look away ☄ kim jungwoo

n o t e t h i r t y n i n e

he felt sick and cold, extremely cold. the feeling overwhelmed his body, he was too exhausted to even email his professor a quick heads up. he could feel his body crumble, sick. that's all it was, he was sick

the fatigue kicked making him extra sluggish. maybe he could just email his professor after some sleep. maybe he'll be better then..

slowly he let his body pull itself into a comfortable heat until his eyes fell closed. hours passed till he woke up. he went to reach out for his phone, still feeling quite sick he emailed his professors from the past hours and for the next hours about his sickness 

a phone call disrupted him, not being able to clearly figure out who was calling he could only make up the first pieces of the hangul. he picked it up and held it up to his ear

"jungwoo? hey where are you?" the familiar voice asked, a slight pant coated with his words. "i'm sick so i've been in my dorm.." he muttered his throat hoarsed. "oh thank god.. what's your dorm number? i'll make you some soup." he had a relieved tone

he gulped down on his dry throat, a cough emitting from his lips, "i'm dorm 218, i'll go unlock the door." he slowly got up from his bed. "try to rest, i'll be there in a bit okay?" the male hung up on him

a knock at the door queue him to unlock it. the tall male stood there with a worried expression, "my god you look horrible. go lay down for a bit i'll start making the soup." he guided the male to the living room as he dug through the kitchen

he hugged himself to make up for the coldness he was feeling in the area. it was uncomfortable but he'd have to make do with it

the clicking of heels on ground rang through his ears making him turn over. he hated it more than anything. he wanted it to stop already. just stop.