Game On (Monsta X Wonho/Hoseok)

7: Nurse Wonho

When I wake up the next morning, there's a pounding sensation in my head. It's hard for me to get ready for the day, because each small gesture I do seems to get me out of breath and dizzy.

I lean against my doorframe, trying to catch my breath. My backpack feels as if it's filled with bricks, even though it's almost empty.

Why am I so weak?

I try to steady myself and take a few steps when Hoseok walks out from his room, as cheerful as ever.

"Hey Yuna!" He grins, walking up to me. "Good morning! How did you sleep-"

He stops talking when I nearly fall over on top of him. His arm goes behind my back and his hand latches onto my upper arm, holding me up right.

"Woah, are you okay?" He asks, concern clearly lacing his voice.

I groggily shove myself off of him. "In fine," I keep my voice lively. "Don't worry about me."

I carefully walk down the stairs, taking note not to miss a step or trip. Once I'm safely down, I head out the door and go on my way to school.

The hallways are bustling as usual, and each person who passes me by nearly knocks me over. I finally manage to reach my locker, and I pull out a textbook, only for my grip to loosen, and I drop it.

It makes a loud noise through the hall and I quietly apologize to those around me. As I reach to pick it up, a hand beats me to it.

"I think you dropped this," A brown headed Kihyun smiles down at me as he brushes off the book. "Here you go."

"Thanks," I lightly smile, stuffing the book in my bag.

"But, uh," He leans in to get a better look at my face. "Are you alright? You're really pale."

"I'm good!" I smile brighter. "I'm only tired!"

I hide the grogginess I'm feeling with a fake smile and laugh.

"Oh, that's great!" He returns the grin. "I was just checking! You need to get some more sleep sometime, okay?"

I nod as he waves goodbye and walks off down the hallway. When he's out of sight, I let out a deep sigh, wishing that I was home resting.

Lunch is especially loud for some reason, and it makes my head pound even louder. I sit in between Hoseok and Jisung, and I pick at my pizza. I don't feel like eating it at all, so I just shove it in front of me, placing my head down on the cool table.

My head goes in between my crossed arms, desperately trying to block out the light and the loud noise.

"Yuna, are you sick?" I hear Jisung's usual motherly voice and I shake my head.

"She said she was tired," Kihyun informs her, and I can imagine her nodding.

"Hey, you should start going to bed earlier! Don't you know health is important?" She scolds me, and each word she shouts makes my head feel as if it's about to burst open.

My head shoots up from the table, startling everyone.

"Yes okay, I know I need to go to bed early, okay?" I snap to no one in particular. "No I'm not sick, I'm just tired okay? So I wish everyone would stop bothering me and being loud and just mind their own business!"

I suddenly stand up, throwing my backpack on my shoulder.

"I'm going home," I growl, angrily pushing my chair under the table.