Oh, you know, just random fluff.

Everyone in the dorm knew that Noona was a morning person. The morning-type that woke up way before anyone else, and would wake up those she knew would wake the rest up. (In summary, there were three main kinds of people in our dorm: she who woke first, those she'd wake up, and those who'd be waken by the second kind.)

Even on Fridays, when her classes started late, she'd be up by 6:00 and then knock on our door because Jong In had a 7 am class and he'd still be asleep at 6:30. I would be woken up as well, because Jong In would always growl and groan and then shout in a state of panic before running to the door and thanking Noona for her wake-up call. He always left the door open in his rush, and I would sit up just in time for Noona to wave at me and greet me a Good Morning.

(Her voice sounds extra husky in the early morning--but I'll save that for another story).

Today, however, had a horrible beginning for me. As Jong In zoomed into the bathroom, and as I tried to get up...I discovered that I couldn't. My entire body felt hot and tired and sore. It seemed that overnight, I had developed a stiff neck, too; even a slight twist had me wanting to cry. My eyes wouldn't cooperate either--I couldn't open them. My throat itched, and I just knew that my voice was going to come out hoarse. "Ugh," I moaned softly, fingers clutching onto my blanket.

It must've been the rehearsal last night; the Sunbaes had us stay late because of a sudden change in the choreography we had been practicing for so long. (Stupid choreographer; you don't just do that. Ain't nobody got time to practice a new one.)

"See ya later, Se Hun!" my roommate waved, not even realizing that I haven't gotten up. Stupid Jong In was always in a rush for his 7 am class.

My surroundings grew darker as I felt a figure looming over me. A palm touched me forehead, staying there and lettings its cool sensation comfort my flaming body. "Noona..."I groaned, "It hurts."

Fudge, my voice was even more horrible than I thought. I sound like a monster.

;A;

"Don't go to class anymore, Se Hun," she cooed, brushing my bangs away. "I'll bring you some tea, okay? And no complaining if it's not sweet enough for you."  Noona's cold fingers glided across my forehead, and down to my temples, tucking some hairstrands behind my ear. Her touch was so light, so barely there, that for a minute, I thought this was all just a dream. "I'll be right back."

~

When Noona returned with a tray of breakfast (she said D.O.-hyung stayed to cook a special stew for me, even if that meant he'd be late for his first class), I tried to sit up. "Don't push yourself, 'lil guy," she said, when my stupid wobbly arms gave out. 

"But, Noona..."

Noona chuckled and walked over to me. "Let me help you up, Se Hun." One of her hands gently took hold of the back of my head--fingers entangling with my hair--while the other settled on my lower back. "But I still need you to cooperate, all righty?" she said, and I did what I was told, bending my elbows to propel myself up. Noona's hands didn't leave me until she was sure that I was stable. If it weren't for my stupid fever, this would have been a great day.

I mean, come on, Noona serving me breakfast and then touching me like that? I have just officially added that to my bucket list and crossed it off already.

Noona sat on my bed, just beside my feet, as she unfolded the tray's legs. "Here you go: D.O.'s special hearty stew and my very own Go-for-Gold English Breakfast Tea!" she smiled proudly, gesturing at the white teacup. Hyung's stew smelled like it was something the Angels had made; Noona's tea, meanwhile, had a more toned down scent that was earthy and warm and cozy, but I could smell the subtlety of lemons and something sweet. "Actually, I just added a tiny bit of lemon juice and honey," she revealed, chuckling embarassedly as she swirled the tea, "It's good for a sore throat."

"Thank you, Noona," I returned her smile. I grabbed the teacup, blew on it, and then started taking tiny sips. It wasn't as sweet as I wanted it to be, but the mere fact that Noona brewed this just for me was enough reason not to complain.

I didn't know if it was the lemon or the honey or both, but I did feel better.

"Noona," I said, voice still croaky, but I didn't care. I showed her the empty cup and beamed, "More tea please!"

Noona laughed, her cool fingers yet again making contact with my warm forehead as she parted my fringe. "I'll bring the entire teapot then, so we could have a small tea party." She then took off, the sound of her footsteps on the carpeted floor sending soothing tingles down my spine. As my eyes roamed my room: from Jong In's messy bed (he never fixes his blankets whenever he had early classes) to the orange bowl that Noona herself had painted with geometric patterns, a happy thought entered my head.

A tea party--with Noona.

Just the two of us.

Hey, I guess this was a great day, after all.