cold coffee.

ch. 6

The next day was cold. 

I felt exponentially more grey

and bitter.

Crawling out of my bed 

I called in sick to work. 

quickly after, I took my temperature. 

37.7 C

great.

I zombied my way back to my bed and

 flopped onto it lifelessly. 

I must've gotten sick from the rain the day

before. I thought. 

I remember the pit of dread in my stomach

when I realized I wouldn't be able to see you. 

I thought about you until I fell back into a restless sleep. 

I was awoken by my phone ringing loudly next to me. The contact name 

read "Jeonginnie<3". Definitely your doing. 

I cleared my throat and answered.

"Hello?" I cringed at how crackly my voice sounded. 

"Chan? Are you okay? You sound sick."

"I am, but I'm fine. What's up?" 

"I was going to ask if you wanted to get lunch, but never mind that now."

I laughed a little and coughed quickly after. 

"Send me your address." 

"Why?" My face flushed, not from the fever. 

"I'm going to come make you what my mom would make me

when I was sick. Just send me your address, you can't change my mind." 

"I don't want to get you sick Jeongin." 

"If I do, you can repay me by doing the same, okay? now just send the address."

sighing, I quickly texted him my address,

"Perfect, I will be there shortly." 

and he hung up. 

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