Featured story by: ilovekimjongwoon
Description
After their rewarding yet exhausting AON Concert, the girls of 2NE1 desired nothing but to stay on the comfort on their bed. Yet, rest seemed impossible with their Jealous Boyfriends around.
NOT-SO-HAPPY VIRUS
DARA AND CHANYEOL
NOONA... HOW.. WHY... BUT I... NOONA...
Sheathed in nothing but his Wolf shirt and panty, Dara snored rather loudly in the confinement of her own room. She barely had enough rest since last year with Missing You, then came CRUSH and AON with its tight schedule and all she could do was hog every ramen and bulgogi every chance that came her way, to keep herself from not passing out.
She was 29, for fucking sake, she's almost half way to retirement age.
If it wasn't for Bom's incessant effort to drag her back to their dorm, she would have had collapse at the back stage of their After Party location.
Still, she was thankful for her loud unni, for if it wasn't for her, Dara wouldn't be groaning in deep satisfaction that was her cozy warm bed. If only she could stay there for the rest of the morning.
If only their doorbell would stop its ringing.
"Pissed off, you shit." She grunted against her pillow, trying to get her precious sleep back to process. But she guessed, that her littlecolorful plea didn't quite reach her unwanted visitor as the disturbing noise kept on bombarding each corner of their dorm.
"..shut up!" she hissed irately before rolling on her stomach, hiding her head under the pillow. Yet the noise kept blaring on her ears, making her sigh in exasperation before blinking her eyes out of her distracted slumber.
She huffed and pouted cutely before her eyes turned cold and sharp. "You better be goddamn special, or I'll fucking murder you." She cursed inwardly as the ringing carried on. She climbed down her bed, and fought the strongest urge to grab her baseball bat, incase she feel like murdering someone in the near future. She was not particularly charitable at the moment.
Dara tried to steady her tired wobbly legs as she walked out of her room, which was obviously ineffective as she kept swaying from side to side, thrashing everything on her way. She cursed another billion times on her head.
As she reached their entrance hall, the annoying ding-dong seized to nonexistent. Dara, dead on her tracks, decided that she should have had really bought that baseball bath for she's feeling a lot like causing a bloodbath.
Groaning in frustration, she turned her back, ready for that sleep she was so deprived of, until several frantic knocks began to resound through their door, followed by a whimpering sob of: "Noona! Noona! Please open the door!"
What.... the fuck?
Reluctantly, Dara made an awkward yet quick step to their door. A pair of long arms immediately flung to her petite body, engaging her into a desperate rib-crashing embrace as soon as she pulled it open. She was about to scream, but got a whiff of that most familiar scent. Her most favorite scent. Chanyeol's.
"Yeol?" She asked appalled, and Chanyeol visibly trembled before her, loudly sobbing at the side of her head.
"Yeol, what..." She considered adding 'the hell' when he spoke out, or rather, cried out.
"Noona! Please don't leave me! Please don't break up with me! I need you! I love you! I'll die without you! Noona, please..." he whimpered without so much of a pause for breath and Dara almost believed that she was having some kind of a weird dream.
