Its all my fault!

Chapter 7

MinYoung's POV

Today I have college and I don't feel good...

(Bang Bang Bang)

My phone rang. Yeah. It's the BaNg bang bang ringtone.

"Yeobseyo?" I said through the line.

"Hi! It's me. Kyungsoo. And your voice is not quite okay. Are you sick?" He asked.

"Yeah. I think.*cough* And I think I won't go to class. Oppa won't let me. And now he is going to work." I said weakly.

And I just finished showering and I hair was still damp. And I wore long cotton pants with a black t-shirt

"MinYoung!" I heard oppa called.

"Yes! *cough* Coming!" I went down stairs and saw oppa onnthe way too work.

He placed his palm on my forehead.

"What did you do until you're sick like this?" He flicked my forehead.

"Yah. Don't treat your dongsaeng like that. I've done my assignment a day ago in a cold night raining. It's so cold that night. I think so that is why." I explained smiling like and idiot.

"Pabo. I'm going to work. Just help yourself with tv or something. Food in fridge. Medicine too. I'll be going. Love you. Take care dongsaeng-ah." He said as he pats my head and head out.

"What an oppa I have..." I mumbled to myself. I went upstairs. I felt like I'm in a tub of ice in the winter days but it's spring now.

After a 30 minute nap...

I felt a hand caressing my cheek. Could it be oppa? But he's in work.

I opened my eyes and saw Kyungsoo. I was shocked. HOW COULD HE BE IN THE HOUSE? IN MY ROOM?! I bet it's oppa's idea.

"How you came in?" I asked rubbing eyes trying to get up. But it seems so difficult to get up, I feel so weak.

"Ah.." I whined in pain.

"Don't move. Just sit in bed. You even can't get up. Just stay put. I will go and make what sick people eat." He sat.

I still want to go to the living room. It's boring here in this purple coloured room.

I get up and end up at the edge of the bed.

"See I can st-" my words to Kyungsoo were cut by my feet tumbling and fall.

And I groaned in frustration. Why do my legs are weak in this times?

"Kyungsoo. Just go and cook. I can handle this myself." I said to him.

"Come here. I'll bring you down stairs. I know you are bored staying in your room. Although your room have laptop, speaker, a good view through the window." He said and put his arms under my legs and on my upper back.

"Yah! What are you doing?!"

"Carrying you pabo! Hurry!" He instructed.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and he carried me. The first guy that carried me like this other than oppa because I'm sick.

He placed me on the couch and gave me the remote.

"Watch anything you want I'll me cooking and you can eat your medicine." He said like my omma.

"You speak like my omma." I said to him.

He just smiled and went to cook.

I was a bit bored, so I decided to watch Miracle in cell number 7.