38°C; Minho/Key
(describe/draw) one caring for the other when they are injured/sick
Author's Note: for this thing i'm doing at tumblr. it's something i wrote really really fast so do forgive me if it seems disjointed. also. warning, it's a short drabble so don't expect too much. >v< still, thank you for finding your way here and i hope you'll enjoy the quick dose of fluff!
Minho is stuffing tissues up his nose when Kibum walks into his room with a basin half filled with water in his hands.
Taking one look at Minho’s current condition, Kibum rolls his eyes and says, “Serves you right.”
Tired, Minho lies back down on the bed but this time, adjusts himself closer to one side so Kibum has the space to sit beside him.
“This is what happens when you decide to play soccer in the rain.”
Minho has nothing to say because he doesn’t want to admit that Kibum is right. Besides, his throat is sore so that gives him even more reason to remain silent. Not that Kibum cares for an answer anyway since he isn’t here to chat with Minho. There are more important things to do than nag at his boyfriend.
After placing the basin down on the bedside table, Kibum pulls out a face towel from his pocket and naturally settles next to Minho on his bed.
“What’s that for?” Pulling out the tissues from his nose, Minho asks in a voice that doesn’t sound like his as he watches Kibum soak the towel in the water.
“Gotta lower your temperature…” Kibum mumbles distractedly as he wrings out the excessive water and makes sure the towel isn’t dripping any water when he moves it away from the basin.
“Lie still.” Kibum instructs as he turns Minho’s head to the front so he can place the wet cloth on his forehead, “There… this should do the trick.”
Minho can’t help but shiver when he realises the towel is a little cold, “Kibum…”
Kibum quickly holds the towel in place, “Stop turning to look at me.”
“This isn’t going to bring my fever down…” Minho grumbles.
“Why not?”
“I’m always burning up when you’re around.”
Kibum can only blink as he looks at Minho and lets his boyfriend’s words sink in. When it does, Kibum instinctively punches Minho on his arm. Even so, Minho happily takes the punch with a smile so wide, suddenly looking like he isn’t sick at all.
“I guess I should go away then…” Kibum threatens.
“You should.”
To Kibum’s surprise, Minho gives a different answer than expected.
“I don’t want you falling sick.” Minho simply explains, pulling the towel off his forehead and passing it to Kibum, “I’ll be fine by myself.”
Taking the now warm towel back, Kibum ignores Minho’s request and soaks it in the basin once again, repeating the earlier process.
“Quit worrying.” Kibum scolds as he places the towel back onto Minho’s forehead, “Just get some rest alright?”
Minho smiles as he relaxes and closes his eyes, reaching out to hold Kibum’s hand, “Thanks Kibummie… the best boyfriend award belongs to you.”
Kibum thinks the fever is getting to him too when he can’t seem to stop himself from smiling.
He probably needs the cold towel more than Minho right now.
Author's Note: for this thing i'm doing at tumblr. it's something i wrote really really fast so do forgive me if it seems disjointed. also. warning, it's a short drabble so don't expect too much. >v< still, thank you for finding your way here and i hope you'll enjoy the quick dose of fluff!
Minho is stuffing tissues up his nose when Kibum walks into his room with a basin half filled with water in his hands.
Taking one look at Minho’s current condition, Kibum rolls his eyes and says, “Serves you right.”
Tired, Minho lies back down on the bed but this time, adjusts himself closer to one side so Kibum has the space to sit beside him.
“This is what happens when you decide to play soccer in the rain.”
Minho has nothing to say because he doesn’t want to admit that Kibum is right. Besides, his throat is sore so that gives him even more reason to remain silent. Not that Kibum cares for an answer anyway since he isn’t here to chat with Minho. There are more important things to do than nag at his boyfriend.
After placing the basin down on the bedside table, Kibum pulls out a face towel from his pocket and naturally settles next to Minho on his bed.
“What’s that for?” Pulling out the tissues from his nose, Minho asks in a voice that doesn’t sound like his as he watches Kibum soak the towel in the water.
“Gotta lower your temperature…” Kibum mumbles distractedly as he wrings out the excessive water and makes sure the towel isn’t dripping any water when he moves it away from the basin.
“Lie still.” Kibum instructs as he turns Minho’s head to the front so he can place the wet cloth on his forehead, “There… this should do the trick.”
Minho can’t help but shiver when he realises the towel is a little cold, “Kibum…”
Kibum quickly holds the towel in place, “Stop turning to look at me.”
“This isn’t going to bring my fever down…” Minho grumbles.
“Why not?”
“I’m always burning up when you’re around.”
Kibum can only blink as he looks at Minho and lets his boyfriend’s words sink in. When it does, Kibum instinctively punches Minho on his arm. Even so, Minho happily takes the punch with a smile so wide, suddenly looking like he isn’t sick at all.
“I guess I should go away then…” Kibum threatens.
“You should.”
To Kibum’s surprise, Minho gives a different answer than expected.
“I don’t want you falling sick.” Minho simply explains, pulling the towel off his forehead and passing it to Kibum, “I’ll be fine by myself.”
Taking the now warm towel back, Kibum ignores Minho’s request and soaks it in the basin once again, repeating the earlier process.
“Quit worrying.” Kibum scolds as he places the towel back onto Minho’s forehead, “Just get some rest alright?”
Minho smiles as he relaxes and closes his eyes, reaching out to hold Kibum’s hand, “Thanks Kibummie… the best boyfriend award belongs to you.”
Kibum thinks the fever is getting to him too when he can’t seem to stop himself from smiling.
He probably needs the cold towel more than Minho right now.