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Dunk had called Joong because he hadn't known who else to call. On the phone, he'd pleaded with Joong to pick up some sort of medication that could help, even if it was just a little bit. Joong, of course, had already been on his way and was standing in the checkout line at the pharmacy.
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Barely in the front door and Joong was getting Dunk's medicine ready and giving it to him, making sure he followed it directly with water.
He bent down to touch Dunk's cheek softly and felt a feverish heat under his fingers. "Take your shirt off." Joong told him, holding his face in his hands for a few seconds. "I'm cold." Dunk whined, looking up at him with a pout in his eyes, Joong's hand squishing his cheeks. Joong moves his hand, rubbing his thumb over Dunk's cheek. "I know, but you have a fever my love. I'll hold you, okay?"
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As Joong pulled Dunk into his arms and his fingertips pressed against Dunk's skin, he realizes just how hot he is. Though Dunk is shivering, his skin is hot to the touch.
Joong cradles Dunk in his arms, almost like a baby, brushing hair from his sweaty forehead. "You feel like you're on fire," Joong mumbles, pressing the back of his hand against Dunk's forehead. Dunk whimpers softly, resting his cheek on Joong's shoulder.
Joong pulls a blanket over Dunk, stroking his face softly. "You can go to sleep," he murmurs softly, holding Dunk's face in his hands. "Geçmiş olsun." Though he's exhausted, Dunk tilts his face towards Joong, and asks, "What does that mean?" Joong gives him a soft smile. "It means, 'get well soon'." Dunk smiles sleepily. "I like when you speak Turkish to me. It makes me feel special." "Sen özelsin— you are special." Joong brushes his fingers through Dunk's hair. Dunk raises his hand, touching Joong's nose lightly as he looks at him, a sleepy, soft half-smile on his lips.
Dunk wants to protest that Joong is here and holding him— he doesn't want him to get sick, too; but at the same time, he's grateful that Joong is here to hold him. Joong's touches against his skin are so light and gentle.
"Seni seviyorum," Dunk mumbles, looking at Joong for his reaction. Smiling, Joong kisses Dunk's forehead. "I love you, too, Dunk." Joong loves that Dunk has taken an interest in occasionally speaking Turkish with him.
He knows that he shouldn't, but still he presses his lips against Dunk's lightly. The kiss is short and it doesn't last long, but still they both smile at each other when they pull back.
Joong wraps his arms around Dunk tighter and watches him as he falls asleep and then, he lets himself fall asleep, holding Dunk close in his arms.
