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"woah, easy there," yeosang says to you as you have another coughing fit. he pats your back as you go through your fit. "think you can eat?" he asks.
you nod, "yea," you reply. "i'll make it myself, babe," you say to him.
he shakes his head. "just take a break. i'll make you something," he says to you. he gets off of the bed and leaves the room with a sense of hurry in his movement.
you grab your water bottle and take a sip. as you sit in bed, you hear yeosang doing stuff in the kitchen since the door is open.
you grab the bottle of cough syrup on the nightstand and realize that you're going to run out, so you get up and throw on your coat. you leave the room and pop your head into the kitchen.
"hey, i'm gonna go buy more cough syrup," you say to yeosang. he turns his head.
"huh? i can go buy it," yeosang says to you, putting down a container with some leftovers in. it. "i'll go buy more after i'm done making dinner."
"no, babe, it's fine," you say to him.
"no, no, no," yeosang says and walks over to you. "go rest."
"i've been stuck in here all day," you remind him, "i won't take that long."
he sighs in response. "okay. go," he says, quickly giving in, "but get back here quickly."
you smile, "i'll be back," you say to him.
you leave your house and walk a few blocks to reach a small market. when you go inside, you grab a basket and go into the medicine aisle first, where you grab a bottle of cough syrup.
you look around the store for a second and grab a few more items. after you pay, you walk back home. it's freezing cold, but the walk isn't bad and your trip to the market was fairly quick.
however, once you get home, you see yeosang waiting by the front door. he opens the door when he sees you.
"why were you up here?" you ask him.
"i was worried. i texted you to buy snacks, but your phone was in the room," he replies and holds his hand out as you approach him. he grabs the bag and both of you go inside. "food's ready," he mentions.
you take your coat off, throwing it onto the couch in the living room. both of you go into the kitchen, and you sit down at the table while yeosang goes to the stove. he brings you some food.
"thanks, babe," you say to him as he walks back to the stove to make another plate of food.
"mhm," he hums. "there's extra if you want to eat more." suddenly, he realizes something, "oh!" he takes a few steps to the side. you watch him pour water from a kettle into a mug and add a tea packet. "here," he says and brings the mug to you, "this is a good tea to drink when you're sick."
you smile, "thanks. i wanted something warm to drink," you mention.
all of a sudden, you feel yourself about to have a coughing fit and turn away. you cough a few times before stopping.
"you okay?" yeosang asks you.
you nod, "yea, i'm good."
"hmm...hopefully you get better soon. i hate seeing you sick," yeosang comments with a frown.
"well, i'm miserable if you're wondering," you say to him as you move the mug closer to you. you lift the tea packet a few times but leave it in the mug.
"well, hopefully you get better soon. i don't like seeing my cutie pie miserable," he replies, "so tell your sickness to go away."
you laugh and nod. "okay, i'll tell my sickness to go away."
"good."
"yeosang," you call his name, "thank you."
he smiles, "no need, baby. just get better soon."
