“He’s going to have an attack soon.”
Those words seemed to reverberate around in Renjun’s head, echoing in the walls of his mind.
He still held onto his head, leaning back in his chair with his eyebrows furrowed.
He could barely notice the other six people as they scrambled around to find out a plan.
Their voices seemed muffled, but in reality they were quite loud.
“What should we do?” Mark practically yelled, only slight peaks of his speech registering in Renjun's ears.
Renjun wanted to ask them what they were saying, but now words were hard to form, even in Chinese.
Then his vision blurred and the next thing he knew Jaemin was in front of him, or above him. It took a second for Renjun to realize he was now on the floor, the cold tile touching his neck and bare forearms.
Jaemin was shaking his shoulders, and saying words, but nothing was working to help him hearing the younger's words.
Renjun needed his medicine. Now.
Trying to get the point across, he pointed at the cabinet, his arm feeling heavy.
Jaemin seemed to get it, looking at the older with a hopeful gaze, and quickly trying to determine where exactly Renjun was pointing.
“In...t-there. Medicine...I..n-need,” Renjun uttered, trying to explain, his words ringing loudly in his own ears.
But why can't he hear anyone else?
Renjun blurrily saw Jaemin pull Chenle over to him, in the midst of the chaos of the other boys trying to surround him.
He felt his head being propped up, and their awaiting faces surrounding him.
Renjun squinted his eyes in concentration, trying his best to make a coherent sentence.
“I need,” he paused, swallowing when his throat felt too dry, “over there. Medicine.”
Chenle nodded, and looked to where Renjun tried pointing again. His eyes were growing heavy, which was not a good sign for him.
Chenle seemed to rush, seeing Renjun groggily run his hand down his face, trying to wake himself up.
Renjun closed his eyes, and leaned his head back against the pillow, and instantly felt cool hands touch his face.
Flinching slightly, he opened his eyes again, and saw that Jisung had touched his face in order to keep him awake.
Renjun’s eyes were still half-closed when Chenle finally got him his medicine, and lifted the older into a sitting position.
The others helped stabilize him when he faltered, their many hands all simultaneously reaching out to him in concern, and Chenle got him the medicine bottle.
“Ge-ge, how many?” Chenle asked him, trying to enunciate and articulate his syllables to make sure Renjun understood him.
Renjun had been looking at his legs, mind hazy and looked up at the younger, eyes furrowed as he focused on the younger’s words.
“I need...t-three,” he was able to get out.
Chenle looked shocked at the amount, but got the three white pills out of the container, giving a nervous glance to the others.
He looked at Mark, and Mark returned his questioning gaze with a nod of confirmation towards the younger, urging him to continue.
Gulping, he managed to put the pills in Renjun’s mouth and get the older to swallow them successfully.
Renjun instantly felt the difference, the pills quickly being ingested, and his vision soon cleared up.
Sighing, he was able to settle himself up, and taking the hands off of him.
It was silent. Too silent for seven people being in one room.
Renjun cleared his throat, trying to brush off the eerie silence hanging around them, and hoping to spark someone to finally talk.
“Renjun, what the heck was that?” Donghyuck asked, throwing his hands in the air when he finally stood back up.
“Well,” Renjun’s voice got thick and raspy from the sudden almost attack, “I haven’t been imputing enough-”
“Why the hell not?” Donghyuck asked, getting somewhat frustrated with the situation, “And why now?”
“Well, y-”
“Like do you think we needed that stress with what we’ve just gone through?”
“Wel-”
“Renjun, we cannot go through this every time you haven’t been imputting-”
“Donghyuck!” Renjun yelled, effectively cutting off the younger’s beginnings of a rant. Donghyuck looked up from his pacing, shocked that Renjun yelled.
“Sit down, and stop pacing. Seriously, you're making me dizzy. And quit with the questions if you aren't going to let me answer them.”
That shut Donghyuck up, but Renjun decided to make his little speech quick, because Donghyuck doesn't rest easy without the last word.
“I haven't been imputting because I haven't been given the chance to. You know what's been happening. You're lucky it didn't happen before, or even at that meeting. I can't tell when it's going to happen, or if it's going to happen, because quite frankly, it's unpredictable. This is what I live with on the daily basis. I thought I'd be good, especially with six new roommates, but we see how that's turned out. This is one of the reasons I knew I needed someone else living with me. Because I've had these attacks before, but no one was here for me, so I'd actually have the attack,” Renjun was now sitting back at the counter, making sure that the seated Donghyuck could hear every word.
“Do you know how it feels to have every single nerve receptor to be open and feeling nothing but pain? I do, and trust me it's the worst feeling in the world. So can you please stop adding onto the stress I already have for being an M.C.M.? It's not the glorious lifestyle everyone wants,” Renjun finished, looking up at Donghyuck, who seemed to have tears almost coming out of his eyes.
“Renjun-” he started, before hugging onto the older, trying to keep the tears inside.
The other boys had been listening along with Jaemin and Jeno, who kept their distance, letting Renjun and Donghyuck have their moment.
“I'm sorry, Renjun,” Donghyuck let out, still holding the older.
“It's fine, Donghyuck,” Renjun said, pulling out of the hug, holding onto the younger's shoulders.
He smiled, and Renjun looked at the others, smiling to them as well.
“You guys are lucky to not be M.C.M.s, it's a dangerous life for us who are,” he said, voice cracking slightly end.
Jaemin and Jeno made their way over to the older, and wrapped their arms around him, surrounding him in warmth.
Renjun smiled at them, holding onto their arms from where he was sitting.
“What are you going to do without us?” Jeno asked, holding Renjun tighter.
“Die probably,” Renjun said jokingly, not failing to see the tenseness surrounding them.
He immediately received slight pushes from both boys, and smiled at the gestures.
“Don't say that,” Jaemin muffled into Renjun's shirt, trying to sound cute.
“It's probably true thought,” Renjun pointed out, watching as everyone else went back to what they were doing before.
“Good thing you have us now,” Jeno said, kissing Renjun on the cheek.
Oh boy.
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A/N:
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But otherwise,
KBS Music special thing,
Dude
Renjun was wearing at least three shirts, while dancing.
I can't wear three shirts and stand without sweating so he must've been DED.
Not that everyone else wasn't wearing that many layers-
Bottom line, I'd be dYiNg
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started : 2018.12.27
finished : 2018.12.28