The next day after school, Taeyang came up to you.

"~~~~~-ah!" he shouted.

You turned around.

"Oh, Taeyang-sshi, how may I help you?" you asked.

"Don't call me Taeyang-sshi, call me oppa like the rest."

"Errr, ok, Taeyang oppa, how may I help you?" you asked, feeling a little awkward.

"Jiyong went back early today, he felt a little sick. These are the homework for him. Help me to pass it to him?"

"Why don't you do it yourself?"

"I'm busy, so are the rest. I can't find ShinHye anywhere, so that's left with you. And I'm sure you're more than willing to help him." he wriggled his eyebrows.

"I-I'll help you pass it to him. Give me his address." 

Taeyang wrote it down on a piece of paper and passed it to you.

"Oh, it's near to where I live."

"Good, you can thank me later. Good luck. Bye, ~~~~~-ah!"

"Bye, Taeyang oppa!" you waved.

School life seems happier, now that you had friends. People saw the change in you, and many became your friends.

You whistled and skipped to Jiyong's house.

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You followed the address and arrived at a run down building.

"Woah, he lives here? Aish, whatever, I'll just go up."

You arrived at the lift lobby.

"Out of service?! He lives on the 20th floor!" you screamed.

"Since it's for Jiyong, I'll just do it." you faced the staircase and gulped.

When you reached the 20th floor, you wiped away your sweat. 

"Phew, this is the first time I climbed so many flight of stairs!"

"#20-15...#20-15... Ah! Its here!" you knocked on the door.

A tired-looking Jiyong opened the door.

"Yun ~~~~~? Why are you here?" he breathlessly said.

"Kwon Jiyong, are you ok? You look sick-" before you completed you sentence, he collapsed on you.

"Yah! Are you ok? Don't scare me!" you touched his face.

*He's burning! This won't do.* you helped him into the house.

The whole house was filled with mess. It wasn't surprising though, 5 boys living under one roof, what could you expect?

You laid him on one of the beds.

"Wait awhile." you went to the kitchen to look for a small pail. 

You filled it with ice and water. You took a towel and went into the room.

"Felling better?" you placed the ice-cold towel in his forehead.

He nodded a little. 

"How this you get this sick?" you grew worried that he might get even worst.

"I'll cook something for you." although you were rich, you loved cooking and would always cook for yourself.

"T-Thanks." he whispered.

30 minutes later, you placed a bowl of porridge on a tray and brought it into the room.

"Sit up, I'll feed you." you offered.

"Thanks... Why did you come here in the first place?"

"Taeyang oppa asked me to pass you your homework." 

"Taeyang oppa?" Jiyong felt a little jealous of his hyung.

"He told me to call him that." you blushed a little.

"That flirt." Jiyong cursed.

"Anyways, I'll go now that you're feeling better." you stood up.

Jiyong grabbed your hand.

"Can you...stay?"

"Stay?" 

"Yea, I feel lonely. Being alone at home and being sick." 

"Er, ok. You should rest." you urged him to sleep.

"Don't go." he held your hand tightly and fell asleep.