The pain was suffocating. The stare he gave you before leaving the room was unbearable. You had never seen so much emotions and disappointment in someone's eyes. It felt as if he was longing for an explanation, but at the same time, he felt conflicted on whether he should forgive you or not. Your eyes felt swollen and they were dry from the salted tears that poured out earlier. You couldn't even imagine looking at yourself in the mirror.

As he moved upstairs, you heard a faint sigh and heavy steps. A split second passed before you hurriedly followed him. He wasn't startled by your action, but he flinched at your touch when you slightly held onto his jacket. He didn't feel listening to all the crap you wanted to say. Being jealous hurts and he did not want to feel conflicted upon his feelings; he had other priorities. And so, he left while your gaze still lingered on his back. You shattered at the thought of breaking up, your whole body was shaking and the impact of the thought made you wobble on the stairs. To ensure your own security, you sat down on a step and leaned onto the wall. That was the last thing you did before falling asleep.  

The next morning you found yourself in a warm and cozy bed. A delicious aroma had wrapped up the room and your stomach grumbled at the smell. You opened your eyes, and was about to rise and stretch until your felt a sharp pain situated at your lower back.

*Ah, I shouldn't have slept on the stairs..* you regretfully thought.

Your mind sparked and inquiries started building up. How come you woke up in C.A.P.'s bed? I hope nothing happened that would worsen my case. You did not bother to think more about it and was about to step off the bed when C.A.P. Came back with porridge and side dishes.

"Rise and shine princess, you have a great day ahead of you, but you need to fully rest before starting it!" he joyfully said while the plates were about to fall from his hands.

He carefully put down the meal as you gave him a strange stare.

"What do you mean by 'I need rest', i'm not sick, am I?" I said in a serious tone.

"Perhaps you're not physically sick, but I thought you might enjoy a day off to rest your heart, baby".

I was more than touched by his words and nodded at the proposition. I reached for the spoon and enjoyed the porridge as much as I could. I didnt feel like facing L.joe today, not today.  

The day quickly ended and the afternoon was spent reading books, watching melodramas which made you bawl out your feelings and snacking on pepero sticks while studying Teen Top's next cover concept. You could not afford to slack off from job since their schedule was busy and so was your's. The members came back from their practice and your crawled out from bed to welcome them. Your steps stopped midway as a rush of dizziness envelopped you. You dropped on your bed and touched your forehead.

*Great, now I have a fever. I didn't even go out during the day and I caught a cold. Wow, way to go Seol Ri.*

You limped out of the room and went to get fever medicine.

L.joe was running upstairs as he was trying to hide himself in his room, but chance wasn't with him as he bumped on you. He tried to avoid your stare but your sickly state had made you immobile before the man you loved. You opened your mouth but nothing came out except a weird sigh. He didn't bother saying "hi", but your deep silence made him worry.

He did not want to forgive yet, he needed more time to think about it. He cared about you and he still wanted you in his life but trust was an issue. You couldn't stay up any longer and it exhausted you to confront him. Nausea hit you as you ran to the washroom and let out all the chocolate pepero you binged on earlier.  

Ricky checked your temperature as he put his wrist on his own forehead.

"Pretty hot. She should rest for a while, but i'm worried because no one is able to take care of her. We all have activities."

Changjo sighed but a quick smile appeared on his face as he whispered something in his fellow member's ear. Ricky chuckled and put his thumbs up at the awesome idea. You rolled around on the bed, ears perked up at their conversation and creased your forehead at the heat eating up your body.

*Well damn this fever.* you thought while growling in pain.

"Who's going to take care of me?" you worriedly prospected as you left for dream or more like nightmare world.