Miroh (Completed)

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"Chan's keeping another random kid?" Seungmin ranted in front of the five, crouching boys on the couch. He sighed angrily with both of his hands resting on his waist, eyeing suspiciously the new boy. He snickered and laughed bitterly. "Great, now I have to cook more food, watch out for another guy, and do more laundry."

"He's wearing my clothes, don't worry about another mountain of laundry," said Chan, walking past the seven boys and to the kitchen. He was looking more pale and was sweating, his eyes drooping lowly while hugging himself. The others eyed him carefully as to why the all mighty leader seemed weak all so suddenly.

"Chan, are you okay? You don't seem well," Woojin went to check Chan's forehead, putting the back of his hand on the other's forehead. He frowned and pulled back his hand. "You're burning, get some rest, will 'ya? I'll take care of the others."

"I'm fine," Chan insisted and grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator. His hands were trembling too much to open the cap which made him groan. Woojin took the bottle and opened it for him.

"Go to bed, Chan."

"I told you, I'm fine!"

"Right now." Nothing was going against Woojin when his voice becomes unusually low and threatening and Chan hated it. He rolled his eyes as he walked away from the kitchen and to his room upstairs. Woojin called for Seungmin and told him to make a soup for Chan's fever.

The curly green head boy laid down quietly, eavesdropping to the ruckus happening behind the door. His body was still shaking, face drowned in sweat and was breathing through his mouth. Chan just hoped everything was fine with Woojin taking over while he's pointlessly pressing his back against the bed.

His mind flew to the new boy and wondered what he'd gone through that he looked that bad. Chan wondered what the boy running away from or what was he asking to help him of. His eyes looked so determined to live but so desperate to take risk off his life for something, it might be someone, who knows?

Chan heard soft footsteps coming from the other side of the door, shortly followed by three soft knocks and a quiet voice, "Uh, are you awake? They said I have to wash up before dinner."

"Yeah, you can use my bath," Chan was surprised how husky his voice became, his fever was surely something. The new boy went in with a soft click of the door and went straight to the bathroom which was located at the other side of the room. Chan's eyes followed him as he walked by, the sick boy's face softened. He got up slowly, pushing himself away from the comfortable bundle of blankets and pulled one to cover his trembling body.

He went to the closet and picked out the clothes that don't fit him anymore, he also included undergarments and placed them on the bed. Chan dived back to the bed and closed his eyes, falling into a deep slumber.

Minho stepped out from the shower and wrapped his lower body with a towel. He went out from the bathroom and noticed the guy who helped him seemed asleep, he also saw the clothes that were resting at the edge of the bed. He grabbed them, "He prepared my clothes even he's sick?"

He couldn't help but smile to it.

Once dressed nicely, he went for the door but the painful groans interfered. Minho looked behind his shoulders to see the guy freezing, the blankets seemed not working. He bit his lips, maybe he needs human warmth? He thought.

He had nothing against cuddling, the problem was Chan. Minho wondered if he wouldn't mind cuddling with a damn stranger.

"Mom," He heard Chan mutter under his shaking breath. Minho frowned, he somehow felt guilty for seeing this side of Chan. Even for a short time, Minho learned that Chan was no ordinary leader to his pack and seeing him this helpless, Minho almost felt sorry.

Chan kept trembling that in any time soon he might pass out in his sleep. Minho lifted the cover and gently laid down beside the shivering boy. He was about to turn around to face Chan when an arm wrapped his body and pulled him closer to its body. Minho's breathe hitched, his eyes wide as a saucer and felt heat creeping up his face while Chan's breath blew against the skin of his nape.

Minho closed his eyes and controlled his breathing, Chan was so hot (i know, it's tru anyway) that he felt burning when their skin touched but thanks to the cold weather, it felt almost nice. He turned around, doing his best not to wake Chan up.

Now facing Chan, Minho stared at how peaceful the leader was. He moved his head under Chan's chin and sneaked his arms on Chan's waist, he soon closed his eyes while Chan brought him closer.