"What's your medicine? Its name?" The person behind the counter at the pharmacy asked, looking up from the tablet they were typing on. Wooyoung leaned slightly against the counter, glancing over at Yeosang, who was watching him with a mix of curiosity and concern.

“Uh, it’s called Adderall,” Wooyoung replied, his voice steady, though he could feel a slight nervousness creeping in. It wasn’t the first time he had to explain his medication, but he always felt a twinge of vulnerability when doing so.

The pharmacist nodded, pulling up the necessary information. "And what dosage do you take?"

“Twenty milligrams,” Wooyoung answered, feeling Yeosang’s presence beside him, a comforting anchor amidst the mundane task.

“Got it. Just a moment, please,” the pharmacist said, typing a few more things into the system before heading to the back to retrieve Wooyoung’s prescription.

As they waited, Yeosang leaned in closer, his voice low. “Are you okay? I know this can be…a bit awkward.”

Wooyoung shrugged, flashing a playful smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just part of life, right? Everyone has their things. This is just mine.”

Yeosang nodded, appreciating Wooyoung’s nonchalant attitude. It took strength to accept oneself fully, especially in a world that often judged others so harshly.

When the pharmacist returned with the medication, she placed the bottle on the counter and smiled kindly. “Here you go. Just make sure to take it as prescribed, and don’t hesitate to reach out if you need any assistance or have questions about it.”

“Thanks!” Wooyoung replied, accepting the bottle and tucking it into his pocket. He turned to Yeosang, a triumphant grin on his face. “Mission accomplished! Now, hot chocolate time?”

“Absolutely,” Yeosang said, his face lighting up. They walked out of the pharmacy together, a chilly breeze greeting them as they stepped back outside.

The little cafe was just a short walk away, nestled among the snow-covered buildings. As they walked, Wooyoung stole glances at Yeosang, who seemed to be lost in thought. “Hey, you good?” Wooyoung asked, a slight hint of concern in his voice.

“Just thinking about how admirable you are, you know?” Yeosang replied, his cheeks slightly red from the cold, though it might have been from the compliment as well.

“Stop it,” Wooyoung laughed, his heart fluttering. “I’m just a guy who takes his meds like everyone else. But thanks.”

As they reached the cafe, the warmth and sweet aroma of pastries enveloped them, a stark contrast to the biting cold outside. They found a cozy corner, settled in with their mugs of hot chocolate, and savored everything—from the warmth of the drinks to the sweetness of their shared moments.

“I told you this was a good idea,” Wooyoung said, sipping his hot chocolate with a satisfied smile.

Yeosang chuckled, the warmth in his chest deepening. “Okay, okay, you were right. But I think I’ll always prefer just being with you, no matter where we are.”

Wooyoung grinned, feeling a surge of affection. “Can’t argue with that. Now, let's see if they have those pastries I mentioned.”