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That night, Jaejoong didn’t feel so well. His stomach hurt and cold sweat covered his forehead.

You knocked on his office door. “Come in.” He muttered.

You opened the door, “Are you going to eat dinner?”

The thought of dinner made his stomach queasy. “No.”

“Why not? Is it because I’m going to order food?” You put your hand on your hip and tilted your head. “Come on. I’m going to order pasta. This restaurant’s spaghetti and meatballs are pretty good-“

At the description of the food, Jaejoong groaned.

“What’s wrong with you?” You approached him and noticed the cold sweat on his forehead. “Omo, you sick?!” You put your hand on his cold forehead.

“No,” Jaejoong pushed your hand away, “I think I have indigestion.”

“Indigestion? You were eating lunch pretty well.” You commented.

*It’s because of that darn Hyunbin. I can never be at peace around him.* Jaejoong opened his drawer but there was no medicine. *.*

You peeked over, “No meds?” Jaejoong buried his face in his arms. “Hmm…I’ll just go buy some.” You headed towards the door.

Jaejoong sat up, “How? You can’t drive.”

“There’s a pharmacy nearby. I’ll walk.” You left.

Jaejoong looked out the window. It was pretty dark. *Darn. I can’t let her go alone.* He headed out the door, “Wait for me.”

You turned around.

Jaejoong sluggishly shuffled downstairs with his arm around his stomach. “I’ll go with you.” “You’re in no condition to drive.” You scolded. “I’ll just walk. Maybe it’ll make me feel better.” He shrugged and left the h