Josh Dun x Reader

Chicken Noodle Soup

Warnings: Mentions of minor illness

Word Count: 1448

You grabbed the box of tea from the top shelf and ripped open one of the little packets. The water began to swirl with shades of brown as the tea bag hit it. Normally the smell would be pleasant and welcoming, but your congested nose hadn't really allowed for smelling things lately.

You leaned against the counter as you waited for the tea to steep. Your head felt like it was pulsating, but it had been such a constant over the last few days that you hardly seemed to notice. It was beginning to feel like this sickness was never going to go away, and it was starting to drive you crazy. You had already had to cancel on Josh a few times because you barely felt like getting out of bed.

Your phone began to ring loudly in the living room, only adding to the pounding in your head. With your tea in hand, you slowly shuffled towards the couch to see who it was. Josh's contact picture was half poking out from under a blanket. You shoved it aside and grabbed your phone, hitting the green call button as you did so.

"Hello?" you said, followed by a little sniffle.

"Y/N!" Josh said cheerily. "How are you doing?"

"Great," you answered sarcastically.

"Oh, still sick?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I was wondering if you wanted me to come over and keep you company? I haven't been able to see you in a few days and I want to make sure that we get a chance to relax together before we leave for tour."

You sighed, "I don't know, Josh. I really don't want to get you sick right before tour. Don't you think it would be better if you stayed home?"

"No, I don't think that would be better."

The hurt was evident in his voice. You chewed on the edge of your lip as you tried to think of something to say.

"Come on, Josh. I'm just going to complain the whole time and it's not going to be any fun for you. Do you really want to deal with that?"

"You know that's not what this is about."

"Then why don't you tell me what this is about since you seem to have such a good idea?"

"You're scared of me seeing you when you're not at your best. I just want to take care of you and make sure you aren't dealing with this alone."

You should have known Josh would know exactly what was running through your head.

"I'm fine. Really."

"Are you really telling me that you don't want me to bring you a nice, hot drink and some lunch? Then we can just watch TV and cuddle on the couch and if something comes up, I'll be there to help you handle it,"

"I already made some tea," you said quietly.

"Y/N..."

"Ok, you can come over. But you can't be mad at me if you get sick!"

"I would never. See you in a few?"

"Drive safe."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

You sighed and tossed your phone back down onto the couch. It would still be awhile before Josh got to your apartment, so you decided to at least make an attempt at not looking like you had just rolled out of bed.

"It's unlocked!" you called from your position on the couch.

The door creaked a bit as it swung open, and a few moments later Jim came running into the room. He jumped up onto the couch and began to lick at your face, but you threw up an arm just in time to avoid getting slobber all over your face. Josh walked into the room shortly after, carrying a bag of food and a warm drink just like he had promised.