Yeosang awoke to someone gently shaking him. He was sure if it was his Mother and rolled away with a groan, pulling his blanket further up and over his head.

"Noooo! Please let me sleep! I promise I'll do the dishes later."

The person lightly chuckled and Yeosang realized it was, in fact, not his Mother but a male.

"Father? How early is it if you’re the one waking me up?" Yeosang groaned. "If you want to take me to work, I don't want to go so leave me here."

"Yeosang, it's me, the one who brings overwhelming emotions into you," the person laughed.

Yeosang went still under his sheet and he opened his eyes. His gaze meeting his blanket that was over his head.

"I swear if it's you Jongho, I will instantly die."

The voice chuckled again and slowly pulled down the blanket, revealing the one and only Choi Jongho.  Yeosang immediately pulled the blanket back up to cover his face, feeling his skin burn and hearing the way Jongho laughed. It was an angelic laugh and he wanted to hear it again but that would have to be for another time.

"Stupid! Now imagine I would have fainted?! It would have been your fault!"

"Isn't it always my fault?" Jongho asked, getting bold and sitting beside the male on the bed. "Come on, sleepy head. We start today with trying to cure your disease or whatever you say it is."

“Can you shut up? I'm trying to ignore the fact that you are on the same bed as me and I could pass out any second if I so much as look at you for two seconds,” Yeosang mumbled, pushing the younger from under the blanket but failed to move him. "And it’s a Syndrome, not a disease you stupid head."

“That's why I'm here. To help you,” Jongho attempted to comfort, completely ignoring the last remark. “Mayhaps if you look at my chest instead of my face then you won't be affected or you can look at least up to my neck.”

Yeosang felt himself grow heated under his amazing blanket. Look at his chest? Oh hell no. He didn't want to get flustered over the younger's chest so early in the morning and the fact that he knew what it felt like was even worse.

What if he got morning wood right there? It would be so damn embarrassing.

“How about I get ready first and then we can start whatever you had planned or do we just sit while I awkwardly stare at your neck?” Yeosang asked, hoping that both of his suggestions were fabulous plans.

“The first one, preferably, but hurry up. It's already eleven and you're still in bed from when you passed out last night.”

With a groan and a series of uncomfortable movements and shifting, Yeosang pulled himself out of bed. He ruffled his brown hair, making it even messier than it had been and stretched while he attempted to keep the satisfying moans to a minimum and keep his shirt from riding up when he lifted his arms.

._._. 

Nearly an hour later when Yeosang had finally finished getting dressed and cleaned up, the two sat in the living room on the sofa facing each other but not looking at the one in front of them.

Well, Jongho stared at the older with no shame and the brown-haired male looked anywhere but at the younger.

"Now how do you expect to get better if you won’t even glance at me?"

"Can you remain silent? I'm trying to not freak out."

Jongho laughed at the reaction and leaned back into his seat, examining the male before him. He noticed the way Yeosang was fumbling with his fingers in an uncertain manner and the way his brown hair fell over his forehead, hiding the beauty underneath it.

"Why don't you at least look at my chest or neck?" Jongho asked, starting to get a tad bit annoyed that the older male didn't even want to so much as glance at him.

Yeosang himself couldn't say why he didn't want to look. He had spent an entire month glancing out the window at every opportunity possible to see if he could help himself yet there he was ignoring the younger as if he was the plague. There had even been a point where Yeosang wouldn't faint and just become extremely dizzy with rapid heart beating but now, it seemed that the closer Jongho was, the more it affected him.

"I kind of don’t want to pass out yet, if you know what I mean?"

"I don't but I'll pretend I do."

Once again, Yeosang squirmed under the intense gaze of the younger male as he ignored him completely. That is, until Mrs Kang walked in to find out how they were getting along.

"Yeosang? Is that all you’re doing? You’re not even looking at him."

"I can't just yet. I might faint!"

"Nonsense. You spent an entire month staring at him through the window and you only fainted like three times," Mrs Kang said with a slight frown.

"Mother! You weren't supposed to say that!" Yeosang whined, eyes widening and his face heating up.

"Oops? Well anyways, try to make progress."

With that, she left the two and headed to wherever she came from. Yeosang turned to rapidly glance at Jongho's face and was embarrassed to see the male was amused. Deeply amused at that and all annoyance that had started to build up within Jongho was instantly removed.

"You didn't hear any of that, got it?" 

"I'll see how well I'll pretend. I can probably use some of that information to my advantage," Jongho chuckled, making Yeosang want to evaporate.

He really wasn't going to use any of the information but he just wanted to see how the male would react. He found his reactions quite adorable and amusing to an extent.

Yeosang remained quiet, not knowing how to respond to that although he wanted to defend himself.

“Okay, why don't you start off by looking at my chest,” Jongho suggested, making it sound more like a demand than anything else.

Yeosang sighed, knowing he would have to do something sooner or later and shifted so he could stare at the younger's chest. The memories of grabbing that same chest flashed through his mind and he wondered how he had the guts to grab onto it even if he had the excuse that he was about to faint. He knew what it felt like and he knew he wanted to feel it skin to skin.

He also knew that he wanted to see the younger’s chest muscles and see the way they would flex every time he did something that would make them move. Yeosang also knew that he was getting distracted and he shouldn't be having those kinds of thoughts at that moment but who was he to care? So he stared at the outline of the male’s chest, focusing hard and pretending he could see the bare skin and muscles through the shirt.

“Yeosang?” Jongho called, knowing that the male was getting distracted by his chest. Jongho wasn’t completely stupid to not know that Yeosang’s gears were turning inside his head and so he moved his arms a little bit, causing his pectoral muscles to bulge in the slightest bit. “Don't get distracted, we’ve only just begun.”

“I'm not distracted,” Yeosang replied with his voice raising in pitch a little bit, feeling his gut twist when he saw the male’s muscles move. 

By golly did he feel a tad bit gay.

“Whatever floats your boat.”

Yeosang rolled his eyes and simply stared at the chest with as much determination as he could muster up, not daring to move his eyes from the godly chest. Why the fuck did he like that chest so much?

“Okay, you can touch me though, right?”

Yeosang nearly choked on his spit and glanced at Jongho’s face, instantly feeling dizzy which resulted in him looking back at the male’s chest to keep his heart and mind steady.

“What kind of question is that?!”

“A necessary one? If I can hold your hands while you stare at my chest, we’ll know it's not much you need to overcome but if you get dizzy from that, then we know it's a lot you'll have to get over.”

Yeosang nodded in understanding and sighed. He knew he wouldn't get dizzy considering he had grabbed onto the male’s chest and didn’t feel anything but who was he to deny hand-holding? He had had no form of affection from someone else besides his family growing up and the thought of holding hands with the male made his insides grow a bit fuzzy. He liked the thought of skin contact with the younger but he wouldn't admit it. He would just live and keep it a secret unless there would somehow come a time where he could admit it. 

He was stubborn when it came to admitting things and only time would tell.

Jongho reached out and gently grabbed the delicate hands in his ones. Noticing that his ones were a tad bit larger and rougher than the smaller dainty ones. Yeosang’s hands were extremely pretty and Jongho felt himself grow warm at how pretty the male was.

He liked it.

He liked how the older male was so pretty. He liked how he was a bit snarky and seemed rude but easily flustered. He liked how he was a little smaller than him and he imagined it would be so nice to hug him. He liked how his hands were so delicate and fit in his larger, much more calloused hands. He liked how he was the reason Yeosang was feeling that way and he was the only one that could do that. He liked how Yeosang found him beautiful even though he didn't admit it. He liked how they were getting closer and how he could help the male get over his syndrome. All in all, he just liked Kang Yeosang.

And even though he liked him so much, he didn't know if the feelings that Yeosang had within were genuine or just an “at first glance” type of thing. It didn't matter at that time. He was glad that he was there to help and mayhaps in the future they could see where their relationship stood. 

“Do you feel dizzy?” Jongho asked, peering at Yeosang’s face closely.

The male shook his head and the action made relief go through the younger. 

“Can I let go?” Yeosang asked, feeling his inside begin to squirm at the contact he had with the younger male. 

Jongho nodded, feeling saddened at the fact that the male didn’t want to hold his hand but didn't show it. He took the reaction in stride and moved on to see what all they could do on their first day of healing.

“How about we try to see how far up you can look without getting dizzy?” Jongho suggested.

Yeosang pondered over the suggestion and nodded his head in agreement before he cautiously moved his head upward to see where all he could look. His gaze went over the male’s chest, neck, chin, and lips before he had to stop. Yeosang couldn't believe it. He could now stare at the male’s lips without fainting but it was kind of weird.

He would just be staring at the plump and soft, pink lips which would make his insides go crazy but to anyone that would be passing by, it seemed as if Yeosang was ready for a hot and steamy make-out session with the male in front of him. He didn't mind though. He liked it.

“I can look up to your lips,” Yeosang commented.

“Cool. Well we now have to get you used to looking farther up.” 

And so the two spent every day for an entire week practicing and practicing until Yeosang could look Jongho in the eye for nearly an entire thirty seconds.

The day it had come so far, Yeosang nearly passed out and fell against the younger in exhaustion, his heart rapidly beating.

“You're doing great,” Jongho soothed, running a hand through the males brown hair.

“I'm so sleepy and tired! I can't believe I looked you in the eye for the longest twenty-ish seconds ever!”

“I know, I know. Why don't you take a nap? You've been doing this for nearly three hours and it's now four.”

Yeosang nodded happily and pushed himself off the male’s chest, purposely placing his hands on Jongho’s firm muscles to help himself up. He loved grabbing the muscles any chance he got even if it may have been weird. Jongho never commented although he figured what the smaller was doing each time but who was he to complain? 

Jongho had taken the responsibility of waking up the older male every day right before noon and Mrs Kang was glad. She hated the hassle of waking up her son in the mornings who would mumble and grumble until she got tired but with Jongho, it seemed as if the male had the ability to wake up her son in seconds.

“Will you go home?” Yeosang asked, tiredly making his way across the living room. 

“Should I? I can and besides, what will I do here while you're asleep?”

The two had obviously gotten much closer than the prior week and Yeosang was glad. He had brought himself to admit that the male was extremely handsome and brought himself to accept the fact that he liked holding the younger's hands. 

They felt so masculine and strong in his hold and he felt like swooning at the thought of how those hands could hold him and were probably strong enough to snap him in half. Dirty thoughts often clouded his mind and he had to scold himself to stop thinking of such things and remind himself that there was a large possibility that the male didn’t like him and only helped him so much because he was nice.

“You can stay in my room if you'd like,” Yeosang suggested, hoping that the black haired male would stay and watch him even though he was asleep. He knew it sounded creepy but it was Choi Jongho, AKA the male that he would literally fall for.

“Isn't that weird? I mean, me staring at you while you sleep? I don't know Sir, sounds like I'd be edging somnophilia right there.”

Yeosang laughed loudly, his sleepiness disappearing for a moment while he guffawed at the thought that the male had implanted in his mind.

“Or you can go to sleep as well?”

Yeosang knew he was pushing it but it was worth a shot. He was certain he would receive a negative answer so might as well ask anyway since there was no harm in taking a risk that wouldn't even happen.

“Well, in that case, let's go,” Jongho replied.

Yeosang froze, swallowing thickly and quickly nodding his head while he panicked. That was NOT the answer he expected and that was NOT the way he planned on going to sleep. It seemed as if his sleepiness nearly disappeared completely and he was about to laugh it off and say he wasn't actually sleepy but one look at the male who was making his way towards the stairs made him change his mind. 

How could he miss such a grand opportunity?

But the thought of getting a wet dream and receiving a raging hard-on while he slept beside the younger made him want to back out again. How embarrassing would that be to see a tent in his basketball shorts when he woke up and the younger there to possibly witness it.

He would have to sleep on his stomach to prevent that.

Yeosang entered his room and settled on his bed, awkwardly looking around the space before slowly making eye contact with the male, his head getting cloudy. It was still hard to look at the male and it took time for his eyes to make their way onto the younger's face but hey, at least he got a nice view as he was scanning, right? 

“Will you sleep here with me?” Yeosang asked.

And even though he was nervous about someone else sleeping on the same bed as him, specifically that exact male, he wanted to sleep on the same bed as him so he could brag to himself in the mirror about his accomplishment.

“If you don't mind I guess.”

Yeosang patted the spot next to him and scooted to the far corner of his bed, settling down for a nice nap. He thought that was going to be it and he'd be able to peacefully sleep but boy was he wrong when he saw the younger remove his shirt before getting in the bed.

The way he had to hold his breath and turn before he would scream out loud was not safe. He couldn't believe he was going to sleep beside someone who looked like a GOD. He was even more nervous about getting a hard-on and prayed to whoever listened to keep his dick soft and limp. He didn’t want any Leaning Tower of Pisa happening in his shorts.

The air conditioning he had switched on in his room didn't seem as if it was working with the heat he was feeling but he also refused to get out of his fluffy blanket in fear of what could possibly happen in his no-no zone. Luckily, he had an extra blanket and handed it to the younger without even glancing at him before forcing his brain to shut off.