Just like usual, Wooyoung was feeling perfectly fine starting the next day. And the rest of the week.

Physically at least.

Emotionally he still felt like he was a bit of a wreck. San had taken the day after the doctor's visit off to make sure that Wooyoung was feeling ok. He had even managed to put the phone down, yelling at Yeosang to tell him to stop calling him and to push all his meetings for an emergency.

He turned into the caring boyfriend Wooyoung knew he could be, refusing to let Wooyoung do anything. They ended up spending the day on couch listening to music or watching movies.

Wooyoung had his head in San's lap almost the entire day, giving him one of the best views he could think of whenever he looked up. Because he truly did think that San was a handsome man. And his smile lit up the entire room.

Being together like this made Wooyoung forget about everything else, but once San went back to work and he was alone again, he started to wonder if that was how things were meant to be.

Part of him felt like he had never really been able to make a choice. Everything had happened so fast and suddenly he was living with San.

But he felt like Jongho had also made it clear that he didn't want to be with him after walking away twice.

"What the hell is wrong with you." Wooyoung muttered to himself while furiously stirring a sauce he was working on in the kitchen. "You're with San. You shouldn't be thinking about Jongho. Just forget about him already."

He slammed the pot against the stove and tried to block out what Jongho had started to say to him at the farmer's market.

It didn't matter.

Wooyoung turned around and looked at the recipe on the tablet behind him and went to find the cream. He had never had the chance to cook San dinner, so now he wanted to surprise him when he got home.

He could smell the chicken cooking in the oven and it made his stomach grumble. "I hope San gets home soon."

A meow answered him and Nova tilted her head to the side from where she was sitting on one of the barstools.

Wooyoung smiled at her and returned to what he was doing.

As the minutes passed by, and it got closer and closer to being done, Wooyoung checked his phone and saw that there was no update from San as to when he'd be home.

Chewing on the inside of his lip, Wooyoung tossed around the idea of giving him a call. He wanted to believe that San would keep his word and be home any minute now, but he had also grown used to San's crazy hours at work...

Before he knew it, his phone was ringing next to his ear with San's name on the display.

"Mr. Choi's phone." Yeosang's familiar voice came from the other end.

Wooyoung had to work to keep the disappointment out of his voice when he spoke. "Hi Yeosang, it's Wooyoung. We met some time ago at the office?"

"Yes, I remember." Yeosang sounded unimpressed or like he was upset about something.

"R-Right. Um, is San there?"

"He's finishing up a meeting. Don't worry, he's trying to hurry. He asked me to tell you if you called that he will be straight home after this."

"Oh! Well, thank you for that information. I appreciate it."

"It's not a problem." Yeosang said with a slight sigh, then ended the call.

Wooyoung's forehead furrowed as he looked at his phone. Something didn't feel right when it came to Yeosang. He had a feeling that Yeosang might have feelings for San, but he couldn't be sure.

He just hoped San really would be home soon.

As the cooking started to wrap up, Wooyoung tried to not let himself get too disappointed when San still hadn't shown up. He set the table, poured their drinks, and even started to clean the kitchen.

When the elevator dinged behind him, Wooyoung spun around to see San run into the penthouse. The older looked out of breath and his tie was askew, but he was here.

"I'm so sorry, Youngie. I could not get that imbecile off the phone!" San placed a hand over his heart and tried to catch his breath. "Am I too late?"

Wooyoung laughed and ran forward to hug him. "No, you're just in time."

San spun them in a little circle. "Good, because whatever you made smells amazing!"

They sat down at their table and enjoyed a peaceful evening together. San complimented Wooyoung's cooking several times and even helped himself to seconds, stating he didn't get much of a lunch.

As things quieted down, San gave Wooyoung a loving look and reached over to take his hand. "This was nice, thank you."

"Thank you for actually coming home." Wooyoung smirked at him and sat back in his chair.

"Yeah, I deserve that. I'm sorry. I wish I could tell you it will be different, but.."

"There's a lot you are responsible for." Wooyoung gave a sad but understanding smile. "I wish there was something I could do to help."

"Not even Yeosang can help me right now." San laughed and shook his head.

"About that..." Wooyoung looked down at the table. "There's been something on my mind lately." When San didn't say anything, the younger sighed and looked up at him. "Is there something going on between you and Yeosang?"

"What? What on earth are you talking about?" San looked confused and he moved his chair a little closer. "Why... Why would there be something with Yeosang?"

"Because he always seems to answer your phone, and he just... He's never really been the most pleasant with me. Very standoff-ish."

San was quiet for a moment, then he moved his chair so that he was sitting right next to Wooyoung. "I want you to listen to me. I promise you, there is nothing between me and Yeosang. He is just my assistant." He didn't look away from Wooyoung the entire time he spoke. "Yeosang is my assistant, and nothing more. The only reason he answers my phone is because I have it linked with his phone. If I don't answer after three rings then he is to pick it up and take a message so that way I don't ever miss a call. He did tell me you tried to call tonight."

Wooyoung studied San's eyes for a long moment, searching them for any hint of a lie.

He found none.

San reached up to cup his cheek and a gentle smile tugged at his lips. "I told you, you're the most important person to me Wooyoung. And I'm so grateful to be able to share all of this with you." He motioned to the penthouse, which was starting to look more lively every day with the decorations Wooyoung had found. "I was planning on waiting for this, but honestly I don't think I'd be able to even if we weren't having this conversation."

Wooyoung felt his mouth open when San slipped out of the chair so that he was kneeling in front of him. He fished a small, black box from his pocket and opened it to reveal  a small, platinum ring.

"I know this is fast, and that we've had an interesting history. But my favorite part of the day is coming home to you. I love knowing that you are here waiting for me and that I can sleep next to you at night. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know I can take care of you and provide for you, you will have everything you ever need. Please, Wooyoung, will you marry me?"

For a long moment, Wooyoung was stunned. He just stared down at the ring and tried to process everything that was going on. This was the last thing he expected to happen.

"Youngie?" San asked, lowering the box a little. "Baby, are you ok?"

"Y-Yeah. Sorry, this is just... unexpected." Wooyoung said, trying to find his words.

Disappointment flashed in San's eyes and he started to pull back. "Do... do I not make you happy?"

"No! I mean, yes, of course you do Sannie." Wooyoung reached up to run a hand through San's hair. "You know I'm happy with you."

"But?"

Wooyoung opened and closed his mouth a couple of times. He wanted to say yes, but at the same time he could feel something in him telling him to say no. It was a part of him that he didn't want to listen to though and he tried to shove it aside.

San made him happy. San took care of him better than anyone ever had.

Nova meowed and made Wooyoung flinch.

"Can... Can I have some time?" Wooyoung whispered, looking down at his hands in shame.

San sighed and nodded. "Sure. Take all the time you need."

"Sannie..." Wooyoung felt his chest tighten at the hurt look on the older's face. "Please don't be mad at me."

"I'm not." San immediately pulled him into a hug. "A little sad, maybe, but I understand why you're unsure. It's a big step. And I will wait as long as it takes for an answer."

Guilt clawed at Wooyoung the rest of the evening as the two of them laid in bed together. San seemed to be acting ok, he still insisted on holding Wooyoung close at night and fell asleep quickly.

But Wooyoung couldn't bring himself to drift off. His mind was churning over every possibility.

Deep down, he knew that if he was doubting getting married that he shouldn't.

He also knew that there was something preventing him from saying yes. And he needed to take care of it as soon as possible otherwise he would never have closure.

Fate decided to be cruel to him, however, and the next day he could hardly get out of bed, he was in so much pain.

San woke up in a panic when when Wooyoung whimpered in pain when trying to roll over.

"Youngie? What's wrong? Is it happening again?"

The younger couldn't even manage to nod. He placed a hand over his chest and tried to inhale. It was so hard though. His vision had black spots swimming across everything he looked at and anything that tried to come into focus was spinning.

"Hang on, I'm calling the doctor." San's voice shook as he ran from the room.

As long as he didn't move, the pain was somewhat manageable, but Wooyoung knew something was wrong now. This had happened too many times for it to be a coincidence.

San came back a few moments later and crawled onto the bed to lay next to him. "Dr. Fields is on his way. It's going to be ok baby." He whispered, gently rubbing Wooyoung's arm and side. "Y-You're going to be ok-k."

All Wooyoung could do was close his eyes and do his best to believe what the other was saying, but he was starting to doubt that he was going to be ok...

Dr. Fields arrived about thirty minutes later and immediately injected Wooyoung with a pain killer that seemed to calm the burn coursing through his body. "This will help for a little bit, but I don't think we can afford to wait for the bloodwork anymore. More thorough testing is needed, and it will be a little quicker."

"Ok." Wooyoung managed to say.

He was so tired... So very tired...

"Quickly, let's go." The doctor said.

Pierre was there moments later to carry Wooyoung down to the limo where he could lay down in the back seat and not put too much strain on his body.

San sat on the floor next to him and smiled while placing Nova on Wooyoung's chest. She meowed and placed a paw on Wooyoung's chin before laying down on his chest. "I read somewhere that cats can sense people's pain and their purring can be healing." A blush came to San's face as he spoke. "I have no idea if it's true or not, but..." Tears came to his eyes and he had to turn away.

"Thank... You..." Wooyoung forced out and he managed to smile a little.

"We are going to figure out what this is, do you hear me?" San whispered, taking Wooyoung's hand and bringing it to his lips.

"I'm... Scared..."

"I know, I am too."