pov: You or member are sick and helping each other
Chan
Migraines were life-draining expectly when you're throwing up and unable to walk
- to be honest, you felt it coming throughout the whole day. Your head was throbbing since you woke up, your libs were kind of sore and hurting and the sultry weather combined with the way too bright sun wasn't helping as well
- besides you weren't really helping yourself with working overtime and not eating enough or drinking
- so it wasn't a surprise when the migraine started to slowly intensive up to the point where you needed to quit work early today and go home where you would start with your basic routine
- eating something, drinking at least two glasses of water while taking some painkillers, darkening the room, lying down and listening to some soft music from your boyfriend to hopefully fall asleep peacefully and fast but sometimes everything wasn't helping
- you were tossing and turning in the bed, holding your hand in front of your eyes but still everything was intimidating. The sent which was laying in the familiar air was too sweet and the fresh air too cold, the music too loud but still too quiet and the darkness was still too bright, Your body was freezing but underneath all the blankets the sweat was running down your body
- and when your stomach felt like turning, it was over. You ran down the hallway and in the next second you were in the bathroom throwing up, the cold tiles were helping you to calm down a bit, as you leaned against the bathtub, convinced to stay here a little bit, just in case even when you were tired and your eyelids fell close every few seconds
- when Chan came home he was confused, he didn't leave the house that dark, and when he walked into the kitchen to find a pack of ibuprofen everything made clicked. He walked up into your bedroom and was surprised to not find you there
- when he found you in the bath he was kind of shocked as the tiles were freezing cold but your body was only protected by some thin pyjamas. To make sure you were okay he gently touched your forehead with his fingers but you were freezing
- he picked you up in his arms and carried you to the bed to lay you down into the soft cushions and wrap you into enough blankets to keep you warm and make you look like a burrito but still keeping the window open with the knowledge that you need fresh air when having migraines
- when you woke up you find a glass of water beside you with a pill and some sliced-up fruits which Chan cut for you and the smell of your favorite dish was already reaching your senses as you grab the bowl and walk down the stairs where you could see Chan his back
Minho
The masculine grip was killing Minho again and he was sure that every caught would take away more of his life so when you come home with fresh soup the boy would gently force you to cuddle because he thinks that was the only cure
- at least 3 times. At l, least 3 times a year Minho would lie at home and pretend to be laying in death because he would be coughing a bit and having some struggles with his nose but in his view, he was struggling to breathe and small amount of fever was burning him from the inside
- so every morning you would need to go to work you needed to be super quiet to not wake him up or any of his cats and after that, you would cheek the kitchen, so every day you cooked some soup for him he could warm up and some kind of pills he wouldn't take a lot of times, you already noticed that
- after work your phone was spammed by Minhos messages, telling you he loves you, misses you, needs cuddles, needs kisses...... you tried to ignore him because if you would answer him one time you lost, then it would be like a domino and he wouldn't stop, you even got snaps from him to prove how sick he was
- on your way home you visited a grocery store, picking out some of Minho's favorite candies and some ginger and honey to make some fresh tea, rather he would like it or not
- as you entered the house with your bag of groceries it was super quiet. As you walked past the living room the only thing that approached you was Soongi while Minho was rolled up on the couch, his hair messily falling into his face, lips slightly parted, hands gripping the blanket tight, sleeping
- you fixed the blanket, trying to cover his whole body with it to keep him warm, and gently brush some hair out of his face before giving him a quick kiss on the forehead
- your way continued into the kitchen where you cleaned up the mess Minho created over the day and boiled some water for the tea, threw the ginger and some lemon in, and let it boil
- by the time the tea was ready you sneaked through the hallways, changing your work clothes to some comfy ones. Minho didn't wake up by now and you hopped that it would stay that way for a bit more, he needed that sleep
- after purring the tea into two cow cups, Minho bought for you, you searched for the honey, the tea would be too bitter to drink it like that, when you found it you put one tablespoon of the sweetener into each cup and went back into the living room
- you would try to wake him up so he could drink his tea, you sat down on the end of the couch, placing both mugs on the table in front of you
- with your hand, you gently brush over his cheek whispering for him to wake up, when out of nowhere Minho's arms grabbed you by your shoulders and pulled you into his presence
- "Minho" you whined and laughed at the same time, looking at the mugs you just carried here, if you would wait more the tea would be cold, you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding your head up and looking into his eyes
- Minho leaned in for a kiss but you pulled back as far as you could while being pressed against his chest, turning your head to the side
- "Minho let go, your sick." You continued but the boy wouldn't let go until his lips meet yours and you couldn't resist anymore and leaned into the kiss for a bit
- "You need to drink your tea." You pushed him away and grabbed the mugs from the table to handle one for him
- "No this is my medicine." He tried to pull you back for another kiss with a big smile but you wiggled out of his arms, scolding him to finally drink his tea or he wouldn't get any more kisses the next two weeks, even when you were pretty sure that you wouldn't be able to resist him that long
Changbin
Not directly sick but being paralyzed by muscle soreness was a thing after doing more reps than needed in the gym because Changbin forced you to do so. And what could be better than a caring boyfriend which buys bath bombs for a bath and after that gives you massages
- "told you that two more reps would be too much." You cried out as you walked like an 80-year-old woman, thinking back to yesterday were Changbin blocked your way out of the machines in the gym and forced you to do more reps than usual because he "believed in you and just wants to support your growing muscles and strength" and not just annoy you and kill you until your legs would shake
- "It's all or nothing baby, and you did great." Changbin laughed at you, finding it pretty amusing but still a bit of guilt was nagging at him. He tousled your hair with his hand but you didn't care enough to stop him, besides that your shoulders were crying in pain from only lifting your arms
- later that day you were laying on the couch barely changing any positions because of the pain and avoiding anything to do, your boyfriend in the meantime was away for good 20 minutes, not telling you what he was doing but you were too lazy to look after him now besides that your Netflix show was quite interesting
- You closed your eyes and leaned back into the cushions, stretching your muscles to find some relief when out of nowhere two arms lifted you up, the soft cushions protecting you and keeping you in place were gone and you were left hanging like a sack of cement
- a small scream left your lips and your arms went up to his neck, fingers slipping into each other, trying to hold on "Changbin let me down." You complained and felt your limps hurting again in his arms, arching for ibuprofen and sleep, a lot of that, and eventually a bit of magnesium
- "No because I prepared something and I'm sure that you will love it." He said while walking up the stairs into the bathroom, where you could already smell your favorite scented candles and a smile climbed up your lips as you look at him
- "What did you do Changbin?" You smiled at him, forgetting the pain for a few seconds and being in aww with your boyfriend who looks down at you in his arms and laughs as well, cheeks slightly more pink than usual
- You see the bathtub filled with hot water, candles on the shelf, burning calming lay and giving off that soft and addicting scent, your favorite tea in a mug on the wooden board over the bathtub, and a massaging oil
- Changbin places you gently down on the bathtub edge, making sure you sit safely before turning around and grabbing two paper bags
- "I have one with oil to make the skin smooth or a bubbly one, you can choose princess." He says. You look at the paper bag a few seconds before taping at the one you prefer and watching caught up in one of those lovely-dovely trances, forgetting that it was his fault that your legs were burning that way
- "If you want me to stay, I can give you one of those massages but if you want me to leave-" "You can stay." You stop him from talking more
- you both sat in the bathtub, you enjoying your tea, leaning against changbins chest while he was softly massaging your shoulders, being very careful today to not hurt you
- the scents were matching perfectly and st you into some trace you could stay in the whole day
- in the end, Changbin was washing your hair, with your favorite shampoo, giving you another massage for your scalp, and then using your favorite conditioner to make sure your hair would be as soft as possible, as you like it the most
Hyunjin
A sore throat after screaming what's a hyunjin thing and your thing was to boil tea and soups for the boy to get better
- 'Like the owner of the dog', you like to remember that when you think about Hyunjin his hyperactive days he had when he would almost be as annoying as Kkami on his when he wasn't even more annoying because in the end Kkami wouldn't communicate with you in your language and steal your food from the fridge and scream into your ears
- and the next day Hyunjin had a sore throat, it happened to like one up to four times a month, depending on his mood swings
- in the end, it was your job to help his overdramatic ass and prevent him from dying, like he describes his little sicknesses. In his opinion, he was only a little inches away from death
- in the morning he was coughing slightly, stealing all the blankets from the bed because he was so sick, which lead to you having not a few centimeters of blanket left and just one option left which was to stand up
- You were cooking fresh tea with honey in it, preventing water bottles and some breakfast for Hyunjin, to bring it to him into bed where he would pull you into his presence
- He was dramatic but always grateful for your effort and would share his food with you but only under the condition that he was allowed to feed you, you were not allowed to touch any plates or something but had a good laugh at his voice that was filled with voice cracks like a boy which hit puberty
- You were forbidding him to speak so much while cooking some soup when he was speaking nonstop and you could hear his voice screaming for help with being so dry and raspy
- he helped you cut the vegetables for the soup and communicate with some sign language, he used which made no sense but was super fun to watch and very entertaining even for Kkami who was barking at the boy until Hyunjin would picked him up and go to the living room, forgetting about the soup and leaving it up to you with a "your cooking is way better than mine."
- with the soup poured into two bowls you returned to him laying on the couch watching the dumbest stuff he could find on Netflix but switching it every few minutes and completely ruining your hard-worked watchlist, you were complaining about it but all you could get was a "how dare you to interrupt and deny the Last wishes from a sick person. What when I die?" You rolled your eyes and started eating
- he pulled you again in for a hug, complaining about being too sick to eat until you would feed him
- in the end, you both were a laughing mess, not able to stay focused after Hyunjin would mess up to let you feed him probably and Kami would eat the vegetables that fell down
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because I didn't update for that long, I decided to upload two chapers, even when both are Hyunline I hope you're okay with it