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SICKNESS

Her stomach churned, as her color in her face paled. Gripping the material of her pants on her knees she sits on the ground of the bathroom floor, bile crawling up her throat.

The nauseating feeling had grown as the day went on. She tried to settle it with medicine but her stomach continued to twist and the unsettling feelings wouldn't subside.

From her breakfast to her bond she wondered where her sickness came from. She hoped it wasn't the latter although.

She shivered as her face was on fire, her stomach cramping with every breath she took. Front pieces of her hair falling in her face.

One more churn in her stomach sent the bile pushing upwards escaping her mouth and she clung to the toilet for stability.

After a few cycles of heaving, she found enough strength to flush down her stomach contents from the bowl, getting out of the stall where mirrors and sinks lined on the opposite side.

Her appearance mocked at her, her hair messily covering some of her faces as her skin lost most of its color and a sheen of sweat lined on top of it.

She took strides over, the automatic faucet turning on as her hands went to it, washing them thoroughly then drying them off. She pushed her hair out of her face as the nauseous feelings, although less prominent still lingered.

The air shifted as she stepped out of the bathroom, now cooler and fresher. She kept trudging to her office, hoping she could make it there before another spell of sickness washed over.

She kept her mouth closed stiffly, scared bile would somehow travel up if she opened it. Once in her office, where the fluorescent lights were dimmer, she sat in her chair; inhaling deeply.

It was a few moments before she got a text, a response from her earlier request to take the rest of the day off. It was a message that she could leave early, although it obviously would take some of her sick time she didn't care, she was ready to wallow in bed to hopefully subside the sickness.

Using her dwindling energy she collected her things, leaving as fast as she could to reduce the likelihood of throwing up there again.

In the car she drove quietly, the sound of the radio turned to zero as she anxiously stared ahead. The silence in the car soon evaporated as the car alarmed her from an incoming phone call.

Pressing to answer, she didn't check the caller id, not caring who was on the other line of the phone. That was until the voice spoke, "Are you okay?"

His voice, laced with honey sent her heart to flutter as she recalled her conversation with Jihoon and even the events from the early morning. Although calm and somewhat excited the waves of nauseating pain radiated.

She gulped before answering, "I think 'hello' is supposed to come first but I'm heading to my house." There was a conversation on the other line but it was too quiet for her to understand what was being said.

"Are you feeling okay though? I'm getting this uncomfortable feeling," Jungwoo asked, worry spiking in his voice.

"I'm sick, do you think when you're done with work you could just go to my house? I don't have enough energy to drive to yours," She mumbled as bile rose in her throat, she made a left turn into her apartment complex.

"You're sick? Do you need me to go there now?" He questions as his voice strayed away sounding more distant.

"No no it's okay," She mumbled again as she sat parked outside, turning off the car the line disconnects making her put her phone to her ear.

Getting out of the car she locks it, practically dragging herself to the stairs as he spoke, "Are you sure?" He asked, still underlying worry lacing his words.

She took in his words of concern, feeling warm from him being worried about her, but what she didn't know was there were other reasons why he was worried. And he wouldn't tell her those at this point.

"Yes," she said, unlocking the door of her apartment, warmth hugging her as the room looked inviting. She set her things down as her stomach contorted making her use the wall beside her for stability, carelessly words fell out of her mouth once she recovered from the wave of light-headedness.

"Woo, can we bring Sora to your place?"

Her simple words falling out of her mouth made Jungwoo's heart leap, an exciting feeling washing over him as he collected himself in the backseat of Yuta's car, "Of course, I'll come to get both of you after my shift ends," He breathed out as he tried to fight a blossoming smile.

From the front of the car, Ten listened and watched his younger coworker from the rearview mirror, seeing Jungwoo light up made him shake his head slightly.

She hummed out, feeling better from the new plan as she slid herself under the covers of her bed, feeling comforted by them. Sora lied at the bottom of the bed snuggly as Jungwoo promised, "I'll call you when I'm on my way."

"I might not be awake if I don't answer the passcode is 1015," She finally said as he sent his goodbye, as he reached his next destination the line went dead.

Sleep itched at her as she lazily dropped her phone off the bed space beside her. She fell asleep not even noticing the matted black envelope on her counter that wasn't there in this morning.

new chapter! honestly my motivation has hit rock bottom even though i have so many ideas