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(headspace) daniel - flu

REQUESTED BY: 
multidorbyn

SHIP:
dorbyn

EXTRA:
this is a sub space/ age play sick fic.  meaning daniel will slip into a head space causing him to act younger than he is, probably 1-2 years old.

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Daniel quickly ran a hand under his nose, his fingers immediately going back to wringing in his lap. He was perched atop the counter top, white sneakers tied neatly on his feet as they swung mindlessly while he waited for someone to notice him. The fake blonde wasn't feeling very well, his stomach hurt and his head pounded, he felt like he was breathing through a straw and his nose felt full but wouldn't stop running. His wrapped his arms around his shivering frame, wanting nothing more than to be in his arms of his boyfriend and go back to sleep.

As if the boy read his mind, Corbyn scrolled into the kitchen, his wandering eyes searching for his younger boyfriend who had escaped his morning cuddles. The older blonde found the boy on the counter, eyes covered with unshed tears as he fiddled with his fingers in his lap.

"Dani? What's wrong, angel?" Corbyn asked, his tone gentle as he placed his hands on Daniel's knees, bending down to make eye contact with the young blonde.

Daniel looked up suddenly, his bottom lips trembling as a single tear slid down his pale face. The boy clenched his eyes, throwing his arms around Corbyn as he shoved his face into his neck. Corbyn hugged the boy back without hesitation, his warm arms making the younger feel secure in his grasp.

"What's wrong bub?" Corbyn asked again, his voice barely above a whisper, his hands soothingly rubbing up and down Daniel's back.

"I don't feel well." The boy whimpered, his face moving slightly as he wiped his tears on Corbyn's tan corduroy jacket.

Corbyn hugged the boy tighter knowing today was a busy today, there was no way he was going to be able to get out of it, "I'm sorry baby, but you know management won't let you have the day off." Corbyn sympathized, immediately regretting it when he felt Daniel let out a small sob into his shoulder.

"Sh sh, okay. How about you go to sleep and I'll wake you up when they need you for sound check." Corbyn suggested, beginning to rock slightly, trying to get the younger blonde to go sleep.

Daniel nuzzled his head deeper into Corbyn's neck letting his warm skin soothe him to sleep. Once Corbyn felt the boy's body go limp, he gently picked him up, cradling the boy to his chest.

"Is everyone ready?" Jonah asked, his voice raised as he walked into the tour bus kitchen, "Woah, is he okay?" 

"He said he doesn't feel well, he may be coming down with something. I just hope he doesn't slip." Corbyn told the brunette, his brows scrunched in worry as he continued to sway softly.

"If he slips, we'll try to play it off. It'll be okay, man." Jonah soothed, placing a hand on Corbyn's shoulder, his other hand running through Daniel's hair softly.

Corbyn nodded, following behind Jonah as the older led him inside. Zach and Jack were already inside, probably running around and messing things up. The older blonde carried Daniel inside, fussing at Jack and Zach, who were indeed running around and messing things up, to keep it quiet.  He placed the blonde down on a empty couch, covering his shivering body with a blanket.