Hwasun One shots

Sick

Hyejin woke up with a splitting headache. A sneeze tore through her before she was even properly roused awake. As much as she wanted to lie in bed forever, the blinding light from the sun was not helping. She used the pillow to shield her eyes from the harsh afternoon sun because she was too lazy to get up to pull the curtains. The running tap above her mouth was leaking terribly. Letting out a frustrated sigh, Hyejin sat up in bed feebly. She rubbed her tired eyes as they adjusted to the bright light. Dragging herself to the toilet to wash up, she made sure to avoid the mirror.

Yongsun stood up, immediately turning her attention from the television towards the stairs. The older was right by Hyejin's side before the brunette acknowledged the presence of a guest at home without her knowing. The marbled floor proved slippery for Hyejin's current state and she clung on tightly to Yongsun's jacket. Her concern that the older would find her disheveled at her face free of makeup, thrown away. Yongsun was too happy that she was able to have Hyejin so close to care about her looks.

Yongsun sat Hyejin on the chair by the dining table and served her a bowl of porridge. The brunette stirred the porridge with a soup spoon with her head resting on her hand on the table.

The older set two tablets of aspirin alongside a glass of water for the brunette once she had filled her stomach. She took out the ingredients she to prepare chicken soup.

Hah, chicken soup of love.

Yongsun hummed as she opened the cupboard for a decent pot. A few distances away, Hyejin hummed along with her eyes closed. A memory crossed her mind as she started taking small mouthfuls of her food.

The older brought the fresh chicken away from her when some unknown liquid splashed at her as tore away the wrapper.

"Okay... Okay..." Yongsun looked back to the chicken and then back to the crumpled piece of paper with instructions. "Wha-" The older scratched her head in confusion as struggled to understand her own handwriting. It took her awhile to process that she was using the same hand that handled the chicken to scratch at her head.

She looked at the stove and took the gas gun to light the stove. The flame flared up abruptly and Yongsun stumbled back in fear. Next, Yongsun set a pot of water atop the fire and took a clean bowl to fill more water by the sink. She watched the pot closely for any sign of bubbles. A watched pot never boils. Yongsun covered the pot and went out to check on Hyejin.

The brunette was lying her head on her stretched hand on the table, the bowl of half-eaten porridge now cold but the medicine was taken. Yongsun scooped Hyejin up easily and she protested. She refused to let Yongsun treat her weakly and insisted to be placed at the couch than in her bedroom. The pot cover clanged against the pot just as Yongsun was about to join Hyejin on the couch.

Yongsun got up abruptly only to knock her knee against the coffee table in the narrow space, gritting her teeth she made her way to the kitchen. She grabbed the pot cover and threw the cover on to the countertop to protect her fingers. At a lost, she threw the pieces of chicken into the pot and look for her piece of paper.

The piece of paper that dropped into the boiling pot was enough for Yongsun to start her tirade of swear words. She found a fork in the cutlery drawer and fished out what seemed to be half of the paper. Yongsun wondered if ink was safe for consumption. The other half of the paper was still missing.

Without the paper, she had forgotten about the remaining steps to prepare the soup. Yongsun peeked out of the kitchen to find Hyejin surfing the television for a suitable channel. As if on instinct, Hyejin turned towards Yongsun. The leader gave her best nothing-is-wrong smile. Pacing around the kitchen, Yongsun tapped her finger on her chin as she tried to recall what condiments Yonghee used.