The next morning wasn't kind to Jisung. He felt like shit as he rolled out of bed, eyes watering and nose running. He doesn't remember doing anything to instigate a cold, but his sore throat was proving otherwise. He whined and groaned, the door of his bedroom being opened a minute later.
"You don't look so hot."
"I don't feel so hot either."
"You should probably stay home." Any other day, Jisung would argue, except today he only had one class and he was sure to sleep through it with his pounding headache. So he just nodded weakly. "I'd stay with you, but I have a really big exam today." Jisung waved him away. Hyunjin came back with a cup of tea and medicine. "You can sleep some more after you take it." With that, he left. Jisung fell asleep soon after.
The second time he wakes up, someone is massaging his temples. It honestly felt so nice, Jisung sighing in satisfaction. The person chuckled and Jisung opened his eyes in a panic. "What are you doing here?" He asked, trying and failing to sit up.
"You shouldn't move to fast, kitten. Your head must hurt." Jisung felt his rosy cheeks and he hid under the covers in embarrassment. "Hyunjin told me you were sick. He said I should check up on you." Of course Hyunjin sent him. Of course because Minho is with Hyunjin and Jisung is Hyunjin's friend and- Jisung groaned again. "How about you go back to sleep?" The rumbling of Jisung's tummy reminded him he hadn't eaten breakfast. "Or maybe you should eat. You have to keep your strength up." The last thing he wanted was to cook, but hunger was human nature and he couldn't let himself starve. He made to move, Minho settled his hand on Jisung's thigh. "Where are you going?"
"To the kitchen." Minho laughed, patting his thigh and standing up.
"What for? You're sick."
"Sure and I'm also hungry. Your point?" Minho gave him a minute, looking perplexed until he finally sighed.
"Must I spell out everything! I'll make you food." Okay... what? Minho never cooked, at least not when he was over. He always asked Jisung or Hyunjin or even Seungmin. Never did he go near the stove. "Don't look so shocked. I can cook you know."
"But you never do."
"Maybe you're just that special." He punctuated his words with a wink. Leaving a flustered Jisung behind, he disappeared to the kitchen.
An undetermined amount of time later (Jisung might have had another nap), Minho reappeared, tray of food in hand. He handed a spoon to Jisung and he took a big mouthful, coughing and spitting the food out. "Warn a man, will you?"
"Figured you'd be smarter." Minho took back the spoon, aiding in feeding Jisung. He blew at the steam, smiling warmly after every bite Jisung made. It shouldn't have been as cute as it was, but Minho looked so sympathetic and Jisung might have just melted at his concern. "All done. You should rest now, I'll be around when you wake up." Jisung nodded, getting comfy on the bed. "Oh and-" Minho grabbed his bag, digging through it before taking out something Jisung had laid his eyes on before. "To keep you company." In his hands was the stuffed panda from the mall. "Sleep tight."
Jisung should have gone straight to sleep. Yet, his mind had wandered. He stared at the panda in his arms in shock. Had Minho caught him in his staring? Even so, why indulge him? Why buy this stuffed panda for him when he should be buying gifts for Hyunjin? The swirling storm of thoughts lasted minutes more before finally Jisung gave up trying to understand. He hugged the panda bear tight as he dreamt happy thoughts.
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Fanfic"He's a really good friend, I'm sure you'll love him." If he was anything like the boys that have already graced his home, he'd accept him. Hyunjin's phone suddenly buzzed. "He's outside." He excused himself, coming back a moment later with Minho be...
