•The Ghost of Flowers• {[Nomin]}

✨🌸 Chapter 68 🌸✨

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"What do we do with them now?" Taeyong asked in a hushed tone as him and Jisung gazed at the boys on the bed.

"I don't know, but it's probably good to keep them together for now and see if what the three amigos said is true," Jisung whispered back, intently looking at his brother for any signs of awareness.

Taeyong swallowed and rubbed his chin. "Should we tell them when they wake up?"

Jeno let out a little snore that caught their attention, but ultimately the room remained quiet. "No... I don't think it's a good idea in case this really is just a cold."

The redhead nodded, taking approval with that idea. The four of them were currently at Jeno's house, both the sick boys laying in the dark haired's bed while Taeyong and Jisung were looking after them. They decided to put the two together just in case something happened in which both of them could be there to witness.

"Well, I need to go to work soon since it's almost afternoon," Taeyong muttered, hating how he had to work today of all days, including his night shift later on. Jisung hummed and nodded, stepping back and accidentally hitting the dresser behind him.

"Frick," the younger muttered, turning around and noticing spilled water and a now empty vase. He quickly picked up the little glass thing and rubbed up the water with his sleeve, giving an apologetic look to Taeyong.

"Don't sweat it, at least nothing broke," the redhead reassured and gave him a smile. After all the shenanigans that happened so far today, the two of them found they actually get along quite well. Jisung nodded and watched him leave the room, giving a thumbs up before he disappeared to his job.

Jisung let out a big exhale as he looked back to the bed, Jeno now rolling scarily close to the edge as Jaemin pushed on his back with one of his feet. The cat boy just shook his head and decided to go downstairs and maybe make some soup for them. That's always a nice comfort food and usually clears out the system. Especially when you put hot sauce in it.

Jisung nodded without any foul intentions, innocently drawing out a bottle of hot sauce and some chicken noodle soup cans.

Meanwhile, inside Jeno's lair, the dark haired boy gained a tickle in his throat, eyes flying open as he let out a loud cough. The sudden jolt caused his already unbalanced body to move forward, the sight of the hardwood floor suddenly becoming closer before Jeno hit the ground with a loud slapping noise.

Jeno groaned at the burning sensation from the face-first fall onto the ground, trying his hardest to sit up with the pounding headache he still had. He managed to get up with much effort and a tired gaze, pulling his sheet back to climb back into the warm covers he already missed. But that'd have to wait, because he practically screamed when he saw a random foot underneath the sheet he just pulled up.