— 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐯 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤
“where do you think you’re going?” kun glared at you, tossing the dish towel in his hands over his shoulder. arms crossed, he had never looked more like a dad.
“to get some water?” you asked more than said, wincing as your voice rasped through your sore throat.
“baby,” kun whined, pushing you back towards your bedroom. “i’ve told you a million times to just let me take care of everything. text me the next time you need something, you shouldn’t use your voice.”
normally you might try to argue with him, but the headache pounding past your temples made you much more pliant, sinking willingly into your soft comforter.
kun fussed over you for a while, tucking blankets around you and checking your temperature with a hand on your forehead, before he gave you a quick kiss on the forehead, promising that dinner would be done in twenty minutes.
you had felt a little warmer than normal ever since you woke up, but the sniffles had been slower coming. studying felt like a special kind of torture with the headache threatening to split your head open, but you had a bio exam next week so you showed up to the library to meet ten as usual.
the second he took in your dishelved appearance he was up from his seat, lips pressed together disapprovingly.
“y/n,” he scolded you gently. “what are you doing here and not in bed? when did you get sick?”
“i look that bad, huh?” you tried to laugh, but it made your head throb and your half hearted giggle was cut off by a whimper.
“let’s just go home, love,” ten shook his head, pressing a kiss to your forehead and smoothing your hair back comfortingly. “we can study when you’re feeling better.”
you hadn’t been getting very much sleep lately and it was starting to catch up with you. until last week you didn’t even think things were that bad, but it became clear there was a problem when you passed out in the middle of a grocery store on a mid morning run for almond milk.
sicheng had to come pick you up since you couldn’t drive home and he had been stuck to your side ever since.
“you should really be sleeping.”
you froze, left hand still stuck in the cookie jar, before slowly turning around to face your boyfriend.
“i was hungry,” you admitted sheepishly, carefully putting the lid of the jar back to avoid making eye contact with winwin, who looked more amused than anything.
“there are better things to eat, babe,” he smirked, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a kiss to your cheek. “but right now you need sleep. doctor’s orders.”
and admittedly there were worse things than a week in bed with your favorite boy giving you constant kisses.
he’s the most serious you’ve ever seen him. he takes every precaution to make sure you’re comfortable and healing quickly.
“i hate it when you’re sick,” he grumbles, head flopping onto your stomach. “it’s boring. i miss doing stuff with you.”
“we are doing stuff,” you reached one hand up to brush through his messy hair. lucas melted into your touch, a soft hum of satisfaction leaving his lips as you scratched against his scalp.
“you know what i mean,” he answered, eyes closed. “i miss taking you places that aren’t the doctor’s office and the convenience store.”
“yeah, me too,” your voice sounded sad and lucas felt a rush of guilt run through him as he realized he probably just made you feel worse.
“it’s okay, sweetheart,” he smiled, sitting up and switching your positions so that now you’re curled up in between his legs. “i love doing this just as much.”
despite your best efforts to stay quiet, a muffled sob wrenched its way past your lips as you found yourself throwing up for the third time in the past two hours.
for a second you just lay with your head against the bathtub, crying quietly, before the bathroom door cracked open, xiaojun shuffling inside, eyes narrowed against the comparatively bright light of the bathroom.
“y/n? you okay?” he mumbled, squinting at you as his eyes adjusted. it took him a second to realize that you were crying and then he was right next to you, wiping the tears from your cheeks and asking what was wrong in his gentlest voice.
“i think i’m sick, junnie,” you answered tearfully, sniffling miserably. xiaojun frowned, feeling his chest constrict at the sadness all over your cute little face.
“my poor baby,” xiaojun murmured, pulling you into a hug. “it’s okay, love. go brush your teeth, i’ll be right back with medicine so you can come back to bed. i love you so much. you’ll be okay.”
you don’t know what kind of karmic energy you must be carrying around which causes you and your boyfriend to get sick at the same time, but you figure you better start volunteering at animal shelters.
“bottoms up,” hendery dead pans popping two long red pills into his mouth. yours look the same, but you notice hendery has added two ibuprofen as he hands them to you.
“cheers,” you tap your water class against his before you both sip and swallow, collapsing right back into bed to start napping again.
“at least i get to kiss you,” hendery smiles before pressing his lips against yours for the thousandth time that morning.
“i don’t think you’re supposed to,” you giggle, but you don’t complain when he ignores you in favor of searching out your lips again. and again and again and again.
“baby, where are you?” more than anything yangyang sounds confused as his voice filters through your phone’s speakers, tinny and smaller than life, but there’s a heavy dash of hurt in there too and it makes your heart hurt.
“i’m so sorry, bub,” you try to apologize before you’re cut off by a coughing fit.
he spends the whole day making sure you’re comfortable wherever you’re happiest, the couch or the bed, while you’re sick. he makes you hot tea with honey in it to help your throat and forces you to take a few sips of ginger ale every time you tell him your stomach feels even a little weird.
“your only job is to get better,” yangyang murmured affectionately. “don’t worry about anything else, i’ve got you.”
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