One Shots - Septiplier

Sick

Description: Mark and Jack have been living together for a full year, their relationship blossoming into a lovely, little, domestic family. Jack cooks almost every day for the two, Mark helps clean, and they both support each other in their YouTube careers, but Mark always feels like he should do more and Jack knows it. When he gets a little cold, Mark goes over the top, which seems like the perfect opportunity for him to fulfill his wishes of taking care of Jack the way he wants to.

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I sighed as I finished up editing my last video of today. Thanks to Jack, I've been ahead of the game and am almost a week ahead of schedule. He had such a good routine, that he showed me how to get more videos done faster and kept on me to work hard and not procrastinate, like I normally do. He's been such a help to not only my YouTube channel, but as well to my life.

It's been awhile since I've lived in a place so domestic and family-like, it's a breath of fresh air to wake up and have someone there with me, ready to push through the day together. While Jack cooks meals for us, I try to keep the place tidy and clean - we're the perfect duo. Sometimes he even shows me how to cook - him having experience from living with his parents and cooking dinner for them most nights. Though I dabbled in cooking before, I never did nearly the amount of work Jack did.

He's always working hard and trying to keep up relations with everyone, including fans of his. I don't understand how he can so easily go through his day constantly doing something - it's like he can't hold still. I wish I could do more for him, he deserves something for being the brilliant person he is.

I heard a cough from upstairs and frowned, thinking it sounded pretty rough. I tore away from the computer, leaving my nearly completed work open while I check on Jack. I headed out of my office and upstairs, going to the room we shared and knocked on the door, not wanting to barge in and startle him.

"Come in!" Jack's chirpy voice rang, a sniffle following. I frowned and twisted the knob, stepping into the room and smiled softly - Jack wrapped in a blanket, a box of tissues next to him, his nose red.

"Hey, love, I think you have a bit of a cold," I noticed and he smiled, sniffling.

"Yeah," He giggled a bit. "Figured as much."

"Lay down, I'll make you some soup," I insisted, but he groaned. "What?"

"I don't wanna be stuck in my room all day, Mark!" He complained and I gave him a reassuring smile and started picking him up, slinging him over my shoulder, making him giggle. "I don't think carrying a sick person like this will help them get any better."

"I disagree," I grinned and started carrying him out of the room. "What would you like to do, love?"

"Probably upload the videos I already recorded," He muttered and I carried him down to the living room and laid him down, grabbing a nearby blanket and covering him with it. I found a pillow and lifted him slightly to place it behind him as he gave me a small smile.

"Don't worry about that, love, I'll take care of it," I promised. "What kind of soup would you like, Jackaboy?" 

"Umm... Chicken noodle?" He said as though he wasn't sure if he should suggest something. He's so adorable. 

"Alright, love. I'll be back in a bit, watch something on Netflix or YouTube while I'm gone," I smiled and handed him the remotes to the television. 

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I had made Jack his soup, uploaded all of our videos for today, cleaned up the house a little, and had just tucked Jack back into bed about an hour ago while I recorded some videos in my office. I felt absolutely wonderful, it was so nice to get to take care of Jack instead of him towards me for once, it made me feel useful. 

As I headed back to Jack and I's room, I passed by his office and heard him doing the outro to one of his videos. I frowned and opened the door, seeing Jack bid farewell to the camera, a game on his computer screen. He seemed bright and happy, not the least bit sick. I was immediately overwhelmed by confusion.

"Jack?" I spoke up and he turned in his chair, his cheeks heating up and giving me a small smile.

"H-Hi, Mark," His voice went high like it normally does when he's unsure what to say. 

"You're not sick?" I asked, still extremely confused. He blushed deeper and shook his head.

"No..."

"But... You seemed like you had a cold earlier! Your nose was red and everything."

"I had an ice cube in my cup and held it against my nose before you came in..." He explained, trailing off.

"Well... Love, why would you pretend to be sick?" I chuckled a bit and came up to him, knowing he probably thought I was mad at him for lying.

"I... You're always saying how much you wish you could do more for me and take care of me and all that, so I thought... Why not fake being sick for a day? I've been working harder than usual lately and you've been desperate to make it up to me, so why not?... Are you mad?" He asked with a deep frown and I gave him a reassuring smile and helped him out of his chair, pulling him into my arms.

"Of course not. It was nice taking care of you for the day, love," I laughed a bit and rubbed his back. He's just the sweetest little thing, how could I ever be mad at him? 

"I'll return the favor of taking care of you in the bedroom," He winked and giggled, tearing away from me and rushing towards our room. I chased after him, laughing. I love my silly, little Irishman.