Chanyeol's Epic Fail (not mine)

Flu

“I hate you,” I moan at Sehun.

“Stop complaining Chanyeol, you know you like the attention.”

“I’d much rather just sit here blogging if that’s OK.”

“No. You need to get off that computer. You won’t get better if you sit there staring at a screen all day!”

“Ugh,” I grumble.

Sehun turns and closes the door behind him, my laptop sitting sadly in his arms. I can hear it crying for me.

Oh, so now inanimate objects are talking to you? Alert! Alert! We’ve got a fruitcake over here.

Stupid brain.

Stupid roommate.

Sehun had decided to come back from dance practice one day without a skip in his step. Oh no. Sehun was not happy, he was in fact a very grumpy human being.

At first I thought it was his time of month, but then I remembered he’s a member of the male species.

Nope. He had the flu. Influenza.

He was fucking diseased.

And my amazingly poor immune system couldn’t handle his snot covered tissues and sneezing and coughing and moaning and stupid chicken soup.

As expected, within two days I was bed-ridden.

“Sehunah~, don’t bring him over!” I shout at the door.

“Don’t you want Byun Baekhyun to nurse you better?” Sehun asks.

“I hear that condescending smile in your voice!” I grumble loudly.

Since when is someone NOT condescending to you?

“SHUT THE FUCK UP BRAIN!”

“LANGUAGE!”

About half an hour later, Sehun decides to wheel me out of my room and into the living room so I can better spread my germs around.

Sehun decides that the best thing to do is stick some rubbish movie in the DVD player and leave me sitting on the lounge, under a blanket, with a box full of unused tissues.

…Soon to be a sea of tissues all over the blanket.

“Why in fuck’s name am I watching Twilight?”

You swear a lot more when you’re sick.

“No fucking way, brain. I fucking swear when I’m fucking sick? No fucking way.”

“CHANYEOL!”

I scowl at Sehun as he opens the door for Baekhyun to walk into our apartment.

I do not want Baekhyun to see me in such a state.

I am not wearing my nice clothes.

I am sitting in a sea of snot-covered tissues.

My nose and eyes are red and puffy from sneezing and not much sleep.

Also, I feel as fat as a beached whale despite not having eaten anything for about three days without throwing it back up again.

Wow, you’re disgusting when you’re sick.

Thanks fucking brain.

“Here’s the princess,” Sehun points to me.

“I’m sick of his whining and rubbish. Thanks for coming over and looking after him.”