Fluffy SKZ oneshots🧸

A little extra-affection🍼🌡️

Sickie/Little: Minho

Caregiver: Jisung

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No one's POV.:
It was no secret to stray kids that Minho didn't like to show when he was sick. He always hid it, though he couldn't tell why. Over time, his friends had figured that the dancer was used to taking care of himself and why would he bring it up if he had everything handled by himself perfectly fine? Minho wasn't too bad at taking care of himself, so his members reminded themselves not to worry too much about him but it was hard. Especially because the second oldest hated to worry other people, so he'd put more effort into hiding how awful he felt the worse it was. This way, his friends could tell when he was slightly under the weather but when he was really sick, they often couldn't tell at all and it would take Minho collapsing during practice or throwing up all of a sudden to make them realize something was up. The two members who were best at reading Minho were Chan and Jisung, who learned to question things when their friend seemed just a bit too perfectly fine. It wasn't like Minho didn't want to be taken care of, he silently craved somebody to acknowledge his struggle and to show him some sympathy but he always felt so incredibly guilty about it when somebody actually showed him they cared, so he ended up suffering by himself instead of letting somebody see him weak.

There was only one situation, in which Minho openly accepted to be treated softly without feeling too bad about it. That was when he was in his headspace. Minho was a little and his members all knew about it. They were absolutely soft for little Min but there was no one who would be as whipped for him as Jisung. The rapper had become the little's caregiver not long after he had opened up about being a little. It gave the dancer something he had been yearning for for a long time: A safe place he could go to, somebody who would take his worries away and somebody he didn't have to hide from. Minho could take care of himself, no matter whether he was big or little but having somebody take over, even if just for a little while, was a huge relief. Jisung would always be there when the dancer needed him, though the older wouldn't come to him for help if he wasn't in his headspace. The rapper could deal with that, as long as he knew Minho was following their agreement of always telling him when he needed to slip or had accidentally slipped. It was a relief for the rest of the group as well because they knew Minho wouldn't be struggling by himself. It also made his habit of hiding bad sicknesses a bit safer because the worse he felt the easier he slipped and when he was little, he was usually pretty honest about the way he felt.

When Minho emerged from his bedroom a bit sniffly this morning, no body really thought much about it. Sure, he looked a bit more tired, especially considering how long he had slept in, but if he was feeling really bad, they would find out by him slipping and admitting it or by him collapsing. The other option would be him getting progressively worse over the day and then suddenly acting like he was perfectly fine and nothing was wrong at all, which would tell them the dancer had pulled his walls up and was hiding something. As long as he was just acting slightly under the weather, they were sure that he had it handled. Minho did have it handled. It was a day off for them, so he allowed himself to stay in bed a little longer before getting up and making himself breakfast. He made himself a cup of tea to soothe his throat and maybe clear up the congestion a bit, as well as a glass of orange juice to have the vitamin c boost his immune system. Minho just ate some yoghurt with fruit in it because it was healthy and it wouldn't hurt too badly to swallow it because it was soft and cool. Most of the members had already eaten but Chan and Jisung had slept almost as long as him and joined him at the breakfast table. They both took note of the dancer's drinks and figured he felt himself coming down with something but he was taking care of himself and eating healthy, so they'd let him be for now.

Minho himself was fine with taking care of himself, having the day off made that a lot easier because he could rest without feeling guilty about it but still, something was missing. After breakfast, he made himself another cup of tea to take back to his room and went to lie down again. He had a headache and felt run down in general, so since he didn't have anything to do anyways why not get some more rest? At least he thought he could get some rest. His room mates had gone out to spend their day off touring the city, so he was lucky nobody would disturb him sleeping, if only he could sleep. It wasn't only the headache making it hard for him to relax, Minho also couldn't really breathe through his blocked nose but breathing through his mouth dried his throat out even more and it made him cough. To make matters worse, his muscles felt sore and achy either from dancing yesterday or maybe he was just running a temperature, which made him feel so run down. Thinking about it, the dancer was almost certain that he was a bit feverish because he felt cold but was sweating at the same time. He didn't bother to check though, that would only mean that he'd have to get up and he didn't feel like doing that right now.