Your brother's friend, sick to the bones cannot go with everyone during their usual hangout day and you, not really a part of their world, is forced to take care of him.

"Please! Just this once!" Your brother stumbles on the floor but his hands are still in front of him in a clasped manner, trying to stand but he stumbles yet again. "Sis! Come on! I'll do whatever you want!"

"I said no, idiot." You groan. You exit your bedroom but Taeyong follows after you like a lost puppy, tugging on your shirt but you slap his hand away and march toward the kitchen. "Go away, Taeyong."

"Please – please – please – please – pleeeeaaaassseeee!"

"What's so important about him that I have to take care of him? For you?" You squint your eyes at him. Taeyong's face lights up and he sits on a stool excitedly, clasping his hands on the table and smiles at you.

"Well, we usually go to their second home whenever we feel like it and we cannot go there unless he's with us or, in his state right now, unless someone is taking care of him and no one currently is."

"He has his parents, dude!" You throw a dirty cloth at him. Taeyong dodges it narrowly and he follows you go in your bedroom. "I'm not doing it."

"Please! We'll be back before you know it."

"No thanks. Maybe it's time the guys and you take care of him instead of leaving him. I mean, I didn't know you guys are that dumb." You snicker at your comment. You feel him slap you on your back and you groan in pain, giving him a kick and he yelps back at you. "Just bring him with you and take care of him. Easy, isn't it?"

"Thanks!" You glare at Johnny—Taeyong just has to use someone you can never get mad at to persuade you into this mess—before they go in Taeil's car and they speed away. You sigh and look at the house in front of you, the dread of being alone with Ten and this big house is saddening to think about. It isn't that you don't like what's going to happen or Ten at all. It's actually the opposite of that. And you don't want to be left behind with Ten because as what your brother just said:

"One more thing, Ten can be very touchy and talkative whenever he's sick. Like he'a drunk or something. So you better not spend a lot of time beside him."

Then why are you asked to take care of him in the first place when he knows exactly what's going on?

You rush to open the door and push it with your foot, trudging upstairs toward Ten's room. You keep on chanting in your head the directions everyone gave you so you wouldn't get lost in this mansion.

You knock on the door, too scared to open it because what if he doesn't have any clothes on or what if it's not even his room? You wait for any sound or any Come In coming from the sick person b