Fluffy SKZ Oneshots EP.2🧸

Too feverish to think 🌡️

Sickie: Changbin

Caregiver: Seungmin

No one’s POV.:

Drumming his fingers on the table, Seungmin checked the time again and huffed in annoyance. It had been an eternity since him and Changbin had last been on a date, their busy schedules making it almost impossible to take care of their relationship. Considering how difficult it was to find an opportunity to go on a date, one would believe that they’d cherish each and every chance they got but in reality, Changbin had stood Seungmin up on two previous occasions because he had lost track of time while working with 3racha. He had promised the younger that it wouldn't happen again, even going as far as to make reservations for a table at the vocalist’s favorite restaurant to make up for the screw ups. Yet, here Seungmin was, sitting at their reserved table alone.

The couple had had alternating schedules today, so Seungmin hadn’t seen the rapper since the day before. They had agreed in advance to just meet up at the restaurant because it’d be easiest but Seungmin should’ve known better. Changbin wouldn’t leave the studio if he didn’t go there personally to drag his boyfriend away. Maybe it was his mistake. He should’ve gone and picked Changbin up to make sure the other would be ready in time for their date. At the same time, they were both adults, so Seungmin didn’t feel responsible to manage the rapper’s time. If Changbin really cared, he’d make an effort to not stand him up for the third time. It seemed they needed to have a talk about where their relationship was going and if they had similar expectations.

While 3racha had been working at the studio, Changbin had felt increasingly rundown. He had already felt a little off when he had woken up that morning but it was nothing too concerning to him. It did make it a little difficult for him to focus on his work but that couldn’t be helped. Over the course of the day, Changbin developed a stomachache and eventually his palm didn’t leave his middle anymore, the gentle pressure easing the pain the slightest bit. “Seriously, Bin”, Chan sighed, “We’re almost done here. Why don’t you just go home and lay down? Hannie and I can finish up here on our own, while you get some rest. You really don’t look good.”

“Ugh, I’m sore as hell”, Changbin groaned when Jisung stood behind his chair and kneaded his tense shoulders. Moving one hand from his hyung’s shoulder to his neck, the younger added: “That might be the fever. You feel pretty warm to me. I agree with Chan-hyung. We can handle it and you need rest.” It only took a few more minutes for Chan and Jisung to convince their friend to leave. Mainly because the ache in his stomach was slowly turning to cramps and he doubted he’d be able to walk to the exit if it got any worse.

Somewhere at the back of his mind, Changbin remembered his date with Seungmin and forced himself to brew a cup of tea. He could take something for the fever later before he had to leave. The fever wasn’t his main concern at the moment but he really needed to fix his stomach if he wanted to be able to go out tonight. Changbin knew that he had stood Seungmin up the past two times they had made plans because he had gotten distracted by his work, so he really wanted this date to go perfectly to prove the younger that their relationship was his priority.

Changbin winced as he settled on his bed and weakly lifted the cup to his lips. The warm drink soothed the cramps, though the liquid sloshed around uncomfortably in his stomach. Checking the time, Changbin decided that he had enough time to take a little nap after finishing his tea, so he’d hopefully be able to sleep off the pain before his date. Oh, how he wished Seungmin was here right now. The boy’s cuddles would probably work wonders, at least, for the ache that had spread through his entire body.

The room was hot and stuffy when Changbin woke up again, making it hard to breathe. Blearily blinking up at the ceiling, the rapper huffed a nauseous breath and felt around the bed for his phone. He had wanted to check the time but his hands only met sweat-damp sheets. Before Changbin could get his bearings, his stomach turned and he shakily rolled out of bed. The motion sent his head spinning and he trembled as he caught himself on the doorframe, swallowing down the saliva that rapidly filled his mouth. He didn’t even have the time to turn on the light before he clutched the sink and retched.