Got7 Short Stories

You arrived home from the unexpected date with Jinyoung and wondered if it was reality or a dream.
Just 12 hours ago, you had just set off for a simple movie to catch up with an old friend but how did it turn out to become so much more than that?
Checking around the house, your brother Yugyeom had not returned, thankfully.
As you sat on the couch, you started emptying out your pocket and saw a few messages you missed while with Jinyoung.

Mark : Hey Mandy, was it ginger or garlic that was supposed to take away a cold, you were saying - or was it both?
Mark : I don’t think its both yea? Cos it tastes real bad. Anyway, no worries you have a good rest.
JB : Babe, I came by today and saw that you were out. I called but you didn’t answer. You okay?"Oh gosh, did Mark drink garlic??? How desperate he must be to do that!" you hurriedly returned the call to him, knowing that he lived alone and was never really the kind to take good care of himself when he was down.

Mark: Hello….
You: Mark! What’s with your voice? Are you okay?
Mark: (coughs) yeah, I’m fine.. where were you anyways? I don’t think you saw my message in the noon
You: Yeah I just did, I was out for the whole day. What happened??
Mark: My throat hurts, I can’t really talk.. (clears his throat)
You: Are you running a fever?
Mark: I’m not sure…. but it does feel…… a little chilly tonight…
You: Hang in there, i’ll come over in a bit.
Mark: No, (coughs) I don’t wanna get you sick as well, we’ve been working too long without rest and you (coughs some more) aren’t well either..
You: Just keep your door unlocked and take a rest. I’ll be there in 10.You grabbed a bunch of medicine, your trusty herbal sachets, and quickly headed off. Doing a quick timecheck, you left a note for Yugyeom incase he got back and didn’t see you home.
"Gyeomie, don’t wait for me, I’ve gone over to check on Mark at his place cos he sounds seriously unwell. Be back late - 11.05pm"
It was indeed a really chilly winter night, you jogged down the street in your sneakers, for a good 10 minutes all the way to Mark’s place which was a few streets away. By the time you arrived, you were all warm and panting.
As you opened his door, you saw a huddled blanket sitting near the heater and a heap of tissues nearby. You put down your stuff and went over quietly to see if it was Mark.
To your surprise, it was a very pale and shivering face hidden by half a beanie and a thick fur jacket.
"MARK!!!!!" in shock you shouted out his name.
"AHHH!!~~" his raspy voice was awoken.
"OMG I thought you died." You knelt down beside him and put a hand to his forehead. He was feverish as you expected.
"mmmm.. I’m okay.. you didn’t have to come….. its.. late" he sleepily mumbled and closed his eyes.
"You’re not Okay - AT ALL. C’mon, let’s get up. ARGHHH", Trying to support his weight and the bulkiness of all his blankets, you managed to move him step by step back into his bedroom.
You unrolled him out of his blanket while he drowsily frowned in discomfort, and saw that he was clad in his sweat pants and a hoodie.
"It’s cold….." he whined as he squirmed on his bed.

You covered him lightly with his blanket and took his temperature. At the beep, it read 40 degrees.
As you stood up to get the medicine, he held on to your sleeve.

"Where ya goin……." he mumbled, with half opened eyes.
"To nurse you back to health dummy." You said, and turned to walk away, but he didn’t let go of your sleeve. "Hey, let go, I need to get the meds quickly!"
"…. I’m…. hungry…." he croaked in his husky voice and pouted, while barely opening his eyes and blinking them.
You let out a sigh and laughed, “Okay little boy, Imma go outside and make you some food now, but I can’t if you keep holding on to my sleeve?”
Reluctantly, he retracted his hand into the cave of his blanket and closed his eyes back to sleep.
Roaming around his kitchen, there was obviously nothing much to cook, given that this single man was always working and hardly having his meals at home. Thankfully you had a bag of instant rice with you and quickly whipped up a simple porridge. It only took you 15minutes before you brought the warm bowl and medicine back to him.
As he ate, he seemed to feel a little better, and regained a bit of colour to his face.
"Did you bring rice here?" he asked
"Well, yeah. I figured you wouldn’t have cooked if you couldn’t tell garlic and ginger apart." you said, as you sat next to him on his bed, watching him eat spoon by spoon of your porridge.
"….. thanks…" he smiled weakly and ate up the last mouthful, "you’d better get going, it should be pretty late right now.."
"It’s okay, I’ll lock the door after I leave when you’re asleep." you stood up and brought the bowl out.
As you spent the next half an hour tidying up the kitchen, you were getting ready to leave and went in to check on Mark for the last time.
He had fallen asleep after having the meds and so you took his temperature again. At the beep, it was still reading a high number. You couldn’t leave him in this state seeing that he was in discomfort even though his eyes were closed. You decided to stay for awhile more until his temperature went down. As you put a cold towel on his head, he was mumbling inaudibly in his sleep. At first you ignored it since he was just mumbling but after awhile, you decided to try figuring out what he was saying, so you could tease him afterwards.
Changing the cold towel, you leaned your ear nearer to his face to make out what the mumblings were.
no…..i can’t… but she’s not…i can’t do that… no…
He wasn’t making sense at all and there was hardly any content you could make out.
i can’t let her know…. no… i can’t….
"Oh? what can’t you let her know?" you blurted out loud and continued rinsing the cold towel for his head, ignoring his ranting.
i can’t let her know.. my feelings..
"what feelings.." you played along absent-mindedly doing your own thing, while seated at the side
… that i love her…
That was something new, you got interested and leaned nearer and whispered in a dreamy whisper trying to communicate with his dreamy state of mind.
"just tell her…" you imitated his raspy dreamy tone to see if he would hear and respond again to spill more unconscious communication.
….. i can’t.. no…
Feeling entertained, you continued, “…..but whyyyy…..” you breathed animatedly
………….
No response. You tried again, “…. maybe she loves you…” you whispered again
Just then, you saw a small smile appearing on his face, it was so cute and reminded you of the time when you had to take care of Yugyeom when he was sick, when he would also smile in his sleep when you ‘dream spoke’ about eating ice cream and candy.
You were quite curious who the mystery girl was and decided to pretend to be her and communicate with him again.
"but Mark… I already know… your feelings…" you whispered playfully, getting into the act.
……
No response.
"Bah. No fun." You dismissed him and got up to go.
Just then, he started to mumble again but perhaps because of his sore throat, there wasn’t any sound coming out. You quickly leaned nearer again to make out what it was.
……… don’t go……….. Mmmandy………..
In shock you quickly stood back and checked to see if he was awake, for a few moments, he continued mumbling inaudibly with his eyes closed. “Me???????? he likes me??????? nah, this guy’s really burning his brains.”
Taking his temperature again, you realised it wasn’t responding to the medicine to subside. Quickly you began sponging him with ice water and taking his temperature every 5 minutes. By now, he was not talking, but frowning with closed eyes and slightly shivering.
You felt his hands under the blanket and realised they were cold, his feet, his arms, they were cold too, in fact his body was cold but his head and neck were burning, it was nowonder he was frowning so much. “No, this isn’t working.”
You had to find a way to warm his body up and make him sweat out the fever. But in this chilly weather, the heater was already at its maximum and it wasn’t helping much.
You remember watching a movie where the actor had to save a frost-bitten girlfriend in the middle of a blizzard before her heart stopped beating and the fastest way was to warm her with his body heat. But erm, it definitely wasn’t the most appropriate way to get in bed with your colleague in the middle of the night while he was unconsciously running a fever, would it? You paced the room for abit, thinking of alternatives.
Just then, he coughed and you quickly went to his aid.
"You’re really sick, Mark." you patted his chest and sat down on his bed.
"why do….I …. feel….. so cold..?" he turned his head and buried it near your lap.
Seeing him so tortured, you started to rub his chest to ease the discomfort and attempt to warm his arms, rubbing them with your palm.
You got warmer from all that rubbing and exercise that you knew your body heat was definitely going to make him feel better if you laid by his side directly.
Hesitantly, you moved inch by inch, first sitting close, putting your leg under the covers, you could feel the coldness of his skin through his pants. As you kept still, with just one side of your warm body against his, it must have made a difference, for he instinctively turned and leaned his whole body against your warm legs, and wrapped his arms around your waist. You held your breath nervously, as you found his head resting on your lap, looking much more comfortable than before. He also stopped frowning and mumbling.
His body had now started to return to a normal temperature, and his head didn’t feel as hot to the touch. You felt he would probably be fine now, but the problem was that you were stuck in his “embrace” while sitting upward on his bed, and him sleeping on your lap. You decided to attempt shifting slowly but your movement only tightened his grip on his new heat-emitting bolster. “Great.” you uttered under your breath.
Looking down at his sleeping face, you stroked his hair brushing away the fringe that covered his eyes. You never saw Mark from this angle, and he looked so different from the strong and reliable manly image he had at the office. On your lap, he looked just like any normal guy, only that his nose was much higher, jawline much sharper, eyelashes much longer…… and… ’ woah, woah, stop ’ you thought to yourself.
To be honest, you had to be lying if you said you didn’t find yourself attracted to him. After all, he had such a gentle personality and crazy good looks, just that he was a little unpredictable and random at times, and didn’t talk much most of the time. He was definitely the kind of guy you would be interested in, if not for it being in such a demanding office environment, you might have had a huge crush on him if he was an acquaintance from somewhere else.
Your thoughts led you to dreamland as you fell asleep sitting up against his bed frame.
Mark on the other hand, slowly awoke after his fever subsided, and saw the towels and ice water by the bed side. Calmly, he moved away from you and adjusted you to be comfortably asleep and covered you with his blanket. Quietly, he went out, and saw your phone.
He saw Yugyeom’s message.
'Noona, I have to rush a project tonight and will be at Bambam's place tonight, sleep tight!'
Accidentally, he also saw another message.
'My princess, even though it seems like I was kidding, but i'm not. I can't fall asleep and you keep coming into my mind…. was I dreaming just now? Tell me I'm not!! - your prince charming”
Mark coughed in disgust at the cheesiness of the message from the sender.
"JR?? Hmmm……. what kind of era is this to call yourself a prince charming, oh please." he rolled his eyes and went back to the room to see if you were still asleep.
Making sure you were warm, he put another set of blankets over you, tucking you in tightly. Brushing away your hair from your face, he smiled seeing that you were fast asleep. Although it wasn’t the first time you were in his house, it was the first time he felt these strange feelings, seeing you sleeping on his bed. It made him want to see you more, and in a more intimate way.

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