Being Sick
Title: Being Sick
Pairing: HyukHae
Rating: G
Type: Drabble
Genre: Fluff
Disclaimer: I do not own any of them.
Summary: Hyukjae pays a visit to the other dorm and is faced with a scared Shindong. What, or who could have possibly frightened someone so.
A/N: my baby hearthyuk was sick yesterday, I hope you feel better today. and this one is for you.
”I wouldn't if I were you,” Shindong warned. Hyukjae looked up from taking his shoes off, surprised by not only Shindong's sentence, but also by the way he was peeking our from the door.
”Eh? What are you talking about?” he asked, and took a step into the apartment, closer to the older. Shindong looked around, as if to be sure that no one would attack him, for some strange reason.
“He's been impossible all day. All of us would take it for granted that he'd be extra clingy in that state, but no, I think he's possessed by aliens, honestly.”
“Hyung, you have to get out of this apartment,” Hyukjae laughed, and patted Shindongs shoulder, “call your fiancé, or something.”
“Leeteuk hyung told me to not leave him alone, but, since you're here now... I guess I should do that,” Shindong let out a sigh of relief, and disappeared off to his own room.
Hyukjae frowned, what could be so bad, that even Shindong got discouraged? Hyukjae had had schedule the whole day, and figured that to make a visit at the dorm above would be a good, nice idea. Maybe he was wrong. Shindong was already on his way out, Leeteuk still had a schedule, and Heechul was never to be found anywhere, leaving only one person to still be in the apartment.
He thought it over, long and throughout, before he lightly knocked on the closed door. Without really waiting for an answer, like 'come in' or 'enter', he twisted the door handle, and looked inside of the room. It was dark, though one small lamp was lit on the counter, but there was no energy in the room whatsoever. He jumped when he heard a groan coming from one of the beds.
“Donghae-yah, you scared me!” Hyukjae exclaimed and clutched over his heart.
“Get. Out.”
“How can I get out when you're acting like this. Are you sick? Have you had any schedule today?” He opened the door a little more, letting too much light into the room, and Donghae desperately hid under his cover.
“Yes, and no.”
Hyukjae sighed and walked over the Donghae's bed, turning the switch on the other small lamp beside them. Now at least he could see the state Donghae was in. He sure had looked better, even though sweat plastering hair onto their foreheads was something they were used to from the stage, it didn't go well with skin too pale for it being normal.
“Ah, Donghae, how did you become like this?” he asked, as he sat down on the bed, beside Donghae. Donghae turned to his side and clutched the cover tighter, not giving the other an answer. “You know, this explains a lot of things. Like why the text I got for lunch was only one syllable.” Hyukjae laughed and thought back to when he got it. 'Eat' it had said.
“Well, I didn't have energy to write more,” Donghae mumbled.
“Has Shindong tried to take care of you the whole day?”
“He didn't do a good job.”
“Donghae-yah, why are you being so rude? I'm sure Shindong did the best he could.”
“But Shindong isn't Umma,” Donghae snapped, breathing heavily, as if he just had strained himself, and laid down on the cushion again.
“Have you talked to your Umma today? Hyukjae asked, and got a nod as response.
“S-she told me to stay warm, and try to eat something, and take medication. Your umma told me that too. But I just can't stop freezing, and everything hurts so much,” Donghae shut his eyes tightly, and took shallow breaths. Hyukjae really felt bad for him. He remembered the feeling of being sick, and helpless, and wanting his mother there more than anything in the world.
“Has the cleaning lady been here?” he asked, having something on mind.
“Twenty minutes ago maybe. Why?”
“Did she change your sheets?”
“They were drenched in sweat, she forced me out of bed so she could give me new ones,” Donghae muttered. Hyukjae chuckled at how Donghae still was acting like a little kid.
“Hey, scootch over,” he demanded, and patted Donghae on the shoulder.
“B-but- I'm sick, I don't want you to get sick too-”
“You said she changed the sheets, now scootch, make room.”
Donghae reluctantly moved over, to give Hyukjae the space he requested on the bed, though the cover was still only for him. Hyukjae wrapped his arm securely around Donghae's waist, pulling the younger's back against his chest. Even though there was no way Hyukjae could cure Donghae's illness right that second, he could still offer some sort of comfort.
“Now, let's get you warmed up,” he mumbled.
Pairing: HyukHae
Rating: G
Type: Drabble
Genre: Fluff
Disclaimer: I do not own any of them.
Summary: Hyukjae pays a visit to the other dorm and is faced with a scared Shindong. What, or who could have possibly frightened someone so.
A/N: my baby hearthyuk was sick yesterday, I hope you feel better today. and this one is for you.
”I wouldn't if I were you,” Shindong warned. Hyukjae looked up from taking his shoes off, surprised by not only Shindong's sentence, but also by the way he was peeking our from the door.
”Eh? What are you talking about?” he asked, and took a step into the apartment, closer to the older. Shindong looked around, as if to be sure that no one would attack him, for some strange reason.
“He's been impossible all day. All of us would take it for granted that he'd be extra clingy in that state, but no, I think he's possessed by aliens, honestly.”
“Hyung, you have to get out of this apartment,” Hyukjae laughed, and patted Shindongs shoulder, “call your fiancé, or something.”
“Leeteuk hyung told me to not leave him alone, but, since you're here now... I guess I should do that,” Shindong let out a sigh of relief, and disappeared off to his own room.
Hyukjae frowned, what could be so bad, that even Shindong got discouraged? Hyukjae had had schedule the whole day, and figured that to make a visit at the dorm above would be a good, nice idea. Maybe he was wrong. Shindong was already on his way out, Leeteuk still had a schedule, and Heechul was never to be found anywhere, leaving only one person to still be in the apartment.
He thought it over, long and throughout, before he lightly knocked on the closed door. Without really waiting for an answer, like 'come in' or 'enter', he twisted the door handle, and looked inside of the room. It was dark, though one small lamp was lit on the counter, but there was no energy in the room whatsoever. He jumped when he heard a groan coming from one of the beds.
“Donghae-yah, you scared me!” Hyukjae exclaimed and clutched over his heart.
“Get. Out.”
“How can I get out when you're acting like this. Are you sick? Have you had any schedule today?” He opened the door a little more, letting too much light into the room, and Donghae desperately hid under his cover.
“Yes, and no.”
Hyukjae sighed and walked over the Donghae's bed, turning the switch on the other small lamp beside them. Now at least he could see the state Donghae was in. He sure had looked better, even though sweat plastering hair onto their foreheads was something they were used to from the stage, it didn't go well with skin too pale for it being normal.
“Ah, Donghae, how did you become like this?” he asked, as he sat down on the bed, beside Donghae. Donghae turned to his side and clutched the cover tighter, not giving the other an answer. “You know, this explains a lot of things. Like why the text I got for lunch was only one syllable.” Hyukjae laughed and thought back to when he got it. 'Eat' it had said.
“Well, I didn't have energy to write more,” Donghae mumbled.
“Has Shindong tried to take care of you the whole day?”
“He didn't do a good job.”
“Donghae-yah, why are you being so rude? I'm sure Shindong did the best he could.”
“But Shindong isn't Umma,” Donghae snapped, breathing heavily, as if he just had strained himself, and laid down on the cushion again.
“Have you talked to your Umma today? Hyukjae asked, and got a nod as response.
“S-she told me to stay warm, and try to eat something, and take medication. Your umma told me that too. But I just can't stop freezing, and everything hurts so much,” Donghae shut his eyes tightly, and took shallow breaths. Hyukjae really felt bad for him. He remembered the feeling of being sick, and helpless, and wanting his mother there more than anything in the world.
“Has the cleaning lady been here?” he asked, having something on mind.
“Twenty minutes ago maybe. Why?”
“Did she change your sheets?”
“They were drenched in sweat, she forced me out of bed so she could give me new ones,” Donghae muttered. Hyukjae chuckled at how Donghae still was acting like a little kid.
“Hey, scootch over,” he demanded, and patted Donghae on the shoulder.
“B-but- I'm sick, I don't want you to get sick too-”
“You said she changed the sheets, now scootch, make room.”
Donghae reluctantly moved over, to give Hyukjae the space he requested on the bed, though the cover was still only for him. Hyukjae wrapped his arm securely around Donghae's waist, pulling the younger's back against his chest. Even though there was no way Hyukjae could cure Donghae's illness right that second, he could still offer some sort of comfort.
“Now, let's get you warmed up,” he mumbled.