"Taemin? What happen?" I asked concerned. I turn him around and he's holding his arm really tight. I took his arm and watched the red area. I really didn't expect to see what I saw. I didn't want it to be that, not when he's allergic.
Two fucking red dots.
"Crap Taemin! When did this happened?!" I asked him as I try not to panic. He started breathing very fast and his complains and whines weren't subsiding. He shook his head furiously as I assume, the pain was getting worst.
"I-I don't k-kno-know!" He could say. Tears started to appear in his eyes.
I really didn't know what to do. I know he's allergic, and this has happened before, but I wasn't alone with him. Key hyung was always around —he always know how to deal with this—. But at this moment I was with no lead, no instructions, no help. What I am supposed to do? I knew I had no time when Taemin couldn't help but scream out of pain. I knew I need to do something, but how? Taemin let out another blood curdling scream as he feel to the floor, crying out of pain. Taking me out of my stupid thoughts.
"Jonghyun! Jonghyun hyung!! Jjong!!"
***
Jonghyun~
I could hear the pain in Minho's voice, can this be considered torture? He didn't want to talk about it; he was forced to. Nobody wants to remember how a dear friend is suffering like that. And less if its Taemin.
"You freaked out, you panicked." The man said. Minho sighed and nodded. "What happened after?" I won't let Minho continue, its not fair. Now its my turn on the speech.
"I was sleeping, so I reacted a little late...."
***
I was on dreamland, dreaming about Hoops and YoYo. It was the most weird dream ever, but I was entertained by it, if that's possible for a sleeping person. Deep in the dream, the colorful images became colorless and eventually ended up being white. I could hear YoYo calling my name. Why is he calling me? The voice slowly became desperate and the sound started to change. Until I clearly recognized that it wasn't YoYo the one calling, it was my band mate.
I opened my eyes and furrowed my eyebrows. Thinking about it, the dream felt real. I was about to turn around and continue with my colorful dreams, when I heard my name being called again. This time, shouting to the utmost, despair clearly in the voice. I sat up and looked around my bedroom. I see the empty space next to me and remembered that Key was out, no need to worry about that.
Another yell with my name. I groan. "Hold on!" They don't even let me wake up completely. I opened the door and the only sounds I could hear were screams. I walked to the living room were the noise came from and I was about to yell at them.
"What the hell is wrong—"
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