Beep Beep Beep

I wake up in my bed, stretching my arms after my alarm clock goes off. I sit up in my bed, then reach over to turn that annoying clock off. Just as I stood up, I remembered what today was- Saturday- I could sleep in!

I plopped backwards into my soft bed. I crawled under the blankets, curling up into a little ball.

Just as everything was peace and quiet, my phone began to ring, interrupting the calming atmosphere. I hesitantly grabbed my phone to see who the caller ID was. I squinted my eyes as I looked at the screen and picked up quickly once I saw who it was.

"Hello?"

The man cleared his throat, and began to speak. "Good Morning Yong Y/N. I need you to come in to work today due to some unexpected issues. You will get a bonus on your salary for this week if you do. Be here at 10 A.M. sharp. See you."

Without me saying anything back, he hung up.

I sighed deeply. I really just wanted to have today off, but I could word a little if he is giving me a bonus on my salary.

Sometimes, I felt like because I was in this bad financial state, other people use it to their advantage. I just felt so vulnerable. I wanted this to end.

I rose up from bed, dressed myself, and prepared to leave.

After about an hour and a half of rushing to get out the house, I arrived at my job. I walked in, my head hanging slightly. I honestly was really annoyed that I was told to come, after having to work all night long yesterday. I barely had any sleep.

I decided to grad a fresh muffin from the display rack as my breakfast. As I took a bite, I realized that this was a blueberry muffin. I haven't had many of these.

As I ate it, my mind started wandering off. I began to wonder what Namjoon was doing today. He probably had the day better than I did. Maybe, if his day's schedule is open, he might even wanna see me today. Maybe he might even want go out together.

Although I just saw him yesterday, I missed him. I felt that whenever my day started off wrong, just seeing him could light up my day.

Maybe I can call him to tell him that I have more treats from that café for him? He wouldn't find that suspicious, right?

As my thoughts went on and on, I snap out when I hear a customer ringing the counter bell, signaling that they are ready to order. I rush over, beginning my work for the day.

After a few hours, my boss tells me that I can go. He gives me a envelope containing my extra pay for today. I soon leave, deciding to go to the mall for a bit.

As I walk around, exploring the mall, I decide to treat myself to some new clothes. I go into one of the stores, looking at the items being sold there.

I find multiple pretty outfits, and after trying them on, I instantly fall in love with them. I decide to buy them, and go to the register to pay. As I head there, I find a box filled with stuffed animals. I smile seeing all of the adorable little toys inside. As I look, one catches my eyes. I slowly lift it up, I observe it, seeing a stuffed, blue koala. I smile seeing it. It looks so calm and cute- reminding me slightly of someone.

I make a slight, uncontrollable smile. "He might like it.."

As I think, my phone begins to ring. I quickly look to see that the caller id is from the hospital. I get a bit worried, wondering if my mother is okay.

I pick up the phone, a frown growing on my face.

"H-hello?"

"Good Morning Miss. I just wanted to notify you that the surgery went perfectly well. All your bill payment transactions went well too."

I was confused. Are they calling the wrong person?

"I'm sorry, but I think you have to wrong number"

"You are Miss Yong, right?"

"Yes?"

"You are the correct person."

I was struct in utter confusion.

"Can I come in today to see her?"

"Yes Miss"

"Well, I'm on my way now. Thanks"

I hang up, dashing out the door, leaving the items I picked up. I rush outside, running to the hospital. It was slightly far, but I didn't care. I didn't have the patience to wait for a bus. I wanted to see my mom as soon as possible.

After a while, I finally arrive.

I regret a little running here, since I ran so much that I could barely feel my feet.

I immediately go to my mom's room. When I go in, I see my mom lying in bed with a huge smile on her face after seeing me.

A smile breaks into my face as I run into my mother's arms.

"Thank you" She whispers into my ear.

I'm happy to see my mom doing well, but if I didn't pay for the surgery, who did?

Was the payments mixed up?

What if they were supposed to operate on someone else, and did it on my mom on accident?

I didn't understand. All I wanted to know right now was who paid for this.

I break the hug, looking at my mom.

"H-how was the procedure?"

"It went well."

I couldn't keep this from her. What if she got into trouble because of this mistake? I didn't want to risk it.

"Mom.. I don't know how but.. the surgery.. I didn't pay for that.."

She looked at me, with a smile.

"It should be obvious who paid for it Y/N"

I tilted my head, "It should?"

She rolled her eyes a little.

I still was pretty confused. Who else would pay for this?

Looking at my mom's expression, it seemed as she knew exactly who it was as a fact.

She pulled the hem of my shirt, getting close to my ear, whispering. "Your husband~"

I widened my eyes, my cheeks getting red. I quickly jerked my head back. "H-huh?!"

Smiling happily, she continued. "He came over to visit me today. He stayed for a few hours, and bought me some food. He wanted us to come over his place for dinner tomorrow night, and after consulting with the doctors, they would allow me to leave the hospital for a few hours, as long as I get back by 11 P.M."

I was shocked. Did she mean Namjoon? Almost above everything, her calling him 'my husband' was making me have so many crazy thoughts.

I wanted to call Namjoon to ask him my questions, so I took my phone out from my pocket.

My mom grabbed my hand. She must have read my mind, almost seeing as if she knew what I was going to do. "Wait until you see him."

Although I wanted to talk to him now, she was right. I should ask him in person.

I'm sure that he must have had a valid reason for this.