(Bold - Bias)

(Italic - You)

(Underlined - Manager)

*Beep*  *Beep* the alarm of your boyfriend rang continuously, waking you up from your slumber.
 

"Oppa! Wake up and turn off that damn alarm!" You scolded as you try and wake him up. Your boyfriend groaned and turned his back on you.
 

"Oppa! You're gonna be late~" you tried waking him up in a different approach. He did not even moved an inch.

It was rare of him to stay in bed. He's quite a light sleeper. Even if he was tired, he always gets up. Sensing something isn't right, you went around the bed and looked at him. His face were red. You place a hand on his forehead. He was burning up. Just as soon as you did so, his phone rang.
 

"(Bias)?"
 

"No, it's me. (Bias) Oppa is burning up. I don't think he'll be able to go to his schedule."
 

"Is he? I was about to tell him that they don't have any schedule today."
 

"Really?"
 

"Yes, Do you want me to pick him up? You might get sick."
 

"It's okay Oppa, I'll take care of him~"
 

"Okay then. Just call me whenever you need help or he needs something."
 

"Will do." You said, hanging up the phone.
 

You quickly ran to the b