Fluffy SKZ Oneshots EP.2🧸

Merry Go Round Of Terror🌡️

Sickie: Minho

Caregiver: Jisung

Idea by: KiwiLavender

No one's POV.:

Frustration, that was what described Minho's current state the best. The group had been incredibly busy lately, leaving all of them running on only a few hours of sleep if any. Minho had found himself feeling progressively run down, his head aching and his muscles sore, making it clear that he really needed sleep. Sleep however wouldn't come. Not tonight at least. The past few nights, he had fallen into bed and was out like a light within seconds but now that they'd finally get a day off to recover from their tight schedule and he'd get the chance to sleep in, he somehow couldn't. Minho had struggled to find a sleeping position that felt at least somewhat comfortable for his sore body and when he had finally settled after two hours, he had needed the bathroom, so the entire process started all over again.

Even after Minho had managed to lie down somewhat comfortably, he still felt restless. That didn't make any sense to him. He had slept perfectly fine when he would've had a reason to be stressed and restless during the past few weeks but now, when he had the opportunity to relax, he couldn't. For most of the night, Minho kept tossing and turning, despite his muscles' protest. By the time he woke up during the early morning hours, his headache had gotten so much worse, as had the frustration. Why was he awake? He didn't have to get up and he was still tired, so why couldn't he just get the sleep he so desperately needed? No, he would not get up! At least not yet. He deserved to get more rest than that even if his body struggled to accept that right now.

About an hour later, Minho had to realize that he really wouldn't go back to sleep like he had hoped he would and he was getting tired of the headache, so he forced himself up, wanting to get some painkillers. His head spun for a moment and he had to sit on the edge of the bed, taking deep breaths to regain his equilibrium. Once he forced himself to his feet and down the hallway, his head pounded more ferociously from the strain, making the dancer grit his teeth. Though he had only wanted painkillers, Minho realized that he should probably have a bite along with it because he really didn't have the energy to handle a stomachache on top of everything else. Grabbing the box of medicine, he shakily made his way to the kitchen and had to lean against the counter for a moment as his legs felt like they would give out. Yeah, he had definitely spent too much time dancing on those.

The sun was rising already, its light stinging Minho's eyes, causing them to water. Squinting, the dancer rummaged through a few cupboards and found a small pack of crackers. They would do, not like he really had an appetite, he just wanted to avoid upsetting his tummy. Sluggishly, plopping into his seat at the dining table, Minho winced after rough movement sent a shockwave of pain through his skull. He clumsily tore the packaging and nibbled down one of the crackers, keeping his eyes closed. Nah, he really did not have any appetite. He forced himself to finish the small serving, although the crackers made his throat feel dry, even a little irritated. Minho was glad when he was done, grumpily throwing the packaging into the trash. Of course, he had to feel low when they got a day off. That was just his luck. Clearing his throat, the dancer poured himself a glass of cold water and washed down one of the pills before shuffling back to his room to try and sleep some more. This time, finding a comfortable position came easier. If only he didn't feel so cold. Pulling his blanket tighter around himself, Minho closed his eyes and suppressed a shudder. Somehow, he managed to fall into a light slumber, despite being a little shivery.

Minho woke up drenched in sweat, having lost all sense of time. How long had he managed to sleep after taking medicine? Had it even worked? It surely didn't help anymore now, the headache having returned with full vengeance. His throat was so dry, it felt like he had swallowed a handful of sand, so he sat up in a daze, trying to figure out his next steps. As Minho struggled to his feet, the ground seemed to tip sideways and he had to catch himself against the doorframe, pausing for a moment before he stumbled towards the kitchen to get a drink. Leaning heavily against the wall, the dancer slowly shuffled down the hallway. He could hear his dongsaengs bicker as they made breakfast, unaware of their hyung's presence. As he got closer to the kitchen, Minho was eventually forced to let go of the wall, reassuring himself that it wasn't that far and no matter how dizzy he was, he could manage if he just slowly placed one foot in front of the other.