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Burning up [OJ x Paper]

Requested by: @Sekana_418

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OJ slowly woke up from his slumber, feeling a slight soreness all throughout his own body. He groaned as he attempted to sit up, but immediately laid back down as he felt a sharp pain through his head. He put his hand to the side of his head, rubbing it in an attempt to soothe it. What a way to start his morning.

He settled in the sheets for a bit, his head swirling with a million thoughts. His body was sore as he realized how warm his body was. Maybe it was just a problem with the air conditioning? At least that's what he tried to convince himself. It didn't take long for Paper to notice that OJ was in fact already awake and definitely not ready for the day.

"Ah– Good morning dear!" Paper beamed, glancing from the crook of the bathroom door as he quickly finished getting ready for the day. OJ could only mumble something incoherent in response, burying his face back into the pillow. Paper left the bathroom as he crawled back into bed, presumably to check up on OJ and actually wake him up. He wasn't much of a morning person, so he always checked if he was unwell; just in case.

"Cmon, you need to wake up silly..." Paper gently shifted OJ's body, trying to make him face him; He wouldn't budge. OJ faced his own body away from Paper, lightly gripping at his own head. Paper's body immediately stiffened as he noticed something awfully wrong with him. He wasn't sick, was he? That would be a nightmare for the both of them, especially OJ.

"OJ? You alright?" Paper gently asked, inching closer to his body to get a better look at him.

"I'm fine. Just– tired–" He dismissed, swinging his legs to the side of the bed. As soon as his legs touched the floor, he felt a wave of nausea hit him. Paper immediately gripped his shoulders to support his body, turning him around to face him.

"Wait," He paused. "Something's wrong with you, isn't it?"

He observed him for a moment as OJ had a confused look on his face. "...Why are you looking at me like that...?" OJ said as he pretended to be clueless. Paper ignored his question as he put the back of his hand over his forehead, checking if he had some sort of fever. He was in fact burning up; you could probably fry an egg on him if you wanted to. He pulled his hand away as he looked at him in concern.

"God you're burning up..."

"I'll be fine, seriously–" He could feel OJ attempting to get out of bed again, but he firmly pushed him back down onto the bed. "You're sick, you are not fine OJ." He insisted. "You aren't going anywhere except back to bed."

"I can't just lay down right now, I have things to do." He could hear the fatigue in his voice as he continued to talk. Paper knew that he needed some rest badly, especially since he was unfortunately a big workaholic. It was just a big part of him.

"The work can wait. You're resting today, and that's final." Paper cupped his face, OJ slightly leaning into the touch immediately. Paper felt a rush of affection at his small reaction, but he needed to focus. He couldn't just let this go.

"But–" Paper silenced him with a gentle but firm hug, pulling him back in bed as OJ's face was pressed up against his chest. OJ couldn't help but slowly melt in the hug, the warmth comforting his rather sore body. Paper could feel the tension leaving the other's body.

"I'll cover for you, go to sleep." Paper repeated firmly, making sure that he wasn't able to go anywhere. He attempted to squirm out of his embrace, but to no avail. After a while of struggling, he groaned and just settled in the warmth of the hug. Whatever, he couldn't complain anyway; his hugs were nice.

"There we go." He said with satisfaction, loosening up the embrace and laying down OJ. He had already missed hugging him, but oh well. "I'll go get medicine. Don't you dare think of going anywhere, alright?" Paper pulled the covers on top of his body, OJ settling under the sheets. He lightly ruffled his hair before giving him a quick peck on the head, feeling the head coming off of him. OJ let out a small yelp, his face turning redder for a second. He giggled to himself before standing up straight again.

"I'll be back in a minute. Don't get out of bed." He headed for the door, reminding him firmly just in case he forgot. OJ, already half-asleep, muttered a sound of approval as he sank further into the sheets. Paper shut the door, heading downstairs to go quickly find the infirmary.

OJ laid there, feeling just a tiny bit better from when he had just woken up. Maybe this was better than working.

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Word count: 851

Heh...yaoi.

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