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"F... uck.." He mumbles out, the word broken by long heaves of breaths when he soon clamps both hands over his mouth and sits up. He glances lightly to the side where Iwol's still asleep, somehow, and stumbles out of the bed to the bathroom, already leaning over the toilet in wait of what might come because he has more sense than Hojin–who, when feeling nausea, waited until it rose in his throat to dash to the bathroom, and ended up making a sticky mess on the floor. Honestly, it takes a long while from the moment he starts waiting because his body seems to have the compulsion to only vomit when he least needs it and when he's least ready for it.
After about an hour, he decides he's done with waiting and focuses on his body and the substance waiting and manages to get it out, where he spits out only a small amount. Then, he coughs, and before he knows it, it's continuous. He coughs out a large amount and tears he didn't know existed start to glitter his eyelashes. His throat, and his nostrils, burn and smell and taste disgusting and he has to watch clumps of probably what he had the day before sliding into the toilet bowl with each retch and heave.
He really forgot how much he hated vomiting.
But either way, after that short while where he probably looks as bad as he feels, he looks up to the doorway where, as he guessed, Iwol was watching. He forces a smile onto his lips as always, gets up from where he had been kneeling and washes his face by the sink. He hears Iwol flushing the toilet, and mumbling something under his breath when he also starts to wipe down the surrounding area.
A silence spreads between them, and Hoyun can't decide whether it was heavy or light, but it was silence nonetheless. He blinks slowly, and stumbles out of the bathroom with the intent to go back to sleep, and he doesn't get stopped when he rolls onto the bed and presses the back of his hand onto his forehead with the intention to suppress a growing headache. A minute passes, and he hears a thud and peels his eyes open to see Iwol placing a bottle of water by his side. He closes his eyes again.
Some time later, atleast by a few hours, he sits up again and beelines straight to the bathroom where he sits listless for only a few minutes before heaving into the toilet bowl and spitting out a mix of water (the only thing he had in that gap between the first and now) and stomach acid. It's like his insides are being turned in on themselves and it's like his body is trying to force out more than it had consumed, unhelpfully. And the long string of coughs and chokes and probably dry sobs as well had already alerted Iwol, who still didn't speak yet stood by the doorway and watched. He half-hopes the man will actually say something because god knows what he's thinking with his unintentional poker face.
By the time he has the mind to clear his throat and speak properly, he feels a pat on his back from one obvious person. He doesn't meet the guy's eyes, but grins when he speaks, even if his head is already starting to pound. "It's really ominous whenever you just stand there, you know."
"...... I thought I was being reassuring." Iwol responds quietly, maybe he was sad, or treating Hoyun like a piece of glass, either way, when hoyun glances at him he has this sort of kicked puppy look. "Like, when someone's going through difficulties, you just wait by their side to make them feel better."
"That doesn't apply to you." Hoyun replies, turning away with a light grumble where he then sighs and moves to repeat the now-routine of cleaning up to go back to bed and hopefully collapse for long enough until he stops vomiting. Which thankfully, at some point after laying down, he does fall asleep.
Later, when he wakes again, he looks at the time and date on his phone and belatedly realises missed schedules and almost groans, had there not already been someone sitting by his bedside. A someone who doesn't need to be named by now, who speaks as if instinctively understanding the meaning of the expression on his face.
"I already called your company to explain and cancel your schedules for today." And Hoyun really understands why, so he doesn't argue, waving a hand of what he himself thinks is a thank-you and buries his face back into his pillow. "I have a few of my own schedules to get to, so I already called over Hojin to take my place. I'll be back in a few hours, should I get you something to drink?"
Hoyun wonders if calling his younger brother is a betrayal but nonetheless nods, not even glancing up to the sounds of footsteps where Kim Iwol leaves the room and probably the house, and then the lighter steps of Hojin sound definitely cautious. Now, he can already anticipate the hesitant apology of his younger brother who definitely worries way too much and didn't mean to get him sick.
Either way, Hoyun spends most of that day in-and-out of consciousness, almost constantly asleep to avoid the horrors of vomiting, and the next day he wakes up to constant nausea and headaches. Hojin had already left the moment Iwol returned, so the one by his bed was definitely the latter. He notices the scent of food, and his nose wrinkles.
"I made some toast for you. Try eat something if you're starting to feel better."
Yeah. Sure. Even if he doesn't really like the idea of food at all right now.
Anyways, some unnamed times later, the breakfast is finished and he pushes himself up on his bed to look at his phone properly and respond to messages and all. His head starts to hurt after a few dozens of minutes, so he places his phone back down and goes back to sleep. He guesses that Iwol judged his state to be good enough, since after a light temperature check, he leaves without calling a babysitter.
Every time Hoyun moves positions, it's accompanied with the feeling of a child playing the drums on his brain and pulling the hair on his scalp and a profound feeling that he must be dizzy, even if he himself doesn't notice.
The next day, the situation is extremely similar, except he decides to try out eating more frequently and going out with Iwol in the hopes of forcing his recovery. Heads up, it does not go well because he feels worse outside and he ends up keeping his head down and eating minimal amounts of food, because he couldn't possibly fathom having more than that.
And the day after he finally goes back to his schedule, even if a little slow, and endures the lingering pain and fatigue to work through the day. By the time he's home, he sleeps early without waiting for Iwol's return and wakes up almost completely fine.
It took a while for him to recover, but anyways, he finally stands completely straight infront of Iwol.
[A/N: Can you tell how lazy I got w the writing? If i had more inspo, prolly wouldve written more.]