"Do you love Chanyeol?" she asked out of nowhere.
"What are you talking about?" I tried to change the topic.
"Should I repeat my question?" she didn't snap a bit.

Park Chanyeol's POV

Someone was knocking my front door so loud made me have no choice beside got up from my bed. My legs were walking limply as the knocks were getting louder. I scratched my messy hair, even my eyes were not completely open. I lazily rolled the knob, and as soon as I did it, the sun shone through the open door made me get nausea due to the over brightness.

"Chanyeol?! What the heck is this? You're not ready yet?!" a familiar voice brought me to my sense.

I yawned and rubbed my eyes since I only got 2 hours of proper sleeping. A few seconds passed until I was completely conscious. My mind screwed up the moment I realized who was standing in front of me.

"Nayoung?" I muttered, still shocked as the last night memory still remained on my head.

Without a hitch, she hit my head pretty hard, enough to make me totally annoyed. I groaned in pain and gave her a fierce gaze. I didn't expect a morning greeting like this especially from someone who used to be delicate and all sweet.

"What's wrong with you?!" I outcried while rubbing my pounding head.

"What's wrong with me?! Park Chanyeol, do you know what time it is?!" She showed me her wristwatch.

I goggled after figuring out that it was almost 8 a.m already. I grabbed her wrist and took closer look to reassure that I didn't see it wrong. I was so panicked, I had a math quiz so I definitely had to attend school.

"Are you planning to stand here for the rest of the day?!" Nayoung exclaimed and pushed me inside.

I didn't manage to say any word and headed to my room. Honestly, my body felt so sore and my head also felt so heavy. Just about after two steps, I collapsed on my knees and hands. Nayoung quickly handed me a help but she was in the reality still a girl and did not have enough strength to lift me up.

"Chanyeol, are you okay? Are you sick?" she asked worriedly. She didn't give up and was still trying her best to help me up to reach nearest couch.

I successfully made it to sprawl my body on the couch. Nayoung checked my forehead with the back of her hand. She gasped in shocked.

"How could you be so stupid? You don't know you have a high fever?!" she announced and got a frown from me.

I got a fever? That was impossible. I wasn't feeling well to be honest, but what had happened until I got some fever? I didn't go out until very late of night. Did something happen?

Ah, right. Something did happen last night. I let out a big sigh as I recollected every single piece of last night event.

Nayoung went to get the first-aid box which located three meters away. She came back with a thermometer in her hand and insterted it in my mouth.

"I can't believe this. You actually have a fever, what a rare sight." she sarcatically commented.

She took out the thermometer and shook her head in disbelief.

"Let's go to the hospital." she eyed me with a concern look.

"No, I'm okay." I answered with a cracking voice.

She sighed and pulled me up. I resisted her hands. I seriously hated to go to hospital. And anyway, my body wasn't the problem, my heart was. I needed to rest my mind, I was mentally sore and my body only followed what my mind felt.

"You need to see a doctor!" she persistently held my hand and tried to drag me out.

"But, you need to go to school." I dodged so that I would stay at home.

Nayoung went silent upon hearing my words. I guessed she was eventually tugged into my inducement.

"But..." she seemed hesitant. "I think I can skip class." she finished her sentence with an exuberant smile as if skipping class was not a big deal.

"Eh?! W-hat the--" I lost for words. "No! There's no way you will skip class. Now, get the hell out of here and go to school, my dear Nayoung." I babbled up and pushed her to the front door's direction.

Ha Nayoung's POV

I froze at the words my dear Nayoung. Well, I knew it was stupid act of mine to blush over his words after an embarrassing confession of mine last night. I should just be aware that me and him couldn't be together. Chanyeol only considered me as sibling-like friend, and it should be enough for me, I couldn't ask for more.

I breathed in some oxygen, trying to swap away my stupid thoughts. I wanted to get rid of embarrassment of last night memory, and by drifting to my own fantasy that Chanyeol might like me, definitely didn't help at all. Calm down, he doesn't love you, I repeated on my mind.

"Alright," I coughed gawky and my eyes were busy wandering around the room. "I'll come here later after school, just don't go anywhere and rest. Do you want my mom to cook some porridge?" I asked worriedly, looking at his redden cheeks. He looked very pale with those morbid sweats produced by his body.

"No, it's okay, a little rest then I'll be fine." he squeezed his glabella using his thumb and index finger.

"Just call me or my mom if something happens. Don't mind at all. Remember that my mom regards you as her son, she will be mad if you don't ask her for help." I gave him his phone which he carelessly left in the living room.

Chanyeol nodded weakly, he then sat on the couch while laying his head on the headrest. He breathed heavily and made me feel more worried. I couldn't decide to leave him up or stay and take care of Chanyeol who seemed very sapless.

I took a glass of water from the kitchen and put it beside him. Chanyeol already entered his dreamland the moment I came. I caressed his black fine hair as he kept murmuring random words.

"Just rest well and wait for me, Park Chanyeol." I whispered. I brought blanket from his room and covered his body up.