You were in the middle of a peaceful slumber when you were abruptly awoken by a phone buzzing.
4 missed calls and 1 text from Jack Gilinsky.
Hey, Johnson isn't feeling good could you come over?
You sighed, Jack wasn't sick very often but when he was he was needy. It didn't bother you all that much because you loved him but it was barely even 6am and you were tired.
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Walking into the Jack's shared house, you could faintly hear your boyfriend coughing and spluttering. Your face softened as you heard it once more taking your shoes off by the door.
"Oh, hey Y/N. I'm sorry it's so early but I gotta get to the studio and your boyfriend looks terrible." You look up to see Gilinsky, at least a foot taller than you.
"No it's alright, I'll take care of him." Shooting him a half smile, you head upstairs towards Jack's room.
His coughing seemed so much worse the closer you got to him and you winced, hating for him to be in some sort of pain.
There he was, curled up under a blanket on his bed. His arms were wrapped around himself, something he did when you weren't there to cuddle with. Sweat was visible on his forehead although he looked as pale as snow.
You sit yourself down on the edge of his bed and place a hand on his forehead, scrunching your face up when you realize the evident fever.
Jack squints his eyes open, frowning. "Babe? I told G not to call you." his voice was deep and groggy which made your heart flutter.
"Jack you always want me to take care of you when you're sick, what's wrong?" you frowned back at him, confused.
His hand reaches out to grab yours and with the minimum amount of strength he had in his weak state, he pulls you down next to him. "I called my mom and she said it sounds like a 24 hour thing, I was just gonna sleep it off" Jack sighs, looking into your eyes.
You moved yourself into a more comfortable position, pulling his blanket over the two of you. He smirked down at you, his mood instantly lifted by your presence.
"Did you drive over here in your pyjamas, Y/N?" Jack chuckled before coughing once more.
You buried your head in his chest, even after a year and even when he was sick Jack still gave you butterflies. "Well it's early, I assumed I'd be sleeping and only getting up to make you soup."
"You're so cute-" Jack began but was interrupted with a yawn. "Babe, can we sleep?" You looked up at him to see he could barely even keep his eyes open.
You felt a light kiss on your forehead and you closed your eyes, smiling. Getting sick wasn't a worry to you, if you did end up sick Jack would just have to take care of you tomorrow.
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Heyyy, Johnson feels r killin me. You can request things if ya want to.
