The first few days living with Jongho were surreal. That was the only way Wooyoung could describe it. He couldn't believe he got to wake up next to the handsome farmer every morning now, and when he did, it was always with Jongho's arm wrapped tightly around his waist.

Even though they were home, Jongho still spent the majority of his day at the house to make sure Wooyoung was settled and doing ok.

It was almost to the point of being obsessive, like when Jongho nearly followed Wooyoung to the bathroom, but part of Wooyoung still found it sweet.

Bailey was always present, following one of them around the house. He definitely made Nova nervous because she spent a lot of time either in the bedroom out of his reach or sitting on Wooyoung's shoulder.

It was really nice to be able to sit back and relax without having to worry about tests or waiting to see if a donor was available.

Whenever Jongho had to check on a few things, Wooyoung would sit on the patio so he could enjoy the fresh air and wait for him to come home.

Several people would come by and welcome Wooyoung to the farm. It was weird that everyone knew him already, but it just went to show how much Jongho must have spoken about him.

After a few weeks had passed, and his vitals stayed at a good, healthy level, Wooyoung started going out with Jongho on his delivery trips. He wanted to be able to help around the farm and that was a good place to start.

They would visit all of the stores that bought or traded produce with Jongho and make sure they got what they ordered, as well as let them know of the change in selection coming up with fall coming to an end.

"Wow, I didn't realize just how much you did for this." Wooyoung said after climbing into Jongho's truck after their final delivery. "It's very rewarding."

"It is." Jongho hummed. "That's why I love it so much. So now what?" He asked, turning over to Wooyoung.

"Well," Wooyoung started, but he was interrupted by his stomach grumbling. They both started to laugh and Jongho pulled Wooyoung across the truck seat so they could sit next to each other as he pulled away. Wooyoung couldn't stop smiling as he used the center seatbelt and leaned into Jongho's side. "So obviously I'm hungry. How about I cook us a nice dinner?"

Jongho chuckled a little more and tightened his grip. "Are you sure you feel up to cooking? I know this was a big day for you."

"It was, but it was also a very good day." Wooyoung tilted his head to rest it on Jongho's shoulder. "I'm ready for things to get back to normal."

"I know babe. It'll get there. We just need to be patient. Today was a good start and we can start working up to more things as time goes along."

"True. Well and I don't want to put anyone out of a job, so I figure I can help you out with your deliveries, but I can also help keep the house clean and such."

"Woo, you don't need to be some glorified housewife." Jongho pursed his lips. "That's the last thing I want. If we need to look at getting you a car so that you can get a job then we can do that too."

Wooyoung was silent for a long moment. He was still trying to figure out exactly what he wanted to do now that he had this new life in front of him. There were endless possibilities of what he could pursue, but no matter what direction he would let his mind wander, there was always one thing that held him back.

And that was Jongho.

He didn't want to ever be away from Jongho, and he knew that Jongho was tied to the earth here with his love for the farm. Wooyoung would never, ever, ask Jongho to move away from this area, even though he was sure Jongho would do it in a heartbeat.

"Woo?" The younger asked again, rubbing his hand up and down Wooyoung's arm.

"Well, there is one thing..." Wooyoung bit his lip and looked down. He only idea that remotely appealed to him and the fact that he wanted to stay with Jongho was something that excited him, but it was going to be extremely expensive and it would be asking for a lot.

"What is it?"

Wooyoung sighed. "It... I can't, it's too much." He started to play with his fingers. Not for the first time Wooyoung found himself wishing he didn't have to rely on others so heavily.

At his hesitation, Jongho flicked on his hazard lights and pulled over to the side of the road so that he could stop driving and focus solely on Wooyoung. He reached over and gently cupped Wooyoung's chin so he could guide the older's face and force him to make eye contact. "Woo, baby, nothing is ever too much. We've been given a chance to be together and I will do whatever it take to make you happy. You know that, right?"

"Of course I do." Wooyoung lifted a hand up and placed it on Jongho's chest. He let his thumb slip between the buttons so that he could feel the warmth of Jongho's smooth skin. "It's just... You've already done so—"

"Woo." Jongho narrowed his eyes. "Tell me."

"Ok. Well... You know that I love to cook, right?" Jongho nodded. "Um... I was thinking, that maybe I could, um, take some cooking classes? And, and, while I'm doing that... You've got so many resources on your farm, I was thinking that maybe, well, I could open a restaurant?" Wooyoung wanted to curl up in embarrassment for even mentioning the idea out loud.

But Jongho tilted his head to the side and looked up at the roof of his truck.

Wooyoung watched as his eyes darted back and forth. He was trying to work out all the calculations. He started to nod a couple of times and his lips even started moving slightly, which brought a small smile to Wooyoung's face as he realized just how adorable his boyfriend could be.

"Let's do it." Jongho's eyes lit up and he looked back at Wooyoung.

"I— What? Really?!"

"Yes! It's brilliant actually! It would truly be a farm to table experience. We could offer different specials every day and it would be a limited quantity type thing. I'd probably need to look at getting some more livestock but I don't see that being a big deal, there's a few fields that can't be worked right now because the soil has been overworked, so we could turn that into pastures for the animals to graze in. Maybe we start with just reservations so that way we know we have enough for everyone?" Jongho had started speaking so fast and he removed his arm from Wooyoung's shoulders so he could talk while waving both hands in front of him. When he realized Wooyoung had yet to say anything, he paused, "What?"

Wooyoung felt his heart filling with even more love and warmth than he had before while tears came to his eyes. "You really want to do this?"

Jongho let out a joyous laugh and nodded. "Yes. I really do. And this is going to be your restaurant. You get to make all the decisions on how you want to run it, who you want to hire. Just tell me what you need and I'll get it done." He took Wooyoung's hands in his and brought them to his lips.

"What did I do to deserve you?" Wooyoung leaned forward so that their foreheads were touching. "I almost ruined everything between us."

"We are both to blame for that. The most important thing is that we are together now." Jongho moved his head back and forth so that their noses brushed together.

Wooyoung started laughing once more and slapped Jongho's chest. "When did you turn into such a sap?" He teased while straightening up so Jongho could start driving again.

"How do you know I haven't always been one?"

All Wooyoung could do was roll his eyes, but the smile never left his face.

During the drive back, his mind whirled with ideas for his restaurant. He was so happy that Jongho was behind the farm to table idea because he really wanted to center his menu around everything that Jongho had put so much time and effort int o growing or raising. The less he had to order in from other vendors, the better.

And he knew that he would still have to order a few things like flour, sugar, oil, and other things like that to be delivered every day, but it was nice to know that everything else would be taken care of.

Cooking classes were something he was looking forward to as well. He had always had the passion for it but had never been able to afford it.

That was something else he had been thinking about too.

Wooyoung knew he'd need money to get this off the ground and he had a few ideas of how he was going to get started.

So a few nights later, Wooyoung spent several hours preparing a few dishes that he knew he would like to have on the menu. They weren't going to be perfect, he wasn't very well versed when it came to all the spices and the combinations, but he wanted to show how seriously he was taking this.

There was a chicken pot pie, baked chicken with green beans, a roasted potato dish, steak medallions, and a fresh garden salad. Wooyoung had even gone as far as to make a cheesecake.

"Ok, everything seems to be in place." Wooyoung muttered to himself while looking at the kitchen table.

The front door opened and Jongho walked in while wiping his hands on his pants. "Hey love, damn it smells good in here!" He walked in and reached out to pick at something on the table.

Wooyoung ran over to him and slapped his hand before it was even close to the food. "Back off!"

Jongho brought his hand to his chest and gave Wooyoung one of f the biggest pouts he'd ever seen. "What was that for? I just wanted to be your taste tester."

"No! Everything needs to be perfect, now go shower and change! He will be here soon." Wooyoung started making a shooing motion with his hands.

"Babe, I think you—"

"Don't start that again, this is a professional presentation for a potential investor, it needs to be perfect." The older turned back to the table and started adjusting the plates so they were tilted to the exact angle he wanted.

He heard Jongho laughing at him as he walked away.

After a moment, Wooyoung walked over to the second bathroom so that he could use the mirror to adjust his tie. It felt odd to be wearing one of the silk shirts that San had bought him, and he had admittedly spent a couple of hours trying to decide which one would be best. He ultimately decided on a black one with small, blue swirls on it and a blue tie to match.

Jongho was done with his shower after only a few minutes and also dressed as formal as he could with a button down light blue shirt and the only pair of jeans he owned that wasn't faded or ripped.

Out of habit they were both wearing their cowboy boots.

The couple bickered for a few minutes about Jongho putting on a tie. He insisted that he really didn't need it and that Wooyoung as being obsessive, which had Wooyoung pursing his lips and stomping away. Jongho followed after him right away begging for forgiveness and peppering his neck with kisses that had Wooyoung trying to hold in his laughter.

It all ended quickly when there was a knock on the front door.

Wooyoung froze and straightened up. He could feel his pulse quicken and he tried to take several deep breaths.

This was it.

This meeting was what could determine his future.

Jongho gave him a proud smile before kissing his forehead. "You're going to do great love, I know it." He said before going to answer the door.

Wooyoung could hear him greeting their guest.

A few seconds later, San appeared around the corner sporting a wide smile. "Youngie! Long time no see!" He hurried forward to pull Wooyoung into a quick hug before turning to the table. "What's all this?"

"This is what I wanted to talk to you about." Wooyoung moved to stand next to the table and cleared his throat. "San, I wanted to talk to you about a possible business idea."

An amused smile crossed the older's face and he glanced at his brother. "What's going on Jongie?"

Jongho held up his hands. "Don't look at me, this is all Woo."

"Ok? What business idea?" San turned back to Wooyoung and arched an eyebrow.

"I want to open a restaurant here on Jongho's farm. It would feature anything that is in season here, so it would be a rotating menu. Everything would be fresh from that morning, and there is nothing fresher than eating from the farm you're dining at. I know I would need to have some things brought in, but I truly believe a majority of it could be provided from right here. Jongho had the idea of doing reservations to start with just so we know we won't run out of food, but I'm flexible on that idea. And we'd need to look at advertising costs. Also, I want to take some cooking classes so that way I can be in charge of the kitchen and help out there." Wooyoung paused for a moment to let the information soak in. "And this would be just a sample of what I'm thinking of putting on the table. It's not the best since I'm an amateur chef, but I wanted to give you some options. What I'm really asking for, San, if if you'd be willing to invest in my restaurant."

"You've definitely put a lot of thought into this, Youngie. I'm impressed! Of cou—" San started, but stopped when Wooyoung held a hand up.

"Don't. Don't say yet just because it's me." Wooyoung kept his tone harsh and firm, which had both brothers standing a little straighter and giving him a shocked look. "You've already done more than enough for me and I feel like I will spend the rest of my life wanting to pay you back. Which is why I want to treat this as if we are complete strangers. I want to set up some kind of repayment plan for at least part of it as well. I do not intend for you to pay for everything. But, I do know how you work and you'll insist so I'm willing to meet you half way."

The room fell silent.

San gave Wooyoung a contemplative look, then his eyes fell on the table of food. Without another word, he walked forward and picked up a fork and started to take small samples from each of the dishes. He motioned for Jongho to join him, which his younger brother pilled his plate full of food and stuck his tongue out at Wooyoung when he tried to get him to stop. Then he went to sit in the corner in an attempt to protect his hoard.

Wooyoung just rolled his eyes and waited patiently as San made his way through the table.

"Wow." San said after almost twenty minutes. "I must admit, this is very well thought out. You must really want this." His face was still serious when he turned to look at Wooyoung, but his voice was full of pride. "You have a deal."

"Really?" Wooyoung took a step forward and brought his hands to his chest.

"Yes. Draw up a five year plan for me, including construction ideas, and I will talk with my financial team to see how much we can invest and how much we can give you as a loan." San held out his hand, which Wooyoung shook right away.

The professional spell was broken as soon as Jongho attempted to say something from his corner, but it came out as just muffled moans while he pointed his fork at what looked to be what was left of the pot pie.

Both San and Wooyoung started laughing and it took them several moments to finally calm down to the point where Wooyoung could enjoy the meal he cooked as well.

After the three of them sat in front of Jongho's fire enjoying the cheesecake, San bid them goodnight and left as soon as Pierre pulled up in front of the house again.

When they were out of sight, Jongho dipped down to wrap his arms around Wooyoung's thighs to hoist him up and spin him in a circle. "You did it!!"

Wooyoung placed his hands on Jongho's shoulders and looked down at him, laughing with pure joy. "I did! Oh I was so nervous!"

Jongho stopped spinning them but kept Wooyoung lifted up. "I am so proud of you."

Wooyoung found himself blushing as he played with the fine hairs on the back of the younger's neck. "Thank you. I couldn't have done it without you."

"How do you want to celebrate?" Jongho bit his lip. His eyes asked an unspoken question.

A chill ran down Wooyoung's spine. He already knew what Jongho was wanting, and he wanted it too. So very much. Now that he was back on his feet and hadn't had any health problems, he decided that it was time.

So with a teasing smile, Wooyoung bent forward so that he could give Jongho a kiss. One filled with love, passion, and soon the need that they both had been fighting against for weeks now.

It consumed them.

And still keeping Wooyoung lifted above him, Jongho turned around and walked them back into the house.