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It's times like these where I wish I knew more people at uni. Like, people I can just call to hangout, or help me carry a twenty-year-old man home. But I don't even know where his home is.
I hear a chime, the sound a phone makes when a text message is received, and after checking my own phone, even though it is set on vibrate, I realize that it must be coming from Taehyung's phone.
I've never looked at his phone before.
It feels strange to have it in my hand while he dozes soundly in my lap. I'm surprised when my finger easily slides it open, with no password or anything. I always must have a password on mine, even though there's nothing particularly embarrassing on my phone. So does that mean Taehyung has nothing to hide on his?
The text message that appears on the screen is from someone called ChimChim💕. The message is just a photo of the cutest calico kitten behind a glass, with the caption Should I buy it? 😆
Who is this? I wonder. Then my heart skips a beat. Is it a girl? I stare at the contact name, with the heart emoji. ChimChim...is that a nickname? It could be a girl...
I glance at the sleeping boy, appearing even more sweet and innocent with his eyes closed. No, it can't be a girl. He doesn't have other female friends...does he?
Aish, why am I even worrying about this? It seems like I completely forgot about the situation at hand, or rather, on my lap. I have no choice but to wake him up.
"Hey, Tae-tae," I ruffle my fingers through his soft locks, leaning over to whisper. "Wake up, Taehyung."
He remains asleep, or should I say knocked out, and judging by the immense heat radiating from his head, he is still feverish, shivering slightly as a cool wind blows. We can't stay here any longer.
I frantically scroll through his contacts, searching for someone who can help. And then one name catches my eye. Namjoon.
"Hello?"
The voice that answers sounds thick, as if he is chewing something, and I sigh in relief. He must be on his lunch break.
"Hey, Namjoon? It's Aria."
"Aria? Why do you have Taehyung's phone? Did something happen to him?"
He sounds so genuinely concerned, just like a true hyung, so I explain to him the situation and he hangs up after assuring me that he'll be there in two minutes. And he wasn't lying.
"Oh, man, poor guy," Namjoon sighs when he sees Taehyung, curled up and burning up. "Have you tried waking him up?"
"He doesn't respond," I reply.
"Let me try, then," Namjoon crouches before Taehyung, poking his cheek. Taehyung flinches, furrowing his brow and grunting softly. Namjoon does it twice more, eliciting the same response every time, and I stifle a giggle. "Interesting," Namjoon frowns slightly, dimples piercing, before standing up to his full height. He looks at me. "You said you have to go home, right?"
