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“I should’ve gone to work, you know.” Brad sighs as he wanted some cuddles but I can’t. Last night, I told him to come over at my house to spend some day in so he had to skip the studio. He sent Joe a text to a critical reason so he can go with me today.
However, I did not expect having my lips some cold and canker sores. There are two under my mouth and one inside my cheeks. The outside of my lips has some little sores as well but it didn’t look bad, but it hurts! Its aching llike hell, I can’t eat properly or talk or even smile ‘cause it can crack up and it’ll cause more pain and more cracks to my mouth. What happened? Well guess what? I love eating and the food I eat was massive! I can’t blame food, they’re precious. And few days ago, I had a fever and the sores starts appearing until its evident. I don’t care how dry it looked but all I want is to get this pain out of me. I got sick and sores and Brad doesn’t even care. Maybe he do should have come to his work.
“Look, Brad. You can go now, If you want. I just don’t feel nice okay.” By nice I mean, I’m moody. Why can’t I fucking eat?!
“But you said you’re not feeling well, and now you’re shutting me down?” He frowns.
“You said so. No one’s stopping you. The door’s wide open.” I stated as calm as I could as my lips aches more. I went up to the fridge and grab me some water to refresh my mouth.
“Nah. I’m staying. Are you having a bad day or it’s the time of the month?” He asked. He literally know nothing! Isn’t it obvious by the looks of my lips.
“Ya think? No! I just am, okay?” I huffed. I’m actually irregular, so I don’t every month ‘cause it comes by four to six months or so and its cool. But its just annoying of how you didn’t know when to come by and will just bleed your pants unexpectedly. Shit bricks yet?
I went upstairs to my room and went to my mirror as Brad follows. I grabbed my typical, neat kit of random aids and pulled out the canker cover, it’s an orange flavoured gel which it can cause more pain with the sourness but I’ll seal the sores and it’ll heal. After that, I pulled out my lip balm moisturizer and damp some into my lips to stop the cracks and to prevent any more sores and heal the previous ones. Once I’m done, I put them back in to the kit and turned around to see Brad watching me confusingly through the mirror as he lays to my bed.
“What’s that you putting?” He asked, tilting his head to the other side. Cute.
“Lip gels and balms. Frankly, you don’t know and its none of your business.” I sassed out and flopped down beside him. He was about to lean in of a kiss though he thinks I only put on some new lip tints as I stopped him.
“You can’t.” I hissed.
“Whyyyyy?” He whined as a smile creeped in to my face as I found a new way of teasing him but a hint of cracking pain were felt to my mouth. Why can’t I fucking smile? As I winced in pain, licking my lips to cover the sores and to stop the pain.
“What’s wrong? What’s the matter, babe?” Brad snickers in.
“Brad, please don’t try and make me talk too much or even laugh! I know how of a joker you are with your lame and corny jokes.” I whimpered and pointed on my poor aching lips. Realization hits him as a smirk appeared on his face.
“What are those?” He asked, looking concerned and grossed at the same time.
“They’re cold and canker sores. From fever or heat rays.” I stated. Well, its summer. That’s why.
“Aren’t they herpes?” He asked.
“What the fuck, Brad?! That came from sex infections! Clearly, I didn’t get it from that by getting your dick on my face, ha!” I exclaimed in the air as both of our eyes widened in shock from what I just said as we both burst out laughing.
Taking it on control, I cover my mouth with my hands with the weird figure I just made by not getting my lips cracked again as we laughed.
“Oh, come on! You loved it!” He joked and wriggled his eyebrows.
“Maniac! Argh!” I blurted as it aches again.
“Well, guess what Y/N?”
“Mm?” I hummed from the pain.
“I’ll make us goodies and we’ll watch movies, yeah?” He grinned.
“Sounds great.” I nodded.
“Perfect.”
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Through the day, it went lovely. Although mhy mouth still aches but Brad made it wonderful by his lovingly cuddles. He still wants some of my lips and tries to steal some kisses but before he can, I stop him from the right time and he’ll end up slumping his shoulders with a frown on his face and a sigh. Actually, he told me he understood. He wants the best for me and he’ll make it better soon.
“Can I kiss you?” He pouted.
“No.” I said stunt.
“Why can’t I kiss you?” He asked innocently.
“Because it hurts!” I complain.
“Oh baby, come here.” He pulled me closer and kissed my cheeks.
“There. I had no choice.” He shrugged. As a smirk was splattered all over his solid face as a little giggle escaped my mouth. Shit!
“Braaaaad.” I groaned.
“What.”
“Stop making me smile or laugh, you idiot!” I snickered.
