Chapter three

It happened more often now.

Kyungsoo would hop out of bed at 5am in the morning, rushing to the toilet, hand slapped over his mouth. Jong In was left in the bed, blanket tangled between his legs, hands already missing  the familiar warmth of his hyung.

“Are you okay hyung?” Jong In was stuffing his face with Avocado cubes dipped in Tabasco sauce.

Jong In hated avocado.

Jong In hated Tabasco sauce.

He blames it on the cravings.

“I think I am” Kyungsoo replies weakly, picking on his cereal. Kyungsoo used to love cereal, he finishes the whole bowl in less than 3 minutes, and runs to the kitchen to get himself another serving.

“You should go to the doctor.” Suho placed his orange juice back onto the table.

“It’s just stomach flu, I’m okay hyung.” Kyun