"Get your towel now or I'll kick it and never have kids," I threaten, still covering my eyes since I didn't want to see what's under there.
Joochan chuckles which make me tighten my hold on my eyes. "How about you open your eyes and save me from being a childless old loser?"
"Oh no, I'm not taking any chances."
"You're not going to see it anyway."
"Oh, so you're dickless?"
I hear a short gasp from him. "Did you just insult me?"
"You won't be insulted if it wasn't true." I smile with my eyes closed still, knowing how he would be fuming mad right now, if not for the awkward situation this is. "I'm still closing my eyes."
"Trust me, you really won't see anything."
I open my left eye first to test if he is lying to me or not, and open my right eye when I checked he was telling the truth.
"Oh."
"I was wearing shorts under the towel."
My eyebrows cross in confusion. "Who even does that?"
"Me. So you really won't be able to see the thing you might be thinking." He wipes his still wet hair with the towel resting on his shoulder, a small smile on his lips as he looks at me teasingly.
"Well of course I didn't want to see your adorable butt cheeks!" I grin at how his face reddens, probably not expecting it. "Were they as soft as they were when we were kids?"
Joochan rolls his eyes, going back to his closet to get a t-shirt and wear it. "You still can't get your notebook back."
"But why?"
He sighs. "Just because." He goes over to me to hold onto my wrist and drags me out of his room, my notebook left on the bed. "Let's go, your soup's already cold."
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"How is it?" Joochan stares at me expectantly, leaning closer and closer to me.
I gulp, knowing how my face is getting redder and hotter not just because of the soup. I look at the walls, afraid to look at him directly in the eye and get lost in it. "It's decent...enough."
Joochan grins, satisfied. "I'm happy I didn't poison you or something."
"I'm also relieved that this didn't worsen my fever," I say first before shoving another spoon of soup in my mouth.
"Did you have a nice sleep?"
I nod. "Your bed is so soft, I want to sleep there again."
"You can," Joochan agrees. "But you need to stop nosing around my stuff."
"In my defense, that notebook was originally mine."
"Not...yet," Joochan pauses. "It's still in my possession, so..." he shrugs.
"I'm this close to surrendering you to the police for thievery," I enunciate, folding my thumb and index fingers close enough to emphasize my point. "I swear, if you still don't give it back I'll---"
"I'm planning to, okay? Just wait for it."
I cross my arms in response. "Why do I have to wait? When do you plan on giving it back?"
"Soon."
"When exactly is this 'soon' you're referring to? Soon as in later? Tomorrow? Next week? Next year? Never?" I roll my eyes when he merely gives a mysterious smile as a response.
Joochan speaks up after a moment of silence. "How are you feeling now?"
"I feel tired. And sleepy. I think my fever dummed down already," I push the bowl in front, finally done eating the soup.
"Let me check." Joochan rubs his palms and the back of his hands to heat it up before placing it on my forehead, placing his other hand on his forehead to compare the temperatures, and next he did it to my neck and his. "It really improved." He smiles.
"Sleep is always the solution," I grin and chuckle a little.
He waves his index finger in disagreement. "My soup is the cure."
"Don't get too confident with your cooking skills just yet," I warn and take another sip of the soup. As I smile, I already know that my cheeks are red, but I didn't mind, rather I enjoyed this moment with the person who I liked who did something really sweet for me.
I just wish he's doing this because he really wanted to, not just because he pitied me.
And with that, I enjoy the rest of my meal courtesy of Joochan, head filled with thoughts of being with him that I know wouldn't happen ever.