Y/n lay on the sofa, cocooned within a soft blanket, her face flushed with illness. Her eyes, usually bright, were now dulled with fatigue. The quiet hum of the room was disrupted by the energetic entrance of Hobi, her boyfriend. He danced in with his usual flair, moving to an imaginary beat, but his steps faltered as he caught sight of Y/n.
"Honey, are you okay?" Hobi's voice softened with concern as he hurried to Y/n's side, his dance forgotten. He knelt beside her, gently brushing her hair back.
Y/n managed a weak smile, her voice hoarse. "Just a bit under the weather, Hobi. Nothing serious."
Hobi's expression was a mix of worry and determination. "I'll take care of you, love. Let me make you some tea and soup. You just relax here, okay?"
Y/n nodded gratefully, watching as Hobi darted off to the kitchen. She wrapped herself tighter in the blanket, feeling a surge of warmth not just from the fabric but from Hobi's unwavering care and affection.
Hobi returned with a steaming mug of herbal tea, its aroma filling the room with a comforting fragrance. He settled next to Y/n, handing her the cup with a reassuring smile.
"Here, drink this. It'll help you feel better," Hobi said, his eyes fixed on her.
Y/n sipped the tea gratefully, the warmth soothing her throat. Hobi's presence beside her was a balm, his concern palpable.
"How did this happen, love? You catching a cold?" Hobi inquired gently, his hand reaching out to touch her forehead.
Y/n nodded slightly. "I think it was when I walked home in the rain yesterday. I didn't have an umbrella."
Hobi's expression shifted to a playful scold. "Aish, Y/n! You should've called me. I would have come to pick you up. You silly Pabo." He chuckled softly, planting a tender kiss on her forehead.
Y/n chuckled weakly, feeling the affection in his teasing. "I know, Hobi. I'll remember next time."
They sat there in a comfortable silence, Y/n feeling the warmth of the tea and Hobi's unwavering care enveloping her like a protective shield against the sickness.
Hobi's energy was infectious, even in the midst of cooking. As he moved around the kitchen, he couldn't help but add a little dance step here and there, turning mundane tasks into a mini-performance. He'd become so engrossed in the choreography of chopping vegetables that he didn't notice Y/n shuffling into the kitchen until she leaned against the island, watching him with a fond smile.
"Didn't know I had a personal chef and a dance show all in one," Y/n teased gently, amusement twinkling in her eyes.
Hobi flashed her a grin, the rhythm of his movements never faltering. "Well, you know me, babe! Can't stop the dance even when I'm cooking."
She admired his passion and dedication, seeing him effortlessly transition between chef and dance leader. With each movement, he weaved in a step or a twirl, his whole being radiating joy.
"Care to join me?" Hobi extended a hand toward Y/n, inviting her into his impromptu kitchen performance.
Y/n laughed softly, her cheeks flushing with both fever and delight. "Maybe later, Hobi. For now, I'll just enjoy the show."
They shared a moment, Hobi's dance-filled cooking routine becoming a unique expression of love and lightheartedness in their home.
Hobi finished up the meal, placing the dishes on the table as he turned to Y/n with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Come on, Y/n, let's swap some moves. Show me what you've got!"
Though feeling a bit under the weather, Y/n couldn't resist her boyfriend's infectious enthusiasm. With a playful smile, she joined him in the open space of the kitchen, mirroring some of the steps they'd been practicing together.
Their movements flowed effortlessly as they traded dance sequences, Hobi showcasing BTS-style choreography, while Y/n incorporated her own flair, blending various dance genres into her routine.
Hobi's eyes lit up with excitement. "Wow, Y/nnie! That was amazing! Your style is so versatile. I love it!"
Y/n beamed at the praise, grateful for the opportunity to share this passion with Hobi. "Thanks! But you're the one who brings so much energy and precision to your moves. It's inspiring."
They continued to exchange steps and movements, learning from each other's unique styles. Despite the illness lingering, Y/n found solace in the shared joy of dancing with Hobi, their laughter and the exchange of steps creating a vibrant, loving atmosphere in their home.
Y/n, feeling drained from the day's events, decided it was best to rest early. She bid Hobi goodnight and made her way to the bedroom, snuggling into the covers, seeking solace in the comfort of her bed.
Meanwhile, Hobi took charge of clearing up the dinner mess in the kitchen, his cheerful demeanor undiminished despite the workload. With a smile on his face, he tidied everything up before heading to the bedroom.
As Hobi entered the room, Y/n turned to him with a faint smile. "Hey, maybe we shouldn't cuddle tonight. I don't want you to catch what I have."
Hobi's expression softened as he approached the bed. "I don't care about that, love. I just want to be close to you." He gently crawled into bed, wrapping his arms around Y/n, careful not to disturb her too much.
Y/n sighed softly, feeling the warmth of his embrace despite her concerns. She nestled into his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat, finding comfort in his presence. "You're too stubborn, Hobi."
He chuckled softly, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Only when it comes to you, my love."
They lay there, intertwined, finding solace in each other's arms, even amidst the worry of illness. Hobi's unwavering affection provided a sense of reassurance and love, creating a cocoon of warmth that eased Y/n's discomfort, allowing her to drift off into a restful sleep.
