilty for her anger. "We are civil, Sunwoo. We work together. He was there by chance, I bought a cake, I didn't eat the cake, I offered him half of the cake. Are we clear about that?"

"How can we be clear about it when you've lied to me for months about it?" He asks calmly.

"I'm your wife, you should at least trust what I'm telling you," she looks into his eyes. "Do you?"

"How can I with this?" He says, earning a sigh from Heiji who placed her head against the wheel of the car. "You never once mentioned it to m-"

"Because I've barely had a moment to think," Heiji says softly, a tear escaping her eyes at her own words, because she felt too guilty beyond comprehension for saying what she was saying. "To think for myself, Sunwoo. I've been so worried about you and this illness that I haven't had the chance to tell you little things. That's all my fault, but I hope you can see that this isn't easy for me."

"It takes two seconds to tell me something like that, Heiji," he says sternly, watching as she cried, his heart clenching in his chest as it always did when he seen the tears roll down her pretty face.

"I know it does," she nods. "You're going through enough, Sunwoo. I don't want to bombard you with anything else that's going on in my life."

"You're my wife," he shakes his head. "I like to hear about these things."

"We don't get to talk like that anymore, Sunwoo," the girl says through a cry. "And you know it."

Sunwoo shook his head, her words were true. Things just weren't the same, and that was no ones fault. It was just an unfortunate situation.

"You know why I'm really this upset?" He asks, holding back his own tears.

"I know why," she shakes her head as does he.

"I'm not sad because you didn't tell me about you two being friends, or civil," he looks between her eyes. "I'm sad because you looked happier, you looked like you were having a better conversation with him than you have with me these last few months."

For once, Heiji didn't argue her case. She simply started the car and drove.

Her heart ached at the mans words - because she knew they were true.