Anything To Keep You Safe

Twenty Two:

Around 6 am, Minho's fever broke. Jisung's still lingered and so the two boys stayed home again. By noon, Minho felt well enough to be up and moving around, so he decided to baby his boyfriend as he had been babied the day before.

While Minho was a whiny, clingy sick person, Jisung tended to just sleep constantly, but when he was awake, all he wanted was Minho.

The older boy has just finished preparing lunch, the bowl of colour changing soup (chicken noodle) in his hands as he climbs the stairs. Luckily, his boyfriend is awake already, sparing the elder from having to wake the poor boy.

"Hyung has food." Minho says comfortingly, sliding into the blankets next to the boy so he can feed him (Another thing Minho figured out that Jisung likes when sick).

"Thank you, hyungie." The boy whispers, letting the other feed him. Minho stays with him after since he begged for cuddles. Eventually, Minho also drifts off.

When he awakens, he's covered in sweat, which he quickly realizes is not his own. He reaches for the thermometer, and takes his boyfriend's temperature, finding that the boy's fever has finally broken.

He pets the younger's hair, using the dry part of his sleeves to wipe the boy's sweat off his face and neck.

When he wakes up, he feels the comforting pets and leans into the touch.

"Hey baby, your fever broke while you were sleeping. How do you feel?"

"Tired." Jisung mumbles.

"I know hunny. Do you want a bath? You're all sweaty."

"Too tired to bathe myself." Jisung whines softly, pressing himself closer to his boyfriend.

"We can bathe together if you're comfortable with it." Minho offers, continuing to pet his boyfriend's hair. Jisung flushes red but nods yes.

"Yes please, hyungie."

Minho stands up, kissing the boy's head and going to run the bath, adding bubbles and Epsom salts. When it's full and a good temperature, Minho returns to the room to fetch his boyfriend.

He carries him to the toilet seat bridal style, setting him down lightly.

"Okay bub, I'm gonna need you to undress, or I can help if you need. I promise not to look." Jisung nods, putting his hands up above his head to allow the other to remove his shirt.

He helps Jisung stand, holding onto the boy so he can remove the rest of his clothing. He kisses the younger's forehead, picking him up and putting him into the tub. Then, he strips himself and climbs in, sitting so that Jisung can lean into him.

As the younger leans his back against him, albeit hesitantly due to shyness, Minho puts some shampoo into his hands and starts washing the boy's hair. Jisung sighs happily as his boyfriend works the shampoo into his scalp, massaging his hair.

When his hair is adequately washed, he has Jisung lean his head back, taking a cup of water and rinsing the soap out of his hair, making the suds fall back onto his own chest. He then conditions his hair, letting it seep for a little bit before rinsing it again.

"Thank you, hyung." Jisung says happily.

"Of course, angel." He replies, getting a washcloth and putting body wash on it before doing Jisung's back and shoulders. "Do you wanna get your front, baby?" He asks softly, holding out the washcloth. Jisung groans.

"Not really."

"I mean, I could do it if you're comfortable." Jisung nods and leans back onto the boy's chest once more. Minho takes the wash cloth and begins on the shoulders again, reaching around the boy to wash his chest, down to his waist. Jisung lets out a sigh of contentment.

Jisung looks up at the boy behind him, bringing his hand to his face and moving Minho's face slightly so that he's looking down upon him. Lightly, Jisung connects their lips, hand moving to the back of his neck. Minho responds enthusiastically, arms wrapping around the boy's waist.

"What was that for, angel?" He asks, pecking the boy's nose.

"Because I wanted to." Jisung says, showing his heart shaped smile. He puckers his lips out and Minho kisses him again.

"As much as I love kissing you, I need to wash my hair and stuff too now, baby. I'm covered in sweat." Jisung nods, scooting so he's facing Minho and grabbing the shampoo.

"Turn around then." He says. Minho does and revels in the intimacy of his boyfriend washing his hair and his back. When they're done, Minho gets out first, while Jisung stares at the wall to avoid staring at his naked boyfriend.

Minho wraps a towel around his waist and then unwraps a towel for Jisung, holding it out so he can step into it, which he does. The older boy picks him up bridal style once more, carrying him to the room and setting him on a chair while he strips the bed of the fever sweat and snot soaked sheets.

After leaving the room to put on boxers and sweatpants, Minho returns, shirtless, to make the bed with clean sheets. Jisung watches from where he's sitting, admiring the boy's chest.

Suddenly, a phone flies into his lap, and he looks down at it, seeing the camera open. He looks back up at his boyfriend, who's smirking at him.

"Go ahead, ill pose." He jokes, causing the younger to laugh but still raise the camera and take a picture, quickly texting it to himself.

Minho hands Jisung a pair of boxers from his side of the drawer, which they had established a while ago, and some sweatpants. He leaves the room to give the boy some privacy to change, only coming back once he hears the boy yell that it's okay.

When Minho enters, Jisung closes the door behind him and pins him against the wall, kissing him.

The older boy responds enthusiastically, switching so Jisung is pushed against the wall. Jisung smiles, happy he got the reaction that he wanted. Minho picks him up and places him onto the bed, kissing his exposed neck.

"Hyung." Jisung breathes as Minho wraps his lips around the younger's left nipple.

"Baby." He responds before sucking on it lightly. He comes back up and kisses the boy some more, at one point pecking everywhere on the boy's face, making him giggle. "Are you tired? Wanna go eat Ramen and watch a movie?" He asks in between pecks.

"Yes please. Thank you for taking care of me."

"Of course, my love. We take care of eachother."