#sickie the8

[darl-ingfics]

Feveruary Day 6: Spoon-Feeding

Fandom: Seventeen

Sickie: The8 (flu)

Caregiver(s): Joshua, mostly

Word Count: 908

Xu Minghao did not ask for help. He just didn’t. If he ever needed anything, he simply found a way to make it happen on his own. Why burden someone else when he was perfectly capable of managing himself? Sure, he’d accept help when it was given: if Hoshi clarified a dance move, he thanked him for it; if Jun automatically translated something for him, he appreciated it; if Mingyu offered to share a snack with him, he loved it. He thrived on the supporting hands his brothers offered to him, but only if the other party offered them freely. On principle, Xu Minghao preferred to be completely self-sufficient.

Even when he was laid up in bed with the worst flu of his life, Xu Minghao did not ask for help. 

He’d made it through two full days of rehearsal schedules and a Music Bank performance before his body gave out. Surviving on cough suppressants, tea, and the smallest amount of rice his stomach could handle, Minghao went about his day bundled up in hoodies and scarves he definitely hadn’t stolen from his members, adamantly insisting he was ‘fine, just run down,’ when asked. But during their Music Bank performance, he’d stumbled. His head went blank for a half second, the crushing reality of “God, I feel like shit” hitting him like a bullet train. Minghao was a professional, of course, and pushed on, knowing rationally his little mistake wouldn’t look like much to the audience. He pushed on through the cheers of their fans, through the hustle off stage, through the polite goodbyes to their industry colleagues and the network executives.

The second they had left the building, Minghao’s brain went dark and his legs gave out. He had no idea how they’d gotten him home; he vaguely remembered someone catching him when he’d passed out, and had flashes of memories in a doctor’s office (or was it the hospital? Or was it just the company doctor at the dorm? There had been a doctor with one of those things with the light that they shined in his eyes… that’s what Minghao remembered from the exchange, wherever it was.) 

But he did remember what happened when he’d woken up in his bed: 

Soonyoung and Seungcheol and Joshua crowded around him. Soonyoung brushing his hair back as he relayed his medical diagnosis: influenza, dehydration, stupidly high fever. Seungcheol’s voice stern and worried but his eyes sympathetic as he shared the company’s ‘diagnosis:’ no schedules until his fever was down without medication for at least 48 hours. Joshua folding him into a hug when he’d started to cry, whispering the sweet reassurances Junhei had taught him in Mandarin. 

He didn’t want to miss schedules. He didn’t want to be sick. He didn’t want to be a burden.

But that didn’t much matter. His body was in too much pain to move, his throat too sore to speak more than single word answers, his head too foggy to even make sense of what he needed. Minghao couldn’t have attended schedules despite how bad he wanted to; he could barely move his limbs without crying. Hell, he could barely THINK without crying. He felt terrible, horrible, awful. And it had only been a day, not even 24 since he’d collapsed outside Music Bank. How was he expected to just exist like this until his immune system got its act together?!

It absolutely did not help that Junhei was in China, filming a drama. Building his acting career. Following his dream. Minghao shouldn’t even think about calling him; how could he ruin his brother’s day like that? But it was getting increasingly more difficult for his brain to switch between languages.

“Haohao?” Minghao opened his eyes, his internal rant broken as he blinked up at Joshua. “Hi baby. Mind if I sit with you?” Minghao gave a single shake of his head before scooching back to make room on the bed. Joshua sat down carefully, balancing a bowl in his hands. The older man smiled, soft and warm. “Kwannie made you something to eat. It’s a recipe your mom sent us a year or so ago, one that she said you really like when you’re not feeling well.” Minghao swallowed thickly as he peered forward at the bowl. His stomach rumbled hopefully. “We also need you to have something in your stomach before the next round of meds. Think you can do that?”

Minghao nodded, not trusting his voice. He moved to sit up, the process lethargic, and somewhat painful to watch as his arms nearly gave out from under him. A frustrated tear slipped down his cheek, prompting a second one because why the hell was he even crying? 

Joshua clicked his tongue, reaching forward to brush Minghao’s sweaty hair off of his forehead, which felt so incredibly satisfying to the dancer. “Would it be okay if I fed you?” Joshua asked gently. It was at that exact moment that it clicked: Joshua had been speaking to him in Mandarin the whole time. Minghao teared up again. “It’s also perfectly fine if you want to do it yourself!” Joshua said quickly, misinterpreting the sudden tears. “I just… you look really shaky and I just thought…” 

“No, hyung,” Minghao rasped. “Please… that’s okay with me.” 

Joshua’s smile could’ve rivaled the sun. 

Xu Minghao did not ask for help. But he also could never refuse when his brothers gave it so lovingly.

[kpopsickies]

Heyy can u do svt snz and sick hcs? Thanks a lotttt

I started writing this forever ago, I think i accidentally deleted it =_(

Scoups:

Scoups has rhinitis, but it has to be really bad for him to actually sneeze. He’s fairly sensitive to dust. He almost always sneezes doubles, and it’s quite rare for him to just sneeze once. He doesn’t get sick often but when he does it’s bad. He gets delirious if he has even the slightest fever and it’s literally the only way his members can get him to rest. He’s very stubborn when sick or his rhinitis is acting up, almost to the point where it gets annoying. 

Jeonghan

Jeonghan is very susceptible to colds. He has very minor pollen allergies, but for the most part it just leads to him having an itchy nose and eyes. he’s an “average” sickie. He doesn’t try and hide his symptoms, but he also doesn’t openly broadcast them. His sneeze is very soft and kinda cough-like. 

Joshua

Joshua is very minorly allergic to cats, he is also sensitive to strong scented perfumes and soaps. His sneeze is very cough-like, to the point where sometimes when he coughs they bless him, thinking it was a sneeze. Or on the opposite end if he sneezes they sometimes won’t say anything or just simply respond with a “bless you?” Joshua doesn’t really get sick often. Maximum of once a year, usually when he’s sick he doesn’t want to be bothered and just wants to be left alone. 

Jun

Jun is a “dark horse” he has a super strong immune system and doesn’t have any allergies. Except when he does. There is a specific plant, he doesn’t know what it is, but he’so only ever come across it in America that he’s super allergic to. Jun also doesn’t get sick, except when he does. He’s noticed that he gets sick every time Minghao does. Even if he isn’t around him, he still manages to get sick. His sneeze is medium volume.

Hoshi

Hoshi has dust allergies that are even worse that Seungcheol’s. So much that he’s become the groups indicator of when they need to clean the dorm. He really hates sneezing on camera, so will therefore avoid it at all costs. Even leaving the room during a live to avoid it. He doesn’t get sick too often, but if he goes too long without getting enough sleep he is much more likely to get sick. 

Wonwoo

Wonwoo is the cleanest member. Part of it is because he has rhinitis and a sensitive nose and can easily be triggered by dust. He also has a tendency to get sick often, but especially during fall. He doesn’t know why but that’s when he gets sick the most. 

Woozi

Woozi is tiny, but ironically has one of the loudest sneezes in the group. Which shocked the members when they heard it for the first time. He doesn’t get sick, like ever. the members claim it’s because he never sleeps so his body is just used to it. He is minorly allergic to pollen, but refuses to let it interrupt him. So when the pollen count is high he just takes medicine, wears a mask outside, and gets to work. 

Dk

Dk is allergic to cats. Out of all the members with cat allergies his are the worsts, even to the point if one of the members pet a cat he can’t be around them. he has a high-pitched but loudish sneeze. He doesn’t get sick very often, but when he does he’s super dramatic about it and just wants sympathy and attention.

Mingyu

Mingyu has rhinits and is the sneeziest member of the group. He always has fits of multiple sneezes. He’s also really bad about covering his mouth which causes him to get scolded by the other members. He’s gotten better at covering his mouth after he got the whole group sick because he cooked while sick. (which got him a 2 week long ban from the kitchen, it was supposed to be longer, but the members missed his cooking. 

The8

out of all the members he is the worst when it comes to being sick. This is mainly because if he gets a fever he gets super delirious and barely functions and yet he refuses to rest. Thankfully, he doesn’t get sick often. The only “allergy” he has is to certain hair dyes. So, after every time he dyes his hair he gets super sneezy after. But only for a day or so after.

Seungkwan

He is the only member with literally no allergies. he also has the immune system of steel so he very rarely gets sick. He can count on one hand the number of times he’s gotten sick in his life. This means he usually goes out of his way to take care of the members when they get sick, knowing full well he’s not gonna get sick. On the flip side, if he does get sick, which has happened a total of twice since joining seventeen he is incredibly clingy, specifically to Vernon. He has a very quiet sneeze.

Vernon

Vernon has pollen allergies and rhinitis. He gets colds often because he doesn’t like wearing a jacket. He is very independent when he’s sick and gets very stubborn and hates resting when sick. He has very minor cat and dog allergies but doesn’t care at all and absolutely loves cats. 

Dino

He is very shy when he’s sick. So much so that his members know he’s sick purely because he starts avoiding the members when he gets sick. So when he starts avoiding them they know he’s sick. He has minor pollen allergies and hates sneezing in front of people and gets shy when he sneezes in front of the members. He also cannot wrap his head around the concept of saying “bless you” and still gets confused when the members say it to him.

[darl-ingfics]

Our Chaos

Fandom: Seventeen

Sickie: Everyone but the Maknae Line (flu)

Caregiver(s): Seungkwan, Vernon, Dino

Word Count: 1,633

It wasn’t often that all of Seventeen took sick at the same time. Despite living in such close quarters, being naturally cuddly people with little regard for personal space, and having to squeeze in pre-show spaces meant for significantly less people, the members were highly skilled at self-isolating and taking care of themselves as needed when they didn’t feel well, especially if they were in comeback or concert season. Things usually just… worked out. 

But ‘often’ and ‘usually’ were not a guarantee. 

“Woozi’s trying to escape again!” Chan called from the upstairs landing. Hansol turned around, quick as lightning, just in time to catch Jihoon groan in frustration right at the base of the stairs. Seungkwan also slid into the doorframe from the laundry room, pointing a finger at Jihoon to double down on Chan’s tattling. 

“Am not!” Jihoon’s croaky voice shot back. 

Hansol arched one eyebrow. “Then why do you have one shoe on, hm?”

Jihoon looked at his feet, seeing he did, in fact, only have one shoe on. “Well fuck me, then.” 

“See, that’s how I know you’re sick: my question, it made no sense, but you gave yourself up anyway.” 

Jihoon’s eyes narrowed. The effect was entirely ruined by his influenza-flushed face. “I hate you.” His gaze shifted between the pair. “Both of you.”

Seungkwan smirked. “You don’t.” He nodded towards the den. “Back to the couch.” Jihoon grumbled under his breath, likely things he’d be apologizing later despite neither Hansol nor Seungkwan not fully hearing him. Hansol sighed, shaking his head as he turned back to the pot on the stove, bubbling with homemade soup. 

They’d been home for an hour. One hour. And things had already been chaos.

The only members who had been seemingly spared from the flu from hell were the three maknaes. And management had insisted that the three of them come into the studio for part of the day, claiming that they could still make content, and, as one representative from each unit, help plan some of the group’s upcoming activities. Seungcheol had encouraged them to go, claiming that he, Jeonghan, and Joshua could collectively hold down the fort while they were gone, despite the fact that the three eldest had gotten sick most recently and were definitely feeling the more worse for wear at the moment.

Still, they couldn’t say no to Seungcheol. They’d gone to the studio. And come home to chaos. 

Seungkwan had opened the door on a scene straight out of a horror movie. The entire living room was a cacophony of yelling, with Seokmin in the center of the storm, perched on the coffee table with a cartoonish pout on his face, and blood leaking from a cut on his forehead. Mingyu and Minghao and Soonyoung were all pacing around the room, the main sources of the yelling, while Wonwoo observed and commented from the recliner. Seungkwan had immediately rushed in while Hansol had gone for the first aid kit. The cut had been the result of Seokmin standing up too fast, blacking out from a rush of vertigo, and hitting his head on the coffee table. 

It thankfully hadn’t taken more than a bandaid and a few hugs to get him to calm down. 

So now they’d divided tasks to conquer the most area: Hansol was making dinner, Seungkwan was attending to chores, and Chan was sent on reconnaissance to locate the rest of the members. 

The easiest to locate had been Junhei, who had been in the living room all along, fast asleep on the smaller couch, the back of which faced the door so his sleeping frame had been hidden from the maknaes upon entry. Minghao informed Chan that Jun hadn’t been able to keep his eyes open for longer than 15 minutes, drifting in and out of sleep faster than was legal (Minghao’s exact words.) Chan was just happy that at least one of his useless hyung’s was getting the rest he needed. 

Once upstairs, Chan started by knocking on the closed bathroom door, getting a response from Jihoon, who confirmed he was just getting out of the shower and not actively puking. Chan then checked Seungcheol’s room, where the 95 line usually congregated, but found it empty. Same with Jeonghan’s. Thoroughly baffled, Chan opened the door to Joshua’s room just enough to peek his head inside. All three members of the 95 line were snuggled together in Joshua’s bed, which was an uncharacteristic event. Usually, they could be found in Seungcheol’s room. Chan later learned, through a harrowing tale as narrated by a semi-delirious Soonyoung, that the trio had had to move to Joshua’s room after Jeonghan had thrown up in Seungcheol’s bed (and this after the same thing happening in his own bed). Soonyoung and Wonwoo had attempted laundry, but hadn’t been entirely successful (another fun adventure Seungkwan and Chan had dealt with upon arriving home, leaving the squeamish Vernon out of that picnic). 

So here the three eldest were in Joshua’s smaller bed, Jeonghan on the end, passed out on his left side, gripping a plastic bowl as if it were a stuffed animal. Seungcheol was sandwiched in the middle, his arms around Joshua’s waist while the latter’s arms were thrown around Seungcheol’s neck. And while they looked absolutely adorable, Chan couldn’t help the tug in his chest at just how exhausted and sick they all looked. The day had to have been hard on them, caring for the rest of the members while so ill themselves. Chan knew for a fact they’d had little help; Soonyoung and Wonwoo had likely done their best, but he knew that poor Junhei couldn’t stay awake long enough to be of any assistance, and Jihoon had certainly been too busy planning his escape. 

Regardless, Chan was glad they were asleep now. 

“Cheollie, Hannie, and Shua are asleep in Shua’s room,” Chan reported when he returned to the main level. 

“Hao’s on the couch. Gyu’s on the couch. Seokmin’s on the couch,” Seungkwan began reciting, peeking over at the den. “Wonwoo’s on the recliner. Hoshi’s on the other couch with Junnie.”

“And Jihoon’s trapped with him,” Hansol finished. 

“Fuck you,” the producer said back, raising his voice just enough to be heard and to make him cough roughly. 

“Love you too,” Hansol chirped back. “Also, dinner’s almost ready. I think?” He peered questioningly down at the pot in front of him. Seungkwan moved to the kitchen to check with him. 

“Want me to take a look?” Mingyu asked, moving to stand up. Just the motion of leaning forward had him blinking stars from his eyes, something that did not go unnoticed. 

“No, Gyu, we got it covered,” Seungkwan reassured him, holding up a hand. “It’s not like majority of you can taste it anyway…”

“But still…”

“Hey Mingyu, you’re gonna sit your ass right down cause we will not be scraping you up off the floor if you pass out,” Hansol replied, his tone carrying order. He snapped his fingers at Jun and Wonwoo, despite Jun being dead asleep and Wonwoo almost there. “That goes for you too, 1.82 meter crew.”

“That feels discriminatory…” Wonwoo muttered. 

“Be less tall, then,” Jihoon retorted. 

“Does that mean Jihoonie gets to pass out cause he’s short?” Mingyu asked, his voice so genuine that Hansol fought the urge to laugh at the question. 

“Sure.”

“Jihoonie, you need to take advantage of your privileges,” Minghao slurred, tapping Jihoon’s knee in earnest. 

“I like you better when you’re asleep.”

“Me too,” Minghao replied, flopping back against the couch. 

As their bickering continued, Chan’s eyes surveyed the room, landing on Soonyoung. The dancer leader had moved to sit with Junhei, propping the elder man’s head up in his lap and playing with his hair. Chan slipped towards them, sitting on the arm of the couch behind his unit leader. 

“Hey,” Chan whispered. 

Soonyoung tipped his head back and smiled. “Hey, bug. What’s up?”

“Just checking on you. You’re uncharacteristically quiet.”

“Well my throat uncharacteristically hurts.” He sniffled once before pitching forward with a nearly stifled sneeze, careful not to jostle Jun too much.

“Bless you.” Chan’s fingers carded through his hair. 

“Thanks.” 

“Really, though, how are you?”

Soonyoung shrugged. “I feel like shit. My entire body aches, I can’t breathe right, and I haven’t been able to fall asleep all day. Normal flu stuff, you know?” He tipped his head back again to look at Chan, a crooked smile on his lips. Soonyoung’s joking grin quickly faded when he saw tears in his maknae’s eyes. “Channie, what’s wrong?” 

“There’s just…” A tear slipped from Chan’s eye, and he laughed incredulously, “nothing I can do for you.” He held up empty hands. 

“Baby…” Soonyoung held out his hand. Chan took it, another tear escaping as he felt Soonyoung squeeze hard. “You being here is enough. You, and Sollie, and Kwannie… you caring enough to be here means everything. You are doing everything you can for us, and we love you for it.” 

“He’s right, bug.” Chan’s eyes snapped up to meet Seokmin’s. Actually, everyone’s attention was on him now. “I know you’re probably super overwhelmed right now…”

“Kwannie, Sollie, you too,” Wonwoo added, looking over at the other two members who had most definitely tuned into the conversation. 

“But you’re doing great,” Seokmin finished, smiling, tired but bright. “We appreciate you three so much more than we could ever say.” “And we aren’t the easiest patients, that’s for sure,” Mingyu added. 

“Speak for yourself,” Jihoon muttered. 

“No, he speaks for YOURSELF,” Minghao replied, leaning against Jihoon’s shoulder, from which he was brusquely shoved off with all the strength the sickly produce could muster. Chan laughed, and Soonyoung squeezed his hand. Maybe things would turn out all right after all.

[darl-ingfics]

Trick or treat!!!!! 🎃

~ 🎃 Happy Halloween, y’all!!! This is my first trick or treat piece that is coming out of my unclaimed, random dialogue pool. It’s not a piece of a WIP, this is it, folks. Unless… the muse strikes! 🎃 ~

“What are you doing?” Minghao croaked, unable to defend himself otherwise as his legs were maneuvered so the perpetrator could sit down on the couch with him. Which was exactly the opposite of what Minghao wanted; he’d chosen to nap on the short couch for a reason.

That, of course, did not stop Jun at all. The older man simply made himself comfortable, resting Minghao’s legs on top of his lap, frog socked feet dangling off his thighs. “I’m healing you… through your calves.” Jun’s fingers massaged lightly at said calves.

Minghao snorted, shook his head before letting it fall back against his pillow. “You’re so weird.”

Trick or Treat!!!

[darl-ingfics]

Sicktember Day 18: "My body is one big ache"

Fandom: Seventeen

Sickie: Seungkwan (flu)

Caregiver(s): The8

Word Count: 1,416

Notes: Semi-based on my friend saying the "I shouldn't have dropped it low so many times" line, but about back issues rather than illness. It's just too good NOT to use!

When Minghao stumbled to the bathroom at two in the morning for a glass of water, he was genuinely shocked to find the light already on, door halfway open, and Seungkwan crumpled in a heap on the floor. Naturally, Minghao’s sleepiness disappeared in a flash, and he basically fell to the floor and slid on his knees over to the younger man, grasping him by the shoulders. Seungkwan startled awake, helpless, confused, glassy eyes blinking up at Minghao.

“Kwannie, what the fuck?!” the dancer whispered, looking the vocalist up and down. “What’s wrong?!”

Seungkwan’s lower lip jutted out and his eyes filled with tears. “Hao, I don’t feel good.” 

Minghao’s panic slowly eased out of his body as he ran his hands up and down Seungkwan’s arms. “I know, bud. What’s wrong? Why aren’t you in bed?”

“When I woke up, I felt kinda nauseous, so I figured it was safer to be here than there.” 

Minghao frowned, taking a knee to slide a hand against Seungkwan’s burning forehead. “How are you feeling now?”

“My body is one big ache.” The vocalist groaned. “Maybe I shouldn’t have dropped it low so many times last night.” He hid his face in his hands, squeezing at the space between his eyebrows in disappointment. 

Minghao smirked. “Or maybe you shouldn’t have performed on stage with the flu.” Seungkwan whined, the noise somehow both raspy and congested, and the dancer’s heart melted for his friend. “You still feel nauseous?”

Seungkwan shook his head. “That stopped literally as soon as I walked in here. I think I just…” His hand circled around his head. “Dizzy from the medicine wearing off. Do I feel warm to you?” He leaned forward slightly, and Minghao obligingly felt his skin again. 

“You’re burning up, kid.” Seungkwan fell back against the wall, eyes closing. “How long have you been here?”

“I don’t know! There’s no clock in here!” Minghao had to stop himself from laughing at how pitiful Seungkwan’s voice was. “And now I’m too tired to walk back to my bed.”

“Well, I can help with that.” Minghao pushed himself to his feet, hands finding his hips.“You wanna shower first? You’re really sweaty.”

Seungkwan pouted. “Mean.”

“Not mean. Accurate.”

“Not kind.”

Minghao rolled his eyes. “Do you want to shower or just change clothes?”

“Change clothes, please.”

“Okay. Can you chill here for a sec?” Seungkwan nodded, and Minghao raced off into the hall. He made a stop in his own room, grabbing his electric blanket before heading to Seungkwan’s room. Minghao set about his work quickly: plug in the electric blanket and position it on the bed, pick out the coziest pair of pajamas he could find, pull the bag in the trash can closed and move the empty can closer to the bed just in case the nausea was real…

In no time, he was back in the bathroom. Seungkwan was still leaning heavily against the wall, heavy eyelids drooping closed. He looked up when Minghao entered. 

“You good?”

“Stupid question.” 

Minghao nodded. “Fair enough.” He held out his hands. “Let’s get you to bed.” Seungkwan simply stared back and forth from Minghao’s hands to his eyes. “Kwannie, I love you, but I’m too tired to carry you. It’s this or I drag your ass down the hall.”

Seungkwan shook his head. “Don’t want to get you sick…”

Minghao rolled his eyes skyward, then reached forward and physically pulled Seungkwan to his feet. The younger man whined, slumping against Minghao’s shoulder. “I’m here, aren’t I? If I cared about getting sick, I would’ve woken someone else to deal with you.”

“I’m sorry…”

“I didn’t mean it like that, love.” Minghao’s voice softened immediately as he began to walk Seungkwan back to his room. He knew from experience how much Seungkwan hated being a burden, how he bottled up all of his feelings just so it wouldn’t hurt anyone else. How much he hated having to be ‘dealt with’ in anyway. Usually, such an expression would’ve been taken as the joke it was, but clearly this wasn’t a usual circumstance. “I was trying to be funny. This isn’t an inconvenience at all. I’m happy to be here, and I really don’t give a shit about your germs. I just care about you.”

Seungkwan’s head fell against his shoulder. “I love you, Hao.”

“Love you too.” 

When they arrived in Seungkwan’s room, the vocalist stepped away from Minghao’s embrace, stumbling to the bed as he was coughed harshly into his sleeve. Minghao winced, his eyes darting to the bedside table. He reached for the water bottle there, shaking it to assess the water left. It felt empty. “I’ll be right back.” 

He didn’t wait for a response, running back to the bathroom to refill Seungkwan’s water bottle. While there, he searched the cabinet for their cold and flu medicine. Medical terminology always took him an extra moment to make sense of, but he was used to the color of the bottle, and, upon reading the label, he quickly found the words he was looking for: ‘don’t take on an empty stomach.

Minghao returned to Seungkwan’s room just long enough to place both bottles (water and medicine) on the nightstand, pointing at his patient. “Hang on…” He darted away again, this time to the kitchen, rifling through the cabinets there for something quick and easy to eat. He found a box of crackers, and grabbed the open sleeve, presenting them to Seungkwan upon his return. 

“What?” the vocalist asked, clearly confused. 

“You can’t take medicine on an empty stomach, and you mentioned how your previous meds had worn off, so…” Minghao shook the crackers once. “Eat up.” Seungkwan nodded, accepting the crackers. Minghao nodded back, hands on his hips again, surveying the room. His back straightened with a new thought. “Okay, one more time, and then I’ll be back.” He raced back to the bathroom, pulling their thermometer gun from the drawer. 

“How many do I need to eat?” Seungkwan asked immediately when Minghao walked back through his door. 

The dancer shrugged. “I don’t know? Eight? Ten? Maybe nine?” 

“Okay.” Seungkwan frowned down at the cracker in his hand before taking a cautious bite out of it. 

It took every strand of will power Minghao had not to laugh. “How many have you had?”

Seungkwan shrugged. “Six?”

“That’ll be fine.” 

“Are you sure?”

Minghao nodded. “We just need something in your stomach.” Seungkwan sighed gratefully, carefully placing the remaining sleeve of crackers on the nightstand. Minghao moved to point the thermometer at his forehead. He nodded at the numbers. “Not terrible. But still not great.”

“That’s what the medicine is for.”

“Right.” Minghao measured out a dose of the liquid, passing it to Seungkwan and waiting avidly with his water bottle. As soon as the medicine was down, Seungkwan rolled over into his bed, inching like a worm to get into a comfy position. Minghao waited until he was satisfied before pulling the blankets over him.

Seungkwan sat up almost immediately, hands fumbling in the material on top of him Minghao tensed. “Is this your blanket?” Seungkwan looked up at him with wide eyes. 

“Yeah. You said you were really achy, and the electric blanket it my favorite remedy for sore muscles.” Minghao shrugged, some of the tension leaving his body. “I can also go grab my heating pad if there’s something else you want to…”

“Thank you.” The pure gratitude in Seungkwan’s voice, the genuine relief, melted Minghao’s heart on the spot.

The dancer carded his fingers through Seungkwan’s hair. “Of course, angel. Now lay back down.” Seungkwan did as told. “Rest. That’s what your body needs.” After one final reassuring smile, he turned to go.

“Hey Hao?”

Minghao turned back. “Yeah?”

“Can you… can you stay here? Until I fall asleep?”

Minghao smiled, returning to the bed, and sitting down on the edge. “Of course.” Seugnkwan returned his smile before he curled up on his side, body facing Minghao. One hand popped out of the blanket, and the dancer took it instantly. They sat like that, comfortably silent, for an indeterminate amount of time (Minghao hadn’t brought his phone and Seungkwan’s room, much like the bathroom, didn’t have a clock.) But that didn’t stop Minghao from disappearing into his own thoughts as he hummed a soft melody for his friend. 

He genuinely thought Seungkwan was asleep when he whispered, “Hey Hao?”

“Yes, hun?”

“I love you.”

The softest smile. “I love you more.”

[darl-ingfics]

Feveruary Masterlist

Here is the official list of what to expect from me during Feveruary! I got SO MANY great ideas submitted, and just couldn't use them all. But I will be adding them to my request list for the future.

ATEEZ - BTS - EXO -Seventeen - SHINee

“How did you end up like this?” - Onew (cold)

Burning Up then Freezing Cold - Hoshi (fever)

Caught in the Rain - Seonghwa (returned fever)

ALT - Forced to Work - Xiumin (flu)

“Could you just hold me?” - Maknae Line (food poisoning)

Spoon-Feeding - The8 (flu)

“I’m still not used to being taken care of.”  - J-Hope (flu)

“Couldn’t you keep your cold to yourself.”  - Taemin, Kai (cold)

ALT - "I don't get sick" - Jeonghan (cold) 

“You’re safe, it was just a dream.” - Jongho (fever)

“You’re burning up!” - V (fever)

ALT - Sneezing Fit - Wooyoung (cold)

“I wouldn’t even trust you to boil tea in your condition!” - Yunho (cold)

Falling asleep in the wrong place - Jun (fever, cold)

Guiding sickie back to bed - Wonwoo (fever, cold)

“Is it me or is it really warm in here?” - Woozi, Vernon (cold)

“I know you want to help but you’re only making things worse.” - Yunho (migraine)

Delirious - Joshua (fever)

“I know ice cream is good for sore throats but that’s way too much!” - Key (cold)

Lost Voice/Strep Throat - Baekhyun (laryngitis)

From better to worse - Seungkwan (tdb)

“Our date can wait! You’re far more important.” - Hongjoong (tbd)

“You need a tissue?” - Jin (cold)

“Don’t you think you should stay home today?” - S.Coups (tbd)

Standing Vigil - Minho (alcohol consequences)

“You sure I’m sick? Because I feel fine.” - Hoshi (strep throat)

ALT - Cool Wash Cloth - Yeosang (tbd)

“Well, it sounds to me like you need a little bit of TLC.” - Suga (tbd)