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Han skz - stomach bug 2

@hyunlixer1234 here's your request. Hope you like it.
900 words.

By the time the plane touched down, Jisung felt like he'd aged ten years. His body ached, his throat burned, and his stomach was still on strike, but at least he was upright. Barely.

Minho had him by the arm the second they stood up, steadying him without a word. No teasing this time. Just quiet, steady presence—warm, grounding.

The others bustled around, gathering carry-ons and making sure they didn't forget anything, but Minho barely left Jisung's side. As they shuffled off the plane and through the terminal, he kept a hand at the small of Jisung's back, guiding him gently.

"You're staying close to me," he said softly, not quite a command but not really a suggestion either. "No wandering off and dying somewhere."

Jisung managed a small laugh. "I wasn't planning on it."

The van ride to the hotel was blessedly quiet. Jisung was tucked against Minho's shoulder in the backseat, a blanket someone had grabbed from the plane draped over him. His eyes were half-lidded, but he wasn't asleep—not yet.

"You still feel like throwing up?" Minho murmured, voice low so the others wouldn't hear.

"Not right now." Jisung shifted, the smallest hint of a whine in his voice. "My head hurts though."

"We'll get you something once we're in the room."

Minho's hand found Jisung's hair, fingers carding through it slowly, rhythmically. It was nothing—just a small gesture—but Jisung felt his whole body begin to loosen. Like maybe he didn't have to keep holding himself together anymore. Maybe Minho would do that for him, just for a little while.

They had separate bedrooms, but Minho didn't even ask before steering Jisung into one with two beds. "You're staying with me."

Jisung didn't argue. He barely had the energy to change into his pajama before collapsing onto the bed with a dramatic sigh.

"God, I feel gross."

"You are gross," Minho said, but his tone was light, affectionate. "But you're my gross, so that's fine."

He returned a moment later with a cool damp cloth, a bottle of water, and some medicine from the first aid kit. Jisung blinked up at him, dazed.

"You didn't have to.."

"Shut up and let me take care of you," Minho said, dabbing the cloth gently across Jisung's forehead. "You look like you've been through war."

"I feel like it."

"I know. That's why you're getting the deluxe treatment tonight."

Minho helped him sit up just enough to take the medicine and sip the water, then tucked him back in with the precision of someone who'd definitely done this before. He even fluffed the pillow.

"You're enjoying this way too much," Jisung mumbled.

"You're the one who decided to eat mystery meat on a stick at 1 a.m. This is your consequence."

"Best consequence ever," Jisung sighed, curling under the blanket. "You're warm."

Minho snorted. "That's because I'm practically spoon-feeding you comfort right now."

A knock at the door pulled them out of their bubble. Felix peeked in, holding a bowl of plain rice and a warm pack.

"Thought he might want something gentle on his stomach," he said softly.

"Perfect," Minho said, taking it from him. "Thanks, Lix."

Felix's smile was soft as he glanced at Jisung. "You look better already."

"Do I look like I'm dying less?"

"About 20% less death," Felix confirmed. "Progress."

After he left, Minho settled beside Jisung again, coaxing him to sit up and eat a few spoonfuls. Jisung leaned heavily against him the entire time, eyes fluttering.

"I'm spoiling you," Minho muttered. "You're gonna expect this every time you get the sniffles."

"Only from you," Jisung replied sleepily.

Minho didn't answer, just smoothed a hand through Jisung's hair again, letting the silence stretch comfortably.

"You're really good at this," Jisung mumbled, drifting.

"Good at what?"

"Taking care of me."

Minho looked down at the soft, peaceful expression on Jisung's face, finally relaxed for the first time that day.

"Yeah," he whispered, a smile tugging at his lips. "I know."

Jisung woke up warm.

That was the first thing he noticed. Not nauseous, not freezing, not in a cold sweat. Just warm. The second thing he noticed was that he wasn't alone in the bed.

Minho had somehow migrated from the other bed during the night and was now curled around him like a sleepy cat. One arm was draped across Jisung's waist, his face half-buried in Jisung's hair, and their legs were tangled together beneath the blanket. It should've been awkward. It should've been something they both panicked about.

But it wasn't.

Jisung blinked against the soft morning light filtering in through the curtains, heart thudding in his chest for a very different reason than the night before.

He shifted slightly, just enough to look at Minho's face. Soft and peaceful, with his lashes brushing the tops of his cheeks, mouth relaxed into the faintest smile. Jisung could barely breathe.

"I can feel you staring at me," Minho mumbled, voice rough and sleep-heavy.

Jisung flushed, caught. "Sorry."

Minho cracked one eye open and raised a brow. "You good?"

"Yeah," Jisung said quietly. "A lot better, actually."

"Good." Minho didn't move, just pulled Jisung a little closer, like it was the most natural thing in the world. "I was ready to carry you to the hospital if you so much as looked pale again."

"You're a menace."

"A caring menace," Minho corrected.

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