Dear Best Friend | 김태형

Sick || Chapter thirty-two

After you'd discovered that you were in fact not only painted in hickeys, but you were indeed showing them off in dance class, some sort of notion fell over you as it felt as though you'd throw up at any time.

You left the changing room, gathering your things quickly as nausea surely consumed you. Bypassing the canteen, you made your way to another corridor before the office was in sight.

There were no windows in most of the corridors, except when you enter the office, you noticed it was heavily snowing outside.

"Hi, Miss L/N?" The lady at the reception raised her brows at you as you waited, mindlessly staring at the snow. "Oh, hi," You recollected your thoughts.
"How can I help?" She asked, and you explained you weren't feeling well, and you wanted to sign out.

"Oh, dear, you do look very pale. Here," she commented as she slid the book over to you. "Do you think you'll be in tomorrow?" She asked, "I'm not sure, most likely." You answered, in which she smiled. "Get well soon, dear."

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Nobody was home when you entered the front door and heaved your way to your bed.

Covers on, it was too hot.
Covers off, it was too cold.

Time seemed to be dragging by also, as your head pounded at each second passing.

3:33p.m.

School ends in 30 minutes.
Taehyung would be walking home alone today.

It would have probably been a good idea to text them and let them know, but your phone was buried deep inside your bag which you dropped by the doorway to your room, and everytime the thought came to go pick it up, it seemed like your stomach was threatening to empty it's contents if you so much as moved an inch.

Closing your eyes again, you winced as your stomach rumbled.

What do you want!? Food or no food!?

After laying there, staring at the white ceiling for what seemed to be hours, you were sure your imagination was playing tricks on you, forcing you to remember the scenario in which you proudly showed off your hickeys to your whole class.

Creak.

There was a creak from downstairs, you were sure of it.

Another one.

Is someone downstairs? Did I lock the door?

Paranoia got the best of you, as you feared one of two things.

One: a thief was in to murder you and steal all your valuable possessions (which mainly consisted of your phone and laptop)

Two: Taehyung was creeping about, worried as you didn't show up the rest of the day.

That means, he would see the marks on your neck.

Fuck it.

You threw yourself out of bed quickly to grab your bag, only to feel your light head throb and your vision go black momentarily. Thankfully, you didn't throw up as you dug through to find the stick of concealer and your phone.

Hastily applying the concealer to all the areas blindly, you were sure it was covered up properly by the time the creaks from below subsided and began for the staircase.

So I wasn't paranoid, someone really is inside, you thought as you heard foot after foot pace their way up the case and along the corridor, nearing your room.