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You were really hoping it was just a fluke, a little sore throat that you got from screaming too loud while playing Mario Kart, or swallowing your water down the wrong pipe, nearly coughing up a lung in the process. But alas.
You had one hell of a cold.
You tried to avoid telling Chan, your boyfriend about it because you knew him. You knew he would drop everything to come take care of you, and you couldn’t deal with feeling like that much of a burden. Though he would remind you constantly that you are not a burden. And as his partner, you really just wanted to let him work in peace, or chaos, considering his 7 energetic band mates. So despite really wanting nothing more than to be comforted and taken care of, you managed to drag your aching body to the couch and put your favorite show on the TV. Coughing and sneezing over most of the dialogue.
After about an hour of dozing in and out of consciousness, you relented and grabbed your phone to call Chan, when there was a jingling of keys in the door. The door popped open and oh my god he was home early.
“Hi Y/n— oh my are you okay? You look terrible,” Chan stuttered, words not coming out the way he wanted them to. “Oh gosh I mean, sorry, love, you look beautiful as always, just, you know, sick..” he let out a silent prayer hoping that he didn’t offend you, but his prayer was answered when you responded with a wet cough instead of words.
“Don’t worry babe, I am definitely sick, I didn’t take what you said as an insult,” you tried to smile at your worried partner but were once again plagued by another coughing fit. Chan quickly dropped his stuff near the front door, clumsily pulling off his shoes and rushing to you.
“Why didn’t you call me? I would’ve come home to care for you, you know that”
“I didn’t want to interrupt your work” Your voice sank to a whisper, “I didn’t want to be a burden.” Chan frowned a little and pulled you into him hugging you tight yet with so much care you felt you could start sobbing on the spot.
“You could never be a burden honey. I would’ve ran home because I wanted to take care of you because I love you, not because you’re trying to force me into being your personal butler.”
“But, Channie–”
“No buts, I love you, okay? I hate seeing you sick, but it brings me some solace to know I can at least take a little of that pain away. But I can only do that if you let me, yeah?” He pushes you upright and places his forehead against yours. “You. Are. Not. A. Burden.” He says, before pressing a kiss to your lips as if to seal his words into you.
Your eyes well up with tears as you hug your boyfriend with all the strength you can muster. Eternally grateful that you found someone so willing to care for you, to love you like a divine being he worships. Eventually though, Chan breaks the hug, much to your disappointment, but he quickly lays you down and pulls the fluffy blanket you had up to your neck before giving you one last peck on your forehead. “I’m gonna make you some soup, okay love?” He questions softly, you nod and give him a quiet smile, one that says nothing but is full of adoration, and he notices as he returns the favor.
Chan padded quietly back to the kitchen to start a nice warm pot of chicken noodle soup while you lay snuggled up on the couch listening to the hum of the TV in front of you and the soft clinking of dishes and ingredients behind you. You were starting to feel a bit better already as the distinct aroma of chicken noodle soup curling around the rooms of your home and into your clogged nostrils. Pile of tissues forever growing beside you as you had to keep sneezing and blowing your nose.
A few minutes later Chan comes over, warm bowl of soup in hand, you could almost cry from how comforting the scent alone was. You reach out your hands to grab the bowl but your boyfriend clicks his tongue while sitting down next to you.
“You’re sick, so I’m feeding you!” he grins.
“Channie, baby I can feed myself you don’t have to worry that much”
“Oh come on, please let me take care of you?” You were about to tell him no but you caught a look at his large adorable brown eyes and you really couldn’t turn him away. Besides, being pampered was kind of nice. He lifted the spoon to your mouth and you opened it, receiving the warm liquid happily and letting it sink down your throat. You couldn’t lie, it was delicious, it felt like pure love in the shape of soup. You signaled to your boyfriend that you wanted another bite with a playful slap on the shoulder and he obliged, happy to see you perking up a bit. And you were glad to see him happy, you could tell because of the slight crinkle that spread from his nose to his eyes and that gave you more energy than you thought you had. Each swallow of the homemade food seemed to increase your health slightly. And by the time you finished the bowl you actually felt half decent. Still very congested, but life felt worth living again.
Chan placed the bowl down on the coffee table while you shifted to lean on his chest. “Feeling better love?” He asked while pulling you into him.
“Mhm, thank you baby, I’m feeling cozy and content now”
“I’m glad”, he pressed a quick kiss to your nose.You smiled in return, squeezing his hand as a quiet response of your mutual love. Cuddled into each other you didn’t need anyone else, even as you broke into another aggressive coughing fit, the kind chuckling of your beloved reminded you that you were well taken care of and loved, and that made the sickness a whole lot less painful.