Fluffy SKZ oneshots🧸

Dori's Christmas sweater🩹

Sickie: Minho

Caregiver: Jisung

Hyunjin's POV.:
A few days ago, our group had gone Christmas shopping. Minho had found a holiday sweater for cats, immediately buying it so his 'babies' wouldn't feel left out. About an hour ago, Seungmin and I had gotten a text from our hyung, telling us to not open the door to our shared room because he had trapped Dori there to put the holiday sweater on her. I only walked by the door once but the hissing could be heard through the closed door, telling me that I absolutely did not want to walk in on that. Shaking my head, I went to the living room and plopped down on the couch next to Seungmin and Jisung, who were watching a k-drama. Seungmin looked up at me curiously. He wanted to get a warmer shirt from our room but didn't want to go there when Minho told us no. "I don't think Minho-hyung will be done any time soon", I sighed and slipped out of my hoodie, "you can just take my hoodie and I'll wear your sweater." My dongsaeng smiled at me gratefully, quickly replacing his thin sweater with my hoodie and handing his sweater to me. I hate to admit it but my offer wasn't entirely selfless. I have this tiny crush on my roommate and wearing his clothes is one of my favorite things to do. Especially if he wore them beforehand. While pulling the fabric over my head, I took a deep breath in through my nose, trying to absorb as much of the scent as possible. For the rest of the drama, I cuddled up against Seungmin's side, claimimg it was to keep him warm.

The credits were just rolling, when Minho finally emerged from our room, carrying Dori. All I could think was 'the poor cat, what had Minho done to her'. "Guys, look how pretty Dori looks. A true visual just like her dad", my hyung exclaimed. I looked from Minho to Seungmin and Jisung and their eyes told me they had the same thought: 'Minho-hyung has gone insane'. The poor cat was struggling to get out of his hold, clearly upset with Minho for putting this thing on her. It was only then that I realized that Minho was wearing a matching sweater. Jisung quickly whipped out his phone, opening the camera: "Come on, I'll take a few pics, then you can put her down." Minho immediately started posing and Jisung snapped his fingers to get Dori to look at the camera too. After a few pics, the rapper stated: "Hyung, I think I have a few good ones. You can let go of Dori now." He didn't have to be told twice, carefully setting the cat down, which sped off to hide behind the couch the second her paws touched the floor. It was only now that I noticed the deep, bloody scratches decorating my hyung's hands. Seriously, what did I even expect?

Jisung's POV.:
As soon as Minho let go of Dori, I glanced at his hands. Their backs were covered with angry red scratches, some of them crusted with blood. "Hyung, what made you think putting a holiday sweater on your cat was a good idea? I'll go get the band-aids", I sighed rolling my eyes. He looked clearly offended and whined: "But Sungie she looked so beautiful. Our sweaters even matched!" At this I stopped arguing because I knew there was no way, I'd bring him back to his senses. Instead I dragged him back to my room, telling him to sit on my bed while I gathered the first-aid kit from the bathroom. What I did not expect when I entered my room again was to find my hyung shirtless. My eyes immediately went to his toned abs and I gulped. 'Focus Jisung!' I forced myself to look up and scanned over his arms. Just like his hands, Minho's arms and chest were scratched up too. We made eye-contact and he smiled at me awkwardly. Both of us blushed and I mumbled a quick "I'll be back", before fleeing to the bathroom once again. I ran a washcloth under warm water and took it back to my room.

"Tell me if I'm hurting you and you want me to stop", I ordered, starting to dab away the crusted blood. First, I cleaned his hands and arms, slowly making my way to his chest. To avoid eye-contact, I kept my eyes on the scratches I was cleaning, not daring to look up. All I could see in my peripheral vision was that Minho had turned his head to the opposite side, trying to hide his face from me but I could see the blush that spread from his upper chest all the way up his neck and probably his entire face. However, I didn't dare to look at his face for confirmation, afraid he'd see me blushing just as hard. Trying to keep my hands from shaking, I cleaned his chest too before dropping the dirty washcloth on the floor. "I'm sorry, this is going to hurt now", I muttered, taking an alcohol-wipe from the first-aid kit. Gently taking his hand in mine, I dabbed at one of the scratches. With a hiss, Minho quickly tore his hand away flapping it in the air, willing the sting to stop. "Sorry, hyung I'm sorry. I know it hurts, but- but I really need to dis- to disinfect that", I stammered, freaking out a bit at his reaction. "But it hurts", Minho whimpered and I looked at his face to find him pouting at me. "I'm sorry", I repeated.

Grabbing his hand again, I held it tighter this time to prevent him from pulling it away again. I was just lowering the alcohol-wipe, when "STOP!". I raised my eyebrow at him, not letting go of his hand. "Sungie, no, that hurts", he whined childishly. "Hyung, I know, I really do, but you don't want that to get infected, do you? Please let me clean it", I frowned. "Only if I get a kiss after", he argued. I froze in shock and his eyes widened as he realized what he just said. A few seconds passed with us to stunned to either move or speak. I gulped, muttering: "Alright.", before continuing to dab at his scratches. This time however, Minho didn't pull away. Yes, he flinched and whimpered from time to time, but he never stopped me. It took me a while to clean all the scratches, there were just too many, and we spent the entire time in silence. I felt slightly awkward but tried not to show it. When everything was cleaned up, I took out some cute 'Hello Kitty' band-aids. I didn't cover all the scratches there were, the really superficial ones were left to airdry. Taking a step back, I admired my work, or rather my crush, scratched up and covered in cute pink band-aids.

Looking up at his face, I found him pouting at me and remembered the reward I had promised. Blushing furiously, I closed my eyes and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, clasping my shaky hands behind my back. I pulled back immediately after and it took all my courage to look at his face. Minho looked truly upset before grabbing me by the shoulders and pressing his lips on mine. I felt like passing out, as he pulled me into him and I only then remembered that he wasn't wearing a shirt. By the time he let go of me, we were both panting, our faces ridiculous shades of pink. With his eyes cast on the floor Minho mumbled: "Thanks Sungie. I love you." After my initial shock, I crashed my lips on his again, hoping that was enough of an answer for him.