☆𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑦 𝐾𝑖𝑑𝑠 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑠☆

☆𝐼𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒☆ (Changin)

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It started with a simple sneeze.

Jeongin had shrugged it off at first, thinking nothing of it as he went about his day. But by the evening, his throat had begun to feel scratchy, and a dull headache was settling in. Changbin, always the more attentive one, had noticed immediately.

"You okay?" Changbin asked, leaning over from the couch where he was scrolling on his phone. Jeongin was curled up on the other side, bundled in a blanket even though the apartment wasn’t cold.

"Yeah, just feeling a bit off," Jeongin replied, sniffling. He gave Changbin a small smile, trying to play it off, but Changbin wasn’t buying it.

"You're getting sick, aren't you?" Changbin frowned, already standing up and heading toward the kitchen. "I knew something was up when you didn’t finish your dinner earlier."

"I'm fine, really," Jeongin protested weakly, but even as he said it, he could feel the tiredness creeping in. His body was aching, and his head felt heavier by the minute.

By the time Changbin returned with a glass of water and some medicine, Jeongin had all but given up on pretending he was fine. He accepted the water gratefully, taking a small sip as Changbin sat next to him, his brow furrowed with concern.

"You need to rest," Changbin said softly, brushing a hand through Jeongin's hair. "I don’t like seeing you like this."

Jeongin smiled at the worried expression on Changbin’s face. "It's just a cold, Bin. I'll be fine in a day or two."

"I know, but still..." Changbin sighed, wrapping an arm around Jeongin’s shoulders and pulling him close. "Let me take care of you, okay? Just rest, and I’ll handle everything."

Jeongin leaned into Changbin’s warmth, letting himself relax for a moment. It was comforting, knowing Changbin was always there for him, especially when he felt this drained.

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The next morning, Jeongin woke up feeling worse. His nose was completely stuffed, his throat hurt, and he had barely slept. He groaned softly, pulling the blankets over his head as he tried to escape the miserable feeling.

Before he could settle back into sleep, he heard soft footsteps and felt the bed dip slightly as Changbin sat on the edge. "Hey," Changbin said gently, pulling the blanket down just enough to see Jeongin’s face. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I got run over by a bus," Jeongin mumbled, his voice thick with congestion.

Changbin frowned, his worry deepening. He pressed the back of his hand to Jeongin’s forehead, checking for a fever. "You’re warm, but not too bad," he said. "I made some tea and soup. It’ll help, even if you’re not hungry."

Jeongin peeked out from the covers, his heart warming at the sight of Changbin hovering so attentively. "Thanks," he said softly. "You didn’t have to go through all that trouble."

"It’s not trouble," Changbin replied firmly. "I want you to get better. Now come on, sit up a little, and drink some tea."

Jeongin reluctantly pushed himself up, propped against the pillows as Changbin handed him a steaming mug of ginger tea. The warmth seeped into his hands as he took a sip, the heat soothing his sore throat.

Changbin stayed by his side, watching him closely. "If you need anything, just ask. I’m not leaving you alone until you’re feeling better."

Jeongin chuckled, his voice still hoarse. "You're acting like I’m on my deathbed, Bin. It’s just a cold."

"Still," Changbin insisted, his voice softening as he looked at Jeongin. "I hate seeing you sick. I want to make sure you’re okay."

Jeongin’s heart swelled at the sincerity in Changbin’s voice. He leaned his head against Changbin’s shoulder, the tea warming him from the inside out. "You’re too good to me, you know that?" Jeongin murmured.

"You deserve it," Changbin replied, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Jeongin’s head. "Now, finish your tea, and I’ll bring you some soup."

Jeongin smiled, grateful beyond words for how caring Changbin was. He knew his boyfriend could be tough and intense when he needed to be, but moments like this reminded him of just how soft and loving Changbin truly was. It made him feel cherished in a way he couldn’t quite describe.

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For the rest of the day, Changbin was in full caretaker mode. He brought Jeongin tissues, medicine, and even wrapped him in a second blanket when he complained of feeling cold.

In the afternoon, Changbin sat beside Jeongin on the couch, flipping through a book while Jeongin dozed off against him. Every time Jeongin stirred, Changbin was there to soothe him, adjusting the blanket or handing him more tea without being asked.

"Are you sure you’re comfortable?" Changbin asked for what felt like the tenth time that day, his hand resting gently on Jeongin’s knee.

Jeongin, half-asleep, smiled. "More than comfortable. Just having you here makes me feel better."

Changbin looked down at Jeongin, his heart swelling with affection. He brushed a few strands of hair away from Jeongin’s face, his touch tender. "Good. Just let me know if you need anything else."

As evening approached, Jeongin’s fever had gone down, and he was starting to feel a little more like himself. He still felt groggy, but the worst of the cold seemed to be behind him. He lay on the couch, bundled up, as Changbin brought him a final cup of tea for the night.

"You know," Jeongin said as he sipped the tea, his voice still a bit raspy, "I think I should get sick more often. You’ve been spoiling me all day."

Changbin laughed, sitting beside him and gently ruffling his hair. "Don’t get used to it. I prefer it when you’re your usual, energetic self."

Jeongin set his cup down on the table and shifted closer to Changbin, resting his head on his boyfriend’s chest. "Thanks for today," he said softly. "I don’t know what I’d do without you."

Changbin wrapped his arms around Jeongin, holding him close. "You don’t have to worry about that," he whispered, his lips brushing Jeongin’s hair. "I’ll always be here for you. No matter what."

Jeongin smiled, feeling safe and warm in Changbin’s embrace. Even though he had felt miserable earlier, being cared for by Changbin made everything easier. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to relax fully for the first time all day.

As the night settled in, the two of them stayed curled up together, the warmth of their love wrapping around them just as much as the blankets did.

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The End.

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