Yeosang hated being vulnerable. The feeling of being worried over for nothing made him feel sick. Almost as if ready to throw up. So that's how he ended up missing the schedule as, well, he wasn't feeling well. Seonghwa insisted he stay back and look after Yeosang, but the younger refused. Saying he will be fine in no time and that Seonghwa doesn't need to worry. 

Now Yeosang was bored. As he turned around in bed again, the blanket still kept a warmth in the cold room. He was too tired to even lift his arm. So, as a result, he didn't do anything. Just laid there motionless. The faint sound of Keys and lock turning stirred Yeosang from his nap.

"Hyung, is that you," he called out. More like muttered in his exhausted state, but nonetheless, he got a reply.

"Sangie, I'm back. I got you chicken soup," Wooyoung rushed. The sound of plastik bag put on the table and footsteps came in the direction of his room. The door opened, and Wooyoung walked over to the bed. Smiling a little.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" He asked. Slowly and carefully, Wooyoung opened the soup cups, cartoon cup, and lid and stirred it with a spoon.

"You need help or..." Wooyoung, get to say, but Yeosang lazily sat up. He leaned back on the headboard of the bed and hugged his plushie to his chest.

"It's ok," Yeosang muttered. The first thing he said.the whole day. His voice hoarse from not speaking. Wooyoung winced at the rasp in his voice. Slowly, he lifted the spoon to Yeosang's mouth. His hand under the spoon should not drip it on the bed. Yeosang obediently opened his mouth and let Wooyoung feed him. His previously dry throat is now back to normal.

"Seonghwa hyung fell on his butt today," Wooyoung snickered. He fed Yeosang another spoonful of warm soup.

"Sounda painful. Is he ok?" Yeosang asked. Now voice back to normal. Wooyoung nodded in response. Soon, the cup was empty.

"I'm gonna put this back, be back in a minute," he said. The cups filled his hands as he left the room to go clean up the kitchen. Yeosang laid down again. The plushie is still in his arms, the room darker now from the moonlight reflected from the open curtain. Wooyoung came back as he said.

"Skoot over," he said quietly. His face was serious , and he made Yeosang nervous.

Yeosang gave space to Wooyoung, the younger pulling Yeosang closer to his body. He caressed Yeosang's hair and rubbed his back. Whispered sweet nothings. The older was soon lulled to sleep.

Yeosang woke up to the alarm clock. A groan escape his lips in annoyance. Why did he have to wake up? He didn't know. Well, he knows. They have a busy schedule today. The time from getting ready to drive to the company was a complete blur. Yeosang didn't pay any attention to his members, skipped breakfast, and didn't stretch enough.

"Keep moving, come on," the dance instructor shouts. He clapped his hand in the beat as the members, including Yeosang, danced. Dance, dance and dance. For hours. It wasn't until they had a water break that Yeosang let go and his legs gave out under him. Luckily, he didn't topple over, more like sank and sat on the floor. Suddenly extremely tired.

"Wooyoung tell me why I am doing this," he whispered. Voice muffled as he also rubbed his face.

"Because we want our fans to be happy, you know. Everyday is another chance to get even better," Wooyoung smiled sweetly. He pats Yeosang's shoulder.

After 7 hours of nonstop dancing with shoer breaks, they were finally free. Yeosang again, didn't know how he got back to the dorm, but he definitely remember Seonghwa carry him to his bed. Or maybe couch. Or maybe even someone's bed. That was confirmed when he felt arms wrap around his waist and pull him closer. Though, he didn't know who's arms was it.

"Darling, wake up," a whisper. Yeosang stirred in his sleep. The warmth of the person he's hugging still present.

"I'm up," he said. Slowly sit up and stretch his arms. He heard the person next to him chuckle. Low and comforting. Wooyoung hug Yeosang then. Not uttering a word though. Just their breathes mingling together, the atmosphere tranquil as ever.

"It's ok," Wooyoung said softly. Planting a kiss on Yeosang's neck. "It's ok,"

And it really felt ok at that moment. It's ok.

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Hiii. Haha. I hope u like it.

Honestly this doesn't look too promising to me but thank you to who reads it.

What do u think, should there be a certain direction or just go to daily life events of their idol life at the dorm in general

Anyway. Have a good day!