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Terrible is the only way Woobin can describe how he feels.
To be honest, he felt like he was getting sick for a couple of days already. But, just yesterday, on his way home, he got caught in the rain with no umbrella and no jacket.
The rain was probably the last straw before his body decided to fully give up on him.
He was alright when he fell asleep last night, but now it’s a different story. He’s feverish, he’s achy, his nose is blocked and the scratchiness in his throat is showing no sign of going away.
He hasn’t even managed to get out of bed to wash up yet, even though he knows there’s stuff he should be doing, then something hits him.
He told Minhee to come over today.
Woobin shoots up out of pure panic, but regrets it immediately after when pain starts pounding in his head. He makes his way to the bathroom, to look in the mirror. He looks almost as bad as he feels.
There’s absolutely no way he can let Minhee see him like this. Even worse, he doesn’t want to risk Minhee catching whatever he has if it turns out to be contagious.
He hopes he has time to either clean himself up or call and tell Minhee to stay home today, but then the doorbell rings.
Shit. He’s already here.
Woobin stumbles to the front door. He toys with the idea of not answering at all, but he quickly brushes it off. He doesn’t wanna leave Minhee hanging, and even if he did he knows the younger would just bombard him with calls and texts anyway.
After sniffling a couple of times, Woobin finally pulls the door open.
On the other side, Minhee stands, a soft grin on his lips. “Hi, Ruby.” He says, as he holds up the plastic bag in his hand. “I brought some coffee! Iced americano, your favourite.”
Woobin doesn’t speak, just moving forward and wrapping his arms around Minhee’s waist. The smell of his perfume is faint due to Woobin’s stuffy nose, but it’s still there. It’s oddly relaxing.
“Ruby? You okay?”
“I just woke up feeling awful.” Woobin mumbles into the fabric of Minhee’s shirt.
“Oh? Are you sick?” Minhee asks, voice laced with worry, hand on Woobin’s back.
“I think so? I have no idea. But something isn’t right.” Woobin says, pulling away. “Maybe you shouldn’t be here. I don’t want you to get sick.”
Minhee scoffs. “Are you kidding me? I need to be here to look after you! If I get sick, then so be it.” He says, matter-of-factly.
“Minhee, it’s okay, I can look after mysel–”
Before Woobin finishes speaking, Minhee is pushing past him and walking into the apartment. Woobin knows there’s no stopping him at this point. He sighs and follows Minhee to the kitchen.
Minhee places his bag down on the kitchen counter. Woobin rustles through it to grab his coffee. He notices a strawberry drink that Minhee must have gotten for himself. It makes him smile.
“Have you had breakfast yet?” Minhee asks.
“I… just got out of bed. So, no.” Woobin states, taking his coffee out of the bag. He takes a sip, and lets out a sigh. The caffeine wakes him up slightly, and the ice calms his throat down. It’s almost as if Minhee knew he was needing this.
Minhee frowns. “Should I make something for you?”
Woobin shakes his head. “It’s okay, you don’t need to do that. I’m not that hungry anyway. We can just go sit on the couch.”
“Are you kidding me?” Minhee exclaims, crossing his arms. “You need to eat, you’ll feel worse if you don't!”
“But—”
“No buts! You’re not feeling good, go relax and I’ll make you some breakfast.” Minhee orders, a pout on his lips, pointing in the direction of Woobin’s living room.
Woobin can’t help but find Minhee extremely cute when he’s trying to be demanding and ‘angry’. “Okay, whatever you say. I’ll go sit down. Just, please don’t burn my kitchen.” He jokes.
Minhee scoffs. Even though he’s acting annoyed, there’s a smile on his face. “I’m better than that, you should know!”
“I know! Just teasing.” Woobin chuckles, walking to the living room.
While Minhee is busy, Woobin looks for something to watch on television that both of them will enjoy. They don’t always see eye to eye when it comes to entertainment, but there are a few things they can agree on.
Woobin comes across a random drama they’ve both seen and enjoyed, so he puts it on for some background noise. He stares at the screen, but isn’t really taking it in. He tries looking at his phone instead, but decides he doesn’t have the energy for all the scrolling.
The warmth of his boyfriend is all he really wants.
After ten or so minutes, Woobin can hear Minhee’s footsteps padding towards him.
“Here you go. I found leftovers in your fridge, so I made you some fried rice.” Minhee says, a bowl in one hand. The strawberry drink Woobin noticed before is in the other.
Woobin takes the bowl from him. He smiles. “Thank you.”
Minhee doesn’t speak again, just smiling and pressing a soft kiss to Woobin’s cheek.
Normally Woobin is thrilled about eating, but today he’s not interested. Still, he doesn’t want to upset Minhee so he scoops up a spoonful and puts it in his mouth. He can barely taste it anyway, due to his blocked nose, but he still appreciates the effort Minhee put in.
“How is it?” Minhee asks, looking expectantly.
“It’s good, from what I can taste. I’m just… not that hungry at all.” Woobin responds. Minhee frowns, and it breaks Woobin’s heart.
“That’s okay, but… can you eat a little more? For me? You don’t need to eat it all, just a few more spoonfuls.” Minhee practically pleads, patting Woobin’s leg.
“Okay, I’ll try. For you.”
With Minhee watching him, Woobin manages to eat a few more spoons of rice. When he feels like he’s done, he places the bowl aside.
Minhee smiles, and places a few kisses on Woobin’s face, finishing with a kiss on the lips. “You did well, Ruby. Thank you for trying.” He says softly.
“Can we cuddle now?” Woobin asks.
“Of course.” Minhee chuckles.
Woobin shuffles slightly closer to Minhee, and Minhee puts his arm around Woobin’s shoulder. Woobin sighs, placing his head on Minhee’s chest.
“I’m fed up.” Woobin mumbles.
“Why?”
“I hate being sick. It makes me feel so useless.”
“You shouldn’t feel that way, it’s not your fault.” Minhee says, stroking Woobin’s hair. “Just because you’re resting doesn’t mean you’re useless, sick or not. It just means… you need a rest. And that’s alright.”
Woobin hums. “That actually helps.” He looks up at Minhee. “Thank you, Mini.”
“No problem.” Minhee grins. “Now, I have an idea that’ll help you feel better. Actually, it’ll benefit both of us.”
Woobin raises an eyebrow. “And what would that be?”
“Do you wanna take a nap?” Minhee suggests.
Woobin nods, already adjusting his and Minhee’s positions on the couch. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Minhee rubs Woobin’s back, a soft chuckle coming from him. “I didn’t know you would say yes so easily.”
“I could never say no to a nap.” Woobin states, already closing his eyes. “We deserve it anyway.”
Minhee exhales, placing his head on top of Woobin’s. “That we do.”
Maybe it was breakfast, or maybe it’s just Minhee’s presence. Either way, Woobin is starting to feel better already.