you were wondering why your boyfriend hadn't been responding to you.

well, it had actually only been a few minutes, but you were dramatic like that.

so you decided to go ahead and pay him a visit at his place, worried sick.

speaking of sick, as soon as you arrived, you didn't even bother to knock. you went through the small gate next to the main gates of his home, before closing it once you were in. afterwards, you rushed up to the porch, turned the knob, and opened the door.

stepping in, you immediately took notice of the almost.. dull, atmosphere. which was weird, of course, since your boyfriend was the complete opposite of that.

stepping out of your shoes, you set them aside on the shoe rack, before closing the door behind you. you made your way through his living area and kitchenette, then through the corridor that housed his bathroom and his room.

once you were in front of the door to his bedroom, you opened it, your eyes landing on the bed, which had a lump under the blanket, his head peeking while the rest of his body was covered by the fabric. he his messy, fluffy hair was all over the pillow, and the sheets were rumpled, mattress flat.

"..."

his room was also notably cold, which would explain why he was all bundled up by the covers you remembered sharing with him countless of times. he shivered, the blanket quivering above him. he let out a shuddering sigh, his lashes fluttering as he kept his eyes closed.

your boyfriend was sick.