sick.『 yuwin 』

I.

sicheng really adores yuta.

even if he doesn't show it often, he adores the way his smile lights up all the room, he adores how he can make everybody smile, he adores the way that he makes him feel whenever he's next to him.

so the day yuta wakes up with a pale face and runs to the toilet, throwing up everything he ate the previous day, sicheng can't help but feeling down.

he doubts a little bit before going next to his friend, who is laying on his bed with a wet tissue on his forehead that taeyong wanted to put there.

a few minutes ago, all the members left the apartment to assist to their interviews and shows.

however, sicheng didn't leave the apartment.

and, obviously yuta noticed that.

"why are you still here, sicheng?", he asks with a weak voice and the other boy walks next to his bed before sitting next to him.

"because... i can't let you here alone", he starts talking. "you always take care of me, yuta. i want to return the favour".

"there's no need for that, sicheng", the japanese boy insists as he gives his dear dongsaeng a cute smile. "you can call our manager, if that's what worries you. he can take care of me while you keep on with your schedules".

"but i don't want to", sicheng insists too as he pouts. a few seconds later, his face lights up and he quickly gets up from the bed. "yes! i'll cook some soup for you", he nods as he makes his way to the kitchen, making yuta smile helplessly at sicheng's cuteness.

sicheng goes down the stairs almost skipping and smiles once he is in the kitchen.

he opens one of the drawers and finds a lot of the ingredients in it. at the end, he ends up putting on the table onions, carrots, broccoli, celery and a bottle full of water.

sicheng doesn't really know how to cook a soup.

at the end, he spills all of the bottle's content on a cooking pot and, then he cuts all the vegetables in small pieces and puts them on the pot.

he waits five, ten minutes and when thirty minutes pass by, he opens the cooking pot that contains the soup as a strange smell comes out from it.

maybe he left the soup for too much time.

he takes a plate from one of the drawers and puts the soup on it with a spoon, noticing that now all of the vegetables have got a darker color.

well, at least he can't burn water.

carefully, he picks up the plate and goes upstairs again, arriving to the room that he shared with yuta and taeil. he pushes the door with his feet, opening it and goes in.

when he sees his weak hyung on the bed, he starts feeling helplessly worse because he can't really help him.

when the older one notices sicheng, he gets up and looks at him.

"here, i hope this helps you", the chinese boy shows him his better smile and leaves the plate on his hyung's lap.

"thank you, sicheng but it's really not necessary", he smiles back at him and takes the spoon full of soup to his mouth, trying out sicheng's food.

a few seconds later, yuta starts coughing and makes a strange face but tries to hide it with a smile.

"it's awful, isn't it?", sicheng's expression changes immediately and he starres nervously at the floor as he bites his lip. "i'm really sorry, hyung. i promise to make it better the next time".

"hey, don't be sad. it's okay", he takes sicheng's hand and intertwines their fingers. sicheng can't help but smile.

it looks like he has to find another way to help yuta.

n/t:

this story is just going to be about yuta being cute with sicheng and sicheng being a whole ball of fluff so it's going to be quite short ;;.

©mitsu.