Be With You | Jangkku (Jang Wonyoung and Park Sunghoon)

Seven

W O N Y O U N G

Days passed like a blur. Sunghoon and I never had the chance to talk and meet again after the whole airport encounter. Yujin, as expected, scolded the hell out of me once I got back to our dorm. Gaeul, being the mediator that she's always been, tried to calm Yujin down. It didn't work well at first, but other members helped out and eventually, Yujin's raging anger was put to an end. I talked her out of it, explained myself, apologized, and bought her some ice cream to make amends. Then, we are good again. That was one of the most chaotic days inside our dorm. It's intense.

It has been a whole week and Sunghoon and I never talked again. We didn't exchange numbers, so no, we don't have any possible way to reconnect. I thought we'd be able to restore our friendship, but maybe we couldn't. Maybe it's not easy to establish a good friendship in this industry or maybe he just doesn't want to be associated with me or something.

Now, I feel sick. I feel exhausted and my entire body is aching.

I'm rotting and slouching on our dorm's couch, my hoodie pulled up, sleeves covering my hands, cradling a mug of tea. I looked at the mirror from a few inches away from me. My face is pale, and my eyes are heavy. Gosh, I look horrible! I haven't been sleeping or eating well for the past two days, and I don't even know why.

Liz darts around the room, tapping a beat on the walls and humming a familiar tune. She then paused, one eyebrow raised mischievously, and approached my direction, tilting her head to peer down at my face.

"You look radiant," Liz said, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm as she fluffed my hood. "Like a potato in its prime." she proudly stated with some matching hand gestures.

I groaned, rolling my eyes, burying myself more on the couch. "Wow, thanks. That's exactly what I needed to hear right now." I hate being sick. I hate how it makes me feel and, most importantly, how unpleasant I look when I'm unwell.

Liz let out a snicker, then poked my shoulder gently, watching her reaction with mock intensity. "Are you sure you are not faking it though, Wonyoung? I swear, it's one of the oldest tricks in the book to avoid chores." She nudged my leg, leaning in closer.

Trust me, this is Liz's way of checking up on someone. She doesn't want to make things super heavy or serious, that's why initiating a fun bickering banter is always her resort when one feels or looks unwell. Other people might not appreciate it, but I do. I always do. All IVE member does.

"Just admit it. You wanted to be spoiled," Liz teased, lightly poking her cheek. A small pout formed on my lips. "Don't worry, Nurse Liz is here! I shall sing you the worst songs known to humanity until you miraculously recover!" Oh, no!

Liz has the voice of an angel, but not when she's forcing herself to sing out of tune just to annoy the hell out of me. Pretending to sing as if she can't sing is her hidden talent. Plus she'll be singing the songs with the most repetitive sounds that are not unironically catchy, but annoying as hell instead.

I laughed, finally leaning my head against Liz's shoulder. "If you start singing, I might just recover out of pure self-defense," I complained with a weak sigh.

Liz let out a laugh and was about to start singing when Yujin and Leeseo suddenly entered the living room with phones in their hands. I examined the demeanor of these two; Yujin looked like she was about to burst into absolute madness and scream her rage out, while Leeseo looked like she had just been scolded and was about to cry because she was too worried. Uh, what happened?