"Shut Up! I'm taking care of you!"
My Muse is Sick but refuses to stay in Bed, Send “Shut Up! I’m taking care of you!” for Their Reaction to Your Muse forcing Mine into Bed..
Gikwang was a grouch when he was sick. And so was everyone who had ever suffered through any kind of sickness. Even the kindest person was able to discover the hidden source of wrath within themselves when their throat felt like they had swallowed a pile of nails.
In a less realistic version of events, Gikwang should have been heading out the door of the clinic and stuffing the prescription the doctor had scribbled for him into his pocket, proud of himself that he was on the right path to full recovery. As stated, it was only a short-lived vision his imagination came up with. Instead, he had been hanging out with Yunho for a long while and muffling sudden fits of coughing into his sleeve. He was casting his companion weary glances from time to time to make sure that he didn’t notice a thing - Gikwang simply didn’t want to worry his hyung. Apparently, the taller male couldn’t be fooled so easily.
Somewhere within the mess of his failed attempts to escape as he struggled against the other’s grip who was so persistent to drag him back to bed, Gikwang thought it was irony that had the twisted sense of humor. He was too exhausted to argue but it didn’t mean that he had no intention of doing so. “I’m not sick,” He croaked out in protest, every breath scraping his throat and lungs. Indeed, sickness was a stabbing bastard, that’s for sure. “I’m just a bit stressed out, I’ll get better in a day or two. You don’t have to worry, hyung.” The effort he put into forming his response sent another spasm of coughing through his body as he brought his hand to his cramping chest.
“Alright, maybe three.”
