You stepped into the house with a confused mind. You touched your lips for the tenth time in a minute. ‘Youngmin oppa....likes me? But I can’t give myself to him...can I? No,  I have Infinite oppas. But do I feel something for him?’ The jumble of chaotic thoughts made your stomach churn. You ran to the nearest bathroom and vomited in the toilet. You flushed the toilet and washed your mouth. 

With a sigh, you trudged to your bed. ‘I don’t feel good at all. Another romantic holiday ruined.’ You went under the covers and texted Sungyeol:

Don’t feel well. At home already. Are you done with your performance yet? Love, ~~~~~~~. 

You put your phone back on the table next to your bed, and buried your face in the pillow. ‘I don’t think I’m actually sick, but with everything that happened in the past twenty minutes, my body can’t take it.’ You sighed to yourself. ‘So Youngmin oppa has had feelings for me all along? Have I just been too naive to realize it?’

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Sungyeol received your text message when Infinite was in the van, on their way home. “Eh? ~~~~~~~ says she’s sick!” he exclaimed.

Woohyun groan