Chosen One (TaeNie, NamJen, YoonNie)

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A:    Lost Memories is under heavy editing. After that series, I'll put this whole series on the same situation. Just saying. Oh, and that will occupy the half hour of my updating hours...everyday.

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- Taehyung

"Taehyung?"
        I heard a weak, sick voice which made me woke myself from a light sleep.

"Mm?"
      I hummed and immediately examined her image.

She is looking very ill.
Her back is slouched, eyes are hooded, cheeks are blushing yet lips are pale.

"Why?"
        I asked and approached her. I sat on the bed beside her.

"You need anything? Want anything?"
        Second question...

"I want to go back to the dorm. I can't sleep."
         She answered with pleading eyes.

Her eyes are red as well, a sign that her body is really hot.

"But you still have a fever, I don't want to drive you back there, you might get tired more."
         I refused and protested, cupping her face to feel the hotness of her body.

She closed her eyes for a moment...

"Please..."
        She pleased...

"I also don't want to be a burden here. You just invited me randomly without any plans, it's not like you need to keep me here and take care of me. Or just ask my manager to come for me if you'll have your time here."
         She still has that rational mind despite of being sick.

"No, I'll drive you back. Let me just prepare."
          I stated and had decided.

It would be better if I'll take the responsibility, I'm the one who took her here, then I shall be the one to bring her back to their dorm.

She lied down back as I started preparing...
Few minutes and I'm done.

I went to my desk and wrote a letter.
Then I motioned her to go up and walk with me.

We went downstairs to the dinning room.
I left a message patched on the door of the refrigerator.
Then, I was about to guide her but then I saw her collapsing on her feet...

"Jennie..."
         I was able to catch her.

"I really can't bring you back if you're like that."
          I stated, a little frustrated but more worried.

"Hmm."
         She groaned, as if something is painful on her body.

"Jennie?"
         I felt her hand reaching my collar.

She tried standing up with her left strength...
But her hands are still supporting herself by gripping on my shoulder.

"Oh, Tae."
        Until my Mom came, wearing a sleeping gown with Dad behind her.

"What happened?"
         Dad asked.

"She insisted to go back to their dorm but when we got here to leave my message on the fridge, she almost fell down."
         I explained and I felt her shifting, trying to stand by her own.