The next day Yoorin fell ill. She was pretty sure it was because she had been stuck in an ice box for hours. She had woken up with a high fever and a chesty cough. She knew she was in no condition to go to school so she called Jeongmin to tell the teacher that she was sick.

“Whoa,” he said, laying the back of his hand on her forehead. “You really are sick.”

“Wow, you’re a genius.” Yoorin croaked, slapping his hand away.

H had insisted on stopping by before going to school to check up on her no matter how much she told him not to. “Well, I hope you get better soon,” he ruffled her hair, which earned him another swatting.

“Get your out of here and to school, Jeongmin,” she said, giving him a little push towards the door.

As soon as he stepped outside and the door slammed shut her phone started ringing. Sighing, she dug into her pocket and flipped open her phone. “Hello?”

“Yoorin? I heard you were sick!” Came Hana’s worried voice.

Wow, Jeongmin’s fast. “Yeah, sorry but I don’t think I can see you today, Hana.”

“That’s fine!” She reassured, “I just have something important to tell you.”

“Is this about Minwoo going to the states?” Yoorin said, “because I already know, and he said he wouldn’t leave.”

“Huh?” Hana said quizzically. “Yoorin, what are you talking about?”

“…Wait, what are you trying to tell me?”

“He’s back, he’s here and he’s been asking about you.”

“Who is ‘he’?” Yoorin replied back calmly, contrasting Hana’s panicked tone.

“Yoorin, what I’m trying to sa-"

The line went dead. Yoorin pulled the phone away from her ear and stared at the phone’s screen. It seemed that Hana had hung up on her. She shrugged and made her way upstairs to her bedroom. Hana always made big fusses over small things and Yoorin was sure this was just another one of those things. Whatever Hana had planned on telling her it wouldn’t be so bad.

The moment Yoorin’s head made contact with her pillow she fell into a deep sleep.

Though it just felt like she just blinked and hours have gone by.

There was a loud knocking downstairs that didn’t make her headache any better. She thought it was only a salesman so she pulled a pillow and covered her head with it. But it did no good blocking out the loud knocking, and whoever was outside seemed really persistent.

Reluctantly, she kicked her blanket away and dragged her sick downstairs to open the door.

She unlocked the door and opened it a little to have a peak at who was outside, but the door was suddenly pushed open all the way and before she could take anything in she was being encircled by Minwoo’s arms.

“I heard you were sick so I rushed here as soon as I could,” Minwoo said with his face buried in her hair.

Yoorin looked behind him and saw a sheepish looking Jeongmin. He shrugged, as if to say I-tried-to-stop-him-but-failed.

“Minwoo…” Yoorin chuckled and then peeled him off of her. “I’m sick, you might catch it from me.”

“Don’t care,” he said stubbornly. “Now, c’mon, I’ll make you some soup.” He grabbed her hand and made way for her bedroom and tucked her into bed.

Jeongmin made himself comfortable on her desk’s chair while Minwoo waddled downstairs trying to make her some soup. He sure was making a lot of noise.

Half an hour later he emerged with a bowl of steamy chicken soup.

“Say ‘aaah’,” he said as he held up a spoon in front of .

“Minwoo, I’m not a baby, I can feed myself.”

“Nuh-uh, this will be good practice for when we get married.”

After an hour or so Jeongmin had to go home earlier because he had lots of homework to do. Yoorin insisted on going out too because she said she felt too stuffy, she felt like she needed some fresh air. Minwoo refused at first, saying she was too weak to go out just yet but then agreed anyway in the end.

He held her hand as they walked outside, whistling to himself. “You know, I was really worried when I heard you were ill, I thought the world was about to end.” He said dramatically, throwing his free arm in the air.