Woochan and Youngseo

He gently pressed his hand to your forehead, then softly eased your head onto the pillow. You were terribly sick—too weak to perform this week. Tarzzan, Bailey, and Annie had decided to go without you, but Woochan stayed behind to take care of you.

“Rest, Youngseo.”

His voice was calm, but there was a quiet firmness in it. Still, hours later, you found yourself waking up—your throat dry, the damp towel slipping off your forehead as you sat up. You quietly stepped out, checking Woochan’s room. He was fast asleep.

You tiptoed to pour yourself a glass of water, careful not to make a sound. Just as you turned to head back, you nearly jumped—he was leaning against the doorframe, eyes heavy with sleep, arms crossed loosely.

“I thought I told you to rest, Youngseo.”