Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
word count: 1.9k genre: fluff boyfriend! Chan x gender-neutral! Reader
Slightly self-indulgent chapter as I'm sick right now, nothing to worry about though!
Happy birthday, best leader. I could write thousands of words and it still wouldn't be enough to show how much I respect and appreciate you.
───────
Despite the fact that Chan advised you to get one, you could only blame yourself for not taking an umbrella with you yesterday when it rained.
You were left drenched completely from head to toe even if you just got out of the bus, and before you arrived home, your skin was already frozen and you were sniffling softly. That's how you ended up in this situation: taking a few days off so you can lay in bed, wrapped up like a burrito in your soft blankets, and binge-watching tv-series on Netflix. You didn't feel like putting food in your mouth since your throat hurt like hell, it felt like you were eating toothpicks every time you swallowed, so you just tried to drink something warm.
You thought everything was going downhill, but then you realized you don't even have any medicine. And what was worse was the fact that you couldn't just go and buy some as it was raining outside once again, it was almost midnight, and the closest pharmacy is at a 30 minutes distance from your house.
F it! I just need a little bit of sleep and I'll be fine, you thought.
The phone rang a second after, illuminating your face and making you scrunch your nose at the loud sound.
"Yes?" You answered, your voice giving up at the end, turning into a whisper.
"Wow, you sound horrible!" Your best friend spoke with an amused tone. You rolled your eyes and let yourself fall on the soft pillow. "What do you want, Minho?"
"I just wanted to check up on you. You've been absent the last few days and Chan hyung is getting worried. You haven't replied to any of our messages. Did you actually die or ghosted us on purpose?"
"I died," you tried to laugh it off but it wasn't far from the truth. You were, of course, alive but this sickness got you feeling like a zombie.
Minho chuckled and tried to say something, but you heard a "Is that Y/n?" in the distance. Your heartbeat quickened at the sound of his sweet voice, the familiar yet distressed tone making you shiver. You knew what was coming, so you tried to cough and clear your throat as fast as you could before he stole Minho's phone, placing it close to his ear.
But he didn't say anything. A few seconds passed in pure silence, in which you could only catch his soft sigh. Chan was hesitating, he didn't know what made him so scared to talk to you but he felt something was wrong. You ignored his message this morning, and he wouldn't make a big deal out of it if you would have answered his phone call yesterday, but you didn't.
