𝘏𝘪. ➼ 𝘓𝘪𝘱𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭.

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I read a hyewon fic where hyejoo is sick soooo this chap might be a bit similar to that

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Jinsoul was dying.

Well, not literally dying. She just feels like she is with her awfully running nose and a fever that's practically boiling her alive.

She regrets with all of her heart staying in the rain drenched.

Jinsoul was so sure that she wouldn't get sick. She was so confident of her immune system not letting her down and have her weekly Netflix consumption every Saturday with Sooyoung now. Well, I guess we could say it said, "fuck it, you are going to lie in your bed for the whole day with a 101 degree fever and you can't do anything about it."

Jinsoul couldn't even breath with her nose and it sucks. She feels like shit. With how her mind is kinda running like how a toddler would, she blames Jungeun for this predicament of hers and thinks the younger girl owes her some food.

She sniffles pathetically, trying to reach over her tissue box and lets out disgusting amounts of the shit your mucous membrane craps out in the tissue she grabbed.

And since she still thinks like a fucking 5 year old, the fully grown woman chucks the tissue box across the room. Whining and complaining about why this was happening to her like a kid whose mom refused to buy them a lollipop. With an excessive amount of curses, note that since your child wouldn't wail out some fuck, shit, and ass while ranting about how bad of a guardian you are.

All these shouting and screaming got Jinsoul's head to hurt. Her limbs feel like noodles with how much she was flailing it for the past few minutes. Her throat is dry as fuck. And the thought of getting out of bed is gross.

Jinsoul hears someone knock on the door and she was about to check who it is until she remembered she actually chatted Jungeun to come over.

She panicks and quickly got up from bed, weakly putting on her jacket over her tank top before nearly stumbling on her tracks to their front door. She opens the door and revealed Jungeun holding a sealed bowl with both her hands. Jinsoul thought it was cute.

"You finally opened the door. Gosh, you look like a mess."

Jinsoul says nothing but stepped aside for Jungeun to go in. She slightly gets a sniff of the younger girl's perfume through her stuffed nose, and immediately regrets it when she snorted.

Jungeun laughs whole-heartedly at the kitchen isle. How she uses all of her face muscles to convey that emotion was really cute to Jinsoul. She almost cries at the sight. Or she may have shed a tear or two because how she handles emotions is on par with a child's.

"Haseul cooked some dakjuk for your pathetic ass," Jungeun transfers the still hot dish to a bowl she found at a cupboard, "she said to thank her later when you're not so snotty and miserable anymore."

"Who does she think she is? My mom?" Jinsoul prepares herself for launch and backhugs Jungeun. The latter flinched and her face went beet red.

Jungeun stopped whatever she was doing for a mere second, enjoying the feeling of Jinsoul's body pressing on her back for just a slight second, until she decided that it was enough. But it clearly wasn't. (She lowkey didn't want to catch her cold.)

She pries off Jinsoul's arms which was practically latched onto her waist and succeeded, her body already longing for the other girl.

"Go lie down and take these," she places some pills in Jinsoul's palm.

Jinsoul's brain, which was disorientated because of her fever, fails to function and speak out a reply and goes on autopilot, marching to her room.