Seunghyun sat down on the floor and leaned against the doorframe, watching him with a tiny smile, any interest tempered by how miserable Jiyong looked.
 
"Falling over any time soon?" Seunghyun said, head tilting back to rest against the wood as he fiddled with a loose string along the seam of his jeans.
 
"I'm fine," Jiyong's voice rasped, glaring in Seunghyun's general direction. It would have been more effective if he hadn't been and supporting himself with a hand on the shower's glass walls, but his balance was a little compromised.
 
Seunghyun smiled the way he did when he thought he knew better, but was feeling indulgent enough not to point it out. Jiyong sighed tiredly, he couldn't spare the energy for annoyance.
 
"You are very amusing when you get sick," Seunghyun told him.
 
" you too," Jiyong moaned pathetically, dragging a hand through his hair.
 
Seunghyun tilted his head. "Another day, perhaps," he said. Jiyong could practically hear the smile in his voice. "There's no need to encourage a bacterial invasion."
 
Jiyong was about to insist that Seunghyun deserved it for the pounding headache he had inflicted on him by insisting to talk, but kept his tongue with the remembered promise of chicken soup.
 
"Come on, princess, can't stay in there all day," Seunghyun said.
 
Jiyong was beginning to feel like a prune, but the water was cool on his skin and he felt more clearheaded than he had been for a week. It didn't have anything to do with not being able to move without falling over.
 
"Come on," Seunghyun's voice said into his ear, a hand reaching out around him to turn off the water. Jiyong almost lost his balance, but Seunghyun's arms went around his waist, strong and solid when even his mind felt like he was under water and caught in merciless currents. He snuggled into the embrace, legs weak and rubbery.
 
"You're heavier than yo