when the going gets tough (but I have you, so hey!) | guke

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Minhyung drags himself groggily towards the bathroom to splash some water on his face. It does not help. The only thing it does is send a shiver down his spine due to how unbearably cold the water is.

So, he goes to fetch himself a glass of water instead. He groans, as the cool liquid flows down his throat, and for a second, it helps— but minhyung is too full to drink more.

He plops down on the sofa and wonders how this happened. He was just fine when they scrimmed earlier this morning— so why does he feel like he's been run over by a truck right now?

He groans, as he lazily turns his head to look at the time. It's around 1am, and minhyung is far too exhausted to get some medicine from the pharmacy. He settles with sleeping it off, and getting some Tylenol tomorrow.

Yeah— that strat was not working. His body ached so much that whatever position he tried to sleep in, it was always an uncomfortable one. He tried to count sheep, listen to soothing music and use sleeping techniques, but nothing seemed to work for him.

Now— Minhyung prides himself on being calm and collected in situations where others usually tend to lose it, but right now? He wanted to pick up a fucking vending machine and throw it to the sky. It was definitely not helping that he kept feeling colder and had to cover himself with another blanket.

He kept tossing and turning for an hour more, before his patience started to wear thin. The usually energetic ad carry could feel his eyebags weighing him down.

Too exhausted to think about what time it was, Minhyung opened up the T1 group chat, asking whether anyone could get him some Tylenol. He hoped at least one of them was up grinding solo q, so that they could see his message and send help.

It was about 25 minutes later when he heard a knock on the door. At first, he was confused. Second, he started debating whether he had started hearing things. And third: he pushed himself off his bed to open the door, covered in both his blankets.

When he sees Minseok— he's almost sure he's hallucinating. That is, until the small support makes his way inside, two plastic bags in his hand. Minhyung let's him do as he pleases, because who is he to complain, anyway?

The ADC gently sits down on the sofa, snuggling himself inside the blanket as best as he can, before he speaks up. "Are you hungry?" He asks Minseok, and his voice sounds rough, as if he hasn't spoken in three days.

Minseok, who is shuffling around in the kitchen only spares a glance at his lane duo, before turning back to keep an eye on the boiling water.

"No. This is for you," he says, and although Minhyung is not sure what he means, his heart melts at what he says. He notices that just his presence makes him feel a lot better.

Minseok doesn't say anything, and neither does Minhyung, but there is something comfortable and safe about the silence. Both of them revel in it and it embraces them tenderly. There is only the occasional sound of utensils clinking. Soon, he feels a lot warmer.

Even though he doesn't say anything, Minhyung can feel Minseok's love and care and Minhyung knows he can do anything as long as he has his cute support by his side. He really, really loves him. The relevation comes to him as naturally as breathing and he knows he wouldn't have it any other way.

Minseok pushes a cup of warm tea to him, and takes a seat opposite him. Minhyung picks it up and brings it close to him. His glasses get clouded by the steam, and Minseok shifts forwards to remove his glasses for him and sets them at the table.

It's only a small gesture, but it makes Minhyung want to pepper the smaller with little kisses. He gives him a smile as gratitude, and takes a sip.

The tea is mostly sweet, with a bitter undertone, and he finds it soothes him a lot. Minseok passes a chuckle when he notices the look of satisfaction on his face.

He leans forward as Minhyung sips slowly onto the tea and time seems to stop. Minseok stares at his lane partner for what feels like an eternity (and realises he wouldn't mind staring at him for a few eternities more).

Once Minhyung places the empty cup back onto the table, the support hands him a glass of water and a pill. He gulps it down, and gets up with a little grumble as he ushers him to the bedroom.

Minseok's about to take a seat next to him when Minhyung gently tugs at his hand, and begins to speak. "Are you leaving? Don't leave," His voice is quiet and sleepy, and it hypnotizes him, making him crouch down next to the bundled up T1 player.

"I wasn't planning to, Minhyungie," He says, with a soft smile and reaches his hand out to play fondly with his hair. As tired as Minseok feels, the little smile of warmth and love stays plastered on his face. He takes a pillow and lays down next to him.

Minhyung only manages to hum quietly in response, but in his heart he's the happiest person ever.

The bed feels like floating in the sky. The soft ticking of the clock feels like floating in the sky. Their love feels like floating in the sky.

They can hear each other's  breathing, and for the first time that day, for both Minhyung and Minseok, everything feels so right.

here's  a  random guke oneshot bcs I'm insane about them (also bcs the lack of eng guke fics here is disheartening. I'll probably write/crosspost more often now.

crossposted from ao3.