Phone Call

Saranghae

Weeks.

It had been weeks.

And I still was not better.

I knew I wasn't going to be better for a while. I just prayed it wouldn't take too long. Unfortunately it was taking forever.

I avoided video calls with the guys and tried to cover up my sickness when Mindy came over. She still knew I wasn't well but to her I was much better than I was in actuality. I wouldn't have had her come over but I knew she was unlikely to catch what I had. She was safe.

PinkmonMon♡:
HEY BABE I MISS YOU AND YOU'RE A BEAUTIFUL HUMAN BEING AND I ♡ U~

I rolled my eyes. I could practically see Jimin typing this giggling his butt off.

Mememe:
Jimin I know it's you. Why do you have Namjoon's phone again?

PinkmonMon♡:
Whatttt? Ani I'm not Jimin. I'm bae.

Mememe:
Jimin where's Namjoon?

PinkmonMon♡:
I was told not to say anything but he's out right now. Left his phone again but he'll be back soon.

Mememe:
Umm okay?

PinkmonMon♡:
Do you know why Kookie has been sulking? It's super depressing.

I lied. Told Jimin no. With that the conversation ended and I didn't hear back from any of them for a good week and a half.

"Hon, I got some antibiotics for you."

I looked up from the my phone and smiled at my mom.

"Thanks Mommy."

My mother smiled at me wearily before handing me the bag. She noticed the hand in my phone.

"Still nothing?"

I shook my head sadly but held my smile.

"I'm sure he's working."

My mom patted my head. "He'll answer back eventually. Are you feeling okay? No relapses?"

I laughed it off. "No Mommy. I'm perfectly sane."

She smiled tightly but kissed my forehead.

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"I freaking knew it."

I rolled over on the couch and squeezed my eyes tighter. It's hot. I moaned and stretched out my arms over my head.

"Jesus..."

"Yah!"

"Mianhe.."

Who the hell...?

"How can she sleep like that?"

"It's not that hard."

"You would know."

Someone giggled at that.

Jiminie?

I felt something brush my head followed by a disapproving grunt.

Kookie? I must miss them a lot...

"I'll be back."

The touch left and was replaced by another. It was small and soft until it held the side of my face. I smiled softly to myself and grabbed his wrist.