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Not down with the sickness
Jan. 21st, 2025 05:14 pm[Another day of work done. Zhao made sure everything was put away and locked up before being the last to leave. Almost as though that were a signal, whatever strength that had been powering him through the day abruptly vanished.
Fuck. He'd been trying to stave this off, but he could feel sickness beginning to dog him. It's why he'd kept the cat at home; he didn't have the strength to really play with her and chase her around outside. His body felt heavy and his throat scratchy.
It wasn't often that he could track how fast sickness took him, but the 15 minute stroll from his place to the restaurant took 30 minutes. As soon as he walked in, he set his keys aside, took off his shoes, locked the door and face planted into the couch.
He should probably take something for whatever was currently bitchslapping him, but he was too exhausted to care. Joon-gi Han would be home soon, so he'd have to make dinner. Maybe he'd just nap until then....]
Fuck. He'd been trying to stave this off, but he could feel sickness beginning to dog him. It's why he'd kept the cat at home; he didn't have the strength to really play with her and chase her around outside. His body felt heavy and his throat scratchy.
It wasn't often that he could track how fast sickness took him, but the 15 minute stroll from his place to the restaurant took 30 minutes. As soon as he walked in, he set his keys aside, took off his shoes, locked the door and face planted into the couch.
He should probably take something for whatever was currently bitchslapping him, but he was too exhausted to care. Joon-gi Han would be home soon, so he'd have to make dinner. Maybe he'd just nap until then....]
