onho: things you said with too many miles between us
a/n: i’m sick. so i wrote sick minho. bc i also want jinki to come comfort me……… is that so much to ask???
”I’m sick.” Minho whined. Jinki could hear bedsprings squeaking over the phone and sighed deeply. He was on a business trip to Japan over the weekend, and had had to leave his boyfriend alone at home. Said boyfriend had opportunely enough caught a really bad cold.
“I’m sorry, baby, there’s nothing I can do.” Jinki tapped his desk with his pen and Minho let out a low groan.
“I’ve used up all our tissues, Hyung.” He said, “I have to use kitchen towels. They make my nose sore.”
“Ask Taemin to buy you new ones.”
“Taemin is in school. He’s not answering his phone. Kibum and Jonghyun are on vacation. They’re in Greece. Why have we never been to Greece, Hyung? It seems so nice…”
Jinki rubbed his temples with calloused fingers.
“Baby, I’m sorry. I really need to get back to work. The conference starts in an hour…”
“But, Jinki-“ Minho whined. He sounded miserable. His voice was thicker than usual, and his sniffling was loud enough to be heard through the receiver. Jinki felt a stab of guilt in his stomach.
“Look, Minho, I’ll be home late tomorrow. I promise I’ll take care of you then, so just wait a little longer, okay?” He used his softest voice, the one he usually saved for early mornings when his nose was buried in Minho’s hair and his arms were draped over his bare skin. Jinki bit his lip as Minho sighed weakly. He had been gone for just a little over twenty-four hours, but he already missed his boyfriend like crazy.
“Okay.” Minho replied after a short silence, “I’ll try calling Junmyeon. He might be able to come over on his lunch break, maybe.”
“Good.” Jinki rearranged the papers on his desk and tried to continue where he had left off as the phone rang earlier, “And, Minho? I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Minho huffed, still as miserable as he had been all along, but maybe a little less sulking. Jinki felt more guilt tug at his heart as he hung up, but there was nothing he could do. He had to prepare for the conference.
Minho woke up the next day feeling like his head would burst. His throat hurt, and as he sat up a fit of coughs made him hunch down again. Putting it simply: Minho felt like shit. A quick look at the alarm clock next to the bed told him it was already well past noon. Minho let his sore body fall back down onto the mattress with a groan. If he slept just a few hours more Jinki would come home, and things would be better.
Junmyeon, Minho’s co-worker and close friend, had been over yesterday with some soup and about ten packs of tissues. Minho had been thankful, but nothing made him feel quite as pampered as Jinki’s attention. Which he currently didn’t have. Because Jinki was gone. Minho let out a low whine and buried himself deeper beneath the blankets.
“I see my sunshine is awake.” Minho’s eyes shot open and he almost jumped as the voice cut through his whining. He sat up and blinked confusedly at the silhouette in the doorway.
“Jinki!” He exclaimed, mouth splitting into a wide grin, despite his terrible headache. Jinki chuckled as he sat down on the bed to place a gentle hand on Minho’s forehead.
“You poor thing.” He cooed, “I think you have a fever.”
“How are you here?” Minho blurted out, trying to push Jinki’s hand away in a weak attempt to hug him.
“I managed to catch an earlier plane.” Jinki smiled, accepting Minho’s embrace and placing a soft kiss behind his ear. “I asked my boss if I could leave early, since there was a family emergency. I’ve always been such an exemplary employee, so he let me.”
Minho let out a sound best described as a happy squeak as he buried his face in Jinki’s pristinely white shirt.
“I saw Junmyeon left some soup in the fridge, do you want me to heat it up for you?”
“Mm.” Minho hummed, “Please.”
Jinki pressed another kiss to the top of Minho’s tousled hair, before walking out of the room, whistling contentedly. Minho let the sound fill his ears as he fell back down on his pillow. He still felt like shit, but he had a feeling it would all be better soon.
“Do you still want to go on a vacation?” Jinki asked that night when they curled up on the couch to watch Minho’s favourite cooking show.
“Mm, why?” Minho sighed, leaning his head against Jinki’s collarbone.
“Well, it’s not Greece, but I managed to book a weekend in Jeju next month.” Jinki chuckled as he felt Minho’s gasp rather than heard it.
“Really?” Minho looked up with a beaming grin, “Wait… Is this work related?”
“Not at all.” Jinki sighed, “Well… maybe a little. The company needs me to check a few things with our Jeju office. But they’ve booked the best hotel in the city. And you get to come along. It will be just like a vacation, I swear.”
Minho sighed. Sometimes he wished Jinki didn’t work so much, but he knew they needed the money. He settled for pressing a soft kiss to Jinki’s collarbone.
