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it sucks to say, but sadly enough lee minho found himself getting sick quite often, always waking up with a stuffy nose and a sore throat. his eyes itchy and puffy from his terrible allergies. it was a blessing and a curse in someway or another.
blessing— because sometimes it got him out of work situations. don’t get him wrong— he loves his job and wouldn’t trade it for the world, but god was it exhausting. but it was low-key nice when his allergies got bad enough that he got to miss out on dance practices that were unnecessary to him since he already knew the choreography by heart.
curse— because at the end of the day, no one really enjoyed feeling unwell. minho hates having terrible allergies, he hates asking for help, and hates feeling like people need to look out for him. but sadly all those things came with the evil spring season that minho curses so much.
so, realistically speaking— it was ultimately more of a curse then anything but he'd definitely be lying if he said that he didn't like when a certain person took care of him, though he will never admit it out loud.
minho lays in his bed absolutely suffering now. he was sneezing repeatedly and his head hurt, his throat feeling raw from how much he was coughing. curse fucking spring. he just wanted one thing— or rather one person— kim-fucking-seungmin.
you can’t blame him! it’s like chan said in one of those english interviews they did a while back— seungmin is good at taking care of people silently. it’s like his fucking specialty. and well— minho gets privileges since he is seungmin’s boyfriend. he wanted seungmin to take care of him and shower him with all kinds of love and affection— he blames these mushy feelings on his stupid sick brain.
minho slowly reaches over to grab his phone off of the bedside table, groaning as he stretches out his tight muscles. he quickly replies to messages from his mom before typing in seungmin’s familiar contact information, holding his phone up to his ear as it rings. "hello?" he says once the line picks up. he probably sounds eager but he doesn’t care, he was desperate at this point.
he hears seungmin’s boringly flat and proper voice filter through, "hello hyung, is everything okay?"
minho feels his heart flutter, he has always loved seungmin’s voice. "erm— well…can you just come over to me and ji’s dorm?" in reply to this seungmin snorts, "miss me already?"
minho rolls his eyes even though seungmin can’t see it. he should’ve known better than to ask for something like that out of the blue without being teased. “hah! you wish.” he counters, fiddling with a stray piece of fabric on his blanket.
seungmin sighs, “hyung’s a liar,” he sing-songs, “i’ll be there soon.”
minho smiles to himself. “hurry up.” he mumbles, as impatient as ever.
"i'll go as fast as i can— i’m finishing my coffee." seungmin says, laughing softly. minho thinks it’s most likely because of how eager he must sounds.
“drink it on the way, it’s not that far a walk.” he complains just to be a menace.
“insufferable.” seungmin says before cutting the call off. minho would be offended if it weren’t for the fact that seungmin’s location on minho’s phone says that he has left his dorm.
it doesn’t take very long before minho hears a knock at his dorm rooms door. "come in!" he shouts, voice scratchy and raw.
the door opens and reveals a fluffy haired seungmin. he’s wearing one of his many long sleeved shirts and a pair of old sweatpants. seungmin smiles when his eyes meet minho’s, "hi, minho." he says, tone soft.
minho rolls over on his side to get a better look at his boyfriend. "hi seungminnie.." he mumbles, a welcoming smile on his face. god, his throat hurts from all his coughing earlier.
at that seungmin’s eyebrows furrow, a little crease forming in the middle that minho can’t help but want to kiss away. seungmin walks closer to minho's bed, running a hand through minho’s likely disheveled hair softly. "you feeling okay, jagi?"
minho’s cheeks heat up at the term of endearment, quickly waving a hand through the air to reassure the concern in seungmin’s voice, "yes, i'm okay, just allergies again." he replies, the tips of his ears hot with what’s likely a pink flush.
seungmin hums, brushing a finger across the shell of minho's flushed ear, "ah, makes sense why you called me now." he teases, a newfound glee in his eyes, “want me to take care of you?”
one thing to note about a sick minho is that he gets quite clingy, just simply wanting to be taken care of. so, honestly there was no point in trying to deny it when seungmin knows fully what’s happening.
minho looks off to the side, feeling rather bashful, "don't make it a big deal.." he mumbles.
seungmin laughs, pushing away minho's bangs so he can kiss his forehead softly, "fine, just ‘cause you aren’t feeling well though. you’ll be teased about this later.”
minho makes a move to kick seungmin in the shin for being an asshole but fails miserably, causing seungmin to snort. “ah, nice try. gotta have more coordination than that though, silly hyung.”
minho groans, “stop being a brat before i regret calling you.”
seungmin can’t help but crack a pretty little smile, kissing minho’s lips as a form of apology. and he tastes faintly of iced coffee, minho hates how he finds it cute."let's get you to the couch." seungmin says, wrapping an arm around minho's waist so that he can help the latter stand.
as minho stands up he starts to feel very light headed suddenly, the room spinning slightly. "woah— gonna pass out.." he mutters, squeezing his eyes shut and blinding reaching out for seungmin’s bicep.
"you just stood up too fast, you're not gonna pass out, baby. i've got you." seungmin says, slowly walking them out of the door.
seungmin carefully sits minho down on the couch, telling him to wait there— to which minho replied with 'can't really go anywhere anyway' just to be a brat. luckily seungmin already saw it coming, so he takes it with grace.
seungmin swiftly returns with a glass of water, and a cool rag for minho's forehead. and sadly— the godforsaken allergy medicine that minho hates with his whole heart.
"here hyung, drink this." seungmin says, handing minho the cold cup of water.
minho grabs it without a word and shamelessly drinks the whole contents of it before wiping at his mouth with a baggy sleeve once he was done. after that seungmin pushes away minho's bangs again, carefully placing the rag onto his forehead. then seungmin takes a seat next to minho on the couch.
"you have to take the medicine." seungmin states, putting two pills into minho's hand.
“you have to take the medicine.” minho mocks, giggling at the deadpan expression seungmin gives him.
“don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” seungmin replies, slapping minho’s thigh in retaliation.
minho plops the disgusting pills into his mouth and swallows thickly, grimacing at the nasty coating it leaves in his mouth.
“good boy.”
minho's ears flush once more, and he glares at seungmin. "seriously, don’t make me regret this." he says, voice nasally.
seungmin snorts, kissing minho's cheek, "stop acting like you don't love this, you called me for a reason.”
minho scrunches up his nose in disgust but the smile on his face is definitely killing his vibe, "whatever.." he replies quietly, “and stop kissing me, i’ll be damned if i get you sick.”
and it’s true— the group doesn’t need two sick members, wether it’s just allergies or not.
seungmin, however, isn’t buying it. “you can’t get me sick— it’s allergies. besides even if you were sick, i take my vitamins unlike someone.” he retaliates with a little smile.
minho can’t help but lean in and kiss the stupid smirk off of his face at that.
after a few minutes of mindless kisses they decide to watch a movie, the both of them cuddled up against each other on the small couch. minho's head had fallen on seungmin’s shoulder about five minutes into the movie, both of his arms wrapped around one of seungmin’s arms, holding him close. he can’t be ashamed of his clingy-ness anymore, he’ll let himself have this.
meanwhile seungmin has a big hand splayed over one of minho’s thighs, slowly but firmly rubbing small and meaningless shapes into the pale, toned skin of minho's bare thighs, relishing in the feeling of the soft, dewy skin.
and well— minho is nothing if not a horny mess half of the time he is with seungmin. it’s all seungmin’s stupid fault, he damn well knows minho’s thighs are sensitive and that it’s always been so sexy to him when seungmin massages them. he blames kim seungmin.
he shamelessly removes seungmin’s hand from his thigh in favor of placing directly on top of his gradually harding cock. seungmin has the audacity to laugh at this, squeezing lightly at minho’s crotch. “knew it’d get you fired up.” seungmin teases.
minho really should have known that this whole thing was planned, because at the end of the day— seungmin loves playing with minho like this just as much as minho likes being played with. maybe they really are fucking perfect together, despite what certain stay might think. “you’re such an ass.”
seungmin hums, “am i? so, you want me to stop?”
minho kind of wants to punch him in the face.
“you better fucking not. don’t i deserve this, since i’m not feeling well?” he muses, looking up at seungmin and batting his lashes.
hook, line, and sinker.
seungmin’s so fucking easy. whatever minho must’ve looked like has seungmin leaning in and kissing him. hah, sucker! seungmin pulls away first, leaning in closer to minho, “yeah, you deserve it.” he mutters before kissing minho again.
minho places one of his hangs over seungmin’s, pushing until seungmin gets the hint and grinds the heel of his palm harshly into minho’s dick. minho pulls away from the kiss with a keen, head falling backwards onto the couches headboard. and seungmin uses the open neck space to suck marks into minho’s pale neck. that has minho moaning out loud. minho is lucky jisung is in one of his many heated anime marathons right now, otherwise he’d be screwed.
the friction of minho’s shorts on his aching cock is almost too much, but the pain is good— adding to the pleasure that he feels. and seungmin seems to get that as he speeds up his pace, breathing deeply into the crease of minho’s neck. “fuck— you sound so pretty hyung, so good for me.” he muses.
and minho really can’t help the moan he lets out in reply, like he said earlier— he’s always loved seungmin’s voice. dirty talk definitely included. minho’s head is starting to get all foggy, the sickens he feels from his allergies bleeding into the typical dizziness he usually feels during sex, causing him to feel extra lightheaded. he can’t help but squeeze his eyes shut, hands blinding reaching out for seungmin’s free hand, holding on tight. “ugnh— d—don’t stop…” it’s a lot honestly, but in a way that’s so perfect that he can’t help the way his moans increase in volume.
seungmin seems to dig his palm into minho’s crotch harder, almost as if he read minho’s mind. he needed more, and now that he has more— well he was a goner from the start. “f—fuck— gonna— gonna—“ and he never gets to finish that sentence because he’s cumming into his shorts like a horny fucking teenager. once again— he blames seungmin.
maybe it’s the sickness, or the fact that he just had a mind blowing orgasm— or maybe it’s both but minho swears he blacks out a little. because once he regains consciousness he’s wearing completely different shorts and is free of nasty drying cum. when he sits up a hand gently pushes him back down. “just lay down hyung, i’m right here.” seungmin’s voice says softly.
minho hums, running a hand down his face, “what the fuck happened?” he asks, voice nasally.
seungmin snorts, “you fucking knocked out after you came, definitely the last time we have any kind of sex while you’re not feeling well.” he explains, petting minho’s hair softly.
well— that surely explains it. this is why he hates fucking allergies— god forbid a guy wants to have sex with his boyfriend. he can’t even do that.
his cheeks must have turned pink because seungmin brushes a thumb under his cheekbone, “don’t be embarrassed. is it bad that it was kinda hot?”
minho swats seungmin’s hand away, “shut up, i’m not embarrassed. and yes, you fucking perv.” he muses, though he actually feels the opposite way. he just likes giving seungmin a hard time.
seungmin laughs, like a full belly laugh. it’s cute, despite what minho may show on his face at the sound. “your ears say otherwise, hyung. and if anyone’s a perv, it’s you mr. “i watched you shower before,”
“that was one time! and you fucking liked it, you weirdo!” minho immediately shoots back, ears on fire now.
and seungmin just laughs so more, going back to tidying up the room. minho can’t help but stare at his broad shoulders as he turns around. sue him, his boyfriend is sexy.
soon enough minho lets out a loud yawn, not even realizing how tired he really was until it hits him like a freight train. seungmin turns back to him, "hyung, if you're tired you can sleep." he says, rubbing his hand over minho's thigh.
"mm, what about you minnie?" minho asks quietly, snuggling closer into the couch.
and minho thinks he literally sees seungmin coo at the sight, minho fails at fighting back his smile. "minho, i'm fine. i’ll just watch baseball highlights i missed."
minho hums, “fucking nerd.” he mumbles.
seungmin raises a brow at that, “isn’t baseball considered cool?”
“well— yes, but you make it nerdy by analyzing ever little detail about it.” minho explains, lifting up his legs so he can lay them over seungmin’s lap.
and apparently seungmin can’t argue with that— because he doesn’t reply. which is fine. it’s funny actually. but minho doesn’t have much time to laugh because he is falling asleep rapidly.
softly, seungmin he runs a hand through minho's hair, carefully grabbing the cloth away from his forehead.
minho is a fairly quiet sleeper. seungmin had expressed numerous times that minho was probably the best member to sleep with if they had to share beds with anyone. maybe he was a little biased. one thing about a sleeping minho was that he talked in his sleep though. which— could get annoying when he yelled and such. but when it was the incoherent mumbles, it was actually quite adorable.
and you know, the bunny teeth that peaked out when he slept were a plus too.
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the next time minho opens his eyes, he’s lying in a completely different position. and it is much darker. upon looking at the tv screen he can see that’s sun in is about 2 hours into his baseball highlights.
he’s still clearing the sleep from his eyes when he hears jisung enter the living room, "seungminnie? how long have you been here?" he hears.
seungmin hums, "few hours, need anything?"
"no i'm okay, just looking for minho-hyung." jisung says, getting ready to walk toward minho's room.
minho lifts his head to stare dumbly at the back of jisung’s head, “ji, m’ right here..” he sleepily says, smiling a little when jisung jumps at the sound of his voice.
“what the fuck?!” jisung stammers, hand over his heart like the dramatic loser he is. he’s been hanging around hyunjin for far too long. “dude! you have to watch this new episode!” he exclaims after catching his breath.
minho hums, “we were supposed to watch it together, but you ditched me.” he says, sitting up with a groan. god, he feels worse.
jisung shrugs, “okay, fair. but make sure you watch it so we can continue it together!” he says as he walks into the kitchen, grabbing one of his god awful snacks.
minho just hums again, feeling far too bad to say anything else.
seungmin turns to him, frowning at the look on minho’s face. “are you okay, hyung?”
minho shakes his head, there’s no point in denying it, seungmin can read him like a book. "no, mm— i don't feel good.." he mutters, sitting up and putting his head in his hands, desperately trying to block out the ringing in his ears.
seungmin’s brow furrows in concern, and he reaches out to soothingly rub up and down minho's back, "do you need to throw up?"
minho can’t reply, so he shakes his head as in no, "i can't breath.." he mumbles quietly.
seungmin smiles softly, "you have to blow your nose." he says, making a move to grab tissues and help minho blow his nose. it was probably gross to outsiders but who cares, minho definitely didn't— despite being just a little embarrassed.
"feel any better?" seungmin asks after a few minutes, letting minho take in deep lungfuls of air.
minho doesn't respond, just grumbles a bit and snuggles back up next to seungmin, his ears red from embarrassment.
seungmin rubs down minho’s back and kisses his head, "just relax, hyung." he says with a straight-toothed smile.
minho nuzzles deeper into seungmin’s neck, not a care in the world anymore.
it's quiet for a while and seungmin briefly thinks minho must've fallen asleep again until he feels minho's biting his neck. the feeling sharp and jolting.
“hyung! what the hell?” seungmin pouts.
minho giggles against his neck, “sorry, you were very bitable. couldn’t help myself.” he defends before biting seungmin again.
“ow! hyung, stop!” seungmin protests, though he’s laughing so hard that it’s all just blurring together. because when it comes to stuff like this, seungmin is dramatic. he’ll bitch and whine just to be a brat, minho doesn’t fall for these tricks anymore. he knows better. so— he keeps biting seungmin, because he is just as much of a brat as seungmin— if not more.
that turns into a whole thing, minho biting lightly and seungmin following the action because they’re both stupid when they’re alone together like this. eventually they have to stop because they’re both laughing so hard that their stomachs hurt. and well— minho’s also fucking stupid, because all of that laughing caused his throat to hurt again. the feeling scratchy as he swallows.
"seungie..?" minho mumbles quietly, lifting his head to look at seungmin.
and seungmin’s still catching his breath— but he does glance over to minho, an eyebrow raised. "hmm?" he hums.
minho scrunches up his face, laughing softly at nothing in particular. "my throat hurts now.." he says in a whine, hoping that his cuteness will get him somewhere.
and seungmin truly is amazing at taking care of people, so he sympathizes and gives into minho. "want some more medicine? water?" he asks with a flat tone, a small smile pulling at his lips.
"yeah, please." minho finds himself looking away shyly, ears blaring red as he does so.
seungmin snorts at him, smiling softly as he leans in to kiss minho’s lips sweetly. and minho blames his sick brain on how fast he melts into the kiss, wrapping his arms around seungmin’s neck. the kiss wasn't deep or super hot, but it was very passionate and sweet.
minho pulls away first, breathing heavily. "my heads literally going to explode if you don't get me the medicine, seungmo."
and at that seungmin laughs— as if minho is fucking joking. "you're the one who deepened the kiss." is his boyfriend’s defensive response— though there’s no real bite to his words. minho presses another sweet kiss onto seungmin’s waiting lips to get him to shut up.
then minho has to pull away because he breaks out into a coughing fit that ultimately leaves him feeling even worse. seungmin waits through it patiently, gently rubbing minho’s side. "you okay there?"
"fucking peachy." minho replies sarcastically.
and apparently his irritation is fucking cute to seungmin because he’s laughing all boyish and leaning back in to kiss minho— though a voice cuts him off.
apparently jisung was still in the kitchen and just now decided to look up from his phone, “oh gross! get a room guys!" he yells ever-so dramatically.
and minho can’t help but roll his eyes at the comment— as if this fucker doesn’t know that him and seungmin are dating. “it’s just a kiss, calm down.” he muses in a gruff voice.
jisung just chuckles before looking down at his phone again. he clearly didn’t care in the first place, he just wanted to be annoying. fitting.
when minho turns back to seungmin, the latter stands, “gonna get the medicine, be right back.” he says before leaving minho alone on the couch.
minho huffs, laying down on the couch and curling himself into a little ball. and it really doesn’t take long for seungmin to come into frame again, two small pills in his hands, “take these.” he says before handing them off to minho along with a glass of water.
minho does as he’s told without much of a fight, grimacing at the taste once more before downing the water seungmin gave him. and well after that things are pretty slow. they lay there in each other presence— completely content with not talking and just simply enjoying each other company.
so yeah— maybe being sick isn’t so bad. not if you have a kim seungmin to help out with the whole ordeal.
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