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He woke up with a migraine, everything hurt and he was still tired even after waking up from a long sleep. The blinds were shut off all the way down, making it impossible to see around the bedroom. Jaren tried grabbing his phone, missing it some times before finally getting it. It was already 12pm, he had overslept for too much and he missed the session he had to record with Clooless and Yumi, not only that but today he also had to do a live stream. “Fuck…”
Smit checked his DMs, some from his friends and others from his editor. His editor was asking him about; ‘How does the video look?’ ‘Do I need to change something?’. He quickly scanned through the edited footage, deeming it good after a bit.
He then checked what his friends had messaged him. A ‘yo man are you good?’ from Puffer and a ‘hey dude you ok' from Droid. He stared at the messages a little longer than necessary, not processing the information well, and then sent them ‘im sick’.
He looked at the voice chat they were going to use for today's session, noticing Yumi still in it, possibly wrapping up his video. He already can imagine him saying ‘buy lean use code yumi’, Jaren had no idea why the guy said it so quickly like that. He thought about something, if Blake hadn't DMed him, he would join voice chat and explain to him.
Yumi got startled from Smitty suddenly joining the call, why had he joined now? They were done recording, there was no necessity of him coming. “Dude, what happened? Why'd you not join the session?” There were some seconds of silence, him considering just leaving the VC even if that left him without an answer. “I woke up not long ago.. think I got sick somehow.” He stared at his monitor for a while, an awkward silence between them, Blake felt a little bad now for acting rude towards him at the start. “Oh alright, sorry.”
“I gotta go now though, I need to record a video on my own-” “Wait Yumi.” The mouse was hovering over the hang up button, ready to leave after Jaren said whatever he was going to say. “What?” “Could you stay? For a bit? I'll be muted, I just need to listen to someone's voice right now.”
Well that wasn't entirely the truth, he needed to listen to Yumi's voice in specific, for some reason his headache wasn't that bad when he started talking with Blake. “I guess I could?” His friend responded to him after a while, indecisiveness clearly in his voice. Jaren smiled softly, leaving the call on speaker mode and then closing his eyes, letting his mind relax while Yumi yapped about the game he was playing.
After some hours, there was someone calling out to him. “Smit? Dude wake up, I finished recording and I'm going grocery shopping now.” No response came through, Jaren’s mic still muted. Behind the screen, he was fast asleep again and Yumi left the VC.
This was a dumb decision.
He had cancelled all the sessions he had for this week, telling everyone he was ‘sorry’ just so he could go to Canada. Why? To check up on the stupid milkbag that wasn't feeling well. He knew Matt could've done that, even Rectrixx, but he felt like he needed to be the one taking care of Jaren.
He sent a message to Blarg, asking him about SMii7Y’s address. “Why do you wanna know?” “We had planned to meet up, but he went to take a nap and forgot to tell me.” After a while of trying to convince Matt, he finally knew where Jaren lived, not wasting more time and preparing a luggage with some clothes then going to his car. It was going to be a long drive, Texas being on the southern point of the USA.
Yumi was tired as fuck, it was the next day and he had just driven a trip of 21 hours long, he was going to kill Smit once he saw him. The dude hadn't even asked him to come though, so there was no reason for Blake to be mad at him. He sighed, ringing the doorbell of Jaren’s apartment, some minutes passing by without the door opening. He was about to ring again when the knob moved. “I know I made too much noise the other day okay, I pro-” “I'm not your neighbors, dude.” Smit looked dumbfounded to see Yumi in front of him. “I sent you a message this morning, telling you I'd be here. Did you not read it?”
Blake entered the house without asking for permission, once inside he could see the mirror where Jaren took most pictures of himself, though it was almost impossible to see anything else since the blinds were closed and the lights turned off. “Are you a vampire or what?” “Do you know what a migraine is or what?” “Of course I do.” Smitty closed the door, going back to his room without a second thought while Yumi followed behind him.
“Did you take medicine?” “No. You woke me up.” He left his luggage next to the bed, opening it and grabbing some Ibuprofen. He searched around the room for a bottle of water, finding nothing and then going to the kitchen. When Yumi came back to the bedroom, Smit had fallen asleep, so he left the water and the medicine on the night stand.
He looked so peaceful like this, the hair slightly chaotic and the chest rising up and down. Blake took a picture and went to the sofa.
It was late at night, around 2am. He was feeling too cold, too unwell. Jaren took the pills and the water that had been prepared for him, but that still didn't help. He got up, walking wobbly to the living room and staring at Yumi, he had gone to sleep on the sofa to not bother Smit. Without much thought he went over and laid down on top of him, being careful as to not wake up the American. The coldness from before had slowly gone away, now a warm feeling washing over him, maybe he could invite Blake to his house more often.
The next day he found himself still tangled around his friend, their positions hadn't changed much since last night. Blake was on his phone, which meant that.. he didn't mind cuddling with Jaren. He acted as if he was still asleep, not wanting for this moment to be over, which didn't work as Yumi spoke up. “You need to eat, it has been what? One day since you've last had a meal? I'm going to order some pizza.” Smit was surprised that the fact they were cuddling hadn't been brought up by the other, but was also glad. “Pepperoni pizza, please?” He nodded, adding more food to the order.
After a while of comfortable silence, often broken by whatever video they were watching on their phones, the delivery guy had arrived knocking on the door. Jaren got off of Yumi so he could go and grab lunch, a conversation happened and Blake came back with the two pizzas and sodas.
Days passed like this, cuddling and ordering takeout became the norm. Even Jaren had successfully made Blake interested in hockey.
SMii7Y had fully recovered from whatever sickness he had, which meant it was time for Yumi to return to the USA. He was starting to pack his things, the clothes he had used and all the shower products he had carried here.
He was about to leave through the door, until Smit called out to him. “Yumi?” “Yeah?” There was a bit of hesitation in Jaren’s voice, but still continued talking. “Would you mind if I invited you to come to Canada for Christmas?” They stared at each other for a while, neither of them breaking eye contact. Blake softly grinned. “I'd love to come.”
The door closed, and Jaren was blushing. He didn't regret ending up sick.