you’d received a text from jeno asking you to come over. upon unlocking the door with the spare key he’d given you, and wandering into the apartment, you found him curled up on the couch in amongst a pile of blankets. an unusual sight.
“hey?” you asked softly, unsure whether or not he was still awake, as you walked closer to the couch.
he didn’t hesitate to reach out and grab your wrist, pulling you towards him and not uttering a word as you fell beside him into the blankets.
you were too surprised to speak as he nuzzled into you side looping his arms around your waist. when it came to jeno, you knew not to expect much physical affection since he wasn’t one to outwardly show his fondness. you were about to open your mouth to say something snarky about this sudden closeness, when you noticed how pale his face was and how he kept quietly sniffing.
“jeno?” you asked to get his attention, and he mumbled something indistinct into your shoulder, “are you sick?”
“no,” he insisted loudly, the first distinguishable thing he’d said since you walked in.
“yes you are,” you sighed and reached to rest the back of your hand on his forehead, only to feel his rising temperature, “jeno, you’re burning up,” you exclaimed, filling with worry.
“no, i’m not,” he argued, “i’m freezing.”
“that’s just more proof that your sick!” you started to stand up beginning to panic.
“no.” he said bluntly, clinging to your waist and stopping you from standing up fully, “stay here, i’m not sick.”
“if you weren’t sick, why would you be trying to cuddle me so much?” you questioned.
“do i need an excuse to cuddle you?” he scoffed, but his words were barely forming clearly as his eyes drooped closed sleepily, “i love you.”
you smiled fondly, unable to stop the soft blush that rose to your cheeks, as it was rare that you heard such obviously affectionate words from jeno. “and i love you,” you answered, slowly prying his hands off your body and stepping back from his grasp, “which is why i’m going to go and make you some soup.”
“don’t leave me,” he whined, his eyes fluttering open again as he tried to reach out to you.
“just let me take care of you,” you satisfied him by taking one of his stretched out hands in your own and giving it a small squeeze, “please.”
he sighed and let his arms drop to the blankets, before curling up in them once again, out of sight.
you quickly clattered around in the kitchen, putting together a warm healthy soup. jeno took small sips of it until it was eventually finished, and you hurried back to the kitchen to rinse a cloth under the cold water tap until it was slightly damp.
when you sat back down on the couch beside him, jeno was quick to put his arms around you expecting to cuddle, but you shook him off so that you could press the cool cloth to his forehead. he let out a sigh of relief as you carefully touched the cold gentle material to his skin, soothing his temperature.
“does that feel any better?”
“a little,” he responded, “can we cuddle now?”
you gave in, but left the small cloth laying on his forehead, knowing it would make him feel better and help stop his temperature from making him so uncomfortable.
you moved to closer to him, so that he could wrap his arms around you once more and pull you tightly against him, as he muttered, “that feels so much better.”
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