#I took experience from my own flu lel

[commander-yinello]

Hello! I...I love your writing so much, true talent served on a golden plate. May I ask for a JuZen request? One where Juju gets a flu and without realising Zen gets into mama mod? Jumin is used to be pampered but he never felt this genuinly cared for, his entire life. Some domestic and cozy love in your style? Thank you. I hope you are healthy and doing well 🌹

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He couldn’t breathe through his nose. Thepounding headache and burning sensation in his sinuses made Jumin groan as heslowly woke up. Strange, he was lying down. And that didn’t look like a C&Rcompany ceiling. Hadn’t he been at work earlier?

There was a blanket cocooning his body.From what he could feel, his jacket, pants and shoes had been removed. Jumintried to turn his head to scout his surroundings but his body protestedheavily. Another wave of dizziness and fatigue hit him and he was forced to liestill.

“It’s so like you to work until you passout,” a familiar voice nagged him.

“Zen?” Jumin asked, own voice nasal. Hefelt a cool hand on his forehead, his blurry vision showing him the whitesilhouette of the actor. “Where am I?” Andhow did I get here?

“Shit, you’re burning up,” Zen commented,removing his hand. “You’re in my apartment on my bed, aka house arrest for dumbtrust fund jerks who get sick and don’t take a fucking rest. Jaehee told me youfainted at work again this week. Iconvinced her to let me handle you.”

A damp, cool cloth was placed on Jumin’sforehead and he let out an audible sigh of relief as some of the pressure fadedaway. “We have an important deadline. The clients-“

“The clients can wait. Who will it benefitif you die?”

Jumin chuckled lightly and winced from the achesin his body. “You cannot die from a flu.”

“Knowing you, you’re going to damn welltry. Jaehee’s already moved all your appointments for the week and taking careof your furball. I already told her she’s getting a holiday for this, so youbetter follow up.”

“Her name is Elizabeth the Third,” Jumincomplained. “You should just ask Assistant Kang to call my private doctor, thisis a waste of time for both of us.” It’s what his parents did for him when hefell ill as a kid, and that suited him just fine.

Zen’s irritation was evident. “All thedoc’s going to do is feed you painkillers and tell you to rest, which is exactlywhat you won’t do, so forget it. Plus I’ve got a few days off because my co-actressis sick as well. I swear, this country is hellbent on infecting everyoneinstead of recovering.”

Whatever retort Jumin wanted to give, ittrailed off when he felt his eyelids droop, the exhaustion of his illness takingfull control. Last thing he felt was Zen pulling up the blanket to hisshoulders and kissing him on his head.

“Get better soon, you fool.”

***

How long had he slept, was the firstquestion on his mind as he woke again. His nose was still clogged and burning,but the fever had gone down. With some effort, he pulled himself up until hesat with his back against the headrest.

“Don’t you dare leave the bed,” he heardZen demand beyond the open door. Soon the albino appeared with a tray in hishands. “If you’re hungry, you can eat some soup. Otherwise just have the tea.”

“What time is it?” Jumin asked, staring asZen placed the tray next to him. Chicken soup and herbal tea, it had to be. Itdawned upon him that Zen couldn’t have slept here in this tiny bed. “And wheredid you sleep?”

Zen fished a metal spoon out of his back pocketand put it in the bowl. “It’s 10 AM, and on the couch of course.”

“You should have given me the couch.”

Zen rolled his eyes. “I’m not the sick one,and my couch is perfectly comfortable for me. Will you stop fighting me! Stubbornman.”

You’rethe stubborn one, Jumin wanted to say, but fellquiet while Zen checked his temperature by placing a hand on his forehead. “Wheredid you learn to be a nurse?” he asked. A devilishly handsome, muscular nurse.Every fan in the world would murder him for this privilege.

“When I was a little kid, my mother thoughtI was always sick because of my pale skin and hair. If it weren’t for mybrother, I would have been locked inside forever and fed a million types ofmeds.” Zen conjured another wet cloth out of nowhere and wiped Jumin’s foreheadand neck. “Sleep as much as you can. You recover the most when you do.”

“I should take a shower,” Jumin said,worried he stank after wearing the same clothes.

Zen bent down to kiss him gently on hisneck, and slowly made his way upward to the corner of his mouth. “You’re fine. Youstill smell like your stupidly expensive perfume.”

“Cologne,” Jumin corrected him, enjoyingthe touch. “You’re going to catch the flu at this rate.”

Zen shrugged as he left the room. “I’dprobably heal through it in an hour.”

Grabbing the cup of warm tea, Jumin knewthat Zen was right, but his pride wouldn’t let him say it out loud.

***

This was the longest he had spent doingnothing productive, and it felt foreign and pleasant at the same time. Zen had broughthim books, his phone and even his laptop so he could keep himself entertainedwhile he was conscious. His lover had caught him working and since then cuddledup by his side to keep an eye on him. It was an exaggerated amount of attentionand Jumin couldn’t deny that he enjoyed it.

The flu had properly dissipated at the endof the third day. Jumin left Zen’s bathroom feeling refreshed, wearing theactor’s clothing, his nose still sniffy but nothing that deterred his energy. Zen,with his head propped on one arm, sat on the couch and smiled at the healthyCEO-to-be. “Look at you. I think I deserve an award for world’s best doctor.”

“I think a lot of doctors would argue withthat.” Jumin headed over to lover and and tilted his head up to kiss himfondly. “Thank you. You’re amazing.”

Zen blushed fiercely at the compliment. “Iknow,” he said in a tone that always begged Jumin to confirm it anyway. “You’releaving?”

“I’ve really spent too long away from thecompany and taking up your time.”

“You should stay. It’s the end of the day,they’re not going to miss you,” Zen harrumphed and rearranged himself on thecouch so Jumin could sit next to him. “And! I think I’m feeling under theweather. You owe me, so take care of me until I get better.”

Justlike Elizabeth, he’ll say anything to get his way. Jumingrinned at the thought, even if Zen would loathe to be compared to a cat. Acquiescinghis obvious request, Jumin sat down next to the albino, who wasted no time wrappinghimself around the raven-haired man. “Just for an hour?” Jumin teased.

“It turns out I might have overestimated myhealing ability. Best to stay the entire evening.” Zen looked at him in a waythat said you know I’m bullshitting butyou love me for it.

And as Jumin snuggled him while theywatched a reality show, he knew he did love him for this and more.