signed | choi seungcheol

➢fourteen

-Jiyeon-

I sighed as I sat down next to Woozi in the studio and pulled out my computer. As I listened to the members take turns singing and getting yelled at, I started putting together some parts to the magazine. It was quite stressful to think how I could make the magazine appealing.

I was so into my thoughts, I didn't even hear Woozi calling my name. I felt him poke my shoulder and then point towards the window between the recording room and studio.

"Ji, you better listen carefully. Tell that producer I'm doing it right." Seungcheol yelled. I rolled my eyes and mumbled, "Ji? What?"

"Just ignore him, no way we can get better if I don't help him improve." I nodded as Seungcheol yelled across the speakers, "What did you guys say? Tell me!"

I sighed and went back to work as Woozi went back to recording. I stayed in the room even after the others finished recording. Soon it was almost time for dinner and we had to head back.

I went over to their practice room to fetch Yubin and call Seungcheol so we could go back. 

"Unnie, what's dinner?" Yubin asked.

"You'll see." I smiled at her, then I turned to Seungcheol, "You're driving." and I tossed him the keys as he grumbled.

As soon as we got back I hurried to the kitchen to start something, hoping Yubin wouldn't get hungry too quickly. The heat from the oven spread across the kitchen and soon I was sweating like crazy. I sighed as I started cutting the green onions, getting my eyes all teary.

"Hey." Seungcheol blurted as I turned around and wiped my tears, "Are you crying?"

"No," I sniffled, "I'm cutting onions."

He rolled his eyes and walked over. I gasped at his sudden action, his arms around my waist, his warm chest against my back. His hands crawled over mine and controlled my arm movements.

"You might know how to cook but you certainly don't know how to cut it correctly." He positioned the knife straight above the onion, "I don't get how someone could cry from a green onion."

His motion was smooth and strong, but I couldn't pay attention, for his warm breath was blowing against my ear.

"Uh, I think I got it." I murmured. He let go of my hands and walked away like nothing happened,"Cook properly."

I groaned and went back to cooking. I felt my head starting to hurt and my hands starting to feel numb but I finished up anyways.

I hurried and set up the table and went back to grab the dishes. I grabbed two of the side dishes as my head started to feel heavy. I groaned as I tried to put the dishes down but my whole body became numb. Before I knew it, I blacked out.

xxxxxx

-Seungcheol-

I heard a loud clash of the sound of plates and Yubin and I rushed down stairs. Jiyeon was on the floor, out black, the dishes splattered on the floor. [play TRACK 6]

"Yubin stay aside." I said as I pointed to at the couch, "Go sit there and be a good girl."

I walked over slowly, making sure I wouldn't step on the shards of the broken plates. Jiyeon's face was all wet from sweat. I felt her forehead and retreated as quickly as possible, she was burning up with a big fever.

I reached for my phone and called Jun, luckily he picked up,"Jun, hurry up and come over to our place. Key is under rug. Jiyeon needs to get to hospital. Yubin's mom is going to pick her up, give her some food from the fridge. Hurry over, I'm going to the hospital." and I hung up without waiting for him to say anything. I threw Jiyeon over my shoulder and walked out the kitchen.

"Yubin-ah. Wait here, I'll be back." I smiled, "Don't move or else you won't get your candy. I'm watching you." she nodded and turned on the tv, watching some kids show. 

I rushed out and placed Jiyeon in the passenger seat. I started the engine and drove out the drive way. As I pass an intersection, I caught a glimpse of Jun giving me a thumbs up as he drove by. I dialed Jun's number through my car and got him on, "Hurry over, there are shards from the plates on the floor and I don't want Yubin to touch them." and I hung up again as I sped past a red light.

But I slammed the breaks as I was stopped by the car in front of me. I slammed my fist on the side of the steering wheel, as if it would turn the light green by force. I groaned out of frustration as I turned the ac on high. 

"You idiot. I knew there was something wrong with your body heat."