Soft spot

Sickness 4

Minho had known he would have to be away for the day, but the thought of leaving Daisy, even in trusted hands, left him uneasy. Before he left, he carefully instructed one of his most reliable servants, someone who was almost like family to him, to watch over her. He made sure every detail of her care was covered, but he couldn’t shake the worry gnawing at him.

When he finally returned in the afternoon, he went straight to her room, only to find it empty. Panic gripped him for a moment until he noticed the open balcony doors, where a soft breeze drifted in. Rushing over, he found her wrapped snugly in a blanket, sitting with a cup of tea in her hands, her gaze fixed on the sunset painting the sky in soft hues of pink and orange.

“Daisy?” he asked softly, relief washing over him. “How did you get out here?”

She turned to him, a gentle smile tugging at her lips. “The servants helped me,” she murmured, her voice a little stronger than before. “I needed some fresh air… I hope you don’t mind.”

Minho chuckled softly, his initial worry dissolving. He knelt beside her, taking her hand in his, feeling its warmth against his own. “Of course, love. I just didn’t want you overdoing it. But… I’m glad you’re enjoying this.”

Daisy smiled up at him, squeezing his hand. “It’s beautiful, Minho,” she said, her gaze drifting back to the horizon. “But it’s even better now that you’re here.”

The simple words touched him deeply, and he sat beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. They watched the sunset together in comfortable silence, a rare moment of peace that spoke more than words ever could.

As the last rays of sunlight dipped below the horizon, Minho felt the slight chill creeping into the air. He glanced down at Daisy, noticing the delicate flush in her cheeks from the evening breeze. Even though it was just a mild summer coolness, his protective instincts kicked in. The idea of her falling ill again, even from a gentle breeze, was out of the question.

Without a word, he gently scooped her up into his arms, cradling her against his chest as if she were the most fragile thing in the world. Daisy looked up, a bit surprised, but her lips curved into a soft smile, her head naturally resting against his shoulder.

“It’s not that cold,” she murmured, a slight laugh in her voice. “You’re overprotective, Mino.”

“Maybe,” he replied, a small smirk playing at his lips. “But I’d rather be careful. Don’t want you catching a cold, even from a summer breeze.”

As he carried her back to her room, she sighed contentedly, her arms wrapping around his neck. He laid her down gently on the bed, tucking the blankets around her with practiced care.

“Comfy?” he asked, smoothing a strand of hair from her face.

She nodded, her eyes warm with affection. “Only because you’re here,” she whispered, her voice soft and genuine.

Minho smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Get some rest, love. I’ll be right here.”