Myungsoo’s POV

As my head still hurts a lot, I woke up with some of my energy left. I looked around with half of my eyes opened and I saw Sunggyu hyung sleeping besides me between the beds. I turned to the left and I saw someone was sleeping there. I couldn’t identify who he is. I hold my heads and biting my lower lips as my head hurt so bad. I tried to remember what’s wrong with me.

Ah, that rotten breakfast.

I remembered when I took the meal with my brothers. I don’t know who cooked that thing. I thought it was Woohyun hyung. I don’t even think the breakfast seems bad to me. I also didn’t realize the taste of cinnamon, the one that I hate the most. Surely Sungyeol hyung’s girl made it as if its Woohyun hyung, he wouldn’t dare to make me meals that I can’t eat.

I turned again to the left. I want to look at the one whom sleeping besides me. My eyes popped when I saw him.

SUNGYEOL?

He was deep in sleep. I wonder why he slept next to me, wearing those hospital’s patient clothes. His face was so pale, paler than me. Is he sick to?  I shook Gyu hyung’s hands so hard until he awake. He looked at me confusingly.

“Wae? What’s wrong?”

I put my index finger on my lips, giving sign to him to slow down.

“Wae?” he whispered.

“What’s wrong with him?” I pointed my finger towards Sungyeol hyung.

“He’s sick to.” He said calmly.

“Huh?” I really don’t understand what he means.

“He was having a bad fever and he lack sleeps. That’s why he ended up here, besides you.”

I nodded my heads. I looked at him once again. Yeol hyung seems too tired.  Pity on him.

I felt Gyu hyung my back gently. I looked at him and what I saw, his angelic warm smile to me.

“Are you okay? Does it hurt again? I’m sorry for this. We nearly loose you.”

I seems regretting to what happen to me. But it’s not his faults but hers.

“I’m okay. Just my head. I’m a bit dizzy. I’ll be okay.” I replied weakly. I lying back on my bed, resting me head which was so dizzy like hell. I can’t barely standing straight right now. Sometimes, I felt nauseas came by frequently.

“Yah, are you want to vomit?” Sunggyu hyung asked me. I shook my heads, denied him.

I just show thumb, up as a sign ‘I’m okay’.

“Arasso, just rest. I’ll ask Woohyun to cook ginseng soups for you.”

He tucked me into the comforter. Then, he walked out of the room to make a call.

I turned my body to the left and facing sleepy Yeol hyung. I’m very pity on him. He surely worries too much about me until he fall sick like this. I remembered when we’re still kids. When I had a fever, he would have the same. When I fall, he’ll fall too. That’s why I hate being sick. I’ll drag him too.

I stood up as I felt so terrible. I wanted to vomit but I hold it. Now, I can even barely able to hold it again, I run so stumble to the bathroom. And that’s what makes Sungyeol woke up.

I spew it all. I didn’t even left any single thing in my stomach. Everything went out so fast like a waterfall. After that, I was sediment besides the sink while I resting my head on the walls. I patted so hard as I can’t even breathe properly. My view was blurry. I can’t see everything well.

“Take my hands.”

A very angelic voice whispered through my ears. I was desperately grabbing his shoulder in order for me to stand up once again. I was hurt from my heads to toe.

“Watch your steps.” He leads me to my bed. I was to dizzy to realize everything happened around me. I just let him dragged me until I reached my bed.

I opened up my eyes by easy stages. It was Sungyeol hyung. He sat next to me with a bright smile that hides million things.

“Cha~ Go to sleep. You’re not feeling well yet.” He patted my head gently. Same thing like what our mum did to me when I was about to sleep.

I just sleep, letting him singing a nonsense lullaby until I was deep in my own dream.