𝙃𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙔 : nyukyu.

𝙏𝙒𝙀𝙇𝙑𝙀.

changmin quickly discovered that chanhee tended to be quite cuddly whenever he was sick. the brunette definitely wasnt complaining, even though it felt like he would have a heart attack any time soon.

"minnn, look at me." usually, the brunette would find it annoying if someone was constantly whining to him— especially if it was eric— so why was chanhee an exception? hell, why was he even questioning it, he already knew that it was because he was whipped.

"hmm? what is it, hee?" changmin seemed extra smiley. maybe (read: of course) it was because chanhee was so close to him.

"youre pretty ~" oh, fuck, there goes the butterflies in his stomach, hitting every corner until it made the younger fall even harder than before. why was his heart suddenly beating so fast? surely a few words couldnt do that much to his oh so weak heart.

"youre pretty too." honestly, changmin didnt know how he managed to form that sentence properly without spilling his guts to the other. whatever, he didnt think about it too long, because suddenly the ticklish feeling of chanhee burying his head into his neck made sure all of his attention was for nothing else but him.

to be truthful, changmin had no idea what to do, instead just pulling the drowsy boy closer and trying to get him to fall asleep— oh, how he would love to see chanhee fall asleep in his embrace.

he always knew how to help kevin when he was all over the place with what to do about jacob— oh, the chaos— so what made chanhee so different? so many things were different when it came to choi chanhee.