Taekook - Operation: Then I'm Yours

Taekook- Operation: Then I'm Yours 22

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Blurry vision. It was the first time . . . I experienced really bad blurry vision.

The atmosphere was hot and choking. I had sweat running down the sides of my face. I was coughing and gasping. Although the room was hot, my body temperature was cold.

"Nnghh . . ."

I was finally able to put an image in front of me. I was in my room. It was dimmed, but not dark. It was both hot, and freezing.

I blinked a few times. My eyes were still watery from crying. I only remembered blacking out. My body was on something soft, so I assumed I was on my bed. Blankets too hot, body too cold.

"Help . . ."

Someone came walking through the door.

"Hey."

I looked up.

"Jung-hyun . . . what happened five minutes ago?" I asked.

"If by five minutes ago you mean your blackout, then I think you mean three hours ago."

My eyes widened.

"What happened?" I asked with my head hitting the pillow. "And it's really hot, but still cool."

I started taking off the blanket.

"Wait," Jung-hyun said, pulling the blanket back up. "You stressed yourself out and got a fever."

I didn't think that was possible, but here I am.

"Is Taehyung okay?" I asked, turning my head to face him.

"I don't know. But we could get a phone call."

Jung-hyun brought a chair by my side. I saw his hands come up with a wet towel. He placed it on my forehead. It was refreshing.

"You, stay here. You're going to be more sick if you don't take a breather."

"I just want . . . to get to Taehyung," I said weakly.

"I know, but rest for now. We'll talk about it later little brother."

I sighed. It was a sigh of relief.

"Why are you here Jung-hyun?"

"Hm?"

"You have an apartment not to far, and yet you stay here. Why?"

He chuckled.

"I couldn't leave my brother in his senior year. It's tough."

I blinked. My eyes closed.

"I'm glad you're on my side."

"I'm always on your side."

And that was the last thing I heard him say before passing out once again.

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I woke up an hour later. My appa would be coming home from work, and my eomma would be coming back from the police station I bet.

I was washing my face in the washroom. Jung-hyun's door was open, so I could see him reading on his bed.

Then all the sudden, the front door opened and closed. I dropped the towel in the sink. I looked toward Jung-hyun. He was shaking his head, pleading. Obviously I wouldn't listen, so I started heading on the staircase.