I lounged upon the black leather couch in the apartment, my mouth hung open, and my head felt like it was being crushed slowly between to solid bricks. I groaned dramatically as Kyung (lead singer) walked into the lounge room.
He looked down at me and furrowed his dark brows. "... What's wrong?"
I grunted and slid off the couch and onto the soft carpet, almost lazily. "I'm so sick..."
Kyung chuckled. "Oh really? What is it, a head cold?"
"No! I've got the man flu!" I protested
Kyung laughed. "The man flu? That's hilarious. What's the man flu?"
"It's a deadly disease, and it can kill you. I can't go out and I have to stay in bed... with multiple trays of food by my bedside."
"I'd like to see you try get us to do that for you, Jaeho." Kyung said before grabbing his coat, grabbing an apple of the bench, taking a bite before heading to the door of the apartment. "Well, I'll see you later. I'll see if I can swing by the chemist and pick you up some drugs."
"Make sure they're expensive."
"Whatever dude," Kyung chuckled. "Later."
I coughed and sniffled, and in all honesty, it did sound a little dramatic... as if I were overreacting, but I wasn't. I swear. I was so sick.
Sooner than later, Kyun walked out. He wasn't wearing a shirt... and his pants were baggy and came just below his knees. He looked down at me as I lay on my back upon the fluffy dark blue carpet.
"What's your problem?" he asked as he rummaged through the small white fridge.
I sniffled, swallowed, and exhaled loudly as I rolled onto my back and gazed over at him. He took out a bottle of Poweraid (the blue one), and then shut the fridge and leaned against the kitchen counter. He watched me as I went to respond.
"... I'm sick." I stated
Kyun chuckled. "Oh, right. So you won't be able to come out for dinner tonight?"
I shook my head. "Nope. I'm not joking Kyun! I'm not!"
Kyun shrugged and took a sip of his drink. "I never said you were."
"... You were hinting on it."
Kyun laughed before standing up and grabbing a shirt off the ironing board. He threw it up, over his shoulder, and then headed back into his room. "Well, get better soon anyway."
I rolled my eyes as he descended back into the darkness of his room. My stomach rumbled, but I was too weak to get up and search for something to eat. I was really hungry... I mean, have you ever been SO hungry, that your stomach felt sore. Like, it hurts. It feels like it's... empty. No, like there's something inside my stomach that isn't supposed to be there. It wasn't agonizing, but it wasn't nice. It was irritating.
Soon after, Hyeong and Jeong strolled out. They were sharing a room, because there was only four rooms. Hyeong and Joeng are like brothers, so they didn't mind sharing. The rest of us were very... territorial, I suppose. We needed our own space. After all, we are together every other freaking second of the day. Which isn't a bad thing, but we do get sick of each other after a while.
"You look like shit." Jeong stated as Hyeong made his way over to the fridge. Every time I heard that fridge door open... my stomach would rumble even louder. It was very humiliating.
I was constantly sniffling, constantly wiping my nose with my hand, (gross, I know), and my nose was really starting to tickle. I didn't want to sneeze, my nose was runny. I've already done it once today.
"Are you sick?" Jeong asked
I nodded.
"Damn... stay away from me."
Hyeong punched Jeong's arm. "We'll get it anyway, we're in a small apartment together."
I turned my head away from them, and peered out the window at the dark grey morning sky. "Why did it have to hit today? I mean, I'd be fine with tomorrow... but no, it HAD to come when I had an important dinner on tonight. God."
"That wasn't even a remotely correct sentence." Jeong laughed
Hyeong glared at him. "Quite the asshole today, are we?"
Jeong shrugged and narrowed his eyes. "I'm just saying."
"Well, Joeng and I are going down to the Cafe. Wanna come with us?" Hyeong offered
I paused. "... There'll be a heap of people down there."
"... And? Dude, you're a K-Popstar. You stand in front of millions of people and huge crowds anyway. So how's the Cafe any different?"
I shrugged. "Because I'm sick. I look like shit."
"Well actually, Jeong's just an asshole. Don't listen to him. You've got a faint red colored face, other than that... your sniffling and shit's gonna give it away anyway. So, come or stay?"
"... Come." I said. "But once we've got food, we're getting the fuck out of there."
Joeng nodded. "I have to agree with Jaeho on that one."
Hyeong helped me up, and we headed out the door towards the Cafe on the first floor. We're on the third floor. Inside a Hotel. Just putting that out there...
