. sick
he feels aweful. his limbs are heavy and hurting. every movement is draining, and a wave of heat seized him. sweat runs down his forehead, dripping on his chest. his sight is blurry, and his breathing slow. running in the rain, getting wet until his wholebody was drenched, had brought him down, into the arms of a cold. but he didn’t cared, as this was youth, and being sick was one of the moments he felt alive the most. especially since he knew, even though there weren’t many of them, his mutuals cared for him. and they would worry, when he told them. kang joon knew that his male buddies, especially jaebum, would speed over, when he would ask for him, but he didn’t yearned for his affection right now. even kang joon, a man who had closed his heart long ago, had hiding himself behind a cold mask with different faces, even kang joon just wanted to be loved. even when it was just a little, and by a noona who just saw him as a younger brother.
[/text-noona] noona. joon’s sick, could you come over and make some rice porridge?
he types, as he squints his eyes. a sigh leaves his lips. while putting his phone aside, he rests his other arm on his forehead. he is burning, a bright red flares up on his cheeks. hopefully his noona would turn up soon.