"chanhee, go lay down!" changmin never knew that the older 98' liner was sick, and was now determined to help the cold stop being a bothersome bitch and go away. from the look in his eyes and the emotion in his voice when he sang, the brunette knew that chanhee loved to sing, and he didnt want a cold to stop the other from doing what he wanted.
"no, chang, this is my house, i should be a good host!" the younger swore that he knew the way to the weak spot in his heart with how cutely he was whining— whining— changmin swore he would get a heart attack from the effect the older had on his poor whipped heart.
"but youre sick, and if you have a cold then you cant sing, dont you want to do that? if you dont rest youll continue to be sick, hee, please lay down. i wanna take care of you, dont worry about it." okay, maybe changmin was starting to panic now. he didnt blame the other for not responding— he did just spill half his thoughts out, after all— but it still made him wonder if he said anything wrong.
"fine, but just for you, okay, cutie?" oh, how the brunette knew that he was blushing just because of that nickname. chanhee definitely knew the way to his heart, he was sure of it now.
"okay, good, now go!" honestly, changmin had no idea how to help a cold go the fuck away. ionno, tissues or something? he would always try to constantly blow his nose to have it go away then give up halfway through and just wait it out, but he didnt want chanhee to do that because it wasnt exactly effecient.
well, fuck, how in the world was he supposed to do this?
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𝙃𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙔 : nyukyu.
Hayran Kurguhe hated coffee, but he went to that cafe just to watch the boy who sounded sweeter than honey.
