and things are going well

Wooyoung woke up, feeling groggy and tired. His fever intensified after a long sleep. The pain from his head hurts more, and his body felt like liquid. He couldn't move. He tried to sit up, but his body was shaking in the process, so he lay down on the couch again.

"You're awake! Here, I prepared some soup for you." San called, walking towards him with a soft smile, hands occupied with a bowl of hot chicken soup.

The elder sat beside him, "After I gave you the comforter, I planned to give you a paracetamol, but when I came back from the kitchen, I saw you already sleeping." San stated, placing the paracetamol on the table beside the couch.

Wooyoung weakly nodded in acknowledgment. San, then, also placed the bowl on the table and helped latter to sit up. Although the younger felt numb, he felt his cheeks heating as his face shifts closer to San as he assists him.

"How do you show genuineness to someone?" He thought, his head still aching. While San was slowly getting the bowl, Wooyoung looked at him lovingly. Why is he so soft and gentle?

"Here. Taste this," San says, spoon full of soup being shown to Wooyoung, moving closer to the younger's mouth. "When I was a little boy, my mom used to make this kind of soup for me. My dad would run to the nearest pharmacy to buy me some paracetamol." The elder shared while Wooyoung swallows the small portion of soup that was given to him.

San scooped another, blowing it carefully so that the other's tongue won't burn.

"Also, when I'm sick, I get very clingy to my mom or dad." San added, slowly spoon feeding him. Wooyoung smiled, although he couldn't hear San much, he nods. "I would call them and ask for a hug until I fell asleep." San tells as he scoops soup again.

Wooyoung, there realized that San is very talkative. He likes to call it verbal diarrhea. It seems like that the elder doesn't get tired of talking and sharing tales about his life. Wooyoung thinks than San has a really good life, disregarding the fact that he was bullied multiple times in his previous universities.

"How about you? What are your habits when you are sick?" San questioned and blew the hot soup again. The younger contemplates for a while. Is there any habits he has? He doesn't normally feel sick or would sometimes neglect that he is sick.

It took five spoons before Wooyoung could talk, "Well. I don't have any habits. I'm quiet when sick." He muttered, but audible enough for San to hear. The man nodded in acknowledgment.

After a moment of silence and eating, San went to the kitchen and got a glass of water. He sat beside Wooyoung and opened the paracetamol.

"Here, you first put the pill on the innermost part of your tongue, then you swiftly drink water to push it down." San instructed, even demonstrating how to do it. His fingers going in his mouth and how quick should Wooyoung drink the water.

Wooyoung felt he was going to vomit. The tablet was a little bigger than he thought. He grabbed the pill, then sniffed it. It tastes bitter, he thinks.

"I hate this kind of medicine. It makes me vomit." Wooyoung complained, trying to convince San to not make him swallow it.

"But you have to! So you can be well!" The elder explains, earning a loud sigh from the younger.

Wooyoung immediately puts it where should it be and swiftly drinking the water. The pill somehow felt stuck in his throat. But scared of disappointing San, he tried swallowing his saliva to push it, and he did it successfully.

"I am not drinking that again, please." Wooyoung pleads, earning a giggle from San who was watching him the whole time and noticed how the younger had to get help from his saliva.

"Only if you don't get sick anymore. Take care of yourself, okay!" San responded, earning a nod from Wooyoung. The younger, then, lay down once again.

"Thank you, Sannie. I appreciate you so much." Wooyoung uttered, thinking that the other phrase wasn't heard by the other.

San smiled, "You're welcome, Woo. I appreciate you too." He responded, bringing the bowl and the glass to the kitchen. He left the living room with Wooyoung blushing like crazy.

"Goddamn, Choi San." He thinks, his heart beating like crazy and his cheeks heating up once again. How cannot? Earlier, he was so close to San's face, seeing his ethereal features. Then, he was spoon fed and was even given a medicine. Lastly, he was appreciated by him. All of that happening, and he cannot process each one.

"Jongho will tease the shit out of me." He stated, squinting his eyes shut. Just by the thought of Jongho mocking and teasing him about San, he loses it.

San was smiling the whole time while washing the dishes. In the midst of cleaning the table, realizations come to him. If he hadn't stayed in the university, he wouldn't have met Wooyoung.

"Maybe I could stay. Maybe mama is right. This is bearable." The black haired murmured under his breath, continuing to wipe the soap off from the side of the sink.

Looking around Wooyoung's home, it felt so comfortable. Not as comfortable as his home, but the warm interior makes him feel at home.

The elder looked back and saw Wooyoung across the room, curling so hard. It seemed intentional. He's probably thinking of something, that's what San thinks.

"Maybe the stay is worth it," San smiled and placed the rug back at the kitchen sink. He, then, walked back to Wooyoung who was trying so hard to curl like a ball.

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a/n: finished our research paper today! you might be suspicious of the past chapters since it's all fluff, no worries! someone saved you from the poll last time haha.

this story will now revolve only on WooSan's fluffy moments. but who knows? ><