"𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮...𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐣𝐞𝐣𝐮."
yejun and han were inseparable roommates until hwang hyunjin decided to transfer and "ruin everything." yejun's friend somi invites her to an escapade to jeju island for spring brea...
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bad idea! - girl in red ••• H A N
I texted Somi asking where I could pick up fever medicine, and she told me there was a gas station a short walk outside of the villas.
I ran there as quickly as possible and made my way back to the villas to visit Minho. I already finished up the ice cream in my cup, because the sun was killing me and I didn't want it to melt, so I ended up buying a popsicle for Minho because I thought maybe he wanted some.
Finally reaching the villa, I inserted my keycard and entered successfully, seeing Minho's limbs sprawled out on the bed.
"Minho?" I called out to him, wondering if he can really hear me at all from how ill he is. When I called him on the phone, he could barely form words.
"Han?" he lazily responded, followed by a couple hacking coughs. Yeah, he doesn't look too good.
"How the hell did you get this sick?" I sat on the bed, taking the plastic container of medicine out the bag. I also grabbed a thermometer so I could check his temperature.
"I don't know, I wasn't feeling well earlier today at the mall so I took a nap when you left and woke up sweating." he explained groggily, his eyes threatening to close.
"Take the medicine with some water." I unscrewed the cap and grabbed the opened water bottle on the night stand, assuming Minho grabbed it for himself when I was gone.
I held out the container to him, letting him take out a tablet and place it in his mouth, swallowing it with a big gulp of water.
Once he finished, he sighed and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, coughing again and facing away from me so he wouldn't get me sick.
"Let me check your temperature." I ripped the cardboard packaging off of the thermometer, turning it on. His hair was in the way, and I had to have access to his forehead. However, I was too nervous to lay a finger on him.
"D-Do you mind if I move your hair...? To see your forehead?" I asked hesitantly, and he shook his head.
"No, I don't mind."
I nodded, my lips tightly pursed as I pushed his hair up and held it back, quickly running the thermometer across his forehead because it felt awkward touching him like this. It's the slightest physical interaction and I still feel all wonky in the stomach.
As I read the numbers that showed up on the thermometer, I sucked in a breath. He has a fever for sure.
"Minho, you have a really bad fever." I echoed my thoughts. What could've possibly gotten him so sick?
He laughed a drunken laugh, his head craning back. "Remember when I faked being sick so I could skip the pool? Now I'm actually sick. How silly is that?" he snorted.
