𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 | 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐝𝐚𝐲

Requested by: -SleepyLynt
Characters: Lawrence

Type: fluff

Gender: Male reader

Enjoy ^^

He coughed into his elbow, soon after he woke up due to the blinding sun

"Shit, it sounds like I'm coughing up a lunge." He said annoyed but shrugging it off, it's most likely a simple cold.

Hopefully he'd be able not to go hunt for food,

He walked in the door to classroom 1-C. Sneezing, which followed by a fit of violent coughs.

"Dude, are you okay?" Zion questioned, taken aback by the (H/C) male's current condition.

Obviously the answer to his question was no but (Y/N)'s stubborn attitude had him denying it.

"Yup, I'm fine" he said hoarsely,

"(Y/N), why don't you skip today? I'll bring you breakfast when this is finished." Lawrence flashed him a smile.

He knew that (Y/N) couldn't resist that damned smile and obliged his lover's request

A few moments later Lawrence came through his door with a bowl of lukewarm soup.

"Love, I brought you soup." He gave (Y/N) a gentle smile.

It made the (H/C) Male's chest feel warm and fuzzy.

"I'm not sick, Lawrence." (Y/N) huffs stubbornly.

That also resulted in another fit of uncontrollable coughs. He could feel pain in his chest from how hard he was coughing.

"(Y/N)! Please just do as I say?" Lawrence sighed, his brown eyes worried for his lover.

(Y/N) relaxes on the sheet he called a bed, he wasn't ready to take the soup yet he felt sleepy.

"Let me feel your forehead." He softly, ruffled his (H/C) hair.

He placed his palm on the (H/C) Male's forehead.

"You're heating up.." Lawrence removed his palm from his forehead and gazed over at him worried.

"I will be right back, drink the soup, please?" he lingered by the doorway.

(Y/N) slumped annoyed by the fact that Lawrence would never let him do anything until whatever he's got is over.
(Y/N) held the soup bowl the best he could in the state he was now he was very weak.

He was hungry as well since he was shooed out of breakfast time.

By the time he finished his soup. Lawrence came through the door with a cloth to cool his fever down.

"I'll stay here with you until you feel better." He ruffles (Y/N)'s hair affectionately.

"Stop it. I'm not a freaking dog." The (H/C) 17-year-old huffed, (Y/N) was always cranky if he was sick.

Lawrence retracted his hand before (Y/N) tries to bite it off.

"Anyhow, thank you for taking care of me. Uh before I did something reckless." He smiles nervously