I lifted my head to see Namjoon in front of the container. He opened the door and stepped inside. He gathered all the garments scattered around the floor on a blanket and huddled there. The chill came. As my whole body shook badly, I felt like I wanted to cry, but I couldn't even do that much.
When I opened the door and entered, Yoongi was standing on top of the bed. The train of the sheet was blazing on fire. At that moment, a wave of anger and fear that I could not contain enveloped me whole. I was not someone who could speak well. I was awkward at expressing my feelings and persuading someone else. As tears gathered and I began to cough, it became harder to speak. The only words I could spit out as I ran into the blaze was, "We said we'd all go to the sea together."
"Why are you like this? Did you have a nightmare or something?" Namjoon shook my shoulder and woke me up. Strangely enough, I felt safe. He laid his hand on me and said I had a fever. I felt like I did. The inside of my mouth felt like it was boiling, but I was intensely cold otherwise. I had a splitting headache and my throat hurt. I could barely take the medicine he gave me.
"Sleep more. Let's talk later." I nodded my head and then I spoke, "Would I be able to become an adult like you?" Namjoon turned to look at me.
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FanfictionAll the notes from HYYH The Notes in chronological order. These are not my translations, I simply typed them out, ordered, and compiled them for you to enjoy. :)
