you and leehans friendship goes wayy back, it all started when he was introduced to you by your mom as the boy who had no friends. He used to be a little loser who sat alone everywhere, so your mom encouraged you to befriend him as his mom was also your mom's old classmate.

you two got along well, you both having to put up with each other's bullshit along the years. Now, as a senior in high school, things changed for you. You started seeing leehan in a new light, he seemed more mature than the kid who once ate melted ice cream on the curb in your neighborhood. And now, it was official, you like him.

"leehan likes you too" the thought rings in your head. "fuck woonhak" you think, as he was the one who got you in this mess. You're now in the elevator of the apartment leehan lives in, going up to his floor. The elevator dings when it reaches the 10th floor. You step out the elevator with the plastic bag in your hand ruffling. You look back down at the plastic bag full off medicine and a container of soup in your hands, thinking of the things woonhak told you "dude im really sorry but something came up, can you please hand this to leehan and help him? Hes sick and I promised I'd be there for him."

you sighed as you fished out the spare keys he gave you a few months back from your pocket and unlocked the door. "Hey leehan? Im here with your uh medicine and some soup. you spot him on the couch, under many pieces of thick blankets, motionless. "dude, you alive?" He moves then, muttering something about feeling dizzy before he used the back of his hands to cover his eyes because you opened a bit of the curtains to let the sunlight in.*

you touch his forehead and mutter "its cold" "well obviously? I have a cold?" he pouts slightly. "Oh stop giving me an attitude and eat your medicine" he sits up slightly and takes the pills from your hand and gulps it down with water.

he lays back down and you shuffle awkwardly with your feet, maintaining a distance. He then calls out "im cold" "you need more blankets?" "no, im cold" he emphasizes. "uh, i can help you take more blankets." he glares at you from under his bangs "no, im cold and youre warm." "..oh.." you mutter as you fully understand what he was indicating, your cheeks heating up as he pats the space beside him on the couch