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❛ i thought something terrible
had happened to you... ❜

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"mi!" misun called out to her sister from the bottom of the stairs in their house, "johnny's here, i'm leaving now!"

the sound of the slamming front door awoke miyong with a jolt.

her sister always did this.

every saturday, in order to wake miyong up, she would slam the door on her way out to her weekly weekend date with her boyfriend, as there was really no other sound in the world that could wake the girl up besides it.

or course this wasn't including her obnoxiously loud alarm that she would only allow to ring on weekdays.

miyong buried herself deeper inside her covers, the morning sunlight flooding quickly into her room.

as miyong came to her senses, an overwhelming burning sensation could be felt throughout her body from her head, between her throat, straight down to her stomach.

she felt sick.

letting out a loud — and painful — sneeze, miyong slumped back down onto the mattress, groaning in agony.

recalling last night, miyong realized she must have fallen asleep after watching the sun set.

having no memory of what occurred after, she assumed that mark had brought her home and dealt her off to misun to take care of.

she slapped her forehead in annoyance, as she knew that it was her fault she was feeling this terrible.

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watching the sun slowly fall to the ground, miyong let out a shiver, which caught mark's attention quickly.

"are you cold?" he asked, the girl shook her head immediately, "are you sure? come on, you look cold. take my jacket," he continued, ignoring the girl's reply.

"no, no, no, mark i'm fine," miyong said shaking her head once more, "i'm not a weakling, i can take on the cold." she said patting mark on the head, as his worried eyes flashed the shivering girl up and down.

"i don't believe you." he said, starting to take his jacket off.

miyong immediately grabbed his arm to stop him from continuing. "what's a little wind, anyways? i don't want you to get sick without a jacket. i already told you mark, i'm fine."

mark sighed and shook his head. he knew there was no point in arguing with the girl after she had made up her mind.

"don't say it's my fault then if you wake up with a cold tomorrow." he said jokingly, though deep down praying that she would be okay.

"pssshh... i'll be perfectly find tomorrow, stop worrying you freak."

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miyong cursed herself as she now knew that she should've listened to mark the night before.

how did he always just know?

she was glad that at least he wasn't the one who was sick.

pulling the duvet over her head, miyong tried her hardest to fall back asleep, hoping that the next time she woke up, she wouldn't feel this way anymore.

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a thundering series of bangs on the front door awoke miyong once again.

this time, she felt almost worse than she did a couple of hours ago when she first woke up.

a headache had blossomed around the back of her head, a fever already taking over. to add onto it all, her nose airway had been seemingly cut off, which meant she could barely breathe.

the thuds on the doors continued, yet miyong felt as if she couldn't move.

she knew misun had a key, so why was she knocking on the door? and so hard?

slowly stumbling out of bed, miyong tried her best to get to open her bedroom door.

except she couldn't.

miyong was so dizzy she had fallen straight down onto her hardwood floor the second she tried to take a step. she groaned, holding her head between her hands in pain, not hearing the sound of footsteps flying up the staircase.

her door immediately burst open, and to her shock, it wasn't misun.

the culprit immediately dropped down onto the ground next to miyong, a terrified look plastered over his face.

"miyong!" he said, grabbing the girl's hand, "what happened?"

miyong murmured in response, head spinning too quickly to try and reply to mark.

mark's right hand shot up to the girl's forehead, seeing as though her face was flushed pink, "oh mi, you have a fever..." he sighed, not letting go of the girl's hand.

"you had me worried sick," he said pursing his lips, "i thought something terrible had happened to you... i sent you about 25 texts, and i called you 18 times and you didn't pick up. i had to use the spare key under the doormat to get in. you know, you really should hide that key somewhere else."

miyong let out a weak smile, "sorry," she said, resting her head down on her own shoulder.

"this is definitely one of those 'i told you so' moments, you should've taken my jacket," mark frowned, looping his arm under miyong's, helping her stand, "but i literally can't stand seeing you feel like this, so i'll let it go."

he lifted the girl up slightly so she could get back onto her bed, waited until she was comfortable, before tucking her firmly into her covers so she was kept warm.

"thanks mark..." miyong's eyes fluttered open ever-so slightly, "i'll be okay from here."

mark furrowed his brow and shook his head, "in your dreams park miyong," he said, pulling miyong's desk chair towards the side of the bed, "i'm staying here until your fever is gone."

miyong grunted in annoyance, closing her eyes once more, feeling too sick to argue in return, as mark sat down on the chair beside her.

a small chuckle escaped mark's lips as gazed over at miyong tucked in bed, "this gives me déjà vu, i swear you were in the nurses office just three days ago... wednesday, was it? you keep getting yourself into these situations."

getting no response in return, mark realized that the girl had already fallen asleep. it must have only been seconds.

she must have really felt sick.

his eyes scanned over her gentle features, just as he had done so a few days ago when bringing her to the nurses office.

this time, miyong was fully bare-faced — without the slightest touch of makeup she typically put on. her hair was sprawled out all around her in all directions, but mark thought it was cute and added to her charm.

in all honesty, mark couldn't tell a difference from the way she looked regularly. he always thought she was beautiful either way.

taking his phone out of the pocket of his jeans, mark called a food delivery, and it arrived within a hour.

after thanking the delivery boy, he headed back upstairs into miyong's room and set the food bag down on her side table.

slowly stretching her arm outward for a stretch, miyong arouse from her sleep. "mark?" she whispered, seeing the boy fiddle with the bag.

"yes, mimi?"

"you're still here?"

"of course."

"what's that?"

mark untied the bag to reveal a bowl of steamy chicken noodle soup. according to him, it was the perfect antidote for people who were sick.

miyong bit her lip, "i'm not hungry."

mark raised his eyebrow. "you can't live on no food for a whole day, mi. do you know what time it is already? it's 5pm."

"oh."

reluctantly, with mark's help, the girl sat up in bed, reaching her arm out from under her covers to hold the bowl.

"hey, put your arm back," mark said sternly, "you'll get cold."

"how the hell am i supposed to eat then, dumbass?" miyong shot back staring mark down straight in the eyes.

clearly her sarcastic attitude did not disappear even while she was sick.

"easy," mark said with a sly smile, "i'll feed you."

before miyong could even begin to protest, mark had already shoved a spoon of chicken noodle soup into the noirette's mouth.

her ears flushed pink, and it definitely didn't go unnoticed by mark. he laughed at her flustered state, continuing to carefully spoon-feed her like a child.

from then on, the two played games and watched movies together while sitting in miyong's bed. miyong's fever slowly faded away as the two laughed and made memories through the night.

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a/n !

here's the ybwm update you cuties who replied to my message board wanted <3 it's a slightly longer chapter too so i hope you enjoyed it :')

also i realized that i have been calling everyone and everything cute lately 😩 i'm back in my "omg cute" phase