"Yeah?" Sehun answered the phone croakly, without looking at the caller ID, knowing it would be Jongin.
"Oh did I just wake you up? But it's like 3pm. Why are you still asleep shit head."
"No you little fucker, I'm ill." Sehun said, the strain clear in his voice.
"Sorry, sorry. You're ill? Shall I come over? Are you alone? I can make you soup. Don't move. I'm coming." Jongin said without taking a breath and not waiting for an answer, he ended the call.
He pulled on some shoes and a coat and headed outside, he started walking when he realised, he doesn't know where sehun lives. Quickly he got out his phone and called Sehun, who is on his speed dial now.
"12 west side street. You dumb shit." Sehun said as soon as he answered the call as he knew jongin called for that reason.
"How did You- whatver, you don't live too far I'll be there in five."
When Jongin got to sehuns house he was unsure whether to knock on the door or not, knowing sehun would probably be in bed but nonetheless he still did. A couple minutes later, a woman with shiny black hair and a breathtaking smile opened the door. It must be his mum, he has her smile, Jongin thought.
"You must be Jongin, the kid that knows my son more than I do, nice to meet you, I'm sehuns mum." She beamed at Jongin, ushering him inside. 'It seems that sehuns talks quite a bit about me' Jongin thought, mentally smirking.
"Oh hello, I'm sorry I thought you were his sister or something, you're beautiful." Jongin smiled all the while knowing for a fact that sehun was an only child.
"ARE YOU FLIRTING WITH MY MUM? STOP FLIRTING WITH HER YOU FUCKTARD AND COME UPSTAIRS" sehun yelled from his room. Jongin laughed nervously while sehuns mum rolled her eyes, muttering something about sehun being jealous.
When he got to sehuns room, his breath got caught in his throat. How could someone look so fucking hot when they're ill and sweaty? They can't. It's impossible, but sehun managed to look like a model even in this state. But of course Jongin lied and said,
"Wow you look like shit." he was expecting the usual comeback or curse word but instead sehun said,
"I know, and I feel like shit too"
"I was joking." Jongin muttered feeling guilty. He slowly walked up to sehun and put his hand on his forehead.
"Oh my god you're burning up."
"Don't touch me stupid. Do you want to get ill. Move. Don't come too close to me. You're guna catch whatver the fuck this is." Sehun said pushing Jongin away from him.
"I'm not going to get sick touching your forehead idiot."
Sehun lay on his bed whining about how cold he is, and then how hot he is while jongin sat on the floor at the other side of the room, watching him and asking if he needed anything every couple of minutes.
"Jonginaah. Jonginnn." Sehun whined.
"Hmm?" Jongin replied, flicking through one of the many comic books sehun had stacked near his bed.
"Can you cuddle me, I'm cold." Jongins heart starting beating erratically. If he thought sehun was a big baby when he's tired, well when sehuns ill, it's ten times more.
"You just shouted at me ten minutes ago for touching you."
"I know but I'm cold. And I'm tired and I can't sleep. Even if I wanted to. I don't have energy to have another nightmare. So come, please. I have disposable masks in the top drawer of my bedside table."
