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Yeosang is exhausted. Ateez finally has a few days off, but of course, he had to fall sick... The doctor he saw a few days ago said it was the onset of pneumonia. His whole body feels slow, tired... he can't even get out of bed anymore. He sleeps, trying to rest as much as possible to be back in shape when all of Ateez reunites after this well-deserved break!
Each member has been doing their own thing. Some have taken the opportunity to visit loved ones, which Yeosang also did, and it did him a lot of good despite his feverish state and fatigue. Others have had the chance to attend fashion shows, and Yeosang followed it all, proud of them. He sent a few messages congratulating, encouraging, and reassuring them that everything would go smoothly. And he was right. They were incredible, and the Atinys were there too, supporting them and sending them all the love they could. The Atinys mean so much to Yeosang; he always feels like he’ll never be able to thank them enough for their eternal love and support.
At the moment, Yeosang is in bed, wrapped in his blanket, wearing his favorite pajamas—San’s hoodie. He borrowed it days, maybe even months ago, but never gave it back, and San never asked for it. Yeosang is convinced he never will because, secretly, San loves seeing him in it. That’s so like San.
The room is plunged into complete darkness, and Yeosang slowly wakes up from yet another nap this week. He opens his eyes slowly to adjust to the gloom, begins to stretch, and that’s when he feels it. Someone is pressed up against his back, arms gently and affectionately wrapped around his waist. He doesn’t need long to figure out who it is. San is there; he’s back from Milan. And in that moment, Yeosang is flooded with emotions: relief—that San’s flight went well, pride—San was incredible, beautiful, and so mesmerizing to watch in that fabulous white outfit, and love—as if suddenly, everything just feels right. Being in San’s arms is his favorite thing; he feels safe, loved, and content. He sighs happily, and that’s when San realizes Yeosang is awake. Lips softly brush against his neck as San whispers:
- “My love, you’re awake?”
Struggling to turn around, still wrapped up in the blanket and San’s arms, Yeosang finds himself face to face with the smile he loves most in the world. A smile that forms adorable dimples.
- “Mmh... I’m sorry, I fell asleep. I wasn’t feeling great, but I wanted to be up when you arrived... I’m sorry...” Yeosang whispers, feeling guilty.
San smiles, a smile that makes his beautiful eyes disappear. “He really looks like a cat,” Yeosang thinks at that moment. The younger one gently strokes his cheek with his fingertips. “It’s no big deal at all. You needed to rest. But why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you tell anyone you were this sick?” San pouts. And Yeosang can’t help but find him adorable all over again.
- “Sannie... this is the first time in so long that we’ve had days off, you were all so busy, and you deserved to enjoy it to the fullest. I didn’t want you guys to worry about a simple cold. Plus, you had to go to Milan for the Dolce & Gabbana show. You had other things to think about than me and my cold!”
San sighs; he loves Yeosang more than anything. But he wishes, just for once, Yeosang would stop thinking only of others. That, just once, he wouldn’t hesitate to share when he’s not feeling well, even for something as small as a cold like Yeosang says.
Alas, Yeosang has always been like that. Since they first met, Wooyoung has gently encouraged him to open up, and the other members too. But no, the angel with the perfect face prefers to keep everything to himself; he’s just too considerate.
- “Yeosang, my heart, you know very well we always make time for every member. We’re a family. We’ll always worry about you. Stop thinking you’re a burden or whatever else, you’re our Yeosang. We’d be ready to kill for you, you know that?”
Yeosang can’t help but giggle, thinking of all the times Wooyoung reminds him of this—every single day.
- “And besides, you’re always on my mind, Yeosang. I only think about you.”
Yeosang can’t help himself; he kisses San softly, trying to convey all the feelings he has for him, his Sannie. The person who takes care of him the most, who is always there to support, encourage, and comfort him without him even needing to say a word. “I love you, I love you so much,” San murmurs.
Yeosang wraps his arms around San’s neck, pulling him as close as possible. They’re in their own little bubble, and he doesn’t want it to end. “I love you too, more than you can imagine. I missed you,” he says, mumbling and looking away, “and you were so handsome in Milan.” He feels his cheeks heat up and turn pink. San finds him adorable, once again confirming that his Yeosang is the cutest.
- “Can you repeat that last part? I didn’t quite hear it,” teases the younger man with black hair.
Yeosang gently pushes him away, too embarrassed to repeat it. He hides his face in San’s neck, grumbling, “You heard me perfectly fine...” and San laughs.
“I love you so much,” he says, kissing his boyfriend’s forehead and holding him as tightly as possible.