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Minho tossed and turned in his bed, feeling a scratchy throat and a pounding headache. He groaned in frustration, realizing that he had fallen ill at the worst possible time. Today was supposed to be his date with Chan, and they had been excitedly planning it for weeks. They were going to explore a new cafe, take a leisurely walk in the park, and just enjoy each other’s company.
But now, all those plans were shattered. Minho let out a sigh and buried himself deeper into his pile of blankets, the soft fabric providing a small comfort. He looked around his room, spotting his cats lazily lounging on the windowsill, seemingly unaffected by his misery. He wished he could curl up like them and forget about his illness.
Meanwhile, Chan was bustling around his own apartment, preparing for the date. He had meticulously planned every detail, wanting to make it a memorable day for both of them. As he was about to leave his place, his phone buzzed, indicating a message from Minho.
[Minho: Hey, hyung. I don’t think I can make it today... I feel awful. I’m sorry. ]
Chan’s heart sank as he read the message. He immediately called Minho, concern evident in his voice. “Minho-ah, what happened? Are you okay?”
Minho’s voice sounded hoarse and weak over the phone. “I caught a bug or something. I’m really sorry, Channie. I know you put so much effort into planning our date.”
Chan’s disappointment was palpable, but he quickly shifted gears and tried to be supportive. “Don’t worry about the date, Minho-ah. Your health comes first. But... can I come over and take care of you? I’ll bring some soup and medicine.”
Minho smiled faintly, touched by Chan’s offer. “That sounds nice. I would love some company, especially yours.”
…
Within the hour, Chan arrived at Minho’s apartment with a bag of supplies. He knocked softly on the door, not wanting to startle his sick boyfriend. Minho dragged himself out of bed and shuffled towards the door, opening it to reveal a worried Chan standing there.
Chan’s eyes softened as he took in Minho’s haggard appearance. His cheeks were flushed, and he had dark circles under his eyes. Despite that, Chan couldn’t help but find Minho adorable, wrapped up in a mess of blankets.
“Hey, baby,” Chan greeted gently, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. “How are you feeling?”
Minho pouted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Like a zombie... but with a sore throat.”
Chan placed a hand on Minho’s forehead, checking his temperature. “You’re warm. Let’s get you back to bed, okay?”
Minho nodded weakly, allowing Chan to guide him back to his cozy nest of blankets. He sank back into the pile, his cats curiously eyeing Chan from a safe distance.
Chan couldn’t help but feel a mixture of amusement and tenderness as he looked at Minho, who was now half-buried in blankets with a pout on his face. He wanted to go to the kitchen and set up the soup, but Minho seemed unusually clingy, not wanting him to leave even for a moment.
“Hyung, stay with me,” Minho whined, reaching out to grab Chan’s hand as he tried to stand up.
Chan chuckled, giving Minho’s hand a gentle squeeze. “I will, Min. But I need to set up the soup in the kitchen first. I won’t be long, I promise.”
Minho’s grip on Chan’s hand tightened, and he tugged him down to the bed. With a playful glint in his eyes, Minho climbed onto Chan’s lap, straddling him.
“Then just set up the soup here,” Minho suggested, a cheeky grin spreading across his face.
Chan frowned with concern as he noticed Minho’s unusually clingy behavior. He knew Minho could get a little needy whenever he was sick, but this was on another level. Still, he couldn’t help but find Minho’s antics endearing.
“Baby, are you sure you’re feeling alright?” Chan asked, his fingers gently brushing through Minho’s hair.
Minho nuzzled against Chan’s neck, seeking comfort. “I just want you to stay with me. You’re warm and cozy.”
Chan chuckled, his arms wrapping around Minho. “Alright, alright. I’ll stay for a little longer, but I do need to set up the soup, okay?”
Minho pouted, but he nodded, seemingly satisfied with Chan’s promise to stay. He buried his face in the crook of Chan’s neck, taking in his familiar scent, feeling safe and loved in his embrace.
They stayed like that for a while, Chan holding Minho close while Minho snuggled against him. Chan teased Minho playfully, planting soft kisses on his forehead and cheeks, making Minho giggle despite feeling unwell.
“Min, you’re being clingier than your cats,” Chan teased.
Minho grinned. “Well, maybe you should be jealous of them. They get to cuddle with me all the time.”
Chan feigned hurt, his hand over his heart. “I thought I was your favorite cuddle buddy!”
Minho giggled, pecking Chan on the lips. “You are, silly. You’re my favorite everything.”
Chan’s heart fluttered at the sweet declaration, and he pressed his forehead against Minho’s, savoring the moment between them.
“Min, I really need to set up the soup now,” Chan said gently, trying to convince Minho to let him go.
Minho whined, clinging tighter to Chan. “Can’t you just stay here forever?”
Chan laughed, kissing Minho’s nose. “As much as I’d love to, I promise I’ll be right back. I just need to make sure the soup is nice and warm for you.”
Minho’s lower lip jutted out in a cute pout, but he reluctantly released his hold on Chan. “Fine. But hurry back, okay?”
Chan grinned, giving Minho’s cheek a gentle pat. “I’ll be back before you know it.”
As Chan left the room to set up the soup, Minho watched him go with a longing expression. He wanted Chan’s company more than anything, but he also knew that the soup would help soothe his throat and make him feel better.
While in the kitchen, Chan not only heated up the soup but also took care of Minho’s cats. He filled their bowls with food and spent some time playing with them, making sure they were happy and content. Chan knew how much Minho loved his cats, and taking care of them made him feel even closer to his boyfriend.
However, as Minho’s impatience grew, he couldn’t resist calling out for Chan like a little baby. “Hyung! Are you done yet?”
Chan chuckled as he returned to Minho’s room, carrying the steaming bowl of soup and a soft smile on his face.
Chan’s heart melted at the sight that greeted him – Minho wrapped in a cocoon of blankets, his cheeks rosy and his eyes teary from the lingering illness. To Chan, Minho was the most beautiful human on earth, even while being sick. He couldn’t resist the urge to lean down and press a gentle kiss to Minho’s forehead.
“You look so cute like this, baby,” Chan teased, a playful glint in his eyes. “All bundled up like a little burrito.”
Minho managed a weak smile, despite his stuffy nose. “Shut up, hyung. I don’t look like a burrito.”
Chan chuckled, and the sound filled the room with warmth. He carefully placed the tray on the little table in front of Minho, who was about to crawl out of all the blankets covering him.
“No, no,” Chan insisted, gently stopping Minho. “You stay cozy like this. I’ll feed you.”
Minho blinked in surprise, but he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the attention and care Chan was showering on him. “You don’t have to, Channie-hyung. I can do it myself.”
Chan shook his head, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “I know you can, but I don’t want you to move unnecessarily. Besides, you look adorable like this, and I want to take care of you.”
Minho’s cheeks flushed, and he averted his gaze, but a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “Fine, but only because I’m actually too lazy to move.”
As Chan fed Minho spoonfuls of soup, they continued their playful banter and teasing, as they always did. It was a familiar dance between them – playful jabs and affectionate words – a dance that only deepened their bond.
“So, do I get a reward for being the best boyfriend ever?” Chan teased, holding up another spoonful of soup.
Minho pretended to ponder for a moment before giving Chan a cheeky grin. “Hmm, how about a kiss?”
Chan laughed, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Minho’s lips before continuing feeding him the soup.
But Chan’s eyes widened in surprise as Minho suddenly took the spoon from his hand and turned the tables on him. “Wait, what are you doing?”
Minho chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You probably haven’t eaten yet, right? Let me feed you for a change.”
Chan couldn’t help but smile at Minho’s thoughtfulness. He nodded and allowed Minho to feed him, feeling a warm rush of affection for his caring boyfriend.
As Minho fed him spoonfuls of soup, Chan realized that he really hadn’t eaten much since arriving at Minho’s apartment. Between taking care of Minho and all the teasing and banter, he had forgotten about his own needs.
Minho giggled as he saw the mess of soup around Chan’s mouth. “You’re such a messy eater, hyung.”
Chan tried to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, but Minho quickly took a napkin and gently cleaned him up. The tender gesture made Chan’s heart flutter, and he found himself falling even more in love with Minho.
Eventually both of them were content and Chan began clearing everything away, taking the dishes to the kitchen. As he walked, Minho’s voice called out from the blanket cocoon, whining, “Don’t leave again! Come back quickly!”
Chan chuckled, promising to be quick, and he hurriedly cleared up everything in record time. Minho’s impatient calls for him made him rush even faster. Once the kitchen was clean, Chan ran (almost comically) to the bathroom to get Minho some medicine.
Minho wasn’t a fan of taking medicines, and he could be stubborn about it. It took a lot of convincing from Chan, but eventually, Minho reluctantly took the pills. The promise of cuddling afterward was too tempting to resist.
As Minho swallowed the medicine, Chan couldn’t help but smile at his adorable stubbornness. “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
Minho rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide a small smile. “You’re lucky I love you so much, or I wouldn’t have taken them.”
Chan leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Minho’s forehead. “And I love you too, even when you’re being a stubborn brat.”
After taking the medicine, they cuddled together in Minho’s cocoon of blankets, their bodies pressed close.
“Hyung,” Minho murmured, his voice soft and sleepy. “Thank you for taking care of me.”
Chan kissed the top of Minho’s head, his heart overflowing with love. “Of course, baby. I’ll always take care of you. Now, get some rest. I’ll be right here.”
The room was filled with the sound of their contented sighs. Their bodies molded together in perfect harmony, and as sleep took over, they found solace in the comfort of each other’s presence.
…
Chan woke up first, feeling a sense of peace and contentment wash over him as he gazed at his still-sleeping boyfriend, Minho. To him, Minho was the epitome of beauty, and he couldn’t help but admire every little detail about him. Leaning in, Chan gently pressed his lips to Minho’s forehead, and as if sensing his presence, Minho stirred and smiled, his eyes fluttering open.
“Hey, sleepyhead,” Chan whispered lovingly.
“Hey,” Minho replied with a soft chuckle, snuggling closer to Chan’s warmth. They cuddled for a few more moments, basking in the tenderness of their connection.
After a while, Chan grabbed the water bottle with the straw from the nightstand, handing it to Minho to make sure he stayed hydrated. Minho obediently took a few sips, grateful for Chan’s thoughtfulness.
“You know, Min, a nice warm bath could do wonders for you. It’ll help you relax and soothe your muscles. Come on, it’ll be nice.”
Minho groaned, pulling the blankets tighter around himself. “I don’t wanna get up, hyung. I’m perfectly fine right here.”
Chan chuckled, gently tugging at the blankets. “You can’t stay wrapped up like a burrito forever, Min. Trust me, the bath will feel amazing. Besides, I’ll be there with you.”
Minho shot him a teasing look. “Oh, is that supposed to be a selling point? I’ll only do it if you promise to wash my hair for me.”
“Of course, anything for you.”
With a grin, Minho finally relented and sat up, allowing Chan to coax him out of the bed. He stood up with a small groan, his body still feeling a bit sluggish from the illness. Chan wrapped an arm around Minho’s waist, leading him to the bathroom.
Arriving in the bathroom, Chan let Minho sit on the toilet seat while he started filling up the tub with warm water. He grabbed a few scented bath oils and bubbles, holding them out for Minho to choose from.
“We have lavender, eucalyptus, and rose,” Chan said, showcasing each bottle.
Minho leaned over to sniff each one before settling on eucalyptus. “This one smells nice. Let’s go with that.”
“Good choice,” Chan said, pouring the scented oil into the water and creating a fragrant aroma in the bathroom.
Once the bath was ready, Chan was about to excuse himself, giving Minho some privacy. But Minho tugged at his hand, stopping him. “Don’t leave yet. Come in with me, hyung,” he pleaded with puppy eyes.
Chan hesitated, not entirely sure if it was a good idea for him to join Minho in the bath. “Min, I’m not sure. You need to relax, and I don’t want to disturb you.”
Minho pouted, using his best persuasive voice. “Please, Channie? I promise you’re not disturbing me or anything. I just want you here with me.”
Chan couldn’t resist Minho’s pleading, and with a sigh, he agreed. “Fine, but only because I did promise to help you wash your hair, okay?”
Minho’s eyes lit up with joy as Chan stepped into the bath, holding Minho close in his arms. The warm water enveloped them, creating a cocoon of comfort.
They leaned against each other, Minho resting his head on Chan’s chest. The sound of their hearts beating in sync was a soothing melody to their ears.
“You’re so good to me, hyung,” Minho murmured, his fingers gently tracing patterns on Chan’s arm.
Chan kissed the top of Minho’s head, his voice filled with tenderness. “You deserve to be taken care of, Min. I love doing it.”
The bathroom was filled with the gentle sound of running water as Chan carefully poured warm water over Minho’s hair. His skilled fingers massaged Minho’s scalp, and the sensation was heavenly.
Minho let out a soft sigh of contentment, his eyes closed as he leaned into Chan’s touch. “Hyung, your hands work wonders. I swear, it’s like you have magic fingers.”
Chan chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest. “If I do have magic fingers, it’s only because they’re touching someone as special as you.”
Minho’s heart skipped a beat at Chan’s sweet words. He turned his head slightly, planting a tender kiss on Chan’s chest. “You always say the sweetest things, Channie. I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”
Chan’s fingers continued their gentle dance on Minho’s scalp, creating small, soothing circles. “You didn’t have to do anything, Min. You deserve all the love and care in the world.”
The scent of eucalyptus wafted through the steamy air, adding to the serenity of the moment. They stayed like that for a while, even after Minho was completely clean. Their lips met in tender kisses, each one a silent declaration of their love and affection.
As they soaked in the warm water, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside ceased to exist. It was just Minho and Chan, lost in the simple beauty of being together.
…
After a blissful eternity in the bath, Chan eventually suggested they leave, a small frown tugging at his lips. “Minho-ah, as much as I love being here with you like this, I’m worried about you getting even colder and sicker.”
Minho reluctantly nodded, and they carefully stepped out of the bath, water droplets glistening on their skin. Chan reached for the large, fluffy towels nearby and wrapped one around Minho, making sure he was cocooned in warmth before doing the same for himself.
Minho watched, his lips pouting playfully. “You worry too much, Channie.”
Chuckling, Chan ruffled Minho’s damp hair affectionately. “I can’t help it. I care about you too much.”
With a swift, fluid motion, Chan retrieved a bag he had brought from home and pulled out a set of clothes for Minho. He knew how much Minho loved wearing his clothes because of his scent, and this small comfort could do wonders for his boyfriend’s mood.
Minho protested, albeit weakly. “You didn’t have to bring me clothes, hyung. I could have managed.”
Chan shot him a knowing look as he helped Minho into the fresh clothes. “I know you, Minho-ah. And I know how much you love this.”
Once they were both dressed, Chan guided Minho back to the living room where their medication awaited. This time, Minho seemed a bit more willing to cooperate, probably realizing that taking the medicine was a necessary step in his recovery.
As Chan handed Minho a glass of water, he couldn’t help but notice the tension in Minho’s back, his muscles knotted from sickness and stress. “Min, you seem really tense. How about I give you a massage after you take your medicine?”
Minho’s eyes lit up with relief at the offer. “That sounds amazing, Channie. You’re the best.”
…
Chan sat behind Minho on the couch, his strong, skilled hands working their magic on Minho’s tense shoulders and upper back. Minho let out a soft moan of relief as the knots in his muscles slowly began to unwind.
“You have no idea how good this feels,” Minho sighed, his eyes fluttering closed.
Chan grinned, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on Minho’s neck. “I’m glad I can help, baby.”
As Chan’s fingers expertly worked Minho’s muscles, Minho couldn’t help but indulge in the intimacy of the moment. “You’re like my personal masseuse, Channie.”
Chan chuckled, the vibrations from his chest against Minho’s back sending pleasant shivers down Minho’s spine. “Well, consider it one of the many perks of having me as your boyfriend. I’m here to pamper you, Min.”
Minho sighed contentedly, leaning back into Chan’s comforting touch. “You pamper me in every way, Channie. Physically, emotionally... I’m so lucky.”
Chan’s hands stilled for a moment, and he leaned down to press a loving kiss to the nape of Minho’s neck. “I’m the lucky one, baby. Having you in my life is the greatest blessing.”
As Chan resumed the massage, Minho couldn’t help but smile. “You always know how to say the sweetest things, even when I’m just looking for a simple massage.”
Chan chuckled softly. “Well, you deserve all the sweet words and massages in the world.”
The room was filled with the soothing sound of Minho’s soft sighs and Chan’s gentle touches as they basked in the warmth of their love.
…
Chan, after the relaxing massage, decided it was time to continue their day of pampering. He gently pulled away from Minho and planted a soft kiss on his forehead. “Wait here, my love.”
Minho’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. “What are you up to again, Channie?”
Chan grinned, getting up from the couch and heading to the bedroom. “It’s a surprise.” He returned with a cozy cocoon of blankets, draping them over Minho until only his head peeked out. “There, now you’re a cute burrito again.”
Minho rolled his eyes playfully from his blanket fortress. “I’m not cute nor a burrito!”
Chan chuckled as he settled next to Minho. “Sure. Now, what do you want to watch while you’re all bundled up?”
Minho pondered for a moment. “How about our favorite series? The one we always watch together.”
Chan nodded, reaching for the remote. “Excellent choice.” He started the series, and they both snuggled under the blankets, content in each other’s company.
As the episodes played on, Chan couldn’t help but admire how adorable Minho looked all wrapped up. “You know, you look absolutely precious like this,” he commented, planting a sweet kiss on Minho’s cheek.
Minho blushed, but his eyes sparkled with happiness. “Flatterer.”
After a couple of episodes, Chan’s stomach growled, and he couldn’t ignore his own needs any longer. “Min, I’m getting a bit hungry. What would you like to eat?”
Minho’s face lit up with excitement. “Pudding!”
Chan chuckled. “Pudding, huh? As much as I adore your love for pudding, you need something more substantial, baby.”
Minho pouted but eventually relented. “Fine, how about jokbal, then?”
Chan smiled at the compromise. “Jokbal it is. Then, how about pudding as dessert though?”
Minho eagerly agreed but quickly became clingy again. “Stay with me, Channie.”
Chan kissed Minho’s forehead, trying to reason with him. “I’d love to, but I can’t cook if I’m here in the living room with you. And I wouldn’t want you getting up, either.”
Minho sighed dramatically but then grinned. “Alright, you can go, but you have to be quick, and you owe me a kiss for every minute you’re away.”
Chan laughed. “Deal. I’ll be as quick as I can, I promise.” He pressed a series of sweet kisses to Minho’s lips, then reluctantly got up to prepare their meal.
In the kitchen, Chan got to work, the clatter of pots and pans filling the air as he prepared Minho’s favorite dish, jokbal. Luckily, Minho had all the needed ingredients at home.
As the tantalizing aroma of the dish wafted through the apartment, Chan couldn’t help but think about how much Minho meant to him. He knew how to handle Minho’s tough exterior, and he cherished these moments when Minho let his guard down, revealing the real, affectionate side of him.
After a while, Chan plated the jokbal and brought it back to the living room. He was greeted by the heartwarming sight of Minho surrounded by his three cats, all snuggled together on the couch, engrossed in the series they were watching.
Chan placed the food down in front of Minho, who looked positively delighted. Minho’s eyes lit up as he gazed at the steaming dish. “You’re amazing, Channie,” he said, pulling Chan close for a warm hug. “Thank you. I love you so much.”
Chan returned the hug, his heart swelling with love. “I love you too, Min.” He took his own plate and settled down beside Minho, and soon they were both happily eating their jokbal, still immersed in the series. The cats, seemingly intrigued by the delicious smell, hovered around, hoping for a stray treat.
As they ate and enjoyed the show, Chan couldn’t help but feel grateful for these simple yet precious moments with Minho.
After they finished their meal and the TV series episode had concluded, Chan efficiently returned the tray to the kitchen, leaving the dishes for later. He returned to find Minho on the couch, his arms open in a silent invitation. Chan didn’t need any more encouragement. He cuddled up to Minho, their bodies fitting perfectly together, and resumed their show.
The rest of the evening was a delightful blur of watching episodes, stealing sweet kisses, and snuggling even closer. The darkness outside gradually enveloped the room. When Minho yawned, Chan knew it was time to call it a night. He turned off the TV and helped Minho to his room, where he tucked him in, swathed in layers of cozy blankets.
As Chan turned to leave and attend to the dishes, Minho’s small hand caught his wrist. Those big, pleading eyes gazed up at him in the dimly lit room, silently begging him to stay. Chan sighed inwardly, knowing he couldn’t resist Minho’s charms. He climbed into the bed beside him, and they cuddled closely.
Once again, Minho yawned, this time more pronounced, and nestled his head into the crook of Chan’s neck, leaving light kisses in its wake. “Even though we couldn’t go on that date today, it’s been such a good day, thanks to you,” Minho whispered.
Chan smiled and brushed Minho’s hair. “Yeah, it’s been amazing. We can always go on that date some other day, you know,” he reassured him, pressing a soft kiss to Minho’s forehead.
“Thank you,” Minho murmured, his voice heavy with sleepiness. “I love you, hyung. So much.”
“I love you too, Minho-ah,”