allergic to you

"Shut up and just have your soup before I shove it down your throat," comes the younger boy's saccharine reply. Before Minho can respond, all his words and air are snatched out of him, leaving behind a sudden gaping hole in his chest when he feels fingertips tilt his chin up. He blinks as Hyunjin gently pries the ladle from Minho's curled fingers, watches as he dips it in the golden broth. The steam rises in soft wisps from the bowl. His eyes follow it, striving to fixate on something, anything other than him- the man who has tortured his thoughts day and night, who has twisted his heart in vines of confusion and guilt and secret blooms of hope and warmth.

Or, in which Hwang Hyunjin takes care of Lee Minho's sorry ass when he falls prey to spring allergies. In the process, poor Minho realizes he's completely screwed and in love with his best friend