| Fan Fiction |
by starsplum
My head feels like it can fry an egg, but somehow I still feel cold. I gave an involuntary shiver and buried myself deeper into the blanket. As I was trying to get comfortable (which is impossible when you feel like shit) I hear the door opening. I didn’t bother to open my eyes because I thought it is just Changmin again. I was about to tell him that it’s not time for my medicine yet when I feel a cool hand on my forehead and it feels so nice. Before I know what I am doing, I hold the hand there against my forehead sighing in content. I open my eyes with all my effort to see whom the hand belongs to and is surprise to see my beloved Jaejoong sitting on the edge of my bed, looking at me with worried eyes. I immediately let go of his hand from shock, except it stayed there on my cheek, not planning to move.
I didn’t know Jaejoong came… Wait, there is no way Jaejoong is here, I am sure he is sleeping right now in his own apartment. I mean it’s already midnight, why would he come to our dorm in the middle of the night? It must be the fever getting to my head. I must be me imagining things.
“How are you feeling Yunho?” the imaginary Jaejoong asked me sounding concerned.
“As good as I can be.” I replied with a smile. It’s true, I feel so much better having Jaejoong beside me, even if it’s only a hallucination. Jaejoong smile at me in sympathy before he take his hand off from my heated forehead and reach for a tray that he brought with him.
“Here, I made porridge for you. Eat it before it gets cold.” Jaejoong said as he holds in front of me.
I try to sit up so I can eat, but sadly failed. I push myself up again with all the strength in my body only for my arms to buckle again and sigh. Seeing this, Jaejoong put down his tray on the bedside table and help me sit up.
“Thanks…” I mumbled. I am jumping in joy (not literally) from the fact that Jaejoong helped me and cooked for me , but is also embarrassed that I need help just to sit up.
“No problem. You could have just asked me to help. You are sick Yunho, you need to rest.” Jaejoong said gently and held the tray of food in front of me again. To be honest, I am not hungry at all, but since it’s Jaejoong’s food, I am determined to finish it no matter what.
I reach for the spoon and scope a spoonful of porridge. My hand is shaking and porridge is spilling every time I try to put it in my mouth. I put the spoon down and try again with my other hand, but the same thing happens. I was going to try again when Jaejoong suddenly took the spoon out of my hand and scope some porridge and blow on it before placing it in front of my mouth. I look at him and he opens his mouth indicating for me to do the same thing, so I open my mouth and let him feed me. When some of the porridge escaped from my mouth, Jaejoong got some paper towel and cleaned up the mess.
This is just too good to be true. Since this only a dream, I decide to take advantage of it.
“Jaejoong, I-I love you.” I said to him while holding the hand with the paper towel. He looks at me wide eyed and his face flushed pink, dropping the paper towel onto my lap from shock.
“Wh-What are you talking about Yunho?” Jaejoong stuttered.
“I said I love you Jaejoong. I have loved you since the beginning of time.” I confess to him, looking into his eyes to show my sincerity.
“You have no idea what you are saying. Your fever is burning to your brain. Yes, that must be it.” Jaejoong said as he broke our shared gaze and continue feeding me like nothing has happened.
“I really do love you Jaejoong.” I told him after I swallowed. “Fever or no fever, my feeling for you will never change.” Jaejoong blushed into a deeper shade of red and feed me another mouthful of porridge.
“Yunho… I love Yoochun.” Jaejoong said apologetically while looking into my eyes to show that he is not lying. I see that he is telling the truth and my heart breaks into a thousand little pieces, stabbing me a thousand times. This is not right! This is my imaginary world! How come even my mind is not letting me be together with Jaejoong?! Are we really not meant to be?
Jaejoong feed me another mouthful after mouthful of porridge, but I can’t take it anymore. I feel like throwing up. I quickly push Jaejoong’s hand away and run for the bathroom. My legs almost gave out half way to the bathroom but I push myself up again and made it to the toilette just in time. When I was busy letting all of Jaejoong’s hard work go to waste, I feel a hand on my back, alternating between patting me softly and rubbing my back in circle.
When there is nothing left in my stomach for me to throw up I slump to the ground in exhaustion. I turn my head to see who is rubbing my back and saw my embarrassing (not to mention gross) moment, and finds Jaejoong there again. My heart wrench when I remember what he said to me back in my bedroom.
“Thanks. I am sorry I wasted the food that you cooked for me.” I apologize in a weak voice. Jaejoong shakes his head and smiles at me gently.
“It’s okay. I shouldn’t have forced you to eat so much.” Jaejoong replied and got up. “Stay here. I will go get you a glass of water.”
I try to get up after Jaejoong left. I don’t want Jaejoong to be helping me with everything. But I only managed a few steps before I collapse by the bathroom door. My head feels heavy and I am starting to feel dizzy but I reach for the doorframe and pull myself up once the world is not spinning anymore. I was walking down the hall when my legs gave out again. I lay panting on the ground for a few seconds and was planning to try to stand up again when Jaejoong came rushing up to me.
“I told you to stay there, why didn’t you listen to me?” Jaejoong lectured me and hands me the glass of water. I drank half of it to clear off the nasty taste in my mouth and hands it back to Jaejoong. Jaejoong puts down the half empty glass on the floor and hooks one of his arms around me to pull me up. He helped me walk to my bedroom and put me in bed, tucking me in. I shiver again, and Jaejoong pulls the blanket further up for me, covering my shoulders and my neck. He then took the towel on the bedside table and wipe off the sweat that is forming on my head. Jaejoong wet the towel again in the bowl of water Changmin set on the floor and place it on my forehead.
“Rest Yunho. I will tell your manager that you are not going to work tomorrow. If you need any help just call, I will be out in the living room. I am staying here tonight.” Jaejoong said and stand up to leave but I reach out my hand from under the blanket and tug on his shirt, not wanting him to leave. He seems to be able to read my mind and sits back down. Finally, my hallucination is going the way I wanted it to.
“I will stay here until you fall asleep then. Now sleep.” The imaginary Jaejoong commanded with a gentle smile. I felt my eyes getting heavier by the second and went to sleep after I heard someone yelling.
“WHO THE HELL PUT A GLASS OF WATER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE HALLWAY?!!!!!”
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Chapter 17~!
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