Charge between us (FANTUBE YEAHAHHA)

Breakfast in bed

Test tubes pov

Fan suddenly leans over and falls into my arms, completely unconscious and not seeming to hear me calling for him.

"Fan..?" I whisper, confused and extremely worried.

I lift him up and place him on my bed, widening my eyes by how unexpectedly light he was. Then I check all of his symptoms and diagnose him with a sudden fever, which somehow made him completely pass out.

As I rummage through my shelf to find some pills or medicine of some sort, my ears pick up a faint ringing noise, which I quickly realise to be my phone alarm.

And the only alarm I set for today was for breakfast...

What perfect timing.

To make it worse, I couldn't find a single bit of medicine that would help fan right now.

I looked at him for a few seconds. He lay on my duvet, and I can't describe how he looked with the word "peaceful".

He looked distressed, and still very pale. He was sweating a lot, so I decided against the idea of turning him into a blanket burrito for his comfort. I climbed onto the bed and propped him up against my pillow, and for a quick second, my hand held his face to adjust his head out of that spine breaking position.

I looked at his face and my heart sank a little. Seeing him in this much discomfort just didn't feel right for me.

I was used to his cheerful mood and that awkward smile..

I smile to myself thinking about it. His clumsy-ness and nervousness around everything. Even if he was insecure about himself sometimes, I always helped him through it.

He always thought he was annoying, and I always disagreed with him.

I look at his face again and he seems to be more at peace than before. I feel my heart melt at the fact that he isn't in any pain.

I hate when he is in pain. Especially emotional pain. 

I remember the one time in the past where he came to me and had a complete breakdown about himself. While he was questioning his self worth, he sank to the floor in tears and my heart completely shattered. 

I helped him through it, reassuring him over and over that he had nothing to worry about and that I appreciated him. I remember hugging him and letting him cry into my chest until he eventually fell asleep. 

Since then, whenever he looked down on his own personality, I always tried to cheer him up.

After all, I thought his personality was really cu-

u-

My face falls for a second in realisation

Was I just about to call him

Cute?

Again?

Noticing the pattern, my eyes widen in realisation. I look at his face and immediately take my hand off it and jump away from the bed, slightly panicking.