❥・𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖉・❥

・❥ Sick day

Knocking on the door I feel my heart beat a little louder, I was quite worried.

Junho texted me earlier today, he told me he had fallen ill and I immediately got into my car to drive over to his house.

*I guess he's not gonna be in office for the next few days... poor thing.*

The door opens and I'm met with a red faced junho looking hazily at me.

"Hello." He says, his voice low and nasally.

"Hi." I say, "a-are you... are you alright?"

He nods, smirking at me, "I'm okay right now."

"Is it serious?"

"No, it's just a cold, the doctor just said to take medicine and get lots of rest."

I sigh, "Well that's good."

I walk into his house, the air conditioning on a low setting yet the house was still cold, he sits down on the couch, leaning back.

I could tell he was shirtless under his black robe, maybe that's why the house was so cold.

"Were you sleeping before I came?" I ask, "I was."

"Oh I'm sorry! I didn't mean to disturb you—"

He starts laughing, my body perking up as his blue and green orbs fell on me, "You're acting so strange today Goldie, it's cute."

*Cute!?*

"You need to watch yourself." I cross my arms, "I'm just worried about your well-being!" He chuckles, "Thank you for worrying."

"Besides. I only came here to help out, you're by yourself so having someone take care of you will surely boast your healing time!"

His eyes widen, "You want to take care of me?"

I giggle, "Yes I do! Don't worry I'm a good nurse." He smiles, "I wasn't doubting you."

"I'm just surprised you offered."

I blush looking down, junho wasn't acting different yet I felt so flustered.

He goes back into his room, closing the door.

I told him to go back to sleep while I made him some food and got ready to take care of him.

While he was in the room, I look through his fridge to see if I could cook something for him, his fridge was packed with lots of foods and ingredients, I could tell he cooked for himself as well.

*Okay! I can definitely cook what I'm thinking!*

A couple minutes go by and I put the bowl on the wooden tray, walking carefully up the stairs and opening his bedroom door lightly.

"Junho, I made you some food." The humidifier was on so the room was warm, he rolls over in bed turning on the bedside lamp, "What is it?"

"Well, back when I would get sick, my aunt would make her homemade gumbo for me, I remember it fondly..."

I continue, "When I got older she gave me the recipe, so I thought I would make it for you."

He smiles at me sitting up, "That's so sweet of you, I don't think I've ever had this before."

I put my hands on my hips after setting it down in front of him, "Well you better prepare yourself! You're getting a taste of New Orleans with each bite!" I smile, "Or at least that's what my aunt always says."

Something about the way he smiled and stared at me as I talked made my cheeks warm up.

*I am blushing or am I sweating from how hot it is?*