We Fight To Protect

Chapter 6

"How're you feeling," Wooyoung asked as he walked over to the couch in the lounge room. San was sitting there cuddled up in a blanket as he watched some TV.

"I'm fine," he replied quietly.

"You really need to stop just saying you're fine. You clearly aren't fine cos you're sick but even there, you need to get a better answer than that," Wooyoung said, rolling his eyes and flopping down by San's feet. San frowned and curled his feet up and out of the way of Wooyoung. However Wooyoung just reached out and grabbed his feet though, pulling them onto his lap and massaging his calf gently. San's hand clenched slightly and felt the urge to jerk away but he didn't. It actually felt nice as his legs had been pretty weak so he decided to let it go. He just dropped his head back on the arm of the couch and stayed quiet.

"Yeonjun should be back soon. My other roommate Kai is staying at his friends tonight so you won't run in to him," Wooyoung said.

"Ok. I should be fine tomorrow morning and I'll head back home. Thank you for doing this," San said quietly.

"It's really no problem San. Just promise once you leave we won't be strangers," Wooyoung said. San sighed and shook his head.

"You don't want to be friends with me Wooyoung. I'm not really that fun to be around and I don't really have a lot of time. Plus we move around a lot so I might not even be here for that much longer," San said, sitting up a little more to look at the younger boy. He expected agreement, however Wooyoung just smiled happily.

"You're definitely fun to be around San, don't be so down on yourself. It doesn't matter if you don't have a lot of time or if you're eventually gonna move, we can still be friends. No offense but you seem really lonely," Wooyoung said.

"I'm not lonely, I'm fine," San said rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, you keep saying that but forgive me for not really believing it," Wooyoung said. San groaned and turned around so his back was to the back of the couch, pulling his feet off Wooyoung's lap.

"Listen, I appreciate you helping me when I just sprung my sickness on you but I'm fine. I'm not someone you can just make friends with and try to brighten their life or whatever the hell it is you want to do," San said.

"Come on, I'm not that bad. I honestly just genuinely like you, you're a good person," Wooyoung said. San sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

"Look, if we see each other in the street I will say hello but I can't promise I'm going to actively be friends with you and try see you often," San admitted.

"That's fine. I mean this is like the second time we've met so I don't expect to be besties, but if I see you again after tomorrow, say hello. Can we exchange numbers at least," Wooyoung asked. San frowned and clenched his hand once again before sighing and reaching out his hand. Wooyoung was confused to begin with before grinning and pulling out his phone when he realised San was asking for it. San grabbed it and before he could second guess, he put in his number and handed it back. Wooyoung was quite excited but he dialled it back and didn't say anything, knowing if he made a big deal San would most likely feel uncomfortable.

"It's almost 8, are you hungry," he asked instead.

"Um, a little," San said quietly, looking down. Wooyoung nodded and stood up, quickly cupping his forehead. San jolted slightly but remained still and let him check his temperature.

"There's still no fever, you're recovering pretty quickly. Not even and 24 hours ago you had a raging fever and looked like shit and now you're just a little pale," Wooyoung said. He grabbed San's chin and tilted his head up, inspecting his eyes and face. San just let him, taking the time to properly see the others face. He had already seen the small mole under the boys left eye before but he also noticed a second one on his lip.