Your friend Hoseok was sick and since you live so close to him, you walked to his house to take care of him. "No, I don't want you to get sick!" He said over the phone. "I'll be fine. You need someone to take care of you, and that someone is me!" You said cheerfully. You stopped at the convenience store and picked up some medicine and some soup cans. When you got to his house, you just walked in and went to his room. He was laying in his bed, sleeping. You smiled and went over to him. You put your hand on his burning forehead and his eyes opened. "Sorry." You whispered. "I got you stuff. Did you eat yet?" He shook his head. "Alright, well drink this and I'll go make you some soup." You poured the medicine in the plastic cup and gave it to him. He groaned and made a face. "It stinks." He said. "It'll help you." He looked at it and dipped his tounge inside. "Ew and it's nasty!" You laughed. "Come in, you gotta drink it." You said. "Fine." He poured before drinking it in one gulp. He made a sour face. "Ehh, water!" "Oh hush you baby. I'll make you some soup." You went down to the kitchen and got a pot and poured the soup in it to for heating. Once it was nice and hot, you poured it into a bowl and went back to Hoseok's room. His eyes were closed again. He heard your footsteps and opened his eyes. "Here." He tried to sit up, but you stopped him. "No, I'll feed you." You said. He blushed. "Y-You don't have to do that." "Nonsense, I'm taking care of you." You said, smiling. You scooped up some soup in the spoon and blew on it to cool it down. Then you held it up to his mouth. He hesitantly ate it. "I feel like a baby." He said. "You are." You said, ruffling his hair. When he was done, you started to pick up his tissues that didn't make it in the trash. "(Y/n), stop, you'll get sick. I'll do it later." "Shh, go to sleep." When you finished, you looked over at Hoseok who could barely keep his eyes open. "I'll let you sleep. Text me if you need anything." You said quietly. You don't know why, but you kissed his forehead, then left. The next morning, you heard a knock on your door. You tried to get up, but your whole body ached. You forced yourself up to answer the door. "Good morning!" Hoseok said. "Look, I'm cured!" He said. "That's great." You said, monotone. "Uh oh, is someone sick?" He asked, looking at your pale face. You sniffed. "No- achoo-imnida!" He shook his head. "Tsk tsk tsk, I told you that you'll get sick if you take care of me." "Well if it wasn't for me, you'll still be sick." You said, crossing your arms. "Now it's my turn to take care of you. Go back to bed, I'll get you medicine and soup." You rolled your eyes and collapsed back in your bed. About 10 minutes later, Hoseok came in with soup and medicine. "Drink this." He said. "Medicine is gross." You mumbled. "Come on, you gotta drink it." He said, mocking you. You narrowed your eyes at him. "Fine." You drank it an made a sour face. "Now, it's time for me to feed you." "You like making fun of me, don't you?" "Open wide, he comes the plane!" He started making plane noises and flew the spoon around then put it in your mouth. "I'm not a baby." "Oh really? Now you know how I felt!" He yelled, laughing. "But I liked it, not gonna lie." You laughed and shook your head. After you were done, he kissed your forehead. "I'll let you sleep. I'll be back later to check on you." "You don't have to." "No, but I want to." He winked and left.
