"Say 'Aah.'" Hyunjin teased, holding a plastic spoon of syrup up to your mouth with that signature playful grin of his. The way he was looking at you made it impossible to resist smiling, even though you felt like a mess.

It was late in the evening, and Hyunjin had shown up the moment he heard you weren’t feeling well. You were tucked into the couch, wrapped tightly in a blanket, trying to make the best of your stuffy nose and sore throat. Hyunjin sat on the floor in front of you, looking completely carefree, like he was enjoying this way too much. The TV was playing some cheesy Christmas movie, one of those that you both secretly loved. Snow was gently falling outside, painting the world in a soft, peaceful white. And the coffee table in front of you was a mess of medicine bottles, tissues, and tangerine peels.