“I think we better finish this before it gets cold or before the cat gets another try at it,” Jinki said apologetically when Joongki reappeared from the bathroom, still looking quite surprised from the sudden shouting. He was clearly not used to having pets and their sudden changes in behaviour.
“On second thought, I would prefer to have a healthy hyung at my side,” Jinki said as he threw the shirt that was lying on the counter top, where it had successfully scared the cat (which was now hiding behind the sofa) at his hyung. “No coughs or runny noses.”
A (naughty) part of him hoped the other would deny his request and stay naked, but he truly did not wish for the other to get sick. Their lives were already complicated and busy enough without extra bacteria to be bothered with. Meeting up would even be harder if one was sick in bed.
The kisses were—nice, more than just nice, if Joongki were being honest. Made even nicer by how Jinki was wrapped around him, warming his rain-chilled skin. But the thing that made his heartbeat do an odd little hitch was the in sickness and health line that Jinki said so casually. Joongki could spot the opening to tease Jinki, to push too far, to take those teasing words too seriously, and he let the opportunity pass by. It was easier to close his eyes and not ruin the moment by—
A sudden ripping sound tore him away from the Jinki’s lips against his shoulder, and suddenly Jinki was rushing out of the bathroom and calling his cat’s name. Joongki bit his lip to keep from laughing. It wasn’t the first time Jinki’s pet had interrupted something pleasant, but it was, perhaps, one of the more entertaining ones. He followed Jinki at a slower pace and caught the shirt he tossed his way.
“Agreed on both points. It’s probably for the best,” Joongki said as he pulled the shirt on over his head. It was a snugger fit than he usually preferred, but men caught in the rain couldn’t be choosers. “I am definitely a brat when I am sick. I don’t want to drive you away.”
Joongki helped Jinki relocate their fried chicken and beer (just two each, since it was a work night) to the coffee table so they could sprawl out side by side while they ate, their shoulders and hips and thighs lightly pressed against each other. (Their fingers twined together once they were finished with the food.) It was a familiar, comforting routine, and they flipped through shows on the television until they ended up on some lawyer drama. Joongki thought it was all right, but what really made it entertaining was the look Jinki would give the screen right before launching into an explanation about how the law doesn’t work that way.
It was cute. Endearing. Watching Jinki’s eyes light up, the way his nose scrunched in annoyance, and the grudging acknowledgments he gave when the show got it right. He ended up watching more of Jinki’s face than the screen and thought it an excellent trade. Once the ending credits popped up on screen, Joongki interrupted Jinki’s nitpicking of discovery and evidence with a long, slow kiss. “You’re cute when you’re fired up about something,” he murmured.