"Wooyoung, it's still early. Stop moving," Yunho muttered, wrapping his arms around Wooyoung's waist and kissing his forehead.
"My nose is stuffed, my leg hurts, and my stomach is going to eat itself because of hunger," Wooyoung sniffled, wiping the tears on Yunho's shirt
"I don't like this," he whispered, pushing the pillows away and blanket up. "It's cold, my body hurts, and i can't breathe properly." He let out a frustrated sigh, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over him.
Yunho tightened his hold, offering warmth as best as he could. "I know, baby. Just a little longer, okay? Let’s try to rest, and then we can figure out what to do about your stomach," he said softly, rubbing small circles on Wooyoung's back.
Wooyoung leaned into Yunho, seeking comfort. "What if I can't sleep?" he murmured, his voice muffled against Yunho's shoulder.
"Then I'll keep you company," Yunho replied, gently stroking Wooyoung's hair. "We can watch something or talk, but you have to at least try to relax. You need to take care of yourself."
With a reluctant nod, Wooyoung settled back against Yunho. The warmth of his boyfriend’s body was soothing, even if the irritation of his cold lingered. "You promise to stay?"
"Always," Yunho smiled, adjusting the blanket around them. "Let’s try to forget about the world outside for a bit. Just focus on us."
Wooyoung closed his eyes, allowing the sound of Yunho’s heartbeat to lull him into a calm state. “Okay… but if I start to feel worse, you have to take me to the doctor.”
“Deal,” Yunho chuckled softly, planting another gentle kiss on Wooyoung's forehead as they both slowly drifted into a peaceful rest.
×
Wooyoung, unfortunately, woke up again a few hours later with still stuffed nose and a heat radiating off of his body.
"Yuyu," he whispered, nudging Yunho gently with his elbow. His voice was hoarse and thick, the congestion not letting up. "Yunho, I think I'm getting worse."
Yunho stirred, blinking sleep from his eyes. The dim light seeping through the curtains reminded him of how late it was getting. "Hey, Wooyoung, what's wrong?" he asked, voice still heavy with sleep.
"I feel really hot," Wooyoung admitted, a frown creasing his forehead. "And my throat hurts. I don't think I can just sleep this off." He sniffled again, the discomfort too much to ignore.
Yunho's heart sank at the sound of his boyfriend’s distressed tone. “Okay, okay. Let’s check your temperature first,” he said, quickly sitting up. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and reached for the thermometer on the nightstand.
As Yunho took Wooyoung’s temperature, he felt a knot tighten in his stomach. “Just a little more,” he urged while Wooyoung shifted anxiously beside him.
After a few agonizing seconds, the thermometer beeped. Yunho glanced at it, his frown deepening. “You have a fever. We need to get you some medicine.”
“I don’t want to go anywhere,” Wooyoung protested weakly, curling back under the covers like a small ball. “Everything hurts, and I feel so tired…”
Yunho scooted closer, his expression softening as he placed a comforting hand on Wooyoung's forehead. “I know, love. But we need to bring that fever down. Let me take care of you, okay? I’ll get you some medicine and hot soup. You just need to rest.”
With a reluctant sigh, Wooyoung nodded. “Will you come back right away?”
“Of course. I’ll be back before you know it,” Yunho promised, leaning down to place another kiss on Wooyoung’s forehead before standing up and heading towards the door. “I’ll be quick.”
