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『 HEARTBREAK HOTLINE 』
" Don't lose hope on love, Even if it lets you down countless times "
.・゜゜・゜゜・．｡･ﾟﾟ･ﾟﾟ･｡ ♡
"Baizhu!"
You waved your hand frantically while skipping merrily towards the infirmary, where your brother was waiting. He was a student too but enjoys helping the nurse with the students.
He's so nice that everyone loves and adores him.
"Oh (Y/n)! How's my favorite sibling doing?" Baizhu grinned as he looked up to you while scribbling on his checklist. He placed his pen down and stood up from the desk, walking to your direction and placed his hand on your head. "Are you sick? Any injuries? And why do you smell like the janitor's detergent?"
He chuckled as you pout and brush his hand away from you.
"Ugh.. do I really smell like detergent?" You mumbled while fumbling with your uniform. "Ah.. Where's Qiqi..?"
Qiqi was your youngest sister. She always hang around the greenhouse and pick some herbs and flowers for you and Baizhu.
Your brother heaved out a sigh and sat on the couch and shook his head, running his fingers through his hair. You placed your backpack on the ground as well and sat next to your exhausted brother. You placed your hand on his forehead and sighed.
"You're burning up. What if you rest on one of the beds while I skip my classes and take care of you" You sat up and grabbed some paracetamol tablets from the medicine cabinet and hand it to your brother. "Everyone will be worried about you if you get sick. Don't worry about me, Baizhu. You're in good hands"
Baizhu smiled and took the medicine from you and drank it. He struggled to stand up so you helped him to walk towards the bed.
"Take a rest, I'll tell the teachers you needed rest" you smiled and tucked him to sleep.
A sigh escaped your lips as you sit on the nurse's desk. You grabbed the pen and tapped it against the wooden desk and groaned. Unfamiliar words were on the paper and as if it's spinning all around you, your head started to hurt.
"Ahh it's hard to be a doctor" you mumbled and shake your head, faceplanting on the wooden desk. "I wonder if Baizhu wants to be a doctor. If he does, I'm sure he'll be a famous one!"
While doodling on a spare piece of paper, someone entered the room and flopped on the couch. You didn't looked up to see the newcomer yet as you were still immersed on drawing a figure.
"Where's Baizhu?"
His voice sent shivers down your spine, it's as smooth as silk and it almost sounds like T from the Heartbreak Hotline. But he couldn't be him right?
