"No, I am. I'm definitely sick," Yesung whined in the phone cradled against his shoulder. He was curled up in his bed, blanket brought up to his ears. He had the sweats even though he felt so cold that he had the shivers. His eyes were closed and his short hair stuck to his forehead as he nuzzled deeper into his pillow.

"Sick?" The voice on the other line quipped. "How on earth could you be sick? You weren't out in that rain last night, were you?"   "No..." He grumbled back to the irritating voice on the other end. "I was hugged by somebody who claimed to 'only have allergies.' That's what happened."   The voice on the other end scoffed and paused for a few minutes, wanting to insinuate further, but not wanting to be inconsiderate of this sick fool's current situation. He was too kind for his own good, or so he thought.   "Sungminnie...." Yesung whined. "I don't feel good... Can't you bring me medicine?" He asked into the phone at the side of his face. "I don't want to go out and get it. It's too cold to get out of bed."   Sungmin sighed a long breath, not wanting to break the hard news to his friend. "I'm not able to go anywhere right now. I'm only on my lunch break at work." He explained quietly. "But I'll see if I can get Hyukjae to swing by on his way home. Is that okay?" He asked, hoping this would please his friend.   "I guess, yeah." Yesung resounded a sad reply, turning over in the bed and looking up at the white ceiling. He frowned and tried to snif