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"ughh..."




doyoung really isn't feeling himself today, maybe he caught himself a fever. he felt his temperature rising ever since yesterday but he still insist on going to school.




he hasn't been focusing in class today, he felt his head getting heavy with each step he takes.




he decides to walk himself to the school's bathroom to wash his dull looking face, to make him look fresher and better.




somehow the bathroom feels too far with each small steps he takes. and eventually enough, he made it in no time.




he looked at himself at the big ass mirror, as he noticed how tired he looks.




"urgh...why do i look like this..."




he then splashes the freezing cold water on his faze, and pats them dry with the sleeves of his blazer.




he backed off from his position as he felt a sting of pain in his head, as he leaned his torso to the walls. hands on his head, trying to reach out to his blazer's pockets.




he then remembered that his medicine was all in his bag, and it's far away from where he is. if only he could've been any smarter.




"ahhhk-"




just then, a bathroom stall was opened to reveal a boy who had just finished doing their business, as he tilted his head instantly towards the sound of someone in pain.




'shit. out of all people in this school-'




"eh? doyoung? are you okay?"




it's yedam. oh how doyoung felt like screaming his lungs out right now. it's such a bad timing, the headaches could even get worser.




"i-i'm fine."




doyoung stuttered at his own words, as he looks away avoiding from making eye contact with the older.




"yo, really? you look so pale. do you have a headache?"




before doyoung could even speak up, yedam had his small hands landed onto his forehead. as his eyes were wide open with the sudden change of temperature.




"yo, you're definitely sick."




'ah shit here we go again.'





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