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CHAPTER EIGHT headache.
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(m/n) managed to take himself to the place that taeyong had told him to meet up at. with johnny still out 'buying his medicine', it was pretty easy to leave their house.
he sighed, wrapping himself in his way-too-oversized sweater. it wasn't even too cold, he just felt a couple degrees cooler due to his condition.
"(m/n)?" a voice called from his right, so he turned to look at the person. "hey, i'm taeyong."
(m/n)'s mouth decided to betray him. "wow, you're hot as fuck."
taeyong laughed. "thanks, i try."
(m/n)'s cheeks reddened once he heard taeyong say those words. he realized that he was thinking out loud and covered his mouth. "s-sorry, i wasn't thinking." he stuttered.
"it's okay," taeyong reassured, smiling. "i like a good compliment."
(m/n) giggled, causing taeyong to instinctively ruffle his hair. almost immediately, the (h/c) haired male felt an extreme pain in his head, causing him to whimper and grab onto his hair.
taeyong panicked slightly. "did i do it to hard?" he asked softly. "i'm sorry, i must've been too excited. you look so adorable, i can't hold myself."
(m/n) shook his head, ignoring his blush as his head was starting to hurt more. "n-no, it's not that," he sighed. "you know how i said i wasn't feeling well?"
taeyong nodded.
"um, i guess it's back to kick my ass for not staying at home."
taeyong chuckled at the way the younger had phrased it, but nonetheless he grabbed (m/n)'s wrist and began to drag him somewhere. (m/n) panicked, thinking that taeyong was going to do something to him, but he couldn't bother. his head hurt too much.
with every step he took, it felt as if someone had punched his brain. (m/n) let a whimper past his mouth, which caused taeyong to stop abruptly and turn towards him.
"it hurts when you walk, doesn't it?"
(m/n) nodded weakly, his vision becoming blurry. taeyong walked closer to him and bent down, looking into (m/n)'s droopy (e/c) eyes. "look, i know we just met, but i feel like i should just carry you before you faint. you okay with that?" he asked.
(m/n) could only manage another nod, not trustin himself to speak. almost immediately, he felt himself being lifted up into a strong hold. he snuggled into taeyong's chest as he shivered from the cold.
taeyong looked down at him. the younger's face was pale, and his breathing was ragged. he was whimpering a few times, the sound tugging at taeyong's heart.
