Lego monkie kid oneshots

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SORRY FOR THE WHORT HITAUS IM TRYIGN TO MAKE A SCHEDULE FOR MY POSTING SINCE THEY ARE RANDOM NOW A DAYS, PLANNING TO POST EVERY THURSDAY AND SATURDAY THO

The day started off like any other. MK woke up to the sound of his alarm blaring in his ear, groggily reaching over to turn it off. But as soon as he sat up, a wave of dizziness washed over him, making his vision swim. He blinked a few times, trying to clear his head, but the world continued to spin.

"Ugh... not good," MK muttered to himself, rubbing his forehead. His throat felt scratchy, and his body ached like he'd been through one of Wukong's intense training sessions. He swallowed, only to wince at the pain that shot through his throat.

Great. Just what he needed—a cold.

Dragging himself out of bed, MK shuffled to the bathroom, where he splashed cold water on his face in hopes of feeling somewhat human again. It didn't help much. His reflection in the mirror showed dark circles under his eyes, and his normally bright skin looked pale and clammy.

"Maybe I should just stay in bed," he thought, but before he could convince himself, his phone buzzed on the counter. It was a message from Redson.

Redson: Morning. Are we still on for lunch? I have some free time today, and I thought we could try that new noodle place.

MK groaned, staring at the message. As much as he wanted to spend time with Redson, he felt like a truck had run him over. But the thought of canceling on his boyfriend made his chest ache in a way that had nothing to do with the illness.

MK: Hey, Redson. I'm not feeling too great today. Might have to take a rain check on lunch. Sorry...

The reply came almost instantly.

Redson: Not feeling well? What's wrong?

MK: Just a cold, I think. I'll be fine. Don't worry about it.

He knew Redson well enough to expect the next response, and sure enough, within minutes, his phone buzzed again.

Redson: I'm coming over. Stay in bed.

MK blinked at the message, part of him wanting to protest, but he was too exhausted to argue. He sent a quick reply of agreement and then shuffled back to his bed, collapsing onto the mattress with a heavy sigh. His head throbbed, and he curled up under the blankets, shivering despite the warmth.

It wasn't long before he heard the familiar sound of his front door creaking open. Redson had a spare key, of course—he was nothing if not prepared. MK heard the sound of footsteps coming closer, and then the door to his bedroom quietly creaked open.

"MK?" Redson's voice was soft, and MK cracked open one eye to see his boyfriend standing in the doorway, concern etched on his face. The usually fiery demon looked almost out of place, holding a plastic bag that undoubtedly contained a multitude of items to combat whatever illness MK had.

"Hey," MK croaked, his voice hoarse. "You didn't have to come over, you know. I'm fine, really."

Redson huffed, setting the bag down on the bedside table before sitting on the edge of the bed. "Don't be ridiculous. You're clearly not fine. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't take care of you?"

MK couldn't help but smile, despite feeling like absolute garbage. Redson had a way of being both commanding and caring at the same time, and right now, it was exactly what he needed.

"I brought you some medicine," Redson continued, rummaging through the bag. "And some soup. You need to keep your strength up. And I called your work to let them know you're taking a sick day."

"Wow, you really thought of everything," MK said, his voice tinged with gratitude.

Redson finally pulled out a small bottle of medicine, pouring some into the cap before handing it to MK. "Of course I did. Now, take this. It'll help with the fever."

MK obediently swallowed the medicine, wincing at the bitter taste. But he felt a little better knowing that Redson was here, taking care of him. It was a rare moment of vulnerability for MK, who was usually the one saving the day, but Redson's presence made it easier to just... let go.

"Thanks, Redson," MK murmured, leaning back against the pillows. His eyes were already starting to droop, the medicine working quickly to ease his discomfort.

"Don't mention it," Redson replied, his tone softer now. He reached out to brush a few strands of hair away from MK's forehead, his touch gentle and reassuring. "Just rest. I'll be right here if you need anything."

MK nodded, his eyelids growing heavier by the second. The warmth of the blankets, combined with Redson's calming presence, made it impossible to stay awake any longer. As he drifted off to sleep, the last thing he heard was the sound of Redson's voice, a comforting murmur in the background.

"I'll take care of you, MK. Just rest..."

MK's dreams were a hazy blur, but through it all, he felt safe. When he woke up hours later, the first thing he saw was Redson sitting by his bedside, a book in hand, his gaze focused intently on the pages. Despite the dim light, the sight filled MK with a warmth that no fever could match.

"Redson...?" MK's voice was still hoarse, but it was stronger than before.

Redson looked up, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Feeling better?"

"A little," MK admitted. "Thanks for staying."

Redson closed the book and leaned closer, his hand resting on MK's arm. "I'll stay as long as you need me to, MK. You're important to me."

MK's heart swelled at those words, and he gave Redson a tired but genuine smile. "You're important to me too."

They sat there in comfortable silence, the illness no longer feeling as overwhelming with Redson by his side. And as MK drifted back to sleep, he knew that, no matter what, Redson would always be there to take care of him.

I LOVE THIS FIC SO MICH MATES IF IM BEING HONEST SPICYNOODLE IS JUST THE BEST SHIP OFC SHADOWPEACH IS BETTER ,anyway see yall on saturday.