Hidden King

Chapter 5 Don't get sick

Jongho

         This morning everyone seems to be getting used to the new roommates. Yunho has actually been pretty nice as a roommate, he actually is pretty responsible about when he sleeps, but he sleeps forever. I get up early and make breakfast for everyone as they wake up.

         I feel bad for getting mad at San for something he can't control so I make his favorite. He sits down, slightly groggy as I hand him his food. I watch him light up at the sight of it, and it makes me happy.

         "Sorry for being a prick yesterday." I say and he stands giving me a hug.

         "You just care, and I can't get mad about that." he tells me and I look down smiling.

         "Thanks hyung."

         He sits back down and eats after thanking me for the food. I am happy and continue to cook, watching as Wooyoung comes out from his shower with wet hair. I see Yeosang hyung sigh and throw a towel at him.

         "Dry yourself, we don't need you sick." he says and comes over to help me. I chuckle and am happy to have Yeosang hyung around. He is fun to talk with about the others.

         "So how is it rooming with Mingi?" I ask him and he just sighs.

         "He is very loud before he goes to sleep." he says as he helps me clean up, he grabs our plates.

         "I hope you slept well after falling asleep." I say, concerned for his well being. He shrugs and sits down with me as we eat. Wooyoung with the towel still on his head, and San looking at him, not quite glaring, but in disapproval.

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San

         I watch as Wooyoungie comes out and Yeosang throws a towel at him. I agree with him, I don't want Woo getting sick, and it annoys me when he doesn't even try to dry his hair. I watch as everyone finishes their food, and I put mine down as soon as I see Woo walk back to our room

         I put my dishes in the sink and head to our room, still seeing him with the towel on his head. I watch as he searches his drawers for clothes to go out in. I go up behind him and turn him to face me, then dry his hair.

         "As your friend, I don't want to see you sick." I say, a bit rougher than intended, but he doesn't push me away as I dry his hair. He is silent until I pull his chin up to look at an. I check that his hair is dry enough and I let him go.

         "Thanks," he tells me as he turns back to the dresser. I take the towel and put it in the dirty laundry, then grab my own clothes out for the day.

         I change quickly and avoid looking at him, trying to keep everything just a friendship. I didn't want to look and get caught staring at his ass, no matter how much I wanted to look.

         "Are you ready to go?" I hear him ask, and I finally look up. He has a rosey pink dusted across his face and isn't looking at me directly.

         "I'm ready," I say and chuckle as he smiles. He grabs my hand and I grab our bags, ready to go to our first shoot of Inception vs. Thanxx.

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Wooyoung

         I hear as San enters the room, and feel him come up behind me, turning me to face him.

         "As your friend, I don't want to see you sick." he tells me and my heart aches at the word friend, but I melt at the tone. I look down, blushing and also a bit sad, as he dries my hair. When he pulls my chin up I am shocked, but he seems satisfied with my hair.

         "Thanks," I say in a voice that is calmer than how I feel. I turn back to my dresser and grab clothes out quickly and get dressed. When I turn around I can see San buttoning his shirt and tucking it in. When he is done he sits down, not looking up. I walk over to him and sigh.

         "Are you ready to go?" I ask, blushing as I notice that he had the shirt open a bit further than usual. He looks up at me giving me his big dimpled smile and nods.

         "I'm ready." he says, chuckling and I sigh. And here I thought you were upset. I think to myself and take his hand, dragging him out to the van that is taking us to the school we are doing our photo shoot. I sit with Yeosang and San, with San at one of the windows, watching the scenery go by as he listens to music.

         "So, how are you two getting along?" Yeosang asks as he taps my shoulder.

         "We are doing well. He isn't too picky on when to sleep, and he seems to be kinda quiet as he sleeps." I say, shrugging.

         "I'm glad to hear it's going well, but have you tried to talk to him about your feelings?" he whispers to me.

         "What feelings? Plus he keeps saying I'm his friend anyway." I say, annoyed and feeling the sting from his earlier comment.

         Yeosang drops the subject and we ride in silence as we nap on the way there. I dream of the feeling I had when he was sitting with me on my bed. I was happy to just have him close to me.

         I wake up to San shaking me lightly, and he smiles at me with his kind eyes. I stretch and look around seeing the beautiful school in front of us.

         "Come on Young-ah, time to go be idols," he tells me, giving a small laugh. I swear I could see him sparkle.