Our Love | Jeongcheol

four

A month had passed and Jeonghan had been feeling unwell for the past week. Nausea beating his ass every morning. Back pain. Constant headaches. He can barely get close to food without frowning and feeling like he would vomit all over the table.

He tried his best to push away how he was feeling, not wanting to worry group members. But Seungcheol seemed to have picked up on his behavior. Constantly eyeing him suspiciously as they practiced for Caratland.

In the big practice room at Hybe, all 13 were gathered alongside their staff, working out the final details for their fan meeting. Everyone was laughing, joking around, and sharing their ideas.

Jeonghan had a small smile on his face, only talking when he was spoken to and laughing when he needed to.

"Seungkwan I think the octopus idea for moonwalk is amazing!" Seokmin exclaimed with laughter, clapping his hands as the staff showed them a picture of the octopus costume they had ordered.

Seungkwan high-fives him as the members continue complimenting him for his wit and comedic sense.

Soon they started the practice for their group dances, Jeonghan fumbling a few moves and apologizing, trying to act as discrete as possible.

It was only a few more minutes into practice when he started feeling nausea crawling up his body, making him feel uncomfortable.

He tried pushing it aside and continuing to dance along, acting normal, but one big wave of nausea shoved its way toward him and he ran out of the room, abandoning everything and dropping his phone.

Jeonghan burst into the male restroom, locking himself in a stall as he sat on the cold restroom floor, his hands gripping the edge of the sink as he tried to steady his breathing. His thoughts raced, wondering why the nausea was hitting him so hard today. He hadn't felt this bad in a while.

He could hear footsteps approaching the restroom door, and a moment later, a soft knock sounded.

"Jeonghan-hyung? Are you okay?" It was Seungkwan's voice, filled with concern.

"Y-Yeah!" Jeonghan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and cleared his throat, trying to sound as normal as possible. "Yeah, I'm fine, just...needed a breather"

"You sure?" Seungkwan pressed, not fully convinced. "You ran out like something was really wrong."

Jeonghan took another deep breath, rubbing his face with his hand before opening the door slightly. Seungkwan stood there, worry in his expression. Jeonghan offered him a small smile, doing his best to look collected. "I'm fine, just something I ate, I think. Don't worry about me."

Seungkwan hesitated, but eventually nodded. "Okay, but let me know if you need anything. I'll cover for you if you need more time."

"Thank you," Jeonghan said, his voice merely a whisper, patting Seungkwan's shoulder as he walked out of the restroom.

He felt Seungcheol's eyes on him as soon as he re-entered the practice room. Even without saying a word, Seungcheol could always tell when something was off. They shared a brief glance, and Jeonghan subtly shook his head, telling him not to make a fuss about it. That he was fine.

Seungcheol wasn't going to let it go that easily, though. He made a mental note to check on Jeonghan later, making sure he really was okay. For now, they had to finish practice, but his mind kept wandering back to Jeonghan.

During the practice, Jeonghan kept brushing away every worried glance that was pointed toward him and every question asked by the staff and members.

But being the observant person he is, Seungcheol could see Jeonghan struggling to keep himself together. He noticed how he would dance weakly when he thought no one was looking or how he would look up and close his eyes, his muscles tensing as if he was trying to breathe and calm the nausea away.