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Taeyong could hear it already.
The manager scolding him and lecturing him for probably 30 minutes straight because he caught a cold.
It wasn't that bad, and it's not his fault for catching the cold in the first place. It's just the weather affecting his body in some kind of way. Taeyong stared at the ceiling, his body too weak to move and burning up.
A knock on his bedroom door snapped him out of his thoughts, mumbling out a weak 'come in'. He expected it to be Doyoung, since the younger male would always be the one waking him up if he was late or such. He groaned slightly, grabbing a pillow and stuffing it on his face.
"What is it?" He grumbled, feeling someone taking a seat on the side of his bed.
"You sound grumpy today."
Taeyong immediately remove the pillow when he heard his sweet angels' voice.
Yuta stared back down at him, an eyebrow raised. Seems like the other just got out of bed judging by the bed hair.
He moved to the side, placing an arm around Yutas' waist. "Morning, babe.." He hummed,trying to pull Yuta down beside him.
"You sound off, are you okay?" Yuta said, examining him. Taeyong sighed, "I'm fine." He lied, which Yuta caught on immediately.
The younger then narrowed his eyes before feeling Taeyongs' forehead.
"You're sick."
"It's a little cold, it'll go away."
"It's not a 'little cold', Taeyong. You caught a fever."
Taeyong grumbled before sitting up. "It's nothing.. I'll get better in the afternoon, don't worry about me." He said, trying to reassure his boyfriend.
"Oh, no, you're not going anywhere!" Yuta pushed him back down, "You're having a fever and I'm going to make sure you're going to recover immediately!"
Taeyong stared at him skeptically, "Fevers don't go away so easily if I stay in bed all day, Yuta."
Yuta gave him a wide grin, which indicates that he's up with something. "Don't worry! I'm going to take care of you!" He said enthusiastically, which made Taeyong snort in amusement.
"Oh, so we're playing doctor now?" He weakly teased, comfortably snuggling tokki knight close to himself.
"Of course," Yuta hummed, "You're going to rest and heal while I take care of you!"
Taeyong closed his eyes with a hum, hearing Yutas' footsteps and his bedroom door closing.
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"..Yong... Taeyong...Taeyong, wake up." Yutas' voice called out, waking him from his sleep before he turned towards the younger with a questioning look.
Yuta on the other hand, sat himself on the side of the bed carefully with a bowl in his hands.
"Wakey, wakey, sunshine! I made you warm chicken soup!" He chirped, as Taeyong sat up. The elder reached out to grab the bowl from Yuta but the younger tutted and smacked his hand away, "No. I'll be the one feeding you."
Yuta scooped a spoonful of the soup, before feeding it to Taeyong.
The elder was skeptical about the food for a while, discreetly afraid that the taste would be too salty or a few ingredients would be raw. To his surprise, it tasted well.
"Wow, this is good." Taeyong said, receiving another spoonful of chicken soup. "Did you actually made this?"
Yuta rolled his eyes, "Are you THAT skeptical of my cooking?" He grumbled, this time shoving the soup into Taeyongs' mouth.
"What? Oh, n-no, Yuta... was just surprised you see..Uh.. Cause the last time you made soup for me, it tasted like salt water." Taeyong replied, almost too honest.
Yuta glared at him. "Well, I made a big improvement! I can guarantee you I made this soup all by myself!" He said, as Taeyong only nod in slight agreement. "Whatever you say, babe.."
As soon as he ate the last drop of the soup, Yuta went out with a satisfied hum.
Taeyong thought Yuta was already done, but much to his horror, Yuta came in with a glass of water and a bottle of pills.
"It's time for your medicine!"
There's on thing that Taeyong doesn't like when he's sick, and that is medicine. The bitter taste just makes him gag, and the thought of the pill in his mouth just made him cringe.
When Yuta gave the pill to him, he just stared at it.
"What's wrong?" Yuta asked, blinking in question. "Is there another alternative? Because I am not taking this."
Yuta sighed, "Taeyong, it's medicine! It's going to help you get better."
"Still not taking it sweetheart." He said put the pill away.
Yuta, obviously not giving up, just grabbed the pill and tried to force it into Taeyongs' mouth.
"Take the pill!"
"What the- No!"
"Taeyong!"
They both struggled with each other for a while, which ended up with both of them on Taeyongs' bedroom floor before Yuta successfully shoved the pill inside of Taeyongs' mouth and made him drink the water.
"There we go... Nice and easy..."
Taeyong calmed down for a while, looking at Yuta with a weird expression. Yuta equally stared at him with a raised brow.
"Taeyon- OH MY GOD!"
Yuta shrieked when Taeyong puked on his lap, staining both of them before Taeyong made a beeline towards the toilet.
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"That was gross."
Taeyong rolled his eyes at Yutas' comment. "I told you not to shove a pill down my throat, but did you listen? No."
"I was trying to help! I didn't know you'd vomit like that!" Yuta said, defending himself.
Currently, Yuta brought Taeyong his dinner. Eventhough Taeyong tried to shoo him away, Yuta insisted on helping him.
"Here!" Yuta said, placing the tray on Taeyongs' bed. "Doyoung made these. He said this will help you recover fast!" Yuta said, grinning.
The younger watched him eat, his eyes staring at the food in Taeyongs' hands. His gaze wasn't left unknown, as Taeyong offered him a piece of the smoked salmon.
"H-huh?"
"You haven't eaten yet, have you?" He said, not waiting for Yuta to answer. "You've been with me all day."
Yuta was silent, obviously still trying to make up a convincing lie.
They just stared at each other, before Taeyong lightly shoved the smoked fish into Yutas' mouth.
They both went silent for a while, making Taeyong stare at his rice blankly.
"That was an indirect kiss..."
Taeyong was slightly startled when Yuta started to talk.
"What?"
"An indirect kiss..." Yuta continued, "You had your lips on the chopstick.. A-and so did I..." He said, a faint blush on his cheeks.
Taeyong stared at him with a raised brow, "Are you seriously blushing over the fact that we had an indirect kiss?" He snickered, "As if we haven't kissed like thousands of times." He continued with a chuckle.
"T-That's different!" Yuta whined, making Taeyong let out a laugh. "You're such a weirdo, Yuta." He commented with a fond chuckle, putting aside his food. "I'm your weirdo." Yuta responded and stuck his tongue out.
"I haven't kissed you for a day and you've completely turned into a blushing virgin. Getting flustered all over an 'indirect kiss'." Taeyong teased, making Yutas' cheeks turn absolutely red.
Taeyong then yawned, "Well.. It's been a fun day playing doctor with you." Taeyong chuckled, letting himself rest.
Yuta sighed, grabbing the tray of food from Taeyongs' wardrobe.
"Hey, Yuta?"
"Yeah?"
He felt a pair of soft lips making contact with his cheek, "Thanks for taking care of me, sweetheart.." Taeyong said before pulling the covers onto himself.
Yuta walked out of the room with his cheeks still burning red. He stood infront of Taeyongs' door and lets out an embarrassed whine, Taeyong was right. He hasn't received a kiss for a day and now he's a blushing virgin.
"You look like a tomato." Doyoung commented, walking past him.
"S-Shut up, Doyoung."