[4:42pm] k.hw
“He’s just upstairs in his room, hun,” the woman's lips curled into a sweet smile as she pointed towards the carpeted staircase. Cocking her finger to the right, she continues. “The first door to your right.”
“Thank you,” you beamed, flashing a grin at the woman before pivoting on your feet and trailing up the stairs. It was funny; when the woman first opened the door for you, and you asked to see her son, she didn’t forget to follow up with the question of are you two friends? You simply nodded, her demeanor too sweet for the truth.
The woman’s son wasn’t your friend. In reality, it was Kim Hyunwoo—your currently sick lab partner, who always managed to make you go insane.
The door creaked open, exposing a ray of sunlight capable of blinding the masses. The room was cluttered, though you expected nothing less from your tardy labmate. Clothes were scattered across the floor and his desk chair, his bag gaping open as papers were practically flying out of it. An array of cups and soda cans were on display atop his bedside table—no wonder he had caught a cold. As your eyes continue to scan Kim Hyunwoo’s room, a figure shoots up, shaking the bed that they laid down in.
“y/n? What are you doing here?” Hyunwoo asked, his voice shaky and soft, with coughs lining his words—it managed to stay on your mind. Your chest sank to the floor; you were starting to feel bad for Hyunwoo.
“H-hey” You stutter, forgetting to answer his question. You shove the stack of paper to his chest. “Mr. Choi asked me to drop these off for you. It’s everything you’ve missed when you were gone.”
“Oh” He leaned back. He huffed out a chuckle, catching your attention. “You actually did it? I thought you didn't like me.”
You thought back to all the chemistry classes; classes where you’d lecture him on the smallest details. You wince. It was easy to think that, you suppose.
“That’s not true,” You add on anyways. “Now get some rest. I think you’re more annoying when you’re sick.”
Hyunwoo only nodded affirmatively before sinking into the sea of his bed covers. You look around once more, only now noticing the sky-rocketing thermometer levels, and the cup of hot tea scattered across his bedside table, just left of the soda cans. With a hitch of your breath, you sink down, your figure now at eye level with Hyunwoo’s as he laid down. You watched as Hyunwoo’s eyes remained shut, his breathing gaining volume with each huff. You presumed it was from the clogging of his nose.
It was weird; you were intrigued to see this new side of Hyunwoo. A side of him so calm and peaceful. For some reason, you didn’t mind being near him right now.
Finally realizing that you probably looked like a creep, you shot up from your seat. It was getting late anyways, you should probably head home to do some studying. As you turn around, however, you feel a slight tug at the hem of your shirt. You pivot back, only to see Kim Hyunwoo, face halfway hidden in the covers, with his arm stretched out at you—pulling you towards him.
“Could you stay a bit longer?” His voice was softer than a cloud.
