Suga was beginning to nod off to the white noise of the crappy drama show that was playing on the small television, and to the slight hissing of Mallory’s air tank, when the door opened and the aroma of soft tofu stew and chicken porridge teased Suga’s nose. He sat up a little and looked over his shoulder. The nurse was taking careful steps towards the two, holding a tray with plenty of steaming bowls.

Suga turned, reaching to help him with the hand Mallory wasn’t asleep on. “Thank you,” He said, bowing his head slightly.

The nurse nodded. “She’s sleeping?” He whispered, and Suga nodded. “Any signs of pain?”

“No, but stay here for a moment. She’ll tell me when she wakes up if she’s hurting,” The nurse nodded again and Suga turned back to Mallory. “Mallory, you need to wake up, your food is here.” He said, his voice a little louder than it was before. Mallory’s eyes tightened, and she shook her head, snaking her arms around him and burying her face in Suga’s shirt. The nurse, who had moved to the end of the bed, laughed, and Suga blushed. “Come on, you can go back to sleep after you eat.” He said, brushing the hair away from her face.

She groaned and looked up at him, one blue eye, one hazel, but both were bloodshot. She’d had a rough day, and it made Suga feel terrible. “Come on,” He said, grabbing the remote that adjusted the bed. “You need to eat a little,” He said, pressing the button that moved the bed up.

Mallory moved so she was facing forward, towards her food. Her eyes grew wide at the variety, but she didn’t move when she noticed the nurse standing there, watching her. “Hello Mallory,” He said kindly, and she waved politely. “Are you feeling any pain?” She shrugged and pointed towards her right side and wincing. “Your ribs, or that bulletwound?” She held up two fingers. “Both. Okay. One to ten, how bad is it?” She held up four fingers. “Mm, we’ll see about getting you those drugs.” He said, turning towards Suga. “Try to get as much into her as you can.”

Suga nodded and the nurse walked towards the door. He noted that there was double of everything, but some of the bowls were smaller than the others. He reached for that smaller bowl of rice and began to eat. Mallory reached for a pair of the chopsticks and squeaked, her arm dropping to her side. Suga frowned and dropped the bowl onto the tray and pulled his legs out from underneath the tray. Mallory tried to reach for him, but he moved around and sat in front of her. She pulled her legs up, sitting cross legged, and Suga grabbed the larger bowl of soft tofu soup.

He reached for the soup and scooped up some of the soup. “Here,” He said, leaning towards her. She let out a weak laugh and shook her head. “You fractured your shoulder, and I know you can’t use your left hand, so let me feed you.” She looked up at the ceiling, still smirking. “If you don’t eat, you’re going to get sick when they give you the drugs. So eat, okay?”

She leaned forward and, as she pulled away and swallowed the stew, she closed her eyes and a look of pure satisfaction crossed her face. Suga laughed. “Told you you should eat.”

The door opened again and Suga started scooping some more of the soup. “She’s eating some, but we haven’t gotten very-”

“Jokaddal!” A woman’s voice cried. Surprised, Suga looked towards the door to see that a very short and thin woman, and a tall and extremely large man, stood in the door’s threshold. The man, Suga remembered, was Choi Chin-Hwa, the chef from that restaurant Mallory had taken them to when they were at the palace. “Oh, my poor baby jokaddal!” She said, starting forward. Chin-Hwa walked beside her, eyeing Suga seriously.

She moved to pull Mallory into a hug, but Chin-Hwa stopped her. “She looks like she’s in pain, my love. Maybe you shouldnt.” The woman frowned. “What happened?”

Mallory looked to Suga, who in a breath and turned to Chin-Hwa.

Zhen’s eyes opened when the figure she was laying against began to move. Her eyes focused on the television across from her, which had the main screen for the movie she and Jungkook had been watching on display. The popcorn bowl they had used sat on the table in front of her, empty, and Kirakira lay on the floor just beside the table.

Two hands fell onto Zhen’s back, she she was half startled. She was laying flat, but she was positive that when she’d fallen asleep, it’d been on Jungkook’s shoulder. She turned her head slightly to find Jungkook, passed out with his head against the arm and the back of the couch, his body angled so his chest was elevated, but his legs were straight. Zhen was laying against his chest, and her legs were tangled with his. His nose was twitching, like he needed to sneeze, and his hand, which had been on the small of Zhen’s back, move to brush his nose.

When his hand fell back into place, he was motionless. She smiled, watching as his eyes twitched back and forth beneath his eyelids. He was clearly in the middle of an animated dream.

Zhen sat up, grabbing Jungkook’s hands and moving them to his chest, so they wouldn’t fall away when she sat up and wake him up. She swung her legs so they were dangling off the couch, but she still sat in between Jungkook’s legs, one of which was raised and thrown over the back of the couch. She pulled one of the hair bands that he been resting on her wrist off and reached up to pull her hair into a messy bun.

The door to Cho Hee’s office opened, spilling light into the surprisingly dark room, and Cho Hee walked out. Her eyes fell on Zhen, and the compromising position she was in, and she gasped, racing to the light switch. She flicked it on and stared at Zhen, who dropped her hands to her sides, having finished putting her hair in a bun.

“What are-”

“Shh!” Zhen hissed. She moved off Jungkook, whom she had in fact been sitting on, and hurried towards Cho Hee. “Jungkook’s still sleeping!” She whispered harshly.

Cho Hee squinted at Zhen. “Sleeping?” Zhen nodded