Matchmaker

A Delayed Reaction?

        I woke up the day after in Yugyeom's bed feeling like crap. Okay, it probably wasn't a good idea to kiss someone who was sick, let alone sleep in the same bed as them so they would calm down from realistic nightmares, but oh well, what's done is done. It wasn't completely bad either, his blankets were really warm and my back was pressed up against him. I got things over with and this has always been a moment I wanted to have. The only bad thing was that I was sick. So I take it back, I don't feel that crappy.

I turned in the bed and looked at Yugyeom's sleeping face, thankfully, he was a heavy sleeper I didn't even make him stir. I couldn't help but smile at how calm he is compared to how he was when he woke up last night because of the nightmare. I would have soaked in the moment a little more but I felt a cough find it's way to my throat so I got out of bed quickly and ran out of the room to get water once the coughing fit started. I ran down to the kitchen and scrambled to get water for my burning throat.

"Please tell me you did not get sick." Tasukete came from her room watching me gulp down the liquid. I finished the glass and held back another cough threatening to make its way from my throat.

"Nope..." I said despite my burning throat. I mentally face palmed remembering that she was a Matchmaker

"You're the most horrible liar in the whole world, even if I wasn't a Matchmaker I would probably know. Go sit on the couch, I'll make you some soup." He nodded her head towards the living room.

"But I can just go home, I've already stayed here long enough--"

"You stayed here because I told you to, and now you're staying here because you need to. That's that." She left no room for any other objections so I slowly walked over to the couch to lay down.

I have to admit, I did feel a little better when my back connected to the cushions. I was about to close my eyes when Yugyeom came down and practically had a panic attack.

"Oh no! I got you sick! Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! Tasukete! He needs soup!" Yugyeom was in total hysterics, feeling my forehead lightly, handing me napkins, and even ran to go get a cold cloth. I couldn't help but laugh at how worried he was. It was a bad mistake because I ended up coughing and it only made him worry more.

"Tasukete!" Yugyeom screeched, laying the damp fabric up to my forehead. I don't think I have a fever but it feels really good.

"Yugyeom calm the fuck down, Bambam is fine, he's not dying, I know you had an episode last night but it was about me right?" She walked in from the kitchen with a small bowl of reheated soup.

"But--"

"No butts, don't argue with me." He handed me the steaming bowl carefully after I sat up.

"So, what was it about this time?" She asked, pointedly to Yugyeom.

"Uhhh..." Yugyeom looked to me and hesitated.

"Oh come on, he was there to help you through it, it's fine to tell him." I was curious so I turned to him with the bowl close to my lips so I could take small sips.

"Fine," He pouted and began to retell his nightmare. "It wasn't about you only, these kidnappers took all of us to this underground hideout. There were a bunch of other guys with masks on, you know, typical ski masks, and they tied everyone up except for me. They put a knife in my hand and blindfolded me." He took a shaky breath and looked down at his hands. "Bambam was trying to wake me up during this part... So it seemed like I killed him first." He looked away with his hands balled into fists.