minho wasn't feeling well, and decided to not bother jisung. he babied him all day, so why make jisung continue to help him.
every time jisung would sit, he would ask for something else. and since minho never asked for help, jisung would gladly do it.
jisung laid on the bed and minho sighed. "ji?" the younger glanced up and smiled. "yes, my love?"
"i'm sorry, but can you get me the heating pack? my stomach's not feeling well."
"of course, min. don't be sorry." he stood up, and went into the kitchen to heat it up.
minho already felt bad.
he came back, sitting down again and pulling up minho's sweater to lay the heat pack there. "too hot?"
minho shook his head. "thank you, ji." he decided to break between since it would be annoying to do it consistently.
after about 5 minutes, minho sighed again. jisung knew that sigh. "what do you need, min?"
"more ibuprofen?"
jisung kissed his cheek before getting up again. he would do everything minho wanted when he wasn't feeling good.
minho never let him take care of him ever. so he took the chance to now.
he handed minho the ibuprofen and stayed standing. "anything else before i sleep?"
minho smiled, before shaking his head. the second jisung hit the bed, he fell asleep.
minho needed a cold towel for his sweating forehead. he got off the bed, body shaking and legs wobbling as he went to the kitchen.
he ran the cloth under cold water and exhaled slowly as the dizziness hit him. he turned off the water and wrung out the towel.
his back hit the wall, slowly sliding down it. he was so fucking dizzy. but he could not keep bothering jisung.
his vision darkened and he passed out.
jisung opened his eyes, blindly reaching out for minho. his hand was met with the sheets wherever it moved and he sat up.
"min?"
he got out of bed and walked out of the room. he didn't see him anywhere and furrowed his eyebrows.
as he turned around he saw minho sitting against the wall. "min, fuck. why wouldn't you wake me."
he crouched down, cupping minho's cheeks.
he was sweating.
he took the cloth from minho's hand, softly wiping around his face. minho fainted quite a bit, so jisung wasn't too worried.
minho opened his eyes. defeat present in his features. "sorry, ji. didn't want to bother you."
jisung sighed, helping him stand. keeping his arm around his waist, he helped him back to the bedroom.
"min, i've told you before. if you need help, you get me. that's what i'm here for."
he kissed him, before laying minho under the covers. "i'm going to run the cloth under cool water agin, i'll be back. try to get some sleep."
