MOM!!
MOM, I'M SORRY!
I'M SORRY FOR THROWING A TANTRUM!
I'LL HOLD EVERYTHING IN FROM NOW ON!
DON'T GO!!
IN MY EARLIEST MEMORIES,
MY MOM WORE PRETTY DRESSES
AND WAS A PRINCESS WHO PLAYED THE PIANO.
BUT THE NUMBER OF HER NEW DRESSES GRADUALLY DWINDLED,
AND SMALL CUTS BEGAN TO APPEAR ON HER FACE.
ONLY AFTER I GREW UP
DID I REALIZE IT WAS BECAUSE OF MY DAD'S ALCOHOLISM,
WHICH FROZE OUR LIVES AS A CERTAIN COMPANY'S STOCK PLUMMETED.
AND THEN, THERE WAS THAT DAY I CAN NEVER FORGET.
THE DAY MY MOM'S BEAUTIFUL HANDS WERE WRAPPED TIGHTLY IN BANDAGES.
ON THAT DAY, REALIZING SHE COULD NEVER PLAY THE PIANO AGAIN,
SHE MUST HAVE SUFFERED TERRIBLY ALL ON HER OWN.
...IF ONLY I
COULD HAVE COMFORTED HER,
AND IF I HADN'T THROWN TANTRUMS
OVER SILLY, PETTY THINGS...
WOULD SHE HAVE STAYED?
...AND JINYOUNG, TOO.
IF I HAD JUST HELD IT IN BACK THEN,
WOULD HE HAVE SPARED ME THE HURT?
WHY
DID I...
...SEONYUL.
SEONYUL.
I'M NOT GOING TO LEAVE YOU.
YOU DON'T HAVE TO HOLD IT IN.
NONE OF THIS IS YOUR FAULT.
IT'S OKAY.
IT'S OKAY...
...HOW ON EARTH
DID ROWOON END UP COOKING IN MY HOUSE?!
HOW DOES HE KNOW MY ADDRESS?
AND THE PASSCODE?
HOW DID HE EVEN KNOW I WAS SICK IN THE FIRST PLACE?
I'M SURE I TEXTED SUJUNG...
NO WAY...!
THEIR NAMES ARE RIGHT NEXT TO EACH OTHER...
I REALLY DID TEXT THE WRONG PERSON.
I MUST HAVE BEEN SERIOUSLY OUT OF IT...
YOU DEFINITELY WERE.
FALLING ASLEEP ON THE FLOOR
JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE DIZZY FROM A FEVER IS REALLY DANGEROUS.
BE CAREFUL NEXT TIME.
OH! RIGHT...
TH-THANK...
YOUR VOICE IS HOARSE, SO DON'T TALK.
HERE.
EAT UP.
IS IT OKAY?
INSTEAD OF HAND CREAM,
I SHOULD HAVE GIVEN YOU SOME VITAMINS OR A TROCHE.
I DIDN'T EXPECT THIS TO HAPPEN.
ME NEITHER...
AH, HOT HOT, HOT!!
!!
IS IT TOO HOT?
I GUESS IT DIDN’T COOL DOWN ENOUGH.
LET ME SEE.
SORRY.
DID YOU BURN YOURSELF?
...I'LL COOL IT DOWN PROPERLY.
EAT THIS, AND THEN LET'S GET SOME MEDICINE IN YOU.
?
YEAH...
UM...
DON'T TALK TOO MUCH.
YOU NEED TO GET BETTER.
AREN'T YOU UNCOMFORTABLE SITTING LIKE THAT?
...THERE'S NOWHERE ELSE FOR ME TO SIT.
I NEED TO WATCH YOU IN CASE YOU SUDDENLY GET WORSE.
I'M ONLY HERE TO CHECK ON YOU,
SO DON'T WORRY. I WON'T DO ANYTHING ELSE.
I WASN'T WORRIED ABOUT THAT AT ALL.
IT'S JUST...
I'M WORRIED YOU'RE OVEREXERTING YOURSELF.
EVEN THOUGH I'M GRATEFUL.
...IT'S JUST MY OWN SELFISHNESS.
IT'S A COMPULSION I NEED TO FIX, BUT...
IF SOMETHING HAPPENS WHILE I'M AWAY,
AND I CAN'T HANDLE IT...
...THAT'S WHAT,
I HATE THE MOST.
STILL...
ARE YOU REALLY GOING TO STAY ON THE FLOOR ALL NIGHT?
YEAH.
IF I GET SLEEPY, PLEASE EXCUSE MY RUDENESS, BUT I'LL SLEEP ON THE FLOOR.
LIE DOWN WITH ME!
HURRY!
I'M FINE.
COMPARED TO THE SOUNDPROOF BOOTH WE WERE TRAPPED IN BEFORE,
THIS BED IS ACTUALLY PRETTY SPACIOUS.
IT BOTHERS ME TO SEE THE PERSON WHO CAME TO NURSE ME SITTING LIKE THAT.
THAT'S WHY.
SO...
IT'S LIKE I'M LACKING OXYTOCIN...?
I-IS THAT THE RIGHT WAY TO PUT IT?
IT MUST BE UNCOMFORTABLE...
IF WE WERE THE SAME SIZE, I COULD LEND YOU SOME PAJAMAS...
FOR SOMEONE WHO ONLY STUDIED, IT'S SURPRISING HOW BIG YOUR BUILD IS.
Wow.
This is what it feels like...
IS IT BECAUSE YOU'RE SO TALL AND BROAD?
AH.
RIGHT.
ROWOON LEE.
UM...
HUH?
WHAT?
DID HE FALL ASLEEP ALREADY?
THIS FAST?
...ROWOON LEE.
ARE YOU ASLEEP?
ROWOON...
Trapped Together Chapter 14 opens with Seon-Yul lying sick and feverish, lost in guilt-ridden memories of his mother. As a child, he dreams of apologizing to her for being fussy; he remembers his mother playing the piano, fading away because of his father's alcoholism, and remembers Jinyoung. A comforting voice tells him it wasn't his fault. When he wakes up, he is stunned to find Rowoon cooking at his house, realizing he accidentally texted him instead of Sujung. Rowoon feeds him soup, gives him medicine, and watches over him through the night.
