"sick day" - bkyung.
sick day,
bkyung, 789w, pg.
minhyuk is a good boyfriend. sometimes.
Minhyuk heaved a sigh as he wiped down the last table of his shift. He was dead tired and had an essay due in the morning, but that was the least of his concerns. More than anything, he was worried about his sick boyfriend lying helplessly in bed. It’d make their lives easier if Kyung would just move into Minhyuk’s apartment, but the younger refused to leave his best friend Jiho on his own. Regardless, Minhyuk would stop by with soup and comfort whether or not Jiho was home too. Kyung didn’t get sick often, so when he did, he got really sick. On top of that, he turned into the biggest baby Minhyuk had ever had to deal with-Minhyuk’s phone had been blowing up all day with message after message of Kyung whining about being too hot, too cold, come here, don’t look at me, I’m going to die, bury me with your nudes. Minhyuk managed to fire off a reply during his break, promising to visit his sick boyfriend.
to kyung [11:33 PM]:
on my way
The perk of working in a small restaurant was being able to take home food every night. Minhyuk lived on his own and his boss tended to spoil him with specially prepared dishes, always gushing about how she always wished she had a son. Minhyuk had asked her to prepare soup for him this evening, explaining he had a sick friend and knew her soup would be just the thing he needed. Minhyuk placed the Styrofoam container on the passenger seat, sliding into his own seat before igniting the engine. Kyung’s apartment was about a ten minute drive from the restaurant which would hopefully be enough time for the younger to get out of bed and unlock the door.
from kyung [11:35 PM]:
I’m hideous
to kyung [11:41 PM]:
don’t say that
ps I’m here
from kyung [11:42 PM]:
I am though :(
door’s open
Minhyuk sighed, slipping his phone into his pocket to grasp the container with a second hand before trudging up the stairs. The elevator had been broken down for weeks now, fortunately Kyung and Jiho lived on the third floor so the trek up wasn’t as bad as it could be. He didn’t bother knocking on the door, just turned the knob and stepped in. Minhyuk found his boyfriend curled up on the couch, probably too exhausted to make it back to bed after unlocking the door. Minhyuk frowned.
“Hey sleepy head,” he said softly, crouching down to the floor to meet Kyung’s eyes. “I brought you some soup.”
Kyung’s lips pulled into the tiniest smile, tired eyes slowly blinking open. “You’re here,” he rasped. Kyung sounded even worse than he looked and it pained Minhyuk to see his boyfriend so vulnerable.
“Eat up.” The older pried the plastic lid off of the container, a cloud of steam rising from the broth as Minhyuk placed it on the coffee table. He rose to his feet, taking long strides to the kitchen to fetch a spoon.
“How was work?” Kyung murmured when Minhyuk had returned, carefully stirring the soup before bringing a mouthful to Kyung’s lips.
“Pretty busy, actually,” Minhyuk answered honestly, gently tilting the spoon and absent-mindedly running fingers through Kyung’s hair. Minhyuk could practically feel the other’s fever radiating from his scalp. Minhyuk frowned.
Kyung hummed in delight. “This is the old lady’s soup, right? It’s great, tell her thanks.”
Minhyuk nodded, bringing another spoonful up for the other. “Of course.”
After Kyung had finished his soup, Minhyuk carried him to bed, throwing the sheets back and gently placing the almost-asleep boy atop the mattress. Minhyuk slide in next to him, wrapping his arms around the other’s waist and holding him close. It didn’t take long for Kyung to fall asleep, face nuzzled into the older’s neck. Minhyuk wasn’t far behind him; eyes fluttering closed and essay long forgotten.
The next day, Minhyuk decided to skip his class, opting for a lazy day in bed. He felt his phone buzz from the night side table.
from kyung [12:09 PM]:
you are pretty cute when you’re nice
Minhyuk snorted. It wasn’t like Minhyuk wasn’t usually thoughtful when it came to Kyung; he did little things here and there, though he couldn’t deny that they had a weird relationship. They fought a lot, but it wasn’t really fighting-mostly good-natured teasing with loving undertones.
to kyung [12:10 PM]:
what am I when I’m not nice
Minhyuk smirked to himself as if he already knew exactly what Kyung would say. He didn’t have to wait very long for the response, proving Kyung didn’t have to think much about it either.
from kyung [12:10 PM]:
hot as fuck
Minhyuk’s smirk grew.
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A/N: i saw this and all i could think was "bkyung" so this happened
bkyung, 789w, pg.
minhyuk is a good boyfriend. sometimes.
Minhyuk heaved a sigh as he wiped down the last table of his shift. He was dead tired and had an essay due in the morning, but that was the least of his concerns. More than anything, he was worried about his sick boyfriend lying helplessly in bed. It’d make their lives easier if Kyung would just move into Minhyuk’s apartment, but the younger refused to leave his best friend Jiho on his own. Regardless, Minhyuk would stop by with soup and comfort whether or not Jiho was home too. Kyung didn’t get sick often, so when he did, he got really sick. On top of that, he turned into the biggest baby Minhyuk had ever had to deal with-Minhyuk’s phone had been blowing up all day with message after message of Kyung whining about being too hot, too cold, come here, don’t look at me, I’m going to die, bury me with your nudes. Minhyuk managed to fire off a reply during his break, promising to visit his sick boyfriend.
to kyung [11:33 PM]:
on my way
The perk of working in a small restaurant was being able to take home food every night. Minhyuk lived on his own and his boss tended to spoil him with specially prepared dishes, always gushing about how she always wished she had a son. Minhyuk had asked her to prepare soup for him this evening, explaining he had a sick friend and knew her soup would be just the thing he needed. Minhyuk placed the Styrofoam container on the passenger seat, sliding into his own seat before igniting the engine. Kyung’s apartment was about a ten minute drive from the restaurant which would hopefully be enough time for the younger to get out of bed and unlock the door.
from kyung [11:35 PM]:
I’m hideous
to kyung [11:41 PM]:
don’t say that
ps I’m here
from kyung [11:42 PM]:
I am though :(
door’s open
Minhyuk sighed, slipping his phone into his pocket to grasp the container with a second hand before trudging up the stairs. The elevator had been broken down for weeks now, fortunately Kyung and Jiho lived on the third floor so the trek up wasn’t as bad as it could be. He didn’t bother knocking on the door, just turned the knob and stepped in. Minhyuk found his boyfriend curled up on the couch, probably too exhausted to make it back to bed after unlocking the door. Minhyuk frowned.
“Hey sleepy head,” he said softly, crouching down to the floor to meet Kyung’s eyes. “I brought you some soup.”
Kyung’s lips pulled into the tiniest smile, tired eyes slowly blinking open. “You’re here,” he rasped. Kyung sounded even worse than he looked and it pained Minhyuk to see his boyfriend so vulnerable.
“Eat up.” The older pried the plastic lid off of the container, a cloud of steam rising from the broth as Minhyuk placed it on the coffee table. He rose to his feet, taking long strides to the kitchen to fetch a spoon.
“How was work?” Kyung murmured when Minhyuk had returned, carefully stirring the soup before bringing a mouthful to Kyung’s lips.
“Pretty busy, actually,” Minhyuk answered honestly, gently tilting the spoon and absent-mindedly running fingers through Kyung’s hair. Minhyuk could practically feel the other’s fever radiating from his scalp. Minhyuk frowned.
Kyung hummed in delight. “This is the old lady’s soup, right? It’s great, tell her thanks.”
Minhyuk nodded, bringing another spoonful up for the other. “Of course.”
After Kyung had finished his soup, Minhyuk carried him to bed, throwing the sheets back and gently placing the almost-asleep boy atop the mattress. Minhyuk slide in next to him, wrapping his arms around the other’s waist and holding him close. It didn’t take long for Kyung to fall asleep, face nuzzled into the older’s neck. Minhyuk wasn’t far behind him; eyes fluttering closed and essay long forgotten.
The next day, Minhyuk decided to skip his class, opting for a lazy day in bed. He felt his phone buzz from the night side table.
from kyung [12:09 PM]:
you are pretty cute when you’re nice
Minhyuk snorted. It wasn’t like Minhyuk wasn’t usually thoughtful when it came to Kyung; he did little things here and there, though he couldn’t deny that they had a weird relationship. They fought a lot, but it wasn’t really fighting-mostly good-natured teasing with loving undertones.
to kyung [12:10 PM]:
what am I when I’m not nice
Minhyuk smirked to himself as if he already knew exactly what Kyung would say. He didn’t have to wait very long for the response, proving Kyung didn’t have to think much about it either.
from kyung [12:10 PM]:
hot as fuck
Minhyuk’s smirk grew.
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A/N: i saw this and all i could think was "bkyung" so this happened
