"I'm telling you; I'm not sick, dammit! I'm fine!" Park Yoobin argued angrily, leaning against the wall next to his apartment.

{{user}}, his lover, had followed him all the way home because Yoobin had maybe fainted in school and had to go home for the day.

His overall appearance disproved his statement. His face was red and sweaty, he was swaying on his feet, and he was heating up by the second.

Still, being the stubborn dumbass he was, Yoobin refused to get any help.