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Quiet day, in the seemingly tranquil embrace of the dormitory, Taehyun lay sprawled across his bed, his body wracked with a relentless fever. The relentless heat washed over him in waves, each surge sending shivers down his spine. His head throbbed incessantly, a dull ache that gnawed at his very consciousness.
Taehyun hadn't been feeling well for a while, but as usual, he preferred not to think about it.
But now it's time to let the members know.
"H-hyung..." Taehyun's voice was a mere whisper, hoarse and filled with agony. He reached out a trembling hand, fumbling for the warmth of his brother's presence.
Beomgyu, who had been hovering anxiously by his bedside, rushed forward. "Taehyun-ah, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. He gently placed his hand on Taehyun's forehead, feeling the alarming heat radiating from his skin.
"I... I don't know..." Taehyun's lips parted in a breathy gasp. "I feel terrible."
"We need to get you to the doctor," Beomgyu said, his voice resolute. He stood up and reached for his phone.
"No..." Taehyun protested weakly. "I'll be fine... just a little rest."
"You don't look fine, hyung," Hueningkai spoke up from the doorway. His eyes were filled with worry. "We should call the doctor."
Taehyun shook his head weakly. "Don't bother... it's just a cold."
"A cold that's making you delirious," Soobin said, stepping forward. "Taehyun, you need help."
A wave of dizziness washed over Taehyun as Soobin's words sank in. His eyes fluttered closed and he sagged against the pillows.
"Taehyun!" Beomgyu cried, his voice filled with alarm. "Don't close your eyes, stay awake."
Taehyun's breaths grew shallow and irregular. His vision blurred, and he felt himself slipping away from consciousness.
"Yeonjun-hyung..." he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Yeonjun, who had been pacing the room nervously, rushed to Taehyun's bedside. "I'm here, Tae," he said, his voice soothing. "I'm here."
Taehyun's lips curled into a faint smile. "Thank you..."
And with that, he drifted into the embrace of darkness.
***
Hours later, Taehyun woke to the sound of soft voices. His head still throbbed, but the relentless heat had subsided. He opened his eyes and blinked against the dim light of the room.
"Taehyun-ah, you're awake," Beomgyu said, his eyes filled with relief. He was holding a damp cloth to Taehyun's forehead.
"How... how long have I been asleep?" Taehyun croaked.
"Almost twelve hours," Yeonjun replied, his voice tinged with worry. "The doctor came and said you had the flu. You need to rest and take some medication."
Taehyun nodded weakly. "Okay..."
"Do you need anything?" Soobin asked, hovering nearby.
Taehyun shook his head. "No... I'm okay."
"Good," Soobin said. "We'll let you rest. If you need anything, just call."
As his friends left the room, Taehyun couldn't help but feel a wave of gratitude wash over him. He had always been the strong one, the one they looked up to. But now, in his moment of weakness, they had all rallied around him, giving him the support he so desperately needed.
With a sigh, Taehyun reached for the glass of water on his bedside table. As he brought it to his lips, his thoughts drifted to the one person he hadn't seen since he got sick.
"Jisoo..." he whispered to himself.
He had sent her a message when he first started feeling unwell, but she hadn't replied. Was she busy? Or was she avoiding him because she didn't want to get sick?
A pang of loneliness washed over Taehyun. He had always been close to his sister, and he missed her presence dearly. He knew she was busy, but he couldn't help but wish she would come visit him.
As night fell, Taehyun couldn't resist sending her another message:
[Jisoo-ah, how are you? I'm really sick right now, and I miss you.]
He stared at his phone, waiting anxiously for her reply. Moments later, his heart skipped a beat as her message popped up on the screen:
[I'm on my way.]
Taehyun's face lit up with a smile. He couldn't wait to see her.
***
Jisoo arrived at the dormitory a few hours later. She rushed to Taehyun's bedside and enveloped him in a warm hug.
"Taehyun-ah, I'm so sorry," she said, her voice filled with concern. "I didn't know you were so sick."
"It's okay," Taehyun said, his voice weak. "I'm glad you're here."
Jisoo pulled up a chair and sat down beside him. She reached for his hand and held it gently.
"How are you feeling?" she asked.
"Better," Taehyun replied. "The fever has gone down."
"That's good," Jisoo said. "But you still need to rest."
Taehyun nodded. "I know."
Jisoo stayed with Taehyun for the rest of the night. She talked to him, read to him, and made sure he was comfortable. Taehyun felt his spirits lift with each passing hour.
As the sun began to rise, Jisoo finally bid Taehyun farewell.
"I have to go now," she said. "But I'll come back to visit you later."
"Okay," Taehyun said. "Thank you for coming."
Jisoo leaned down and kissed Taehyun on the forehead. "Get well soon," she said.
Taehyun smiled. "I will."
As Jisoo left the room, Taehyun felt a renewed sense of hope. With his sister by his side, he knew he would get through this, together with his friends.
