Title: The Day I'm Sick

Pairing: Mike x Golf

Category: One Shot

Rating: P

...Everywhere near each other that you and I are familiar with

...Even though there are some things you have to do indifferently. I'm afraid I'll dream too much until... lots

...I don't want to think about myself any more than this.

...Every day something good is good. Just getting this is more than satisfying.

...You may not know, and that's okay. ..not saying a word

...I even accept one-sided love.

...not daring to reveal my heart ..secretly love you..

"P' Golf, please open the door.."

I stood in front of the third brother's bedroom, pounding on the door. After being woken up early in the morning by a phone call informing me of an urgent work queue. Actually, the door isn't locked. But I don't want to be too careless. Afraid of hitting the jackpot I happened to find my older brother sleeping naked. I probably couldn't do anything right.

Well.. I should probably say that I'm more afraid of not being able to control myself.

It's been a long time since I thought of him more than a brother. Maybe it's because we're too close to each other. Lately, I've purposely moved away from P'Golf significantly. In case many things will get better.

But.. it's not better at all.

It turned out that I was the only one who had to suffer..

It seems like P'Golf knows my feelings as well but doesn't say them. That one is not that much. But P'Golf deliberately treated me like before. I know what I think of him. But Golf still pretends to come and tease me like when I was a kid, even though things have changed.. including my feelings.

He really wanted to impose his 'older brother' status on me.

"Hey! Phi Golf, did you hear that?”

I pounded on the door harder but there was no sign that the owner of the room would come out to open it. I scratched my head and furrowed my brow in surprise. Normally, if you don't hear a mumbling response, you will hear some cursing.

What should I do? Should I open it and go in?

I held my breath for a bit before reaching out and twisting the doorknob.

The small body huddled in blankets didn't seem to wake up when I stepped into the room. Cold wind from the air conditioner blew out, causing me to freeze my feet from the cold.

Is this guy going to turn on the air conditioner to make it cool all the way to the gate?

I picked up the air conditioner remote at the head of the bed and pressed it to increase the temperature and sat down next to him. Golf closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and buried his face in the pillow like a child. His messy, dark hair fell into his face. Not a single trace of the famous artist remains. I looked at the person in front of me sleeping soundly and shook my head jokingly.

“Wake up early, I have work this morning.”

I reached out and gently shook the body on the bed. But then I had to quickly pull my hand back because of the hot air that clearly contrasted with the air in the room. P'Golf made a noise in his throat before curling up onto the blanket like a kitten.

"Hey, P' Golf, are you sick?"

I said, placing my hand on the other person's forehead. Feel the cool moisture of your hair.

Sleep with your hair wet again. No wonder... will I feel sorry for you?

I stood up and considered the sick person on the bed. What must I do first at a time like this? Oh, that's right, I have to wipe myself off. I swallow hard as I imagine the sequence of events ahead. But then I had to shake my head vigorously. To chase away crazy thoughts

A chiseled face like this What are we thinking?

An annoying rattling sound made me conscious..

Why is my body this heavy? I can't breathe. I feel awful.

Ah.. Last night, after taking a shower, I fell asleep from exhaustion. I guess I forgot to dry my hair again.

I opened my eyes and looked. What is that familiar back bent and raised? What is it doing next to the window? before walking in with a large towel I quickly closed my eyes again for fear that Mike would know that I was awake. I don't know why, but I suddenly wanted to know what he would do when I was bedridden like this.

Oh..that guy is sick and will die. There are only people who have supported me since I was a child. Including myself, I have to take care of Mike at all times.

An opportunity to lie in bed and let Mike take care of you. Can't find it easily.

The side of the mattress sagged under the weight of the body sitting down. Mike unbuttoned my nightshirt before cleaning it up like no one had ever done before.

I felt his hands tremble a bit. I guess it was cold because I usually turn on the air conditioner.

Mike reached over and put his arm around my waist and pulled me towards him. With just a little effort, I easily floated up to his shoulder. Before Mike started wiping the back I pressed my hot cheek against Mike's broad shoulder and blinked confusedly.

This guy.. has he gotten this big already?

When the last button is finished Mike pulled up the blanket and covered me up to my neck. before avoiding walking to the front of the room door I opened my eyes and looked. He was seen pressing his mobile phone rapidly and raising it to his ear. Mike cupped his hand over his mouth before whispering to the person on the line. I guess he's afraid I'll wake him up.

“Hello, uh.. It's Mike. I mean, Golf is very unwell. Can I postpone the work?"

Huh .. work .. what work ?

Is this why this guy came to me in the room?

Lately Mike has been pushing me away all the time. Don't play with me like usual. Break time from work If you don't talk on the phone, talk to the team. In conclusion, if there is no work involved. We hardly talked at all.

“Please understand. Phi Golf can't take it."

The microphone sound was louder than usual but felt strangely smooth. Like a sign of the calm sea before a storm.

“Then I'll cancel.”

That's it, a storm has come in..

“Dammit!”

Mike swore loudly and threw his phone on the table next to him in frustration. He ran his hand through his hair hard. before turning around to meet my gaze. The doctor froze for a bit. He hurriedly adjusted his expression to normal and walked quickly. Come sit on the bed next to me.

"How are you .."

The mic's sound is a little shaky. I know he is angry..

“Um.. that's bad,” I muttered back, helping myself up into a sitting position. “Did something happen just now?”

“It's just urgent work. Don't worry. Mike has already canceled it.”

I furrowed my brow and looked at him in confusion. Mike looked me in the eye. After a moment, he quickly averted his eyes. But he could still see the trembling within. He was probably afraid that I would complain like a bee-eating bear again.

“How can you cancel work without consulting me, little one?” I was good at keeping my mouth shut even though my voice was completely hoarse.

"Don't tell me that I'm still going to work in this poor condition." Mike looked surprised. "Just go to bed. Mike is too lazy to carry Golf into the ICU."

Mike said pressing my shoulder against the bed. But I resisted with complete weakness.

“The work is so urgent that even calling in the morning shows that it must be important. And he probably won't be able to find someone to replace us." I said to my younger brother, who was frowning. "Go, it'll only be a moment, then I'll hurry back to bed."

“But ..”

“Please give me a sweater from the closet.”

I quickly interrupted when I saw Mike open his mouth to argue. He looked at me for a moment and then let out a shaky breath before agreeing to walk over and pick up the shirt and hand it to me.

“Go wait downstairs, I'll follow you. Don't forget to call that staff member as well.”

Mike stood still and looked at me with a neutral expression. But I know he's worried.

Those eyes always looked at me with concern.

“It's okay..”

and the tone of voice that uttered every word There is usually only gentleness as well..

I clenched my fists and gave a big smile back. Mike shook his head and strode out of the room. Before closing the door, he turned and looked at me again. With eyes that have some meaning behind them

Something ..

Yes, I think I know Mike's feelings. But I'm still not sure. And I don't want to be sure.

I'm afraid.. afraid that one day If I were sure of his feelings Then I would unknowingly hurt Mike's feelings, hurting the feelings of my only 'younger brother'.

It's not that I don't love him..

But I'm still not sure about the word 'love' between me and him. Is it the same feeling?

The wind was so strong that I had to tighten my thick shirt close to my body. The soft sunlight shone off the surface of the water and sparkled when viewed from the corner where we were sitting. If I don't have blurred vision, my ears won't ring, and my nose won't prolapse. The scene ahead must have left me more or less stunned by its beauty.

But this isn't the case at all..

I sat sniffling in the middle of the filming set by Rama VIII Bridge. Beside him sat an angry younger brother, breathing heavily. I guess he was annoyed that I was stubborn about coming to work.

“What's wrong, Mike? Make your face look like a monkey's ass .. just ka ka ka !!”

Before I could finish my sentence, I coughed up a big pounding. All the water is flowing out. Mike got up and picked up a water bottle and handed it to me. He poured water from another bottle onto a towel and threw it on my forehead.

"What are you talking about? Have you ever heard anything?"

Mike grumbled loudly but dropped back into his seat. I secretly looked at my little brother and smiled. Usually if Mike is really irritated or angry at someone. Even his face will not be looked at. Plus he didn't even come close.

Because you're worried about me..

Really cute, my little brother.

“Nong Golf, Nong Mike, come put on your makeup first.”

A beautiful female member of staff (male gender) walked in with a large bag in her hand. Mike stood up and walked to his seat first, easily. But he didn't stop turning to look at me often.

"Eh.. Nong Mike, stay still. Why are you so flustered today?"

Makeup artist moans after having to remove eyeliner for the third time Because Mike was only concerned with me. I saw it and it was funny. I've never seen a fresh reaction like this before. It's fun too.

I've been wanting to get sick for a long time..

“Wow!!”

Phi Golf yawned, opening his mouth so wide he could almost stuff an entire elephant down. I secretly glanced at it out of the corner of my eye and laughed. This is my brother.. Why does he look younger every day like this? Until now, when we go to work together in different places. People thought I was his older brother.

"Um.. Mike, I'm so sleepy."

The crying sound of the person sitting beside me radiating heat was so faint it was pitiful. I could only hand him another towel soaked in cold water. P'Golf weakly reached out his hand to pick it up before resting his head on his back. That fell on my shoulder. The hot steam from his face penetrated through his thin t-shirt.

Golf's body is so warm, so warm that it's hot..

I had the opportunity to wrap my arms around the person in front of me before my back fell tight. Light scent of shampoo The small man's hair didn't calm me down one bit. I gently blended my cheek into the hair. In his mind, he was angry at everything, including the crew, the sets, the electricians, or even the icebox.

Noi.. why do you say it's an urgent job? Sit and wait to take pictures until the roots grow!

“Hyung, can you take a photo? Golf won't be able to take it anymore."

I shouted and asked the staff member who passed by. He was slightly startled when he saw my expression. before answering fearfully, “Uh .. wait a moment. There was a problem with the scene."

What a big problem! Why didn't you finish fixing it before calling to inform me of the work schedule?

I clenched my fists tightly before letting out an irritated breath. I could hear P'Golf's soft breathing, loud and steady. It indicated that the small figure in front of him had fallen asleep due to a fever.

I tried to keep calm and lowered my head to read the script in my hand for the hundredth time. The paper was damp with sweat and crumpled because I had accidentally crumpled it several times. Well, it can't be helped. If I don't do this, what's the hope of me crushing the face of one of the staff members?

“Golf Mike has taken the photo.”

The same team member shouted from a hundred meters away. I don't know if my cruel aura was radiating towards him too much or not. Because his demeanor looked frightened and strange, to the point that he didn't dare come near him, so he thought about it.

“Phi Golf ..”

I gently shake the body in my embrace. P'Golf rubbed his eyes for a bit before looking up at me.

“Let's go on set. I'll hurry back,” I said, pressing the back of my hand against the other person's rounded forehead, "Are you okay?"

"um .."

The strong light that shone in made me almost automatically close my eyes. I squint my eyes and look ahead. My eyes are blurry, my eyes are burning, my eyes are hot, my head is dizzy, my ears are ringing, my nose is drooping. Oh..is there anything worse than this?

A cool breeze blew and the crew on set breathed freshly. But for me, it's more like a knife cutting into the skin. The thick sweater didn't protect me at all.

Hey.. I want to go home.

"Hey, P' Golf, did you hear the news that you're not feeling well?"

The voice of Shin, a younger singer close to me, greeted me as he wrapped his arms around his neck. But with Mike and I standing next to each other Shin's arm that was on my shoulder reached out and touched the microphone. He looked up from the script in his hand and looked at us. With a face like..

Uh.. I don't know. I might just be imagining it myself.

“It's hot. Are you alright?" Chin put his hand on my forehead. “Have you taken the medicine yet?”

"is .."

"eaten"

Mike interjected. With his hand coming to wrap around my shoulder, replacing Shin's hand that had been blocked out. Shin frowned slightly and turned to look at Mike in surprise. before shrugging his shoulders to correct his embarrassment

"Anyway, get well soon, Golf."

Chin patted my shoulder a few times and then separated to discuss the queue with the staff. I looked after him, feeling dazed. The stabilizer seems to fall. Until the pressure on my shoulder made me conscious.

“Stay next to Mike, Golf,” Mike said without looking at me.

It's strange, even though it's uncomfortable. But I felt completely safe.

Is it because of you? .. Mike

"okay! You can enter the scene now.”

The sound of the team's voice rang out causing Mike to pull away. I walked over and sat on a chair by the water that was set up in a casual atmosphere. It goes with the concept of talking in a free style. Mike followed me and sat next to me.

The program was fun (well, at least everyone else was having fun). I hardly said anything. It only serves to laugh. In my heart I prayed. Please let the filming program end. I was so dizzy that I thought I couldn't take it anymore, until..

“Oh! Golf, please show me."

“What?” I gasped.

“Show me a new dance move. That was on VTR just now. The dance teacher said that you often come up with new moves. Eh! Did you secretly fall asleep during filming?”

The host joked about saving my life. Followed by the laughter of the others.

"Oh, it's.."

How can I tell you? Just standing there. Now I don't have any wisdom.

"I'll let Mike dance for you to see."

Mike moved to stand up but was teased by another host and pulled him down to sit down as before. Along with everyone's cheering, I had to force myself to stand up. He was so staggered that he had to hold onto the back of his chair tightly.

Then suddenly the picture in front of me became blurry. My consciousness began to fade. Your strength is disappearing.

The last thing I saw That was Mike's trembling eyes reaching out to me..

"P'Golf! .. Brother Golf! ..”

I shake my brother's body in my embrace. But Golf doesn't seem like he'll open his eyes. I clenched my fists and scooped up the figure in front of me and headed towards the van, ignoring the shocked looks of the people around me.

“Uncle, go home immediately. Step on it all the way!”

I shouted to the driver and slammed the car door shut. Golf's head cocked at the impact of the wheels grinding the road like crazy. I decided to pull the body and hold it close to my chest. Golf's hot breath clearly contrasts with the cool air conditioning in the car. I reached up and turned off the air conditioner. Along with tightening the embrace tighter I hope that the warmth from me will help warm the person in front of me.

Please, P' Golf, don't worry about anything..

I put Golf's unconscious body on the bed. The temperature in the body rose to an alarming level. The soaked towel was dragged over the smooth skin of the hands over and over without stopping. But the heat from P'Golf refused to subside one bit.

"yeah .."

A loud noise came from the person lying on the bed. I immediately rushed to find P'Golf.

"P' Golf, how are you?!"

“Gulp .. breathe .. no .. out.”

“Hey, don't be kidding. Mike doesn't have a heart pump!”

I kept my mouth nice but my heart twitched. His hand frantically searched for his cell phone in his pants. But when it was in my hands My brain turned completely dull. His eyes focused on the person acting awkwardly on the bed. while the fingers remained pressed on the phone's keypad for a long time Can't think of anything? There's even an emergency number!

“Oh my!”

I threw my cell phone away in frustration. Then he went straight to support the other person's limp body. Golf opened his mouth and breathed heavily. His brows furrowed painfully. His chest heaved with his breathing. I lifted the back of his neck a little higher. before taking a deep breath

Well, there's only this way..

I decided to bend down and put my mouth on the pale face in my arms and blow air into it. His lips were thin and the heat from the fever in front of him made my heart skip a beat. I had to part my lips to calm myself many times when the heat inside me was accidentally ignited.

Soon, Golf's condition calmed down. His chest rose and fell with the force of his steady breathing. But whatever it is, it won't be that easy.

Because my symptoms keep getting worse instead..

I ran my hand along the other's pale face. The small figure in front of me opened its eyes and looked at me. His lips moved, he gasped slightly, tiredly.

I don't want to be interested in anything anymore..

I let my emotions take precedence over reason.. Then I realized it again. I took those red lips in my own hands. Golf's eyes widened. There was a moan of protest in his throat. A small hand tried to push me away due to the little strength of a sick person. But soon he changed to holding onto my shirt tightly. My body was so weak that I had to hold it in my arms.

“M.. Mike.”

P'Golf parted his lips and gasped for a hot breath. I brushed my nose against the smooth white cheeks and neck. before pressing his lips again. Holding the body in front of you with your intersecting tongue, pressing hard against those soft lips to express the feelings hidden within your heart.

Do you feel that, Golf?

Have you felt the feelings Mike sent you yet?

"Love .. Mike loves P' Golf .. P' Golf .."

I whispered, hovering around the hot lips in front of my face like a crazy person. A hot tongue inserted into the mouth, absorbing the sweetness that was increasing more and more. The lips were pressed again and again, harder and harder. according to the hot emotions that erupted in the body

But then the moans of the people beneath me protesting because of lack of air woke me up. I parted my lips and looked down at the small figure in front of me with guilt. His eyes were overflowing with tears and he looked back, unable to predict his feelings. My red lips trembled as a result of my self-indulgence.

What am I doing here?

"P' Golf .. Mike is sorry .."

I was stunned, unable to understand the beginning and end. He could only reach out his hand and wipe away the tears of the person in front of him that had soaked the pillow. Golf blinked a few times before falling asleep because of his fever. I sighed deeply before reaching out and pulling the blanket up to cover him.

This is the craziest thing..

I bit my lip so hard that I felt the faint taste of blood.

Hurt.. Hurt enough.. Hurt as much as the look in Golf's eyes that looked at me just now.

I almost ruined the relationship between our siblings with my sudden temper.

Suddenly I got goosebumps when I thought about it. If I wake up just a little bit more slowly I must definitely hurt Mr. Golf..

“Hahahahahaha!!”

I sniffed hard before I whipped my head around. My messy hair fell into my eyes and I had to run my hand through it. So it became busier than before. At first glance, it looked like a puppy that fell into the water and was sitting there shaking its fur.

“Hey! Mike's allergies are starting to flare up."

Golf looked up from the game control in his hand and looked at me in surprise. I immediately developed a fever as if I had made an appointment.

Noi.. Who is it because of this?

This sentence, I can only complain in my heart. I don't dare speak out. Because it seems like Golf doesn't remember the events that happened that day at all. Because he never once mentioned that matter to me.

But it's good. Because I don't want to lose Golf because I'm dizzy and keep getting mine..

"I can't. Go to sleep.."

I tossed the game controller aside and stood up in a blur, clear mucus dripping down. It was strangely pitiful to see. It's good that we had a long break. I have to thank P'Golph for pretending to make fun of Oil, causing the company to inevitably have to clear the work queue.

Heck, being a famous artist is difficult too.

That night..

The sound of the door opening made me drowsily open my eyes. The shadows in front of the door almost made my eyes widen. But when I looked closely, it was P'Golf who stood awkwardly, not daring to come into my bedroom.

Oh.. I thought the ghost was cruel. You've deceived a sick person.

“Mike, are you awake?”

P'Golf calls softly, but I don't know why his voice sounds strangely muffled.

I slowly lifted myself up and sat up. Damn it, I was dizzy. P'Golf saw that I was awake and walked over and sat at the end of the bed in an awkward manner. If you could jump up and sit on the window sill, you would have done it already.

And more importantly.. P'Golf wears a cloth to cover his mouth!

What does he see me as? How do parasites spread disease?

“Mom asked me to see if you took your medicine before bed.”

P'Golf said while looking around for a packet of fever medicine. I couldn't say anything else but kept my eyes on the person in front of me. If it wasn't necessary, he probably wouldn't even look at me at all. P'Golf turned around and saw me staring like that and was a little startled. Probably afraid of my eyes Well, I have fierce eyes.

"If you hate each other that much...just leave."

I let out a hoarse noise before falling back onto my bed. Reaching out, he pulled up the blanket to cover only his eyes and pretended to go back to sleep. But it has small hands. Phi Golf's stuff came and was pulled out first.

“Hey! Mike, get up and talk first!" Phi Golf shouted.

Noi.. I won't give up.

I tried to pull it back with force and it became a game of blanket tug-of-war. Fight each other, fight each other In the end, I couldn't fight him because of the fever. It's not fair, is it? Even though I'm bigger and more powerful, I still lose in a blanket tug of war with my thin, frail brother like this.

Hey.. If anyone finds out, where will I put my face?

Golf pulled the blanket off at the feet before moving to sit next to me. He took off his gag. Then he reached out and gently pushed my head.

“If you can be upset, mother tells you to wear it. I don't want to wear it at all."

I was quiet and closed my eyes for a moment to try to ignore him. Heh.. P'Golf was another one, even though he knew my feelings completely. But he likes to come in and be close like when he was a child. If one day I suddenly can't take it anymore In what ways will our sibling relationship change? I don't want to think about it.

Ah..is that why I fell asleep?

I opened my eyes when P'Golf's soft hand gently touched my forehead. P'Golf saw I was awake and stopped for a bit before quickly pulling his hand back. But I don't know what inspired me. Or maybe the brain doesn't give commands, I don't know. Instead, I grabbed that small hand and held it tightly. Even though I had restrained myself many times

I was losing control both physically and mentally..

I suspect the fever medicine will cause harm.

".. Doing what"

"Uh.. Let me try taking your temperature." P'Golf gulped. "I didn't think it would wake you up. Sorry."

Then suddenly I did something that shocked both of us..

I raised my hand up to my cheek and placed warm lips on the palm of my hand. Golf was startled. He tried to pull his hand back but I held it tight. As if I could lose Phi Golf at any time.

It's definitely bad..

If my consciousness continues to be fuzzy like this I must have hurt P'Golf for sure.

“Hey! Goosebumps! Are you sleepwalking about a girl? Mike, let go!”

At this time, Golf's words had no influence on me anymore.. I buried my cheek in Golf's palm and pretended to close my eyes. P'Golf grunted and soon the resistance disappeared. And when I opened my eyelids, I found that those eyes were looking back at me as well.

I don't want to be beside myself..

But the look in their eyes means more than being 'brothers'.

The two of us were silent for a moment. Golf was able to pull his hands free and move away.

If my eyes weren't blurry in the dark I think I saw Golf's face turn red..

“Uh .. have you taken your medicine before bed yet?”

".. eaten"

"Then you go to sleep so you can get better quickly. I'll go."

P'Golf moved to turn around and return to the room. Instead, I stood up and subconsciously reached out and grabbed the delicate upper arm in front of me. The owner of the figure I was clinging to turned around and looked at him suspiciously.

That moment..

I don't know what the hell happened. It made me decide to grab the body in front of me and hug it.

“Hey!..What are you doing to me?”

Phi Golf made a noise of protest and pushed himself away. After falling back, his whole body fell on me from the force of the pull. But I held that thin body close to my chest.

Ah.. so warm.

I buried my nose in the crook of the trembling white neck of the person in front of me before inhaling sharply. Light soap smell with damp hair on the nape of the neck Made me almost unable to control my consciousness.

"Let go, Mike!"

P'Golf tried to remove my goalkeeper's hand. Those little hands pounded and tore my arm without stopping. Plus there's elbow support provided as well.

Huh, this little one. But the hands are very heavy..

“Stay like this for a while,” I whispered softly to the person in front of me. “Just a little, please..”

Golf was silent for a moment. before sighing and leaning back against my broad chest in surrender.

"Did you talk down to a girl and use me as your representative? You crazy little brat."

A cursing sentence but a gentle tone, my brother..

I bury my face in front of my neck. Inhaling the smooth white cheeks Then he pressed his cheek against the soft, smooth hair. Golf trembled slightly and flinched every time I buried my nose in his hair. But he still remained silent and graciously accepted me.

Because you see that I am your younger sibling..

Because P'Golf is such a good older brother. I couldn't hurt him at all.

I stopped bullying the small figure in front of me and tightened my embrace. P'Golf also relents, pressing his head gently into the warmth of my chest. I smiled before resting my chin on the shoulder of the person in front of me and closing my eyes again.

I haven't hugged like this in a long time.

While I was warm and happy with Golf's after-shower scent, I heard his voice and had to open my eyes to look.

The voice was muffled and unintelligible. Or maybe my ears were ringing because of the fever, I don't know.

I made a noise in my throat. Tighten your arms Bury your face in the crook of your neck and close your eyes.

I don't want to wake up at all..

"I agree because you helped me."