Curing the Common Cold
Curing the Common Cold
1000 words, rated PG-13
Super Junior: Kyuhyun/Yesung
Summary: Kyuhyun says a person cannot catch a cold; Jongwoon begs to differ.
It starts as it always starts, with Kyuhyun sneezing into yet another tissue.
Jongwoon stares at the white tissues, slightly crumpled, that now cover the majority of the coffee table. “I told you not to go out in the rain. You never listen to me.”
Kyuhyun looks at him, eyes puffy and red. “You know that has never been proven. You cannot catch a cold because of the weather.” He blows his nose into a new tissue and drops it on the table with the others. “And, I would listen to you if you ever said anything important.”
Kyuhyun rubs his neck, flopping back onto the sofa with a smirk. The box of tissues is too far for Kyuhyun to reach, or that is what he wants Jongwoon to get out of all of the gestures. Jongwoon does what any good boyfriend would do in the situation. He reaches over and tosses the box toward Kyuhyun.
He can’t help it if the box hits Kyuhyun in the face.
Jongwoon calls in sick on Kyuhyun’s behalf when the latter’s voice gets too scratchy to identify. Kyuhyun stays in bed, blankets up to his chin. Jongwoon presses a kiss to the bottle of decongestant and heads to work.
“Don’t I get a kiss?” Kyuhyun asks. His voice is harsh, and his eyes are swollen.
In times like these, Jongwoon feels a little sorry for Kyuhyun, so he presses the bottle against Kyuhyun’s lips before placing it back on the nightstand.
“There’s your kiss. Remember to take that every four hours. Love you.”
He opens the door to silence, and Jongwoon would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it a little bit. The tissues have now taken over the table and are starting on the space around it. Jongwoon picks up the trash can under the kitchen cabinet and swipes most of them into the dark plastic bag. Kyuhyun coughs on cue.
“Hyung, are you home?”
Jongwoon sighs and leaves the others tissues on the floor. “Yeah, do you need something?”
“I’m kinda hungry.”
That isn’t surprising and has nothing to do with Kyuhyun being sick, but Jongwoon lets it go. “Hungry for anything in particular?”
“Really, I’ll eat anything. Except for that chewy soup you cooked the last time I was sick, or that chicken mess you made last Thursday.”
Jongwoon nods, heading for the phone book. The list, he’s sure, will get longer.
“Or the weird stuff Henry brought over that one time. You know what I’m talking about? It was totally gross.”
Jongwoon’s eyes narrow. “That was dog food, Kyuhyun.”
“Oh, well, I feel bad for whatever dog ate that shit.”
“Hey, what about Chinese?” Jongwoon’s index finger rests under a takeout restaurant not too far, if the address is right.
“That’ll work.”
Kyuhyun finishes off the last of Jongwoon’s fried rice; Jongwoon watches in amazement.
“Should you be eating all of that?”
“Why?”
Jongwoon shrugs the question off. If Kyuhyun vomits, then he can clean it up himself. “Wait, shouldn’t you be less hungry than normal? Sick people lose their appetite.”
Kyuhyun looks for any scraps in the boxes. “I am less hungry. I thought you would have noticed. Some boyfriend you are.”
Jongwoon sticks his tongue out; Kyuhyun laughs then tries to get the bits of rice stuck to the container onto his spoon.
“Why does this medicine suck so much?” Kyuhyun whines out, voice breaking on every other syllable. He self-consciously runs his fingers over the sides of his neck.
Jongwoon leans in close and plants steady kisses to Kyuhyun’s jawline. Kyuhyun takes this as a sign to pull Jongwoon to the bed, kissing his mouth with the same heat his skin is suffering from.
Kyuhyun is smiling when Jongwoon pulls back from him. “You’ve got a fever.”
The bob of Kyuhyun’s head isn’t necessary, but Jongwoon appreciates it anyway. Jongwoon runs his fingers through Kyuhyun’s hair, a little wet with sweat. He cocks his head to the side and asks, “How high?”
“38.6.”
Jongwoon clicks his tongue, “That’s still low-grade.” He dips his head and nuzzles against Kyuhyun’s bare chest. “I heard that you’re supposed to sweat a fever out.”
Kyuhyun smirks and pulls Jongwoon down again.
“Is that what I sounded like?” Kyuhyun asks as he rakes his fingernails up Jongwoon’s back.
Jongwoon cuts his moan short, slightly annoyed but mostly turned on, not that he’ll let Kyuhyun know that. “You only wish you could sound like this. You sound like shit.”
Kyuhyun pouts, full bottom lip puffed out in mock-sadness. Jongwoon closes the distance between them and kisses Kyuhyun until a moan vibrates between them, low and raw.
When they break apart, Kyuhyun falls back on his pillow, a stupid grin on his face. Jongwoon takes this as an opportunity to kiss him again; Kyuhyun doesn’t seem to mind too much.
Jongwoon spends his weekend as close as he can possibly get to Kyuhyun. He has already picked up some of the latter’s habits, so he isn’t shocked when he starts to leave used napkins around the bed.
“You’re really disgusting, you know,” Kyuhyun says as he snuggles up to Jongwoon’s side. His hair tickles his skin.
“I learn from the best.”
Kyuhyun smiles at that; Jongwoon briefly loses the urge to cough his lungs out.
The box fan is doing its best to cool the air around them, Jongwoon is sure, but its best is just not good enough. He suppresses a cough and nudges Kyuhyun’s side. Kyuhyun grunts and buries his head in the pillow. The clock on the wall is a little hard to make out with fuzzy vision, but Jongwoon can tell it’s getting late.
“Remind me to call in sick,” he says in between coughs. His head hits the pillow, and his left arm snakes around Kyuhyun’s waist.
“M’kay.”
Jongwoon’s nose touches a warm shoulder and feels the muscles there quiver as he exhales. “Also, I’m not talking to you anymore.”
Kyuhyun rolls over, facing Jongwoon and inching closer. “You probably won’t be able to for a while anyway.”
“Then I guess I should say all I need to.”
Kyuhyun kisses him slowly before pulling away. “Let’s not get carried away.”
“”Why do I put up with you again?”
“You love me.”
It’s not a question, this Jongwoon knows. So he closes his eyes tighter. “I do.”
1000 words, rated PG-13
Super Junior: Kyuhyun/Yesung
Summary: Kyuhyun says a person cannot catch a cold; Jongwoon begs to differ.
It starts as it always starts, with Kyuhyun sneezing into yet another tissue.
Jongwoon stares at the white tissues, slightly crumpled, that now cover the majority of the coffee table. “I told you not to go out in the rain. You never listen to me.”
Kyuhyun looks at him, eyes puffy and red. “You know that has never been proven. You cannot catch a cold because of the weather.” He blows his nose into a new tissue and drops it on the table with the others. “And, I would listen to you if you ever said anything important.”
Kyuhyun rubs his neck, flopping back onto the sofa with a smirk. The box of tissues is too far for Kyuhyun to reach, or that is what he wants Jongwoon to get out of all of the gestures. Jongwoon does what any good boyfriend would do in the situation. He reaches over and tosses the box toward Kyuhyun.
He can’t help it if the box hits Kyuhyun in the face.
Jongwoon calls in sick on Kyuhyun’s behalf when the latter’s voice gets too scratchy to identify. Kyuhyun stays in bed, blankets up to his chin. Jongwoon presses a kiss to the bottle of decongestant and heads to work.
“Don’t I get a kiss?” Kyuhyun asks. His voice is harsh, and his eyes are swollen.
In times like these, Jongwoon feels a little sorry for Kyuhyun, so he presses the bottle against Kyuhyun’s lips before placing it back on the nightstand.
“There’s your kiss. Remember to take that every four hours. Love you.”
He opens the door to silence, and Jongwoon would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it a little bit. The tissues have now taken over the table and are starting on the space around it. Jongwoon picks up the trash can under the kitchen cabinet and swipes most of them into the dark plastic bag. Kyuhyun coughs on cue.
“Hyung, are you home?”
Jongwoon sighs and leaves the others tissues on the floor. “Yeah, do you need something?”
“I’m kinda hungry.”
That isn’t surprising and has nothing to do with Kyuhyun being sick, but Jongwoon lets it go. “Hungry for anything in particular?”
“Really, I’ll eat anything. Except for that chewy soup you cooked the last time I was sick, or that chicken mess you made last Thursday.”
Jongwoon nods, heading for the phone book. The list, he’s sure, will get longer.
“Or the weird stuff Henry brought over that one time. You know what I’m talking about? It was totally gross.”
Jongwoon’s eyes narrow. “That was dog food, Kyuhyun.”
“Oh, well, I feel bad for whatever dog ate that shit.”
“Hey, what about Chinese?” Jongwoon’s index finger rests under a takeout restaurant not too far, if the address is right.
“That’ll work.”
Kyuhyun finishes off the last of Jongwoon’s fried rice; Jongwoon watches in amazement.
“Should you be eating all of that?”
“Why?”
Jongwoon shrugs the question off. If Kyuhyun vomits, then he can clean it up himself. “Wait, shouldn’t you be less hungry than normal? Sick people lose their appetite.”
Kyuhyun looks for any scraps in the boxes. “I am less hungry. I thought you would have noticed. Some boyfriend you are.”
Jongwoon sticks his tongue out; Kyuhyun laughs then tries to get the bits of rice stuck to the container onto his spoon.
“Why does this medicine suck so much?” Kyuhyun whines out, voice breaking on every other syllable. He self-consciously runs his fingers over the sides of his neck.
Jongwoon leans in close and plants steady kisses to Kyuhyun’s jawline. Kyuhyun takes this as a sign to pull Jongwoon to the bed, kissing his mouth with the same heat his skin is suffering from.
Kyuhyun is smiling when Jongwoon pulls back from him. “You’ve got a fever.”
The bob of Kyuhyun’s head isn’t necessary, but Jongwoon appreciates it anyway. Jongwoon runs his fingers through Kyuhyun’s hair, a little wet with sweat. He cocks his head to the side and asks, “How high?”
“38.6.”
Jongwoon clicks his tongue, “That’s still low-grade.” He dips his head and nuzzles against Kyuhyun’s bare chest. “I heard that you’re supposed to sweat a fever out.”
Kyuhyun smirks and pulls Jongwoon down again.
“Is that what I sounded like?” Kyuhyun asks as he rakes his fingernails up Jongwoon’s back.
Jongwoon cuts his moan short, slightly annoyed but mostly turned on, not that he’ll let Kyuhyun know that. “You only wish you could sound like this. You sound like shit.”
Kyuhyun pouts, full bottom lip puffed out in mock-sadness. Jongwoon closes the distance between them and kisses Kyuhyun until a moan vibrates between them, low and raw.
When they break apart, Kyuhyun falls back on his pillow, a stupid grin on his face. Jongwoon takes this as an opportunity to kiss him again; Kyuhyun doesn’t seem to mind too much.
Jongwoon spends his weekend as close as he can possibly get to Kyuhyun. He has already picked up some of the latter’s habits, so he isn’t shocked when he starts to leave used napkins around the bed.
“You’re really disgusting, you know,” Kyuhyun says as he snuggles up to Jongwoon’s side. His hair tickles his skin.
“I learn from the best.”
Kyuhyun smiles at that; Jongwoon briefly loses the urge to cough his lungs out.
The box fan is doing its best to cool the air around them, Jongwoon is sure, but its best is just not good enough. He suppresses a cough and nudges Kyuhyun’s side. Kyuhyun grunts and buries his head in the pillow. The clock on the wall is a little hard to make out with fuzzy vision, but Jongwoon can tell it’s getting late.
“Remind me to call in sick,” he says in between coughs. His head hits the pillow, and his left arm snakes around Kyuhyun’s waist.
“M’kay.”
Jongwoon’s nose touches a warm shoulder and feels the muscles there quiver as he exhales. “Also, I’m not talking to you anymore.”
Kyuhyun rolls over, facing Jongwoon and inching closer. “You probably won’t be able to for a while anyway.”
“Then I guess I should say all I need to.”
Kyuhyun kisses him slowly before pulling away. “Let’s not get carried away.”
“”Why do I put up with you again?”
“You love me.”
It’s not a question, this Jongwoon knows. So he closes his eyes tighter. “I do.”