Last Breath - Part 5
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Minho felt dizzy. Onew licked across the wound he'd made in his shoulder, which really felt unnaturally (and a bit disgustingly) good. Onew must have taken a lot of blood, he thought, because it seemed especially draining. In fact, his head was just starting to spin as Onew moved to kiss him.
"Don't.." Minho said, moving a lazy hand over his mouth. "You'll taste like blood."
"Hm." was all Onew said, and he sat up on the bed next to Minho.
Minho dropped his hand down onto the wet spot of his shoulder, feeling the closed skin. "Am I going to live?"
"Yes." Onew said, and then asked, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah." Minho answered, "Just light.. light.." and then he sneezed.
"Ew. You're sick."
"I'm not sick, you took too much blood."
"Blood loss does not make you sneeze." Onew sighed, standing up. "I guess I'm going to the store. You need sick things, like soup and all that."
Minho groaned, turning over. "It's not that bad. Why would I just suddenly be sick?" Really, he'd assumed the headache he had up until now was just a part of the dread over Onew biting him.
"Do I look like a doctor?" Onew leaned closer to Minho, "You didn't go outside did you?"
"No," Minho said, "And if you're not a doctor, how do you know I'm sick?"
"Because you sneezed and you're especially weak today. Get up and get under the covers. And then you have to make a list of sick stuff you want me to get."
"Why is being sick so hard?" Minho asked tiredly, sitting up and moving the towel out from under him.
"Wait." Onew said, "You have to change into something comfortable. Take your pants off."
"If this is your way of seducing me, I might suddenly admit to being actually sick."
"Oh, shut up. Like there's any seducing left to do.."
"Hey!" Minho said, eyes wide, offended. "I'm not easy."
Onew wrinkled his nose, "You're out of it."
"You just drank my blood, remember?"
"Remind me to take less next time." Onew said, taking the bloody towel. "I'm serious. Change and lay down and make a list."
Minho sighed as Onew left the bedroom, a bit hesitant to get up. Maybe he was feeling a little bit ill, but there was certainly no need for Onew's reaction. He walked to the window first, checking behind the cloth. As far as he could tell, it was just drizzling, not snowing.
So it wasn't snowing, and Onew was going out anyway. He groaned, annoyed, and had to brace himself on the room's dresser after he walked over to it. Was changing clothes after losing all that blood supposed to be easy? He very slowly started to pull his pants off when Onew walked in.
"Why do you look like you're about to fall over?" Onew asked, setting a notepad and pen on the bed.
"I think I am." Minho replied.
In fact, as he said it, his legs buckled. Onew raced over, wrapping his arms around him and helping steady him. "This is just pathetic.. you're like a drunk person."
"I'm not drunk." Minho said intelligently.
Onew scowled, "Fine. I took too much."
"Told you."
Onew helped Minho onto the bed then, waiting until he was lying down before he removed the jeans he'd put on. He returned to the dresser on his own, digging through until he found a pair of gray sweatpants much like the ones he'd slept in, as well as a large white t-shirt. "How am I supposed to leave you alone when you're like this?"
"I can handle myself."
"Hardly." Onew walked over to the bed, beginning to help Minho into the sweatpants before he sat up and took over himself. "I'm fine." he insisted.
"I miss Taemin." Onew said.
Minho looked up at him.
"Well, he was useful."
"Don't worry about it.." Minho said, pulling the t-shirt on before lying down again, lifting the covers over himself. "I'll just take a nap until you're back."
Onew stared for a long moment, a moment in which he was considering whether or not he could actually leave Minho on his own. Finally, he said, "I'll bring you some juice before I go."
Minho lifted a brow, watching Onew leave the room. He thought over the situation carefully, and then smiled to himself. When Onew returned with a glass of red juice, Minho sat up.
"Can I have a straw? So I don't have to sit up."
Really, he wasn't normally this type.. the type that would take advantage of someone's kindness. It just simply seemed like, considering how rarely Onew showed any, he kind of had to. Besides, it was hardly good revenge for all the teasing Onew did on a daily basis.
It was fifteen minutes later when Onew finished hooking up the TV so Minho could watch it from the bed. He looked at Minho scowling, "What else do you need?"
Minho bit into one of the cookies Onew had brought him, thinking. Finally, he said, "The remote control."
Onew sighed, and said, "You're lucky you're cute."
"You don't have to get it for me.. I can get it myself."
"No. Stay there."
Minho smiled, watching Onew leave the room yet again. He didn't say so, but he thought Onew was being rather cute himself at the moment. Maybe it was the help of the juice, but he was already feeling much better. He thought about telling Onew, even though it would totally end the bossing him around fun, but then again - he thought - he told Onew he wasn't feeling sick to begin with.
Suddenly, though, he had to sneeze again and grabbed a tissue (from a box he'd asked Onew to bring him. He sighed after he did, hoping he wasn't really getting sick.
Onew gently placed the remote at his side on the bed, and asked again, "Anything else?"
"No." Minho said. "You really don't have to leave though. I don't even know if there's a place you can buy medicine this late."
"There is." Onew said shortly, and before he left the room, he paused to add. "Get some rest. You're really sick, whether you think you're just pretending or not."
Minho frowned, a little ashamed, and said, "Don't be gone long."
"Less than an hour." Onew said with a soft smile, and he left the room.
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