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nari's pov.

i don't know if it was because i ate something weird or there were germs in the air, but the day after my birthday, i caught a raging fever.

the illness would only last a few days and wasn't critical at all, but it made me feel like absolute crap. obviously, i couldn't attend school.

the only thing that brightened my bad day was my imessages from choi san. he texted me repeatedly in class wondering where i was and telling me he'd come visit me.

but it turns out, he wasn't joking.

"dimples!" i greeted him as i opened the front door to my house. he tilted his head and said, "hey, princess."

we sat on the couch and san asked, "what can i do for you? do you need more blankets? how about soup? are you in pain?"

i laughed and hit his arm, "calm down, dimples. i don't need a nurse."

luckily, things weren't awkward between us after my birthday. it seemed like it never even happened...

he poked out his bottom lip, "but i want you to feel better,"

"fuck. you win." i groaned. "who told you you could be so cute? this is outrageous."

"but you're the cute one." san chuckled. i wasn't too fazed by it after these past weeks on nonstop flirting in and outside of school - especially after we kissed.

he piled a fourth fluffy blanket on me and flattened it out, smiling. "what?"

i guess he noticed my extremely huge smile because of him. i shrugged, "you kissed me yesterday."

"yeah, i did." he nodded and shrugged before turning on his phone.

after a moment, i added, "but we're not dating."

"right." he said stolidly. this was odd because i was almost always able to read his thoughts clearly. now i felt like i was trying to understand a language i didn't speak.

"okay, so?" i asked. "are we a couple?"

suddenly, san kicked off his shoes and laid down on the narrow couch with me. i bit my lip and watched him get comfy... next to me.

he was on top of the blankets and i was underneath, but he still managed to snuggle me in his arms warmly. i felt like i was in a toaster, but it was so nice.

"what are you doing? answer me,"

"cuddling you?"

i sighed and giggled, "why?"

"because you'll feel better. cuddles cure anything."

"but why won't you answer me?"

"shhh, just let me cuddle you, okay?"

"you're weird, dimples." i sighed and closed my eyes.

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