minsung oneshots

go to bed

you guys, i just might be cooking up something really crazy

so this chapter is a bit of a filler until i finish my creation 😈😈😈

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jisung woke up in the middle of the night covered in a layer of sweat. His stomach churned and his head felt like a spinning top. He groaned and dragged himself out of his bed. He knew that he was sick, that feeling of disgust rose inside his body.

jisung ran to the bathroom to empty his stomach, he felt light-headed. He was cold and hot all at the same time and it was so disorienting. He saw the room turn blurry then he felt himself falling back, then nothing.

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When he woke up, he was lying on his bed with a cold rag over his forehead. He saw minho sitting next to him on the bed. Jisung couldn't help but giggle. "Minnie! what are you doing here!?"

Minho sighed, too suckered by Jisung's cuteness to be serious, "I'm here making sure you don't die, baby." After coming home to his boyfriend passed out in the bathroom, pale and sweaty, Minho had a small panic attack. When his hands touched Jisung's skin, he was shocked at how hot it was. So minho recalled everything that he had learned from his mother about taking care of sick people and applied it all to Jisung. 

Minho took his temperature to make sure that Jisung wasn't in serious danger, and while it was higher than normal, it wasn't serious enough to rush him to the emergency room like he wanted to in the beginning. And since Jisung woke up soon after with wide eyes, Minho knew that the black out was a side effect of the fever along with the fact that Jisung hadn't eaten dinner or lunch the previous day.

Now he was sitting here in a chair, watching over Jisung. And now his sick boyfriend was awake and completely out of it.

Jisung stood up, disregarding the towel falling from his face. "Why would I die? I'm perfect, perfect people don't die Minho. Duh."

Minho walked over to his delirious boyfriend, "Jisung, lay back down." Jisung crossed his arms, "Um, actually no babe. I don't want to, it's so fucking hot in here. Did you mess wit the a/c again?"

He walked out of the room and into the living room. "Bro, it's hot!" he whined flopping onto the couch and tugging at his clothes. Minho followed him out, hoping that he didn't faint again. Jisung was rarely ever sick, but when he was, his braincells went on vacation. All sense just left him.

Minho looked jisung up and down, taking in his comment and appearance. "Jisung, you should take a cold shower. You look a little hot right now."

Jisung sat up from the couch and side-eyed his boyfriend. "Bitch? A little? Right now? I'm always fucking hot. ALL THE TIME, babe."

Minho said nothing. There was nothing to say to that. Jisung sauntered back into their room, falling face first on the bed. Minho just stood in the living room, contemplating on whether he should call chan to take care of Jisung and leave or stay with his delusional boyfriend.

"MINHO!!!! COME HERE!!! " a minute of silence. "PLEASE?"

Minho walked into the room, jisung had covered himself with every blanket that was in the room. "Minho? It's really cold. Can you lay with me." His voice wavered, but even from the door, minho could see the beads of sweat on jisung's face. Minho sat next to his boyfriend who was looking incredibly cute wrapped in blankets. 

He was tempted to cuddle him, but jisung needed to eat and take some medicine, maybe a cold shower. So Minho tried all he could to get Jisung to leave his cave of blankets. "If you eat a little and take a shower, I'll cuddle you for the rest of the day. Deal?"