Why Don't We One Shots

5 minutes, Corbyn Besson

Y/N slowly opened the door to their shared apartment, confused by the fact that all the lights were already turned off. Corbyn was supposed to be home, and he always managed to beat her on the way home and wait up for her. Usually, he would poke his head around the door and greet her with a big goofy smile or some kind of grin, but not now. She turned on the lights herself and slowly made her way around the apartment. He was not in the living room, kitchen or bathroom.

Y/N was nervous by the time she arrived at the bedroom. She put her hand on the doorknob, but stopped when she heard soft noises on the other side of the door. She took a sharp breath and pushed the wooden door open. She could make out the outline of a man buried underneath the covers. Y/N walked to her side of the bed and turned the light on her nightstand on, which revealed her boyfriend lying down, or whatever was visible of him. His hair, normally styled upwards was now a frantic sweaty mess pressed into his forehead and onto the pillow. Careful not to wake him, Y/N softly lay her hand on his forehead and quickly realized that he was burning up. She sat down at the edge of the bed, causing Corbyn to stir.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" she asked softly, whispering, as soon as Corbyn opened his eyes sleepily.

Corbyn groaned and reached out to hold one of Y/N's hands. His eyes focused on her face and she could see the pain he was trying to hide.

"I feel like I've been hit in the head, I have a migraine and it's weird because I'm sweating but I'm also very cold. And I'm nauseous," said Corbyn.

Y/N couldn't help but chuckle at his choice of words.

"What are you laughing about? This is serious, I really don't feel well," he said, half joking half not. Corbyn was never the type to get sick, he was usually the one taking care of her health.

Y/N quickly stopped laughing as she saw the real panic appear on Corbyn's face. She softly reached out and caressed his face with her free hand, causing him to lean into her touch.

"Honey, it's probably just the flu. There's no need to worry, I'm here to take care of you, okay?" She couldn't keep the smile off her face as the realization hit her that he was concerned and she was the one who got to baby him for once. "If it gets too bad, we'll call the doctor, babe. For now you just need to rest."

Y/N moved to the other side of the bed and lay down next to him. Corbyn, following her movements, turned to face her. He swung his arm over her waist, nestled his head on her chest and let out a heavy sigh. Y/N raised her hand and stroked the side of his face and his hair.

"You're gonna be fine, Corbs, I'll take care of you, the same way you always care for me."

Corbyn just hummed and tightly wrapped her in his arms. With his face buried in her neck, he mumbled. "Can we just stay in bed for the rest of week and cuddle? I don't want you to get up and leave me".

Y/N let out a soft giggle, "Fine, but you only get 5 more minutes before I have to get up and get us something to eat".

Corbyn took a deep breath, the warm air tickling her neck, and made himself comfortable. Y/N softly rubbed the length of his back, as a content sight left his lips. As the minutes ticked by, his arm around her waist became heavier and his breathing deeper. Y/N slowly removed his arm from her waist and supported herself on one hand. She leant over Corbyn's sleeping form and gently pushed a strand of hair out of his face. She bent down and pressed a kiss on his lips.

"I love you," she whispered before turning around to push herself off the bed. A vine like grip stopped her from moving and a firm thug on her hand caused her to fall in the arms of her smirking boyfriend.

"Don't even think about it. You promised me 5 minutes, we're gonna make the most of it."