“Yummy, yummy yummy I got love in my tummy…” I sang as I made food for me and Yugyeom. “I knew I was missing a finger. You cannibal.” Yugyeom said dramatically. “Shut up.” I giggled. Yugyeom came to me and wrapped his hands around my waist.
“So cannibal, what are we eating?” Yugyeom asked. I brought the spoon to his mouth and he tasted it. “What is this?” he asked.
“It’s chicken soup. My mom always made this for me when I was sick. And speaking of sick. You should be in bed.” I nagged and turned around. I brought my hand on Yugyeom’s burning forehead. “Go to bed. I’ll bring this to you when it’s done.” I said.
“Wow, it’s like you are my mom.” Yugyeom said with hurt tone. I rolled my eyes. “Go!” I said and turned to the pot.
I walked to our bedroom with a tray. It had two plates, one for me and one for Yugyeom. Water for Yugyeom and coke for me. Yugyeom was sleeping, out like a light. I put the tray on the bed and turned the lights on.
“Nurse, I think my hand is dead, you must feed me.” Yugyeom whined. I smiled and started to help Yugyeom to eat. “Are you feeling better?” I asked. Yugyeom took a sip from his water. “No, I think I must call Jaebum and tell him I’m sick. Can’t go for the mv shooting.” Yugyeom said. I tried his forehead with my hand again. It wasn’t that hot anymore. “We’ll see in the morning ok?” I said and started eating my food. “No, I’m sick tomorrow. Idol can be sick too.” Yugyeom whined. “Not if they fake it.” I said
“It’s not faking. I was sick last night but today I just washed my face with hot water.” Yugyeom giggled like a little girl