𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 ✘

11

"joongie, its almost 3pm you need to wake up." a familiar voice spoke, as they started to push hongjoong's body. "go away mom, i'm sick."

the voice started laughing, and that's when he realized it wasn't his mom. he lifted his head up and finally opened his eyes to see who it was. "does my voice sound that feminine to you?" yeosang asks, sounding offended.

hongjoong rubbed his eyes before looking at his friend again. "yeosang, what are you doing here? how did you get in?" yeosang smiled, "your mom let me in, and i wanted to check on you since you didn't show up to school the day before yesterday, and you haven't been answering my texts again today." hongjoong hums in response, patting a spot next to him for yeosang to join him on the bed.

yeosang sat down, before holding hongjoong's hand. "what's going on lately? i've seen you skip school days and ghost us, but it's happening too often. tell me, joongie."

hongjoong thought for a moment, before fake pouting. "i've had the flu a lot this year and i haven't had enough money to get a shot!" he lied, crossing his arms. yeosang laughed once more at his friend, before glancing down at hongjoong's arm. he had a hoodie on, but part of it was slipping and part of his bandages could be seen. yeosang knowing exactly what it was, looked somewhere else.

"joongie!" yeosang complained before wrapping hongjoong in a warm hug. "please take better care of yourself, i love you too much for you to be sick like this. it hurts my heart." yeosang says, pulling away to fake his sad pain as he pointed to his heart. "haha, very funny, lets not go all soft on me now, okay?" hongjoong smiles sheepishly, nudging yeosang's arm lightly. "okay, okay." yeosang agrees, lifting himself off the bed. "have you eaten yet today?"

hongjoong was about to think, before realizing that he had just woken up and it was now 3pm. "of course, just some dino nuggets in my sleep, nothing too big you know?" hongjoong jokes, causing yeosang to snort. "i'll take that as a no, so once i leave please eat! it'll make me happy."

hongjoong hums softly in response again, waving at yeosang once he left his room. even though he was happy that yeosang visited, he became annoyed that his friend had forgotten to close the door. so, he got himself out of bed to close the door, before plopping back down onto his mattress.

though eating would make yeosang "happy", hongjoong really had no appetite and ended up eating nothing more than a granola bar.

today was a depressing day for him, as he felt like absolute trash on the side of the street. maybe if he hopped inside one of the garbage cans outside, the garbage trucks will crush him up and take him where he belongs.

he shook his head at the thought, before hiding under his covers like the vampire he is. he drifted off into another sleep, and didn't know when he would wake up next. his thoughts already getting the best of him, so he decides to sleep them off today in hope that they'll stop.

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i really like this chapter though-