Make Me Forget - a Mark Fanfiction

Chapter IV - A Sick Day

"I knew it." I mutter lowly on the phone with Jackson.

"We'll go there later to help but he really is too much of a dependent turtle to survive until we get there, trust me." Jackson says and I knew the meaning of this.

Mark was sick and the six guys were having a photoshoot. Plus, his family lived in America which just made my situation so much better.

"Ok, I get it." I speak and feel Jackson smile in the call.

"Thanks. I really don't want it to get worse. Bye." he says, ending the call.

I sigh, letting my back fall onto the bed and close my fists, ready to get up and go.

On the way to the address Jackson gave me, I bought some stuff to help Mark recover. I was sure he was only eating junk food so I decided to buy some greens to make a soup, even though my cooking abilities were just average. Then, when I look at my phone to check the address and then at the door, I breathe deeply and my finger presses the button of his house.

"Hello?" I recognise the deep voice, now weak and almost disappearing.

"Woah, you sound bad." I chuckle. "It's me, let me in."

"Eu-Eunji-ah? W... What are you doing here?" he stutters.

"I'm here to help you. Now let me in, Mark, it's freezing outside." I say.

"Oh, sorry." he apologises awkwardly and the door opens. I get on the lift and, after some seconds of tapping my fingers with nervousness, his face appears, peeking out of his door. I notice his red face and pale legs and run to him, putting a hand over his forehead.

"What are you doing?!" I push him inside of the house. "Your forehead is burning! Go to bed!" I order him and his eyes dilate at my reaction. I enter his room with him and make Mark lay down on his bed, covering him with the sheets. I wet a kitchen towel on a water bowl and put it over his head. Then, after some seconds, I realise where I am. "Oh!" I feel my face blushing. "I shouldn't have entered your room like this! I'm sorry!" I scream, with my eyes closed, running to the door. A hand grabs mine and I turn around in surprise.

"It's okay." he mutters with his weak voice, and I sit down again. I remained there for some minutes, wetting the towel every thirty seconds with nervousness. At this point, my face was blushing so hard that I thought I was burning even hotter than him. Suddenly, the sound of a hungry growl invades the room.

I giggle. "Are you hungry?" I ask and he dilates his eyes.

"Yes! I mean, no! But, yes! No! Maybe?" he covers his face with the sheets and I chuckle.

"I'll make you something." I say, getting up and walking to the kitchen. I unpack my shopping bags and, with the greens I bought, I prepare a quick soup. After plating it on a bowl, I walk to his room and immediately rush to place it on a table after looking at him, suffering. He was trying to breathe, hastly, coughing and taking his hand to his chest. "Mark!" I run to him and, with a hand on his back, help him sit. I take a small pill and give it to him. He swallows it with water and I wet the towel again to put it on his head. I check his fever after some minutes and feel immediately relieved after seeing it has got down. Mark opens his eyes and smiles. "Think you can eat now?" I ask and he nods. He sits again on his bed and I blow on the spoon, giving it to him. He dilates his eyes and I raise one eyebrow. "Is it bad?" I ask.

Mark shakes his head. "No...!" he coughs and I giggle.

"That's good." I say and feel my heart skipping a beat as he looks into my eyes. "I... I think you should rest now." I manage to say between stuttering with embarrassment and he nods. I help him lay down again and, after some minutes, I poke his cheek and chuckle when I realise he's asleep. I stare at him for some seconds, that transformed into minutes and I didn't even notice that one hour has already passed. I check his fever and smile. It's gone down a lot. I rest my head on my crossed arms on his bed and caress his hand with my thumb. "Idols really are beautiful." I murmure. "He's so... Perfect." I mutter, getting hypnotized by his appearance. Then I get up and slap my forehead. "What are you saying?" I ask myself, hitting my forehead over and over for regretting saying those embarrassing things. Then I stop and look at him again. "But it's just the truth..." I confess and lean down to kiss his forehead. "Get better soon." I murmure as I look at the clock and realise it's time to go. I leave a note on his bedside table: Mark, I put the leftover soup on the fridge, you should eat it, it's healthy. Get better soon, alright? and cringe at how cheesy it looks. Then, after changing the towel once more, I open the door and close it after checking if I left anything here one last time. After closing the front door of the building, I sigh and close my fists. "Now?!" I yell at the six guys grinning in front of me.

"Sorry..." Jackson smiles innocently and I can't help but giggle at his forced expression.

"He's asleep." I say and smile at their dilated and shining eyes.

"Really?" Jaebum asks, surprised. "Good job!" he claps his hands and I chuckle.

"We can't do anything now, then." Yugyeom concludes and they nod.

"As a thank you, we'll walk you home!" BamBam grins cheerfully.

"Alright." I smile.