"Figures he'd fall sick right at this crucial moment."

"Who asked him to practice all night anyways?"

"Yixing-hyung, weren't you supposed to keep an eye on him?"

"It's not my fault, don't blame me!"

Eight members were crowded around a bed in which a coughing Junmyeon lay. They all held grieving faces, with their heads down, as if he were on his deathbed.

Junmyeon raised his eyes to his members. "I'm not dying," he exclaimed. "So stop looking so mournful!" 

Chanyeol stepped forward. "But you're sick..."

"So? It's not like any of you have never been sick before."

"What about the winter album?" Jongdae asked.

"We've already recorded it, I don't see your point."

"The performances?" Jongin asked.

"I'm not going to miss out on everything," Junmyeon said. "I just need a day's rest. So get out and let me get some sleep."

He picked up a tissue and threatened to throw it at his members, who hurriedly exited the room. When Minseok paused for a moment at the door, throwing him another pitiful look, he flung the ball at the elder, making him let out a small yelp and shut the door behind him. 

"So, what do we do now?" Sehun asked his members.

Kyungsoo shrugged. "It's just a virus," he said. "He'll be fine, but he needs someone to take care of him for today. Who's free?" He looked around the seven who all stared back with blank looks.

"All of us have a packed day," Chanyeol said. 

Kyungsoo folded his arms across his chest, thinking. "I'm not confident just leaving him alone, he's pretty sick," he said. "I'd stay back if I could, but I have a drama filming that'll take all day."

Baekhyun then smiled. "I think he's covered," he said.

He then turned away and pulled out his phone, scrolling through the contacts. Chanyeol tapped him on the shoulder. "Hyung, what're you up to?" the taller man asked.

"You guys can go ahead," he said. "I'm making arrangements right now."

Chanyeol seemed to want to interrogate Baekhyun more, but he had an air of finality, like he was going to do stuff and they should all just trust him. He threw a look back to Kyungsoo who shrugged and walked towards the door to leave. The other seven, including Chanyeol, followed his lead.

Once he saw that they were all gone, Baekhyun quickly sent a text to Eunji. 

"Are you free today?"

A minute later her reply arrived. "Yeah, I have a day off."

"Good, then I need you to meet me at that place I told you about."

"Why? Is something the matter?"

"Junmyeon-hyung's sick."

"Oh! Is it serious?"

"No, just a virus. He'll be fine with a day's rest."

"Then why are you telling me this?"

"Because we need you to take care of him for today."

He didn't get her reply at once, so he assumed she was just contemplating his proposal. He sends her another text.

"All of us have full schedules for the day and won't be back till 8. We don't want to leave him all by himself, but the earliest any one of us can return is then. I was wondering whether you wouldn't mind looking after him for a bit, just for today, maybe?"

After a few minutes her reply came. "Alright, where do I go?"

***

He disliked being sick.

It was time lost, wasted lying in bed and recovering while he could have been preparing for their comeback. Precious time he could have spent being productive. 

He sighed. Well, it wasn't often that he got time like this, might as well make the most of it.

He turned in his bed, trying to fall asleep when he found that the intense headache as well as the heat was preventing him from doing so.

Make the most of it, my ass.

He pulled himself out of bed and zombied his way to the kitchen to get a glass of water since his dry throat was killing him. However, the person standing by the kitchen counter and unloading a couple of shopping bags made him pause.

"Eunji?!" 

She turned around to see an exhausted looking Junmyeon leaning against the wall, eyes wide as dinner plates (she wasn't sure how, he wasn't D.O). She smiled.

"Hi."

"Eunji, what are you doing in my dorm?" he asked, then stopped to stifle a cough. 

She went over to him, rubbing his back as he coughed. "Baekhyun told me to come and take care of you."

So, that puppy's behind this...

He placed his hand on the counter, steadying himself. "And what's all this?" he asked, gesturing to the two shopping bags.

"Supplies," she simply said. "Why are you out here anyway?"

"Wanted to get a glass of water," he said. "My throat is dry."

He stumbled slightly as the room began to spin and she grabbed him. "Let's get you to bed," she told him, supporting him back to his room. Once he was safely tucked into bed, she stood up, dusting off her skirt. "I'll get you some tea instead, your throat doesn't sound good."

By now he'd resigned himself to the fact that he would be taken care of by her for the day. He honestly also didn't have the strength to protest at this point. He closed his eyes and nodded.

She soon returned with a cup of steaming brown tea. Helping him sit up and propping some pillows behind him, she offered him the cup. As he sipped it, she pushed his sweaty bangs aside and put her palm on his forehead.

"It's high," she said. "Your fans would have freaked out had you gone and done something to yourself."

"I'm not that stupid," he mumbled. "I know my fans care about me."

"Me too," she quietly said.

He opened his eyes and looked at her. She was looking down, cheeks a bit red. "I-I'd be worried too..."

Stop it, he thought. Don't make me fall for you.

She put her hand over his eyes. "You seem tired," she said. "Sleep."

He chuckled, reaching a hand and removing her hand from his eyes. However, he didn't let go yet, running a thumb over her smooth skin. "Can I ask you a favor?" he softly asked.

Even though she was aware that he was probably delirious, she still nodded. "Anything."

"Don't just walk into a guy's dorm just like that," he wearily said. "I don't know what would have happened if any of the other guys would've been here..."

"They're not like that," she defended them. "Don't you trust your own members?"

"Not with you." He tiredly closed his eyes as his fever brought him to the brink of sleep. "Can I ask you something else?"

She threaded her fingers with his, using her other hand to cover it up in a ball, gently squeezing it. "Anything."

"Sing for me."

She paused to take in this unusual request. "Just singing?"she asked.

"I want to hear your voice," he said. "Just...can you sing 'NoNoNo' for me?"

She sighed. Softly stroking the hand in hers, she took her other hand and stroked his hair. 

"Don't be sad, no no no,
You're not alone, no no no,
You always became a light for me,
Hold my hand,
Come lean on me,
I'll always be your strength."

***

He woke up, feeling a weight off his back. Blinking and reveling in the fact that he had an amazing sleep, he then realized that he felt sticky and gross.

Looking down, he also realized that Eunji was still here.

She had fallen asleep on folded arms while sitting, a bowl of water and a couple of white hand towels beside her. Unable to suppress a smile, he lay back on his pillow, turning so that he was facing her.

Her back was rising and falling softly. Her pale pink lips were parted ever so slightly, small puffs of air escaping from them. Her silky brown hair fell onto the bed and her long black lashes stroked her cheeks. 

He raised a hand to her face and slowly threaded them through her bangs. 

"Well, I'm screwed," he said to himself.

***

A/N: Here comes the obligatory sick scene in every story. 

Why did I write one? because they're freaking fun!

And the comeback of NoNoNo, because I am literally obsessed with that song right now. 

Do I have anything else to say? Nope.