For: heavenelite
Name: Jung Hyemi
Partner: Jeonghan (Seventeen)
Scenario: When Hyemi got herself a fever and Jeonghan took care of her

Song: GFRIEND - Someday

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=icAVsYSFPfo

*Credit to the owners of the pictures (Oh My GAWD! Yoon Jeonghan... Have mercy on me... Bless your parents...)

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Hyemi ruffled her long brown wavy hair as she narrowed her eyes to slit, trying to understand History without her falling to a slumber on the subject. Of all the things in the whole wide world, she only hated 3 things and that is sweets, insects and History, not in order of course.

Seeing the facts of the world and her country collected in one thick fat book made her head spun by the whole thing she could manage to remember in her tiny brain. She barely got all the info about Korean literature, grammar and composition inside her mind and the school just had to torture her with this.

Korean is a hard language to learn, not that others were easy but, she hoped that when she finished studying for History, it won’t make the studies of her mother language disappear without a trace.

Tomorrow is the first day of her pre-examination and she can’t just go to sleep without studying the subject. “I really wish I won’t fell sick during the test.”

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She doesn’t realize that but every time she fought the urge to cough, someone was staring at her intently, and it seems like only that someone notice she was not in her usual behavior. She doesn’t show it when she’s sick and even her best friend didn’t know she was not in a healthy state.

Every single day, he would watch over her and he promised himself if she turned unconscious, he would be the first person to run to her.

After the exam, Hyemi totally knows that she looked beyond frightening that kids would even cry at the first sight of her. She doesn’t have enough energy to make herself some food and she just passed out on the bed. Doesn’t really care if she fell sick, she just felt grateful that she managed to get some rest.

She heard footsteps nearing her and she looked over her shoulder to meet eyes with someone she hates to death since the person always make fun of her. She would have thrown him over the window to have a safe flight from the 30th floor if it’s not for her weak health.

“. You look horrible, not to mention hideous. Someone call the doctor.” Jeonghan ‘tsk’-ed and joked about one of the song from her favorite idol and that is, Exo. “Let’s go to the hospital.”

“No…” Hyemi croaked as she turned her back to Jeonghan, declining the offer to a hospital. She doesn’t even have any energy left to snap back at him for calling her ugly and also fan-girl at her ultimate group.

She already knew how she looked like anyway so she didn’t bother to be mad at him.

“So, won’t you beg me to take care of you?” He asked curiously.

“Go away Jeonghan…” She groaned half-pissed that he even had the nerve to interrupt her rest.

He had to snort at her arrogant voice and he rolled his eyes. “Suit yourself.”

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“Dad. Which is easier, soup or porridge?” Jeonghan reached for the bowl and a spoon from the closet.

“Obviously porridge. Is that the only reason why you called? It’s been 4 months so I’m a little surprised.” His dad answered with a raised brow.

“Cut the bull-bull emotional talk. I need you to be my teacher.” He snapped and his father snorted in amused. “You and your mother are similar in many ways.”

After what felt like forever, Jeonghan finished making the food for Hyemi and he looked at the porridge with a proud smile. “You sure it will taste good?”

“If you put in a bottle of ketchup, a pack of salt and a mug of vinegar, you’ll die on the spot. Whatever it is, you can just taste the freaking porridge. Why’d you ask?” His father responded swiftly.

“It’s not for me.”

“Oh. Is it for Doyoon?”

“That guy can just rot and I won’t even blink.”

Mr. Yoon processed his son’s words inside his mind before a question left his lips in curiousness. “Where are you exactly?”

“At a friend’s house.” Jeonghan answered while pouring a mug of plain water.

“Oh. Your girlfriend?” He finally gets it.

“Dad!” Jeonghan was this close to let go of the glass from his hands and he glared at the phone, wanting to glare his father, to be honest.

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