scented

seven

the warmth of his embrace soaked into me,
a powerful charm
against the dark things ; juliet marillier

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jinyoung turned off the stove and scooped out a large bowl of soup. whilst mark had been resting, jinyoung was busy boiling soup and finding medicine that mark could take.

jinyoung carried the bowl of soup, mark's medication and half a glass of warm water on a small tray he'd found into mark's room.

mark had woken by then, and he watched as jinyoung set the tray down on the desk. eyeing the bowl of steaming hot soup, mark's stomach growled. he lowered his head in embarrassment as he felt the heat rise to his cheeks. jinyoung let out a chuckle and mark decided that it was one of the most beautiful sounds he'd ever heard.

jinyoung leant over the bed and helped mark into a sitting position, placing the pillow behind mark to make him more comfortable. sitting on the edge of mark's bed, he took the bowl into his left hand and the spoon in his right. mark reached out for the bowl in an attempt to feed himself, but he lacked the strength. his arms fell back onto his lap and he folded his legs into a criss-cross position.

"here, i'll feed you." jinyoung dipped the spoon into the bowl and brought it to his own lips, blowing softly before feeding it to mark.

the bowl of soup was emptied in a jiffy and mark had taken his medicine with the glass of warm water. settling back into bed, mark watched as jinyoung stood up, gathering all that he'd brought into the room. not wanting jinyoung to leave, mark reached out and grabbed jinyoung's wrist gently, effectively stopping him from picking up the tray.

"s-stay with me...", he sneezed several times, "please, jinyoung."

jinyoung felt his heart squeeze and he turned towards mark, sitting on the edge of his bed once again.

mark shook his head, only for it to pound mercilessly. he whimpered softly as he brought his hands to his head. jinyoung moved closer to mark, pulling mark's head into his lap. mark, however, had other plans as he moved his head back to his own pillow when the pounding had stopped.

"jinyoung...", hues of light pink consumed his cheeks as he made his request almost inaudibly, "c-cuddle, please?"

upon hearing mark's request, jinyoung could not find it in himself to reject mark. he felt his heartbeat speed up as he lowered himself down onto the bed, pulling mark flush against his clothed chest. mark nuzzled his head into jinyoung's chest immediately, unable to resist the warmth radiating from jinyoung. mark closed his eyes, and his breathing slowed, signalling that he'd fallen into a deep sleep. jinyoung placed a gentle kiss on mark's forehead and pulled the covers over them, before his own eyes fluttered shut, his dark lashes fanning the top of his cheeks.

they lay together that winter night, warmth radiating from their figures as the dim moonlight streamed into the room, accentuating the little bubble they've created.