He awoke to soft sheets, and the morning light trickled in through the blinds. Shedding himself of the remaining glimpses of a dream, his eyes were still shut as he soaked in the warmth of his covers. Stifling a lazy yawn, his eyes fluttered open, meeting deep brown ones, painted by the color of melted chocolate that stared deep into his soul. Taehyung felt like he was about lose himself in those eyes if it were not for the blatant concern that was written all over the face of the man in front of him. Creases dotted the man's forehead and his face was shaped by an deep frown that he failed to hide despite his transparent attempts.
It was only when intense eye contact was broken, that Taehyung realized that there was a damp towel pressed to his forehead. He suddenly felt the uncomfortable heat of the room. A light recurring throb between his eyes only proved that he was in fact, sick.
Flu maybe. Nothing too serious, he thought, as wiggled his toes and attempted to sit up. However, his hysterical boyfriend seemed to think otherwise. He felt a strong grip on his shoulders, keeping his body pressed to the frame of the bed.
"YOU'RE DYING"
"Hyung," he sighed, as he once again attempted to push his weight against the floor of the wooden frame, only in vain.
"I WOKE UP A-AND YOU WERE SWEATING AND YOUR BODY FELT LIMP AND YOUR LIPS LOOKED PALE, I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO"
"Jin-hyung, it's okay, it's just slight fever-"
"I CAN'T JUST RISK YOUR HEALTH YOU DUMB ASS YOU CAN'T DIE OKAY I'M GOING TO CALL SOMEONE SO DON'T MOVE. YOU ARE NOT GOING ANYWHERE EXCEPT THE HOSPITAL STAY PUT OKA-"
A tight grip on his arm stops Jin in his tracks, as he is pulled into the warm and somewhat sweaty embrace of the sick boy in front of him. Long, slender fingers trace his lower back and find their way up to his neck as smooth circles are drawn repeatedly, a cycle he never wanted to end. His mind soothes and soon, he stops struggling against the increasing contact, rekindling a familiar warmth that fills his heart. He could almost sense the younger's boxy smile against the crook of his neck as his silky voice fills his ears.
"Hyung."
"Taehyung-ah."
"I'm okay and I love you. I love you so please calm down. Okay?" he asks the question smoothly, the baritone of his voice reverberating through Jin's bones as Taehyung slides a strong arm over his shoulders. The low rumble of his voice is comforting as it wraps around the older and carries him off to a world where sound is the power that could change everything wrong in the world.
