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“I’ll be back on Friday at about 6″
“sounds good, have fun on your vacation hyung”
“I will, please don’t do anything too stupid”
“we won’t”
“I can’t believe I’m trusting you two at home alone”
“it’ll be fine hyung, I’m a very mature person”
“no you aren’t you’re a baby trapped in a 177cm tall body”
“hyung, I promise, I’ll be responsible, so you can breathe easy and enjoy your vacation.”
“you SWEAR you will be responsible, and when I come home the house will be in one piece”
“I promise hyung, I’ll be careful, responsible, and whatever else you can think of”
“just.... be responsible, that’s all I ask”
“yes hyung, now go have fun on your vacation”
“okay” he gave me a very quick, small, short hug, “tell Changkyun I said bye when he wakes up”
“I will, have fun hyung”
“I will see you friday”
“bye!” I yell as he drags the small suitcase out the door. He waves back, not even fully looking at me. I’m happy he could take a vacation, he needs a break.
okay now what? It’s just me and Changkyun, Kihyun hyung is on vacation, Shownu hyung is at his military service Minhyuk hyung is God only knows where and Hyungwon hyung is also on vacation. So now I’m bored alone, I could go wake up Changkyun, but honestly I like being alive so I’ll settle with being bored for awhile.
hmm... I’m hungry. I head to the kitchen and begin searching for food. I eventually settle on ramen, because I don’t feel like cooking anything and ramen is good. and maybe kyun would wake up if he smelled the food.
Sure enough the ramen was about half done when Changkyun came trudging into the kitchen, he had a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. “good morning hyung”
“morning? Kyun, it’s 12:30, Kihyun hyung left about 20 minutes ago, he wanted to wait till you woke up but he was worried you would sleep all day and he had to catch his flight, he said to tell you he says ‘bye’“
“it’s 12:30″ he asked sounding a bit disoriented. It was then that I noticed he seemed a bit pale. “You alright?” I asked casually, knowing there was no way I’d get an honest answer. “Yeah, I’m fine” ha knew it “do you want some ramen”
“for breakfast?”
“once again I will remind you that it is 12:30 and the average human does not sleep this late, so I’ve been awake for 4 hours already, so it’s not breakfast.”
“so what I’m hearing you say is I’m above average” I roll my eyes “actually more like I’m calling you lazy.” He puts on a fake offended look. “okay so do you want any or not?”
“umm... no I think I’m good. I’m not hungry.”
“but you’re always hungry when you wake up.”
“I’m just not hungry right now” he said before turning away, obviously annoyed. “I’m going to lay down, I’m tired” He said walking away. A slight icy tone in his voice.
something is definitely up with him, I get that he is often unbothered, maybe even a little lazy but never like this. He also never gets mad at me, we’ve been such good friends since before debut, even on no mercy I was first to approach him, we never fight. So of course I’m have a good reason to be concerned that he’s mad at me.
I turned off the stove and put a lid on the noodles keeping them warm while I went to go check on the younger. Upon arriving in his room he wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Not in his bed, which is where I expected him to be. I began to walk back to the kitchen when I heard a strange noise coming from the bathroom. I gently drummed my knuckles against the wood. “kyun, you alright?” I say softly, getting no response I gently push the door open, where I see the maknae bent over the toilet, half-sobbing as he heaved up waves of vomit.
I quickly moved over to him placing my hand on his back. “Kyun” I say softly, he shrugs my hand off, “go ‘way” he mutters before heaving again, bringing another wave of sick up. “I’m not leaving, you’re sick”
“Go awa-” he cuts off gagging harshly, he whimpers clutching his stomach. “please, just let me alone, I’m fine I d-don’t need you” he said, his voice weak but his tone sharp, I was hurt by it, but I wouldn’t let my best friend suffer alone. “I’m not leaving, you’re sick”
“I-I’m fine”
“tell that to the vomit”
“shut the hell up” He says sitting up, wiping his mouth off and flushing the vomit away. I gently place my hand on his forehead, “that explains it”
“what?”
“you acting like a bitch, you’ve got a hella high fever”
“no I don’t”
“okay now this is getting ridiculous, you literally have a fever, I can feel the heat radiating off of you, and on top of that you just threw up, I swear to God if you say you aren’t sick I’m going to throw a pillow at you” “go ahead and throw a pillow because I’m not sick”
“okay you know what, forget the pillow I’m calling Kihyun hyung”
“NO don’t, okay maybe, just maybe I might be a little bit sick” He says a hint of exasperation in his voice. just then his face went and dead, ghostly pale. He gagged and quickly threw himself over the toilet again, bringing up another harsh wave of vomit. I gently rubbed his back. I felt each gag, heave, and sob tear through his body. the boy was shaking, most likely a combination of the fever, and how hard your body works while throwing up. I felt so bad for him. The cycle went on for nearly 20 minutes, him throwing up, crying, dry heaving, gagging, and begging me to make it stop. I felt helpless, it broke my heart to see my friend like this, it’s times like this that I remember that he’s the true maknae, not me, not Minhyuk, him, and he’s relying on me, his hyung to be there for him, but I feel like I can’t do anything to help. I just silently hoped that I was at least providing some form of comfort to the younger boy. After 20 minutes the boy leaned back against me, pale, sweaty, shaking, and exhausted. “do you feel well enough to move to your bed?”
“maybe, I’m really dizzy right now, so can i just stay here for a few minutes.”
“of course” I say as I gently pull my donsaeng into me. “I’m sorry that you’re sick, I wish I could do something to help”
“just you bein’ here is enough” He says weakly. We sit there as he takes a few deep breaths. “okay, I think I’m ready to move.”
“you sure”
“yeah” he says. I place my arm around him and pull him to his feet. He shakes quite a bit. “you okay”
“dizzy” he gasps out weakly “are you going to pass out?”
“n-no I don’t think so, I just need to lay down”
“okay, let’s get you to your bed” we move slowly, and carefully, and finally help him lay down in his bed. I place my hand to his forehead. “yikes, you for sure have a fever” he mumbles something incoherent in english. “I’m going to get the thermometer and some fever reducers, then you need to rest, is there anything else you need?”
“water?”
“do you think you can stomach it?”
“yeah, I feel a little bit less dizzy, I’m really cold, can you get me more blankets?”
“I’m sorry bud, but I’m gonna have to say no”
“why not?” he whined. I felt bad, but his health is more important. “We can’t let your fever get any higher, so I’m gonna say no”
“alright” he mutters in english. “I’ll be right back” I say softly as I duck out of the room. It was then that I thought about how Changkyun had mentioned that when he gets sick he tends to forget certain Korean words, and I just prayed that he would still remember enough Korean so i could understand, even though I can speak some decently good basic english I did not have the brain power to do this today. I gathered the thermometer, fever reducers, a cool cloth for his fever, and a water bottle. I got back into the room and saw that he was already half asleep. “hey Kyun, can you sit up for like 10 seconds while I check your temperature?”
“mmkay” he half groans, half whines. He slowly sits up. I place the thermometer in his mouth We sit in silence, I notice how pale Changkyun looks, looking like a white-washed zombie. The thermometer beeps, I take it out of his mouth and right away he goes to lay down. “just wait a few more seconds, you need to take the fever reducers” He whines in protest but he stay sitting. I glance at the thermometer in my right hand, with my left hand, I fumble around trying to take the pills out of the blister pack one handed. “38.5 so bit high, but I think it’ll be alright.” He once again mumbles incoherently while I pass him the water bottle and fever reducers. “take these the sleep”
“yes hyung” he says softly, swallowing making a face as the pills scrape his already raw (from vomit) throat. “now sleep, If Kihyun hyung gets back and he finds out how sick you are I’m gonna die” that gets a weak laugh out of him, a he lays down in bed, pulling the thin blanket up to his chin, falling asleep barely seconds after his head hits the pillow.
*time skip to when mama Kihyun returns*
Kihyun p.o.v
“I’m back” I say and right away I regret coming back, the first thing I hear the is the maknaes shouting from the other room. I walk in and see them battling aggressively at mario cart, the room is messy, but not nearly as bad as I expected being honest. “I’m back” I repeat seeing that they clearly hadn’t heard me the first time. they both look up at me, startled. Jooheon moves to pause the game. Now looking at them I notice Changkyun is really pale. “wow, the dorm isn’t as destroyed as I expected” I say sitting down on the couch. “well.... Kyunnie was kinda on his death bed for the first few days after you left so we didn’t do much” I thought he looked pale “you were sick and you didn’t tell me?”
“well yeah, we didn’t want to bother you, besides Jooheon hyung took good care of me”
“even though someone was all like ‘I’m not sick, I’m fine’ while he was running a 38.5 fever while vomiting his guts out”
“yeah, but I’m fine now, so no harm done” I roll my eyes but smile. I knew I could trust Jooheon, and seeing that even though he teased Changkyun, he’s such a good hyung, and yes, he still is a baby trapped in a 177cm tall man’s body, my mind hasn’t changed on that.