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"No," Dokja says, placing Jonghyuk onto the bed with all the grace and elegance of a WWE body slam, "You're sick."
"I'm not," Jonghyuk frowns, "I've never been sick, never will."
Dokja doesn't bother arguing. "What'd you eat yesterday?"
Jonghyuk blinks blearily at him, then decides he needs Dokja's hand against his face oh so desperately, "Kim Namwoon's cursed pizza rolls."
Jonghyuk's cheek is molten lava against the pale of the smaller's hand and the former snuggles closer into it, enjoying the cool deliriously.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/53778751?view_adult=true