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inspired by my friend that i mentioned in this post. this was a convo that we had, and a convo that i hold dear. my mental health challenges peaked when i was in highschool and i just couldn't understand why it had to do so during what i regarded to be one of the most important years of my academic life. no one will ever have a clear answer as to why, but she said that "it's called mental health challenge because it's difficult" and for some reason, that simple explanation just kept me going. it's hard to describe, but i think i just needed someone who understood and put it into words.

It's one of those days when you can't understand yourself or the world around you. When the aching heart beat pounds too harshly on your chest and against your eardrums, and the sweat around your forehead and fingertips. With no clear reason to be feeling this way, you could only slump against the kitchen bench, sliding your back against the surface to sit on the floor.

You're blanked out, eyes staring mindlessly at an imperfection on the wooden floor. You're breathing the cooling air, but you can't feel your lungs taking any of it. Your lips are chapped due to the hour-long waterfall of tears. You try to rehydrate yourself, but the coolness of the glass makes you retract your hands, as if the temperature were the complete opposite.

Your golden retriever, Sunny, first sensed your anxiety flaring up before you did, and he's been carefully trailing you from behind. Now, completely defeated on the ground, he carefully taps his paws on your thigh. The small touch makes you turn your head to him, and you give him a faint smile. It's the sign you give to allow him to climb onto your lap. When he does, he tries to breathe calmly and hopes yours will sync with his soon. Your jittery fingers pat his back, trying to focus on his soft fur amidst the chaos.

The idea to adopt and train Sunny for health purposes was none other than your loving boyfriend's. Yunho knows that anxiety attacks have no scheduling or time limit, and he fears the times that he's not there to hold you close. The last time you had a major attack and he was out of the house, you passed out on the floor due to exhaustion. Staying in the hospital for a full day wasn't fun for him, but he could only imagine the excruciating moments that led you to be there.

Sunny nudges the home telephone that he had in his mouth into your hand. You know exactly what he's telling you to do and what you should do; what you've promised to do. Currently, Yunho is out with his friends. You know he wouldn't be mad if you asked him to come home and hold you tight with no words. But you couldn't bear being the person who would cause the smile on his face to drop. Even though you would do it for him if he were in your situation, you couldn't dare pick up the phone and dial his number.

It's so complicated to know that someone else would drop everything for you, not get mad, yet because of the past, everything you do is calculated with doubt.

You shake your head. "Let's just give him a few more minutes. I'm sure he'll be home soon." Sunny whines, his eyes and ears drooping at your reply. Your words weren't comforting to him, and it sure wasn't for you as tears prickled on the corner of your eyes.

You hum to yourself as you close your eyes, trying to picture a memory that brings you peace. It starts with meeting Yunho and his cheerful personality. The way his cheeks flushed red when he first asked you out. The first time he asked if you could be his first kiss. The day you and him bought this house that you both call home together. Jeong Yunho has been part of all your milestones, and you're the luckiest person in the world to have him.

Your heartbeat steadily calmed down, a gentle smile overtaking your frown. If it wasn't for Sunny wagging his tail, you would've missed the unlocked door and the car keys being set on the trinket bowl.

"Y/N, I'm home!" Out of energy, you couldn't respond to him, but you turned towards the direction of the kitchen entry, waiting for him. "Y/N?" he calls out for you. When he steps into the kitchen, his furrowed eyebrows of confusion are immediately replaced with alarmed eyes.

The paper bag in Yunho's hand is set down on the table over you, and he joins you by your side. Your hand is immediately in his, and he slips his arm behind your neck so that you can rest on his shoulder. Yunho doesn't say anything else and kisses the crown of your head.

"I'm here," he whispers. "Just tell me what to do, and I'll do it."

Your eyelids shut once more. "Just stay here with me."

"Done."

Sunny extends his front paws to Yunho, catching his attention. Yunho scratches Sunny's head and mouths a 'good boy' to the companion who kept you grounded. Sunny looks over to the discarded phone, and Yunho pulls a tight smile at it. He checks the call logs quietly, confirming that his phone isn't broken. It's not the time to talk about it now, he thinks. All that matters is to make sure you're feeling better.

"I know you think I should've called you," you break the silence. "I'm sorry that I didn't. It's not that I don't trust you or anything like that, Yun."

"No, I know," he reassures. "I know that it's hard to lean on someone when you're not used to it." He wants to continue with a 'but'. To remind you that he would always drop everything for you. But sometimes genuine words could scare a person more than it could comfort them, even if they mean good.

You lift your head from Yunho, already missing his warmth and touch. Slight shaking, you face him properly. "I'm sorry. I know I'm hard to comfort and get through-"

"Hey, hey, no. Don't apologise." Yunho cups your cheeks with his palms. His thumbs slide across under your eyes, ridding any leftover tears. "You're not, Sunshine. Don't say that. Let's take this step by step, okay? Of course, I wished you had called me, but I know reaching out is hard for you. I'm here to remind you that I'm always here. No matter what."

It's weird that he's calling you 'sunshine' when it's he who gives bright energy. When you ask him why he calls you the name with such love, his eyes soften and he leans for a sweet kiss: "Because you always make my days brighter. No matter what."

Your lips quiver at his understanding. His orbs shine for you, and the light touches he offers only make you break out into a second round of tears. Yunho's heart twisted at the sight of you fighting and bearing everything alone. He's here to remind you that he'll always be beside you, and he has every single time. You just need more time to dial his number. It's an improvement from the previous time when you slid the phone across the room.

Yunho extends his legs, patting his thighs for you. You take his offer and sit on his lap. He tucks your face under his chin and hums a calming melody. His fingers brush through your hair, and the one holding you across your back steadies you. To the beat of his melody, he taps your waist, bubbling a light chuckle from you.

"Tickles?"

You shake your head. "Perfect."

"Just like you," he confesses from the bottom of his heart, and you know he means it. "I love you and I'm so proud of you, Sunshine. I'll always be by your side."

His grey shirt hues darker from your tears, and Yunho whispers sweet nothings continuously. You could only nod, whimpering into his chest and keeping your heart warm.

"I love you, Yunho. Thank you for always being with me."

"I'm all yours, no matter when and where." Because his love for you is stronger and truly has no schedule or time limit.

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"Y/N! Thank goodness!" Mrs Jeong immediately embraces you, not waiting for you to shake off any snow on your outfit. "Thank you so much for coming."

"Of course. I wasn't doing anything important anyway, so thank you for calling me." You're not lying about that. You didn't think that preparing for tomorrow's blind date was important, at least not more important than Yunho.

The woman called you a few minutes ago, asking you to come over and take care of his bedridden son. From Yunho's insane schedule, you couldn't say that you didn't know this wasn't going to come. You warned him through text messages to dress warmly and to drink hot beverages against the cold weather. Your best friend said that he would do all those things, but given how you're here now, you wonder how much of it was actually true.

"I really have to run to the hospital now. I'm so sorry, sweetheart."

"No, please. It's okay!" You reassure her. As you hang your winter coat, you retrieve hers. "I hope everything is okay at the hospital. Drive safety, Auntie."

She's already halfway out the front door as you finish your greetings, but she turns back with a kind smile on her face. "Let me know if Yunho brings you real trouble. I'll smack him awake when I get home."

You shake your head playfully, watching her start the engine and driving away with a waving arm out the window. The front door closes with a reassuring click. Scanning the house, you clean the slight mess in the kitchen before checking up on Yunho. Besides, if you want to cook a hearty meal for him, it would be good to work in a cleaner space.

Across the hall, where the feverish boy lies under his blanket, he stirs awake at the mumbled engine. Yunho's eyelids feel especially heavy, and so does his back as he attempts to sit on his bed. The only light source was from the slightest crack on the bottom of his bedroom door, and despite that, his eyes squinted as if the room were on fire.

The poor boy pouts and sniffs before throwing his legs to the side of the bed to aim for the kitchen. He could tell that whoever is in the space is trying to keep their noises down as much as possible, and he smiles weakly at the consideration. He slides his feet across the wooden floor until he catches your familiar back on the sink.

His eyes are now better adjusted to the light, taking in the view in front of him: his childhood best friend, whom he has been in love with for so long, cleaning the familiar bowls and cutlery of his dinner from an hour ago. You hum lightly, shoulders swaying gently side to side to a rhythm. Yunho leans against the wall, eyes closing in relaxation to your voice. He could slumber back asleep at your singing, and the weakened state of his body only welcomed your tune even more.

"Yunho?" His name from your lips came as a calm whisper, but your frowning lips say otherwise. "I'm sorry, did I wake you?"You abandon the sink to skip towards him.

The boy shakes his head. "Did my mum call you here?"

"The hospital needed her urgently, and she was worried about leaving you alone, so she called me." As soon as you finish, your concerned look is replaced with a disapproving one. Your arms crossed against your chest, and an eyebrow rises. "Did you really keep yourself warm like you supposedly said you would on text?"

"Well, technically, the fact is that now I am warm so-"

"Yunho!" You exclaim. "I'm serious! Stop joking around! Your boss overworks you, and you don't know when you take breaks yourself. You wake up early and voluntarily stay towards the end to help your team members, which is fine, but not at the expense of your own health! Then I get texts from you," you whip your phone out, waiting for this moment:

golden puppy

don't be mad but

i got sick :((

BUT IT'S NOT SERIOUS OR ANYTHING

IT'S JUST A FEVER AND COLD AND COUGH

I'LL BE FINE SOON I PROMISE :((

"And mind you, that was four days ago, and the fact that your mum wouldn't leave you alone means that you're not at all better yet! Yunho, I told you to-"

Your rant is interrupted when Yunho can no longer keep his lips together. A snort came out from him, and if it's not the situation, you would've made fun of him. Realising his mistake, Yunho slaps a hand to his mouth, blinking innocently at you.

You roll your eyes, arms rising in exasperation. "I can't believe you. You're sick and all you're gonna do is laugh?"

"No, no," he puts his hands together, head hanging low. "I'm sorry. It seemed like I worried you a lot. I really did try to take care of myself…"

You exhale at his apology, knowing well that there's nothing much that you can do now. The prevention stage was a failure, and now you need to focus on helping Yunho recover as fast as possible.

You reach for his forehead against the back of your palm, your lips turning down at the temperature. "You're still really warm, Yun."

"Like I said, I am warm-" you smack his chest before he could finish.

"Go back to your room and sleep, you giant puppy." You uusher him out of the room by his shoulders and turn him around to the direction of his bedroom. Yunho didn't push against you, secretly needing you for energy anyway.

As soon as you turn the doorknob open, you can tell he's been living in there for the past week. The curtains are slightly opened, possibly to let a relaxing amount of sun in during daylight, but he never got to put away his laundry properly into his closet. There's a half-empty cup of water on his bedside table, and you could tell he fell asleep while gaming with his phone on his bed. You're reminded of Yunho's condition when he coughs beside you, hunching over as you pat his back with a knit between your eyebrows.

"Okay, come on," you guide him to the bed, making sure he slowly sits on the bed. You found his medicine checklist for the day, seeing that he hasn't checked off one after dinner. You wanted to scold him, but backed down when he looked over at you apologetically. You pop the aluminium cover of the medicine, dropping the pill into his palm. "Here," you kneel next to him and pass him the glass. "No, finish it," you tilt the cup back to his lips.

Yunho sighs in relief, regarding a soft smile. You brush his bangs to the side of his face calmly. He relaxes to your touch, reaching for your other free hand to hold. In the act, he pulls you closer and slots you between his legs. He rests his head on your chest, indulging himself in your familiar scent.

"Did I worry you that much?" He mumbles.

You hum, "You always make me worry."

"Yeah?" He pulls away slightly to see you properly, mischief written all over his eyes, "Are you worried about me, or are you worried about how no one can pick you up if you're in trouble?"

"Hey! I'm very capable of taking care of myself."

Yunho tilts his head in contemplation. "Tell me that again when you miss your bus."

"Shut up!" You ruffle his hair in laughter, whilst he tries to grab hold of you. "Fine then, next time I won't call you and you can explain to my mum why I would arrive home later than I should be!"

Yunho chuckles, "As if you wouldn't call me!"

The room blossoms with laughter until Yunho clears the itch down his throat. Your bottom lip juts, eyes looking over his pale face. "Alright, let's get you resting, okay?"

Stubbornly, he shakes his head and resorts to hiding his face in your chest. Without notice, an arm slithers to the back of your knees, and his other supports you back. You yelp as Yunho places you onto his lap and buries his face in the crook of your neck.

"Yunho?"

He inhales, "You should go before you get sick." But even though it's his suggestion, he only held you tighter. His thumb soothes the side of your knee, and you swear your heart skipped a beat or two. "Thank you for coming."

"Of course," you acknowledge. "You know I always would."

You're reminded of what you were doing before rushing over to Yunho's house. Your potential dresses for the date were all over the bed, and you were passing through your makeup bag aimlessly when none of the outfits felt fitting. You sent some of the pictures to Mingi, who was the one to set you up in the first place, but the man didn't offer much help. To be honest, Yunho would've been better for this kind of advice, but other than the fact that he's under the weather, you were scared of what he would say to you.

When Mingi rushed to tell you about the blind date excitedly, Yunho was next to you. He was silent throughout the whole time Mingi was filling you in on the details: about how he was showing a group picture with you in it, about how Mingi told his friend you're single, and that Mingi would let him know if you would be down for the date. You hesitated at first, and you stole a glance at Yunho, who stared off into the distance. He didn't tell you not to go, but he didn't encourage you either. All he did was playfully nudge you by the shoulder and indifferently say, "Well, whatever you choose to do, I support you." And for some reason, that should've comforted you, knowing that your best friend would always reliably support you. But as much as he's your best friend, he's someone that you love more than just friends, and his 'encouragement' hurt more than ever.

As if he read your mind, Yunho comments tiredly, "Are you excited for tomorrow?"

Unconsciously, you grip onto his arm, "I guess? I don't know this guy other than he's Mingi's friend."

"I'm Mingi's friend too." The comment was supposed to be kept in his head.

"I know…?" You furrow your eyebrows.

"So, you're only going because it's Mingi's friend?" He completely pulls away from you this time. His eyes lost the glimmer from the light moments a few minutes ago, and he looks into your orbs delicately. "Are you really going tomorrow?"

"Well, I have no reason not to go," you gulp.

Yunho's shoulders visibly slump, and he nods defeatedly, "I see."

The hand on your back moves to pat your head. Whilst Yunho already looks away, you couldn't help but keep your eyes on his side profile. Your eyes trace his cheekbones to the slope of his nose. The way his lips slightly parted as he breathed warmly against your skin. You had to forcefully turn your head away.

"Let me know if you need me to pick you up after."

You shake your head. "I doubt you'll be better by tomorrow."

"But if you ask me to, I would do it regardless."

Tell me not to go, you wanted to tell him. You want him to tell you that the date isn't worth it. That the date won't be fun. That he's sick and that you should take care of him instead. You wanted him to tell you to stay the night, so that you'll have a better excuse of coming to the date late or better yet, to not show up at all.

"Okay," is the reply you settled on. You will yourself to look at him one last time before walking away for him to rest. Yunho looks back at you when you poke his moles. "They're cute."

"I remember that time you said that you wanted to bite me because they looked like chocolate chips."

"I was a kid and I was craving chocolates!" You try to reason.

"And then you almost burnt the house down trying to bake some."

"We almost burnt the house down. Don't leave yourself out of the situation!"

You finally hop out of his embrace, already missing the stability that Yunho gave. But you knew that if you didn't, Yunho would never get the rest that he needed. Understanding you, Yunho finally lies down whilst you tuck him in.

"I'll be here until your mum comes back. I'm just in the living room if you need anything."

"Alright."

Making sure he's tucked in, you finally lift yourself off the bed. "Sweet dreams."

Your intentions to leave the room were so that he could rest, but your absence only made Yunho toss and turn around the bed. His mind wanders to how your hand could be interlaced with someone else. How you might tell him about your life stories, and if he would come up in the conversation. If you would fall in love with him, the same way that he's fallen in love with you all these years. And if he told you now, would you not go? Would you stay with him to make sure he would recover properly? Or would saying anything only make you turn away and never look back? He couldn't imagine losing you over a petty confession, but could he deal with the consequences of a possible successful date that you go to that's not with him?

"No," he concluded. "I can't deal with it."

Deciding that reason alone is enough, he kicks his blanket away and yanks his door open. If you left, he would've known since he wasn't asleep, but if you did, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop you properly. At the approaching footsteps, you swirl your head back to see Yunho behind the couch. His face is slightly flushed, and he hurries over to the other side to face you properly.

"I'm in love with someone." Yunho gulps as you blink at him wordlessly.

"O-Okay?" You stutter despite the sharp pain against your chest. "Who? Do I know her?"

"Y-Yeah, I'll tell you after your date tomorrow." With that, he begins walking away.

You raised an eyebrow, taken aback at the response. "You're telling me all that, but you're not telling me the full story?"

"R-Right, no. You're right, uhm," Yunho fidgets in his spot. His fingers push against each other, eyes wandering around everywhere but you. It's probably a good call for you too because you're unsure of how to face him after the information drop.

Eventually, seeing the troubled boy, you could only smile somberly. You've been prepared for this moment your whole life. The way that your eyes aren't welling up is a miracle. Pushing your feelings away, you shuffle closer to him, landing a soft touch on his forearm. The boy widens his eyes at the hug you offer. The pats on his broad back is slow, and unknowing of your heavy emotions, he found reassurance in them.

"Yun, we can talk about this later, you know?"

"No, we can't," he shakes his head. "Because what if you fall in love tomorrow?"

"I doubt it, but we can still talk about your love life even if I do-"

Yunho pulls away, a firm hold on your shoulders. "Don't go tomorrow. Please don't fall in love with someone other than me."

Your eyes widen and with the stunned look at your face, Yunho contemplates laughing his words away. But the thought of losing you made him gulp his nervousness away. The hands on your shoulders slide to your hands, holding them gently. His gaze settles upon you, taking in the way your lips have parted.

"I know it's unfair to say this, but I just can't see the girl I've been head over heels with fall in love with someone she's met in a day." Yunho's voice grows quieter with each word, but had no intention from stopping. "If you want to go, I won't stop you. You know I'll always support you," he chuckles timidly. "But I wish you wouldn't go…I wish you would selfishly just stay with me. Y/N, I-" he exhales, "I've always only seen you. I've always loved you as a friend, but more than that for the longest time."

You didn't mean to stumble back at that moment, and Yunho steps forward to break a potential fall. But he retracts in the last second, scared that you needed space. He looks down to the silly pattern of his socks, lips trapped between his teeth in defeat.

"I'm sorry if this made you uncomfortable," he begins again. "I'll just…" he throws a thumb behind him, beginning to walk away. It's when he turns away that you stop him, an arm around his middle and your cheek against his back. "Y-Y/N?"

You shake your head, figuring out the words that you want to say. "I didn't mean to back away at that moment, Yun. I-I'm just shocked that you like me in that way."

Yunho just looks at your intertwined hands. "You don't have to answer. And if you don't feel the same way, we can still be friends-"

"I don't want to be friends, Yunho."

Something in Yunho breaks apart. His chest pangs in hurt, and he has to suppress the growing tears. When you let him go, he had to force every muscle within him to move. You step infront of him before he could do so, pressing a sure kiss onto his chin. Mirroring your previous look, his eyes widen, the tips of his fingers touching where your lips were on his skin.

"I love you more than friends, Yunho."

He spent no time in getting your presence closer to him, cradling you into him. Your head to his chest while a hand combs through your hair. His other arm supporting your lower body to slightly lift you so that he could press a tender kiss to your forehead.

Disbelief washes over him, "Y-You're not joking, right?"

Your eyebrow raises, "What can I do to convince you?"

"Kiss me," he replies. "Not on my lips because you might get sick but just kiss me again-"

You didn't listen to his worries. If you got sick, then you could stay in with him; given your parents would let you out the house. So, you tiptoed as you gently nudge his nose with yours and hugged his bottom lips with yours. Yunho melts, his shoulders relaxing and chest full of love. The corner of his lips rises, only fueling the intimacy of the moment.

"Now, couldn't you guys have waited until after Yunho is healthy?" The introduction of the new voice is teasing but the only thing breaking apart is the kiss. "Okay, Yunho, sleep," his mother points deeper in the house. "Y/N, there's mouthwash in the bathroom for you to use."

"Mum!"

He hates being sick because it would always keep him away from you. And, now that he's had a taste of your sweet lips, he can't risk another sickness. He's too lovesick for you. And that's the only 'sickness' he could approve of.

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You don't recall the last time you actually sat on your dining table for its intended purposes. Not to set down the groceries for a minute while you rearrange the fridge. Not to pass out for a nap after a long day outside. Not to study there because the sight of your study table gives your stomach a sickening churn. But to sit down on the matching colour of one of your dining chairs with food sprawling across the surface like a feast.

Your boyfriend has been trying to get you to eat properly, but he's been more unsuccessful than ever recently. The aroma of your favourite takeout would be devoured in the living room while you cuddled together watching television, and the leftovers are for you to munch on when he falls asleep first, your study books becoming a mat for the containers. As the workload increases, so does the layer of grey dust along the surface of the table.

Wooyoung sighs as he cleans the surface once more, replacing the withered flowers in its vase in the centre. He turns his attention to the slightly creaking open door of your shared bedroom. He doesn't want to disturb your focus, so he takes a quiet peek through the gap, eyes softening with adoration and worry as you flip to another empty page. 

“It's almost dinner as well,” he mumbles to himself. Wooyoung exhales and leans away to the wall for support. 

As he does so, the lonely kitchen comes into view. The main light of that section of the house is on, but it's not enough to comfortably cook and eat. He yearns to also use the kitchen to cook for you, as he hasn't been for a while. The last time the kitchen was used was when San and Yeosang crashed for their group project, and had you in the library until an ungodly hour. Needless to say, your boyfriend was not happy with the timing. 

Wooyoung dashes away to the fridge, not before he clicks the bedroom door closed.

A gush of cooler air hits his face as he scans around the fridge for ingredients that he could work with. Upon further inspection, it looks like the leftovers from the last grocery are enough for him to whip up something that he knows you will love. The butter melts to golden brown, and he tosses onions and garlic into the mix, wafting the aroma towards him. Of course, he couldn't forget about the kimchi and spam, the latter a lifesaver ingredient in this recipe. Wooyoung whistles softly to himself, a wide smile spreading across his face as he garnishes his cooking with finishing touches. For the first time in a while, he clicks on more light switches, setting the table with cutlery and his dishes. The sweat on his forehead is wiped away with the back of his hand, and he's proud of his accomplishments.

“Done! And just in time for dinner!” Steadily, like before, he calmly walks over to the bedroom door. 

On the other side of the door, you're half-immersed in your studies. Even with your soundproof headphones, there is no way you could block the heartwarming home-cooked meal on the other side of the door. Throughout your study session, you keep glancing at the door, waiting for your loving boyfriend to call you for dinner. When it was time for Wooyoung to peek his head in, you're already looking at the door, chuckling at how he tilts his head and slightly widens his eyes at eye contact.

Wooyoung takes this as a time to fully open the door, standing straight with open arms. Immediately, you set your headphones on the desk and hop out of your chair. You jump into your boyfriend's embrace, legs wrapping around his middle as he steadies you in his arms around your lower body. 

“I smell something good,” you kiss the shell of his ear. 

“I'm sure I smell good, yes,” he teases, which landed a playful smack on his chest. 

His laugh is the comfort that you need, and the way that Wooyoung wraps his hands around your figure is all you need for your muscles to relax. You exhale in relief, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

“Shall we eat dinner? While the soup is still warm?” He invites, to which you nod. 

Wooyoung fills the air with a fragrant aroma, and his kisses tickle your cheek. Making sure you’re steady in his arms, he adds playful bounces to his steps, shaking your exhaustion away. He set you down on one of the high chairs on the island, but didn’t turn the chair around to his food yet. He ducks his head, taking your lips between his to press a gentle and loving kiss. His hands wrap around the curve of your waist, pulling you closer as he slots between your knees. Wooyoung chuckles at the closeness, putting a final peck to your nose and forehead. Enthusiastically, he introduces the banquet of food, explaining each one with an evident sparkle in his eyes. You nod your head, listening thoughtfully to the work of art your boyfriend has prepared. As soon as he gives you the ‘okay’ sign to dig in, the rice on the spoon swims in the spicy soup, pairing perfectly with your taste buds. You didn’t forget to cool the soup down before feeding him, the man approving his final cooking.

Wooyoung rests his forearms on the marbled top, satisfied with how you’re re-energising after a long day. “How is it? Do you want me to warm it up a bit more?”

“It's perfect, Woo.” You move Wooyoung’s plate and cutlery next to you, patting the empty seat next to you. Wooyoung circles around to your side, an arm wrapped around your middle. His thumb soothes you, your body further warming up from his acts. Your eyes close, focusing on him beside you and the flavours of love in your mouth. “You're the warmest thing.”

“So, I'm a thing now?”

“Shush,” you reprimand him with a chuckle. “I meant company. You're the warmest company.”

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