SEVENTEEN | SICKFICS - HURTFICS

MinWonBoo | Stomach Flu Part II

As Seungkwan had drifted off to sleep on the couch, his small frame curled up in a blanket. Mingyu and Wonwoo decided not to wake their baby up for a movie.

"Love," Wonwoo said, glancing at Mingyu then to Seungkwan. "Let's get him to bed."

Mingyu nodded, a smile tugging at his lips as he carefully scooped Seungkwan into his arms. "I've got him." He cradled their son gently, making sure he was comfortable, as he carried him to his bedroom.

Once they reached Seungkwan's room, they tucked him in snugly under his star-patterned blanket. Mingyu leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Seungkwan's forehead. "Sweet dreams, baby," he whispered.

Wonwoo followed suit, planting a gentle kiss on their son's cheek. "Goodnight, sweetie. We love you."

After one last glance at their peacefully sleeping son, the couple tiptoed out of the room, closing the door softly behind them. As they made their way to their own bedroom, Mingyu's fatigue began to catch up with him.

When they reached their bed, Mingyu sank down onto the mattress, a soft sigh escaping his lips. Wonwoo noticed the way his partner seemed to melt into the sheets, and he couldn't help but smile fondly. He lay down beside Mingyu, wrapping his arms around him.

"Love?" Wonwoo murmured, noticing that Mingyu felt a bit warmer than usual. "Are you okay?"

Mingyu shifted slightly, burying his face in the pillow. "I'm fine babe... just tired."

Wonwoo frowned, brushing his fingers across Mingyu's forehead. "You're warmer than normal. Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Mingyu hesitated, his voice muffled by the pillow. "I didn't want to disturb Seungkwan's recovery. He just got over that stomach flu, and I thought maybe I caught it too. I didn't want to worry you."

Wonwoo's heart ached at his partner's selflessness. "Love, you're never a burden. You should have told me. Let me take care of you."

Mingyu turned to face him, his eyes slightly glazed. "I didn't want to be a distraction."

Wonwoo shook his head, determined. "You're my priority too. Here, let me." He got up and quickly retrieved a damp cloth from the bathroom, returning to press it against Mingyu's forehead. "This should help."

Mingyu closed his eyes, leaning into the coolness. "Thanks, babe."

"And you need medicine," Wonwoo said, gently easing Mingyu to sit up so he could take it. "Come on, just a little more, Love."

After Mingyu swallowed the medicine, he lay back down, and Wonwoo cuddled him close, rubbing his aching tummy in slow, soothing circles. "Just relax. I'm here."

Mingyu sighed, his eyelids heavy. "You always take care of me, don't you?"

"Of course," Wonwoo replied softly. "You're my everything."

The warmth of their embrace wrapped around Mingyu like a blanket, easing his discomfort. He smiled faintly, feeling grateful even as he drifted toward sleep. "I love you, babe."

"I love you too," Wonwoo whispered, holding him tight while rubbing his husband's aching tummy, ready to watch over him through the night. As Mingyu sleep through his overwhelming sickness, Wonwoo slowly let himself sleep hoping for a better day for his husband.

The next morning, Seungkwan woke up feeling significantly better, his energy returning. He quietly slipped out of bed, eager to find his daddies. He padded down the hallway, expecting to see them in the kitchen preparing breakfast, but the house was unusually quiet.

Curious, he approached their bedroom door. Just as he was about to knock, Wonwoo opened it, surprised to see Seungkwan standing there with wide eyes.

"Good morning, sweetie!" Wonwoo said, kneeling down to give Seungkwan a hug. "What are you doing up so early?"