Locker // NoMin

8

In the afternoon, Jaemin moved himself downstairs on the couch to watch tv. He desperately wanted to eat. His stomach was growling like a monster. But almost every time he would stand up, he would vomit. So he just dealt with the hunger because he absolutely hated vomiting.

After an hour of sitting on the sofa, Jaemin was on the verge of falling asleep again. He wasn't necessarily tired. But because of not being able to move around and because of the flu, his body was pretty much shutting down.

A loud knock on the door snapped him out of it. Jaemin didn't want to talk to anyone nor answer the door. Thankfully the blinds were closed so he could just play it off like no one was home.

A minute went by and his phone went off. Jaemin looked at it to see a text from Jeno asking if he could come in. To which Jaemin replied 'thancc god it's just you the door should be unlocked if not you know where we keep the key'

Jeno opened it and stepped inside. Taking one look at Jaemin he laughed, "What happened to you?"

"I got the flu, idiot."

Jeno smiled, "Would you like some ramen?" He held up a plastic grocery bag filled with the stuff.

"Get to cooking, slave," Jaemin snickered softly.