hellooo, if you're taking requests.. could you write a fluffy drabble with domestic!sesoo, where soo is sick and sehun tries to nurse him back to health? like he tries to cook but can't really but he's just the sweetest little bub and loves his husband too much to leave him alone? thanks!!!
It’s super short, but I think it’s suuuuper cute. Enjoy ^^
His tongue is poking out of his mouth as he concentrates, spatula in hand and embarrassing apron tied around his waist. He’s glaring at an egg. He knows it’s ridiculous, but he’s angry. Not at this egg in particular, but the eggs that came before it, the eggs that are now half cooked and mangled, sitting in the garbage can. He places the spatula in the pan and takes a deep breath, this is going to be the one; this egg is going to make it onto the plate, he just knows it. With a flick of his wrist the spatula slides under the egg, he holds his breath and quickly flips it, almost screams with joy when the yolk stays intact.
“Soo,” he says softly, using his hip to shut the door behind him. “Hey, I made you breakfast.”
Kyungsoo is sick. But it’s not a normal sickness. No, it’s some sort of mutant, god awful, super sickness that is making him sicker than he’s ever been in his life. He only kind of wants to die. He sits up a bit and coughs, lets his head roll to the side so he can look up at Sehun. It’s hard to keep his eyes open, he feels like he’s underwater, trying to move but his body is just so heavy.
“I’m sorry for waking you up,” Sehun mumbles from the side of the bed. He’s still holding the tray with Kyungsoo’s breakfast on it and he suddenly feels bad, like maybe he shouldn’t have woken Kyungsoo up when he looked to be sleeping so peacefully. “I just… I thought you might want to try eating something.”
Kyungsoo groans as he adjust himself to sit up fully. His entire body aches, his head pounds with the most intense headache he’s ever experienced and when he shivers he knows he still hasn’t broken his fever. “Thank you,” he rasps, attempts a smile at his husband. He lets Sehun place the tray on his lap and he just stares at the food.
Kyungsoo is the one who always cooks, and for good reason. Burnt toast, burnt egg, a burnt piece of sausage. He smiles anyway, he knows Sehun must have tried his hardest to cook this for him. He thanks Sehun once again and begins eating, trying his best to eat around the pieces of shell cooked into his fried egg.
Sehun sits, places his hand on Kyungsoo’s knee. He gives him a small nervous smile and then looks down at his own lap. “I know it looks awful, I’m sorry.” He sighs, “I wish I knew how to cook so you could eat something better.”
Kyungsoo finishes the small breakfast quickly and leans forward to kiss Sehun’s shoulder. “It wasn’t the best, but you tried and that means a lot.” Sehun smiles and Kyungsoo lays back down, curling up on his side, burrowing into the large comforter.
“I wish I could kiss you,” Sehun pouts; he decides to run his fingers through Kyungsoo’s hair, it’s sweaty and tangled but he doesn’t mind. He leans forward a bit to see Kyungsoo’s face, his eyes are closed and he begins to snore softly. Sehun smiles, runs his fingers through Kyungsoo’s hair one more time and then presses a kiss to his temple. He takes the tray from Kyungsoo’s lap, places it on the bedside table and curls up behind him, wrapping his arms tight around his middle. “Hurry up and get better Soo, I miss kissing you.”
