Hate me. (Minsung)

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the chills only seemed to get worse at time went on.

by the time minho ate a few crackers and took the pills, he was still shivering and trembling under the blankets.

his face was flushed and another wave of pain hit through him as jisung attempted to make soup in the kitchen.

minho truly looked miserable.

he fell back into another episode of sleep, given that was the only thing his body could do in the moment.

jisung grabbed a bowl and poured the finished soup inside, getting a spoon afterwards.

he carefully brought it back to the bed, placing it on the nightstand and getting himself a chair as well.

he sat down, gently shaking minho's arm. "hey, i made you better food." he said.

his head fell to the other side as he let out a shaky breath. he struggled to open his eyes, simply bringing a hand up to his head barely.

even though he had taken medicine, it didn't seem like it was working."..hurts." he groaned quietly as if the statement was made for none other than himself. jisung still of course heard it.

"i know, i know." jisung said, patting down on the sheets. "come on sit up please. you have to eat."

he pulled the older back up by his shoulders to make him sit, wincing when he heard minho make a noise of pain.

"what's hurting you? your head? do you feel nauseous?" jisung pulled the blankets down a bit considering the fact that he'll probably get warmer from the soup.

minho didn't reply, simply sitting in pain and discomfort as his body was heating and hurting him.

jisung pouted a little, getting the bowl of soup in his grasp. he scooped some up on a spoon and blew on it for a second.

he brought it up to minho's lips again, smiling slightly when minho accepted it.

"there. is it good?" he hummed, a little amused when minho nodded briefly.

jisung stayed there, shoveling the warm soup into minho's mouth after every swallow. it took a while because minho's movements were so slow, but eventually he finished it all.

jisung got up and put the bowl into the kitchen sink.

this was as far his knowledge went as far as taking care of someone. he thought maybe minho just needed to wait for the medicine to kick in.

he ate and drank, so theoretically he should be fine.

jisung checked the time and it was late now. given how minho looked like he was gonna keep sleeping, jisung turned off the lights and crawled into his own bed.

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jisung did not expect to wake up 1:00 AM to rummaging.

he opened his eyes and looked around in confusion, devoured by sleep and in a haze. he sat up and rubbed his eyes.

he saw a light under the bathroom door, and instantly he knew it was minho.

he got out of bed, pushing open the already ajar door. "minho?" he sleepily questioned.

he got enough sleep out of his eyes to see that minho was sitting down on the lid of the toilet, one hand holding onto his stomach and the other in his head as he was doubled over in pain.

"oh my god- what are you doing up??" jisung panicked, walking inside and placing a hand on his shoulder to check on him.

he didn't expect his hand to be tossed away.