Fluffy SKZ Oneshots EP.2🧸

Northern lights 🌡️

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Minho

Caregiver: Jisung

No one’s POV.:

“We gotta do this more often”, Jisung breathed as he took a sip of his hot chocolate before staring up at the night sky. Minho gave a soft hum and fixed the blanket around his shoulders. Him and Jisung had settled on the rooftop terrace of their apartment building to stargaze after the snow-filled clouds had dissipated. It had become one of their new favorite spots because they could enjoy their dates in privacy, besides, the view was absolutely amazing and he was grateful that the deck chairs had not been stored away, merely covered by protective plastic sheets to keep them free of snow.

Minho had prepared two cups of hot chocolate and Jisung picked out blankets, so they could get cozy outside. Especially during the busy year-end schedules, those quiet times between only the two of them were oh so invaluable and were probably what saved their relationship whenever tempers ran high. Despite having a deck chair of his own, Jisung had quickly migrated to Minho’s lap, who teasingly promised to keep his butt warm. It earned him a slap to the shoulder, which was easily cushioned by his coat and blanket. Breathing a light kiss against the side of Jisung’s neck, where it was exposed by his blanket cape, Minho whispered: “I knew the northern lights are pretty but they don’t even compare to you.” – “You’re silly”, the rapper mumbled, a blush creeping up on his cheeks, “There aren’t even any northern lights.”

“There are”, Minho argued, nuzzling his face into the blanket covering his boyfriend’s shoulder, “The auroras’ are also called northern lights, Ji.” – “I know what northern lights are”, the younger frowned, offended, “That doesn’t change the fact that there are none in the sky tonight.” Now it was Minho’s turn to frown. Was something up with Jisung’s eyes? “Are you feeling okay, Ji? I can see them clearly”, the dancer hummed. Shifting to place his empty cup onto the ground, Jisung nodded: “I am but I’m not sure, you are. How long has it been since you last had a migraine? Could this be an aura instead of an aurora?” Minho remained quiet for a moment. It had been a while since he had last had a migraine but now that Jisung pointed it out, it would make sense.

With how stressed Minho had been lately, preparing for year-end performances, it wouldn’t be that much of a surprise if the stress had triggered a migraine. “I mean, it could be”, the dancer admitted hesitantly, “You really don’t see it?” Jisung shook his head and watched Minho close his eyes. “I can still see it when I close my eyes”, he mumbled, disappointment in his voice, “It looked so pretty while I thought it was an aurora.” Jisung comfortingly pressed a kiss to his forehead and whispered: “Do you wanna go inside? Maybe take some medicine or something.” To his surprise, the older shook his head. “It’s been so long since I last had an attack, I failed to refill my prescription and normal painkillers won’t do anything. I’ll be miserable soon anyway, so please let me enjoy as much of this evening with you as I can before it really hits”, he pleaded, resting his forehead against Jisung’s arm.

Only ten minutes later, a soft nudge caught Jisung’s attention. Minho still had half of his hot chocolate left but held the cup out to Jisung, who had long since finished his, mumbling: “You want the rest of my drink? I don’t think I could swallow any right now. My stomach feels funny.” – “How’s your head?”, the rapper frowned as he accepted the cup and took a sip. “Head doesn’t hurt yet but my stomach feels weird and uncomfortable”, Minho whispered and Jisung soothingly ran his hand through the dancer’s hair, humming: “Should we head inside?” – “Not yet”, the older denied, leaning into Jisung’s affectionate touch. Still, the rapper finished the last few sips of Minho’s hot chocolate rather quickly before claiming he was cold and that they should go back inside. Watching Minho sway for a moment after getting to his feet, Jisung felt his worries confirmed that it was already worse than the older was letting on but what could he do?

“Why don’t you go to bed already? I’ll bring you an icepack in a moment?”, Jisung offered, already giving his boyfriend a gentle push in the direction of his room. Trailing his hand along the wall, Minho only muttered: “Bathroom.” It’d be safer to sit there for a bit and wait out the rising nausea. He didn’t turn on the light in the bathroom, his eyes already sensitive. Instead he left the door open, the light in the hallway illuminating the bathroom just enough to see. Jisung still managed to sneak up on him though, his hand on his back startling him. “Try to relax”, the rapper whispered, “Your shoulders are all tense. Here, try to loosen them.” He gently kneaded the tight muscles under his palms, earning a miserable groan, that turned into a gag as Minho’s head dipped forward.

“It still tastes sweet”, Minho whined between retches. The hot chocolate feeling heavy and sticky in his stomach. Rubbing his back, Jisung hummed: “Will you be okay while I get you some water?” Though Minho nodded, the rapper tried to be as quick as possible, rushing even more when he heard his boyfriend get sick multiple times back to back. “Oh god”, Minho choked out before coughing up another wave. Jisung’s hand reappeared on his back, the younger shushing: “Breathe, honey.” – “My head’s killing me now”, the dancer rasped, voice raw from throwing up, “Why did it have to be an aura instead of an aurora?” – “I don’t know, love. I’m sorry”, Jisung hummed and pressed a gentle kiss to Minho’s shoulder blade.

“Are you done for now”, Jisung whispered, guiding the other’s head to rest on his shoulder. Swallowing thickly, Minho admitted: “Still queasy but I’d like to lay down.” – “Let’s get you to bed then. I’ll grab a bucket”, the rapper cooed and gave his boyfriend’s hand a reassuring squeeze. With Jisung’s help, Minho managed to get to his feet, despite feeling incredibly shaky. His head spun and he slumped against the younger’s chest, once more impressed by how wide it had become recently. “I got you”, Jisung promised, his grip firm but not painful on Minho’s arms. Holding back tears, the older sniffled: “Never doubted that. It just hurts so bad.” Jisung kissed his temple in reply and carefully took the first step. Somehow, Minho managed to stumble along, though he didn’t entirely remember how his boyfriend managed to maneuver him to his room.

Once Jisung had Minho sitting on the edge of his bed, he whispered: “Do you want me to turn on the Christmas decoration, so you can see or the darker the better.” – “Dark is better”, Minho mumbled, crawling under his blanket. He was sweating but he didn’t really feel warm at all. His hands and feet were cold, his temperature perception completely off. “Try to get comfy and I’ll go grab some things”, Jisung instructed as he helped Minho lift the blanket after the dancer almost got tangled in it. As promised, Jisung placed a bucket next to the bed and he also brought an icepack and a steaming cup of ginger tea.

When he returned, Minho had curled up tightly, cradling his pounding head in his hands. The dancer felt the mattress dip and glanced up with teary eyes, only for Jisung to scold: “What are you doing, laying so low? Let’s get you propped up a bit, ease the pressure on your head a little.” He stacked the pillows for Minho and handed him the tea before the dancer could lay down again. “Doesn’t have to be much, I just don’t want you to get dehydrated”, he whispered, “I also have an icepack. Is there anything else you need?” – “You?”, Minho pouted softly.

Cupping his boyfriend’s cheek, Jisung chuckled: “I’m right here though.” – “No’ close ‘nough”, Minho mumbled as he handed the cup back. The rapper placed it on the nightstand and carefully lifted the edge of the blanket. He tried to settle into bed next to Minho without jostling the older too much. Though he could tell that Minho was gritting his teeth for as long as he was still moving around, it was obvious he was content as soon as Jisung had settled next to him and let him rest his head on his chest. “I’ll put the icepack against the back of your head”, Jisung warned quietly, so he wouldn’t startle his boyfriend. Minho hummed in acknowledgement, which was followed by a content sight as he cuddled closer to Jisung. “Try to get some sleep”, the younger whispered, breathing a kiss on the top of Minho’s head.