sick - im jaebum

three

subin felt bad. she didn't know that she was doing anything that would affect jaebum in anyway. she understood why he thought not feeling anything was cool now. it was because he felt everything.

"if you don't want to sleep right next to the window, i can sleep there. i don't know if the sunlight bothers you," she told him.

instead of giving her a warm smile like she was expecting, jaebum threw his stuff on the bed she just offered. with a huff, subin transferred her sheets to the unused bed right by the window.

"do you wanna tell me about the other guys and what's wrong with them or what?" jaebum said exasperatedly.

subin turned to him and raised her eyebrow. "excuse me? that's not my job."

"the nice doctor lady you were supposed to show me around. i'm assuming that means to teach me things too. so," he held his arms out in front of him, waiting for subin to talk.

with a sigh, subin flopped on her bed, and started explaining everyone and their disorders. jaebum wasn't listening intently. he was too busy watching her lips moved, her thighs flex whenever she shifted her movements, how she would scrunched her eyes up when she tried to find a word to say.

"youngjae, he's got turrets, right?" jaebum asked and subin nodded. "does he ever blurt out of ridiculously hot you are?"

"no. he mostly calls me a fucking cunt. are you sure you have a textile disorder and not a bipolar disorder?" subin asked, noting his sudden shift from annoyance to flirting.

"i don't have to enjoy your presence to admit that you're hot."

"my cold dead heart almost fluttered, jaebum," subin deadpanned.

the boy shrugged, brushing off dust on his shoulder like he actually accomplished something.