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they have to kiss for the medicine to be transfered, twisted story eh?
choi chanhee a famous idol, suffers from a disease with no cure or chance of surviving through surgery.
can he make it?
will he make it?
chanhee hugged his plushie few minutes after he was done running around his house, shouting in victory until his throat hurted.
he felt unbelievably strong and capable of running, as if his throat and lungs expanded and made him like an extremely healthy teen.
he was sighing in relief, curled up on his bed while scrolling on his phone.
"we're back, young master!" a familiar voice echoed all throughout the house, startling chanhee who almost screamed like a goat.
chanhee rolled down his sweater sleeve and wore decent shorts before going down to the living room.
his maids and butlers were like a family to him, given that he doesn't have a father anymore and his mother is to who knows where.
chanhee ran down the stairs, not forgetting to wear his puffy elmo slippers before doing so.
at the second he entered the living room, he ran to his maid for a hug, but that mission immediately faded when he sees a familiar brunette enter his house.
his eyes widened, heat rising up his cheeks i embarrassment as he looked at sunwoo who was carrying a ton of equipment on his arms.
they met gazes and sunwoo almost laughed in seeing chanhee, bit chanhee was quick to talk.
"w-why is he here?" he politely asked his butler, pulling his hoodie down because he was wearing shorts.
sunwoo was guided towards the room he'll be staying at, and before doing so, he spared another quick glance at chanhee, which the older didn't notice.
"doctor kim is unavailable because he had to go overseas for an urgent matter of one patient there, so he'll be the one to check your condition every after taking a dose."
"w-why does he have to stay here?" chanhee's voice was shaking, fearing the thought of waking up to see this face between the walls of his home.
"because you'll have to take the medicine two times a day." he answered, ruffling chanhee's soft hair.
here chanhee is now, in his room, he wanted to turn back time but even god knows chanhee can't.
this happy chanhee turned into a flustered, embarrased, and anxious chanhee, no one knows why.
"dinner's ready, brat." a voice spoke as chanhee's room door opened, chanhee slightly jumped at the sudden voice but immediately rolled his eyes in realization on who it is.
"why does it have to be you?" chanhee growled as he stood up, fixing his clothes as he walked towards the opened door.
sunwoo already walked away as soon as chanhee got out of his room, ignoring the fact that chanhee was stomping his feet.
"just because." sunwoo answered, trying his best to wipe the smirk forming on his lips as he fastened his pace.
oof what a boring chapter fufufu also why is sunwoo slowly looking like some creep? i don't know either ʰᵉʰ my brain is hurting, a big oof for that.
anyways i'll leave ya'll now, got an inktober to do.
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