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"Jesus Christ." Hyunjin looks up at me from the chair he's practically stuck on, holding back a snort.

"Shut up."

I throw myself across from him, hitting my head on the table. It hurts.

A hand tugs on the hem of my purple t-shirt, accompanied by a small voice. "Minnie?"

Haein.

She gets ignored. I'm too tired to even say hi.

Hyunjin tells her off, I think. The voices around me are all fading. My senses get lost in thin air.

Why is it somewhat easy for me to fall asleep anywhere else, just not at home? it's a thought keeping me insane.

Fighting to stay awake is harder than accepting it, so I let myself rest. It's amusing— I barely come to the daycare to work nowadays.

Seo doesn't mind, though. At least I think he doesn't.

In no time, I shift to another place.

An ugly, terrible one I wish to never be a part of ever again. Holy shit.

Why am I— why is Jisung dying— Doongie?

Hyunjin slaps the back of my neck hard enough to make me recoil, almost falling off the chair.

With a disoriented look I scan my surroundings, realizing that I'm in the stinky class, and not hell.

I'm grateful. So, so thankful for him.

"Lunch time~" he sings happily, snorting at my clown face. I probably look ridiculous.

"Already?"

"Yeah. You've been sleeping for quite a while, bro."

"Yeah," I bite my lip, shaking my head to tremble the images far away.

How frightful. 

"You were sweating like crazy." Hyunjin mentions casually as he walks through the hallway full of toddlers.

"I-I was?"

"Yeah. Thought you'd be having a seizure."

Not me.

"Oh." is all I hum, walking inside the canteen. Food is already served— soup first.

Right! I need to make Jisung some soup. I hope he feels better already.

How do I make soup?

"Hyunjin, do you know how to make sulguk?"

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