Seunghoon grabbed my ankles, pulling me down to the edge of the bed.

But when he pulled he down, my shirt lifted up. I instantly pulled it back down but I couldn't reverse what Seunghoon had seen. How fucking awkward.

I got up immediately and put my hands over my chest. "Yah!"

Seunghoon covered his red face and was muttering "why am i like this. i'm going to hell. oh my fucking god i hate myself."

I sighed. "It's fine it's fine." I nervously laughed.

"I. Am. So. Sorry. I was just trying to joke around and yeah..." Seunghoon rubbed his neck.

Regardless of the awkward events that just happened, I was glad he didn't give me a pat on the shoulder and tell me that 'it will be all okay'. It never made me feel happier when people did that.

We were awkwardly silent after that.

"Did you...like my bra?" I asked, joking of course to lighten the mood. But then I realized what I just said. What the fuck is wrong with me I'm just adding more to fire oh my god-

Seunghoon looked up from his fingers in shock. "U-uh-y...you're joking right?" He laughed nervously.

I burst out laughing. "Of course I am! Who the hell would ask someone that?"

Seunghoon let out a breath. "I freaked out for a little."

The door suddenly opened, revealing my mom. "Oh, that's where you were. I'm glad you two are getting along. Seunghoon-sshi, you're parents are looking for you."

"Okay." Seunghoon got up and exited the room, with me following behind as well.

The parents greeted us goodbye, after they had finished their dinner.

"See you tomorrow." I said, as Seunghoon walked out the door. He nodded and I shut it.

"So you and Seunghoon?" My mom asked, grinning.

My eyes widened and I facepalmed. "Mom...no. I work for him." I said.

My mom shrugged. "I wouldn't mind if you two became something else. I am quite fond of that kid."

"Same here." My dad, who was sitting on the couch with his glasses, said.

I sighed, walking up to my room.

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"One, two three! Pose! Pose! Pose!" The photographer snapped photos continuously of the four young men. Lights flashed brightly in the white room, and everyone was busy.

I watched as Seunghoon posed multiple times, looking cool and charismatic.

"Okay! Done!" The director said.

Seunghoon quickly rushed off muttering things like, 'I want to go home' 'I'm tired' 'I think I fucked up the photo shoot'.

I waved to him to come to me and he came, walking. I took a towel off the vanity and started wiping his sweat off. "Why are you sweating so much? Are you sick?"

Seunghoon shook his head quickly. "I'm just nervous, I hope."

I sighed. "You need to start taking care of your health. One day you're gonna snap in half."

Seunghoon shrugged. "I gotta do what I gotta do."

"When you're done, go home and take some medicine." I ordered.

"Yes mother." Seunghoon teased.

I rolled my eyes and lightly pushed him, shooing him to go back to shooting.

###

After the shoot was over, we all returned home. I rode back with Seunghoon because we lived close to each other.

"Do you want me to drive? You seriously don't look okay." I said, worried for him and myself.

"No, no I assure you I'm okay. I can't let you drive." Seunghoon laughed.

"Why not?"

"Because I am a kind gentleman." He joked.

"Yeah, you'll be a kind gentleman when you crash us." I said.

Seunghoon shrugged. I saw that his eyes were narrowed, and he was sweating a bit still too.

I sighed. "Let's go to your house first. You look really bad."

"I thought I looked great." Seunghoon said joked, regardless of looking weak and green. He parked into his house.

I opened the car door and walked to the other side to open Seunghoon's door.

"You don't have to be so nice...it makes me look bad." Seunghoon said, getting out of the car.

"Stop talking, you'll get even more sick." I snapped back.

Seunghoon wobbly got out of the car, walking inside of his house. He almost fell on the edge of a sidewalk, if I didn't catch him. I wrapped his arm around my shoulder and managed to assist him inside the house, and into the house.

He laid down and I went into the closet to get a towel, wetting it with water and placing it on his forehead.

"Look at you, you look dead." I said.

Seunghoon weakly smiled. "Just a little."

"I'll make some soup or something." I said, getting up and fishing around for pans and ingredients.

Once I made some soup, I kneeled in front of Seunghoon, and tried to put a spoonful in his mouth. He shook his head, and took the spoon out of my hands, feeding himself.

"It's hot." I warned.

"Thank you for taking care of me." Seunghoon said. "I seriously was fine before the shoot, but my condition went down real quick."

I nodded. "It makes sense, your schedules been busy."

"Mhm." Seunghoon finished his soup, and I brought it to the sink.

"Where's the medicine?" I asked.

"It's in that same closet. In a red box." Seunghoon replied.

"Okay." I went to the closet and got out the box, taking the medicine out and giving him the right dosage. He took it, laying back down.

"You should go to your bed if you want to sleep." I said. "You'll get even more sick of you sleep out here."

Seunghoon groaned. "I don't want to get up though~"

I sighed. "C'mon, you have to. Fine, I'll get you up myself." I grabbed his arm and pulled him up. He finally got up and I dragged him to his room.

"Can you turn the temperature higher? It's too cold..." Seunghoon whined.

I nodded and adjusted the temperature. "Need anything else?"

"No..." Seunghoon yawned.

I nodded. "I'll be going now."

"Wait...Taeyeon~" Seunghoon said.

"What?"

"Stay."

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a/n:
bahaha this fanfic is so fucking awkward so far tbh I'm sorry I'm bad at this