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꒷︶†︶꒷˚̣̣̣︶ ͡𑁬♱໒ ͡ ︶˚̣̣̣꒷︶†︶꒷
𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓇𝒹 𝓅ℯ𝓇𝓈ℴ𝓃'𝓈 𝓅ℴ𝓋:
꒷︶†︶꒷˚̣̣̣︶ ͡𑁬★໒ ͡ ︶˚̣̣̣꒷︶†︶꒷
The morning sun streamed through the window, painting the room in a warm, golden glow. stretched and yawned, his eyes fluttering open. It was 7 AM, and he was already in the mood for a productive day. He padded into the kitchen, humming a tune as he reached for the milk carton. He was about to whip up his usual breakfast – cereal and chocolate milk – when his phone buzzed. It was Soobin.
'Morning, Beom,' Soobin's voice crackled through the speaker.
'Morning, hyung,' Beomgyu replied, his voice still thick with sleep.
'Can you wake Yeonjun up for his dance practice?' Soobin asked, his voice laced with a hint of urgency.
Beomgyu blinked, a wave of confusion washing over him. 'Umm, ok?' he stammered, his mind still foggy from sleep. 'Why?'
'He's supposed to be at the studio in an hour. There is traffic, and I can't make it in time,' Soobin explained. 'Thanks, Beomgyu,'
'Ok, bye,' Beomgyu mumbled, hanging up the phone. He glanced at the milk carton, then at the door leading to Yeonjun's room.
He remembered the previous night. Yeonjun had been feeling under the weather, and Beomgyu, ever the caring friend made yeonjun sleep in his bed , his head resting on Beomgyu's chest. Beomgyu's heart fluttered at the memory.
He entered Yeonjun's room, a warm smile playing on his lips. Yeonjun was sprawled out on the bed, his face buried in the pillow. Beomgyu chuckled, his heart swelling with affection. Yeonjun looked so peaceful, so vulnerable.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, gently cupping Yeonjun's face in his hands. Yeonjun's skin was warm, his cheeks flushed. Beomgyu stared at him, mesmerized. He was so beautiful, even when he was sleeping.
'Yeonjun,' he whispered, his voice soft and gentle. 'Wake up, hyung. You have practice.'
Yeonjun stirred, groaning softly. His eyes fluttered open, revealing a deep, tired gaze. 'Mhmm,' he mumbled, his voice raspy.
'Yeonjun, are you okay?' Beomgyu asked, his concern evident in his voice.
Yeonjun closed his eyes again, snuggling back into the blanket. Beomgyu knew something was wrong. He placed his hand on Yeonjun's forehead, and his face flushed yeonjun was burning up.
'I don't think you're going to practice anymore, hyung,' Beomgyu said, his voice tinged with sadness.
Yeonjun just nodded slightly and drifted back to sleep. Beomgyu frowned. He felt a knot of worry twist in his stomach. He needed to tell Soobin.
He grabbed his phone and called Soobin, explaining the situation. Soobin, understanding and supportive, told him to take care of Yeonjun and not to worry about practice.
Beomgyu hung up the phone and turned back to Yeonjun. He gently helped him sit up, then guided him to the couch. He grabbed a blanket and a pillow, making sure Yeonjun was comfortable. He placed a soft kiss on his forehead, a gesture of comfort and care.
He went back to the kitchen, determined to make something nourishing for his sick friend. He decided on a bowl of japchae, a comforting dish. As he cooked, he couldn't help but worry about Yeonjun. He hoped he wouldn't be too sick for too long.
Beomgyu finished cooking and carried the steaming bowl of food into the living room. Yeonjun was still asleep, his breathing shallow and uneven. Beomgyu gently shook him awake.
'Yeonjun, hyung,' he whispered. 'Wake up, I made you something to eat.'
Yeonjun's eyes opened, hazy and unfocused. He looked at Beomgyu, his vision blurry.
'What is that?' he asked, his voice hoarse.
'Japchae,' Beomgyu said, smiling. 'It's good for you.'
Yeonjun nodded, his body aching with exhaustion. He tried to sit up, but his head spun.
'I can't,' he mumbled, sinking back into the cushions.
Beomgyu knew he couldn't let Yeonjun struggle. He settled him comfortably, then insisted on feeding him. Yeonjun, too weak to protest, allowed Beomgyu to spoon-feed him the warm japchae, yeonjun ate then beomgyu helped him to bed.
Beomgyu grabbed a wet towel and gently placed it on his forehead, hoping to lower his temperature. Yeonjun closed his eyes, his breathing slowing and deepening. He looked so fragile, so helpless.
As he turned to leave, he felt a tug on his t-shirt.
He turned to see Yeonjun looking at him, his eyes filled with a mixture of vulnerability and longing.
'Mhhhm,' Yeonjun mumbled, his voice barely audible. 'Stay.'
Beomgyu hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the heat radiating from Yeonjun's body, and he couldn't help but be drawn to him.
'What?' he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
'Can we cuddle like last night, please?' Yeonjun asked, his voice laced with a hint of desperation.
Beomgyu hesitated for a moment before nodding. He slipped into bed and Yeonjun immediately curled up against him, his head resting on Beomgyu's chest. Beomgyu wrapped his arms around his friend, feeling an overwhelming sense of protectiveness and love.
As they lay there in the quiet comfort of the bedroom, Beomgyu realized that his feelings for Yeonjun had always been more than just friendship. His heart skipped a beat when Yeonjun's warm breath brushed against his neck.
'Beomgyu-ah,' Yeonjun whispered, his voice raspy with sickness. 'I'm glad it's you.'
Beomgyu's breath caught in his throat. 'Why?' he asked, his voice trembling.
'Because... I love you,' Yeonjun confessed, his eyes looking at him innocently.
Beomgyu's heart soared. He had never imagined that his best friend would return his feelings. 'I love you too, Yeonjun,' he whispered, his lips brushing against Yeonjun's.
But ,yeonjun bearly sat properly and held beomgyu's face then, he kissed him. The kiss was filled with love and untold feelings
Yeonjun let go and went back to snuggle to beomgyu's chest beomgyu held him closely
And they slept
ℰ𝒩𝒟 ________
a/n : do i write a one where beomgyu is sick? Or Do i write a angst/fluff chapter?
