Secrets (1/1)

~YEUN'S POV~I haven't talked to Joon ever since the..."incident" happened three days ago.  I've been sleeping on the couch, letting him take the bed.  We eat breakfast at the same table, but not together.  We see each other in the halls, but never really look at each other.I look out the window a lot now and I daydream, but not today.Today I could barely wake up.  My whole body ached.  My stomach was twisting and my head spun.I heard the knock on my door, but could only moan painfully in response."Yeun..." Joon called through the door. "Can I come in?"I think I mumbled a "sure" back.The door opened, and Joon walked through."Are you okay?" he asked. "I didn't hear the door close this morning, so...""Do I look okay?" I mumbled.Sighing, he hesitantly reached a hand out to touch my forehead."Aish, Yeun!" he said, pulling his hand back quickly. "You're burning up!""No shit..." I groaned.I heard him set something down, sighing."I guess I'm staying home then," he said."But--" I started."No buts," he said. "I'll be right back with some medicine."I just nodded, knowing I was too fucking sick to win this debate. ~JOON'S POV~How did she get so sick so suddenly?I grabbed the medicine from the cabinet, heading back to the living room.She looks so pale and fragile...

"Here," I said, handing her the pills as I held the glass of water.She set the pills on the back of her tongue."Water," she croaked.I held the glass the her lips, watching her as she softly gulped it down.I want to touch her...I hesitantly brushed a sweaty lock of her hair from her forehead and trailed down her cheek, smiling at the feel of her soft skin.She shivered, her face contorting in discomfort.I took a spare blanket from the closet, setting it over her before getting up to get a bowl and a wash cloth.I filled the bowl with cool water, wetting the cloth in it before squeezing it out and laying it on her feverish forehead."Sorry," she said."For what?" I asked. "For being sick?"She nodded.I chuckled."It's not like you can control it," I said."I..guess you're right," she yawned.I yawned, too."Hey, knock that off," I laughed. "You're making me tired."She smiled, just the corner of her mouth lifted."What day is today?" she asked."Friday, why?"She groaned, frowning."What's wrong?" I asked."Shit, shit, shit!" she cursed."What?" I asked."Nothing," she groaned.Why is she keeping secrets?"It doesn't sound like nothing." I said."Nevermind," she said, her voice rising. "It doesn't effect you.""What is it?" I asked."It doesn't matter," she said, her voice an obvious warning to back off."Fine," I replied, removing the rag from her forehead, dipping it back into the cold water, squeezing it out and placing it back on her forehead. "Just try to get some sleep, okay?"She nodded, sighing.I went into the kitchen, making an herb soup.As I stirred, I worried.What's she hiding?  ...And why?