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It was a warm cozy day in early spring, the weather was still cold but it was just getting warmer as the weeks go by. The morning sun illuminated Kyung’s eyes, starting his day off by getting bathed in the beautiful light.
He hazily turned to his left side to check the time, it was 11:30. He slept in more than usual, but he didn’t mind.
He got up on his feet and scurried to the kitchen to make himself a warm cup of green tea to wake his senses up. He noticed Jiho's mug still hasn’t been used, which was unusual since he always wakes up earlier than him and drinks tons of coffee.(although, Kyung keeps trying to stop him from doing so, as it is very unhealthy.)
As he sipped on his drink, the sun beamed in his face, making his nose twitch a bit. It was oddly quiet. By this time Jiho would’ve usually checked up on him and they would’ve had a little chat before he went back to working, as he always does, but not right now.
Maybe he’s just working hard, Kyung thought.
He noticed he’s been thinking about his friend for quite a while now and it’s making it seem like he’s obsessed, so he decides to check up on him for himself before he officially goes insane
He dragged himself to Jiho’s room, hesitating to knock, there is always an intimidating aura when Zico was working. He decided to just shake it off and tap his door.
No response.
He gently knocked again, slowly starting to get frustrated with the fact hes getting ignored.
Working hard is one thing but not even acknowledging your best friend is another! Kyung’s been waiting for minutes, which felt like hours, an hes had enough already.
He didn’t care what excuse Jiho had, he was entering his room whether he liked it or not.
"Jiho what are you-"
but what he saw, wasnt a workaholic Zico, but rather a sleepy Jiho,
holy shit-! Am i seeing this right..?
At first, he felt relieved he wasnt geting ignored on purpose, but why would Jiho be asleep?
Of course Kyung is delighted since he’s been begging him to get proper sleep for weeks, but knowing Jiho and Zico, he wouldn’t let himself stay in bed this long "wasting time".
Kyung was against his lifestyle, but he can’t do much about it anymore, after all Jiho has grown much taller than the older, but he’d be delighted seeing him finally taking care of himself.
He got closer and sat on Jiho’s bed, admiring the sleeping beauty for a while. He looked relaxed for the first time in months, and that made Kyung happier than any amount of fame could.
He brought his hand closer to Jiho’s face, to move a strand of his hair that was covering it. All of a sudden, he was shocked by what felt like a burning sensation!
"Jiho! Are you feeling okay??" He yelped in worry, forgetting that he might have woken up the sleeping beauty.
"What..? what time is it.." Jiho murmured, still half asleep.
"That doesn’t matter. It’s not too late" Kyung carefully answered, cursing himself for waking up the beast.
Too busy overthinking what he just did, he didn’t notice Jiho reaching out to grab the clock and take a closer look.
"What the… fuck! It’s almost 12pm! 12pm!! And you were just gonna let me-"
"Jiho, stop. Stop!" He yelled as the younger was still persistent, jumping out of bed and trying to get to work as soon as possible
"You have a fever for gods sake, calm down!"
He pressed the palm of his hand to the latters warm forehead to demonstrate.
The moment felt strangely intimate.
"You’re not going anywhere. Get back to bed!"
"You can’t tell me what to do! I’m a grown ass man!" he whined, almost sounding like a kitten in distress.
"A grown ass kid is what you are. You literally just turned 18."
"That was months ago!"
"Shut up. You’re proving my point. Go lay down. I’m not letting you overwork yourself anymore. Not while you’re sick! You will die if you continue like this, Jiho."
"You’re being dramatic. Just let me-" All of a sudden his sentence was interrupted by a Kyungie plunging full speed at him.
"What the..??"
"Don’t even think about moving. You can’t sing nor rap at the moment. Your voice sounds like shit." He says as he breathes into Jiho’s chest, laying on top of him to physically stop him from getting up.
"I could still fix the lyrics and play around with the beats."
Kyung’s grip tightened harder.
"Nah. Not letting you."
"You arrogant little- get off me!"
"Why don’t you move me then? You know you could easily do it."
Kyung was right. Jiho could easily wrap his fingers around the latter’s arm, but he also knew that at the moment he was too sick to carry even a thin creature such as Kyung.
"That’s what I thought."
Kyung arrogantly whispered, his arms still tight around Jiho’s body preventing him to move.
"Stay here. I need to get something."
He lifted himself up, a sudden wave of coldness hitting him where Kyung was on less than a second ago. Maybe he did deserve a little rest.
"Oh right! Forgot this."
Kyung quickly ran back to the room holding something that looks like a..
"Blanket?"
"You need to be all snuggled up and cozy."
pfft was what Jiho thought, before he blinked, and all of a sudden Kyung was in front of him, tucking him in bed. He didn’t know why he felt so warm.
Well besides the fact he was sick and cuddled up in a blanket.
His heart felt warm.
Whatever this "emotion" was, it was most likely just the effect from the high fever he had, so he brushed it off.
His mind felt like it was spinning, his vision all blurry. When Kyung finally came back he was holding something, but Jiho couldn’t quite see what it was.
"Drink up," the doe eyed boy said, extending his hand holding a warm cup of tea. Before he knew it, Kyung was holding even more supplements and meds for him to take.
"Why do you have so many..? What are these for?….this is something a boyfriend would do for his girlfriend. Do I look like a girl to you?" He chuckled teasingly.
"Honestly, sometimes"
"?? what is that even supposed to"
"Shh. Don’t ask too many questions. Go rest" And just like that, Jiho dozed off without even realizing.
He woke up to a familiar warm feeling in his chest. He felt something, rather someone next to him.
Of course, it was none other than his stupid friend Park Kyung.
Well he’s not stupid he’s pretty smart actually. But whatever. What pissed him off is he did indeed feel comfortable, for the first time in god knows how long.
Come to think of it, he kind of liked how Kyung was always there in a way. He hasn’t been able to notice or appreciate it enough from how hard he’s been working on his mixtape, but Kyung was always doing "dumb" stuff that actually helped Jiho more than he could see at the moment.
Kyung looked like a cucumber. A dorky one with silly hair.
He turned his head around carefully, seeing that the other was still sleeping. Their faces were just inches apart now. It felt like he could see every single pore and imperfection on his skin.
Looking closer, Kyung was kinda pretty. Like a pretty cucumber maybe.
Fuck what is he even thinking about?? Once again this is probably just from the fever. He should stop and go back to sleep.
That was until.. he saw the cucumbers eyes open. They were pretty pretty actually. Looked like taro boba.
"Jiho? Are you feeling any better?"
"Uh, yeah actually" his stomach fluttered hearing his name all of a sudden coming from those pretty lips.
"cause you’ve been staring at me for quite a while."
fuck.. did I get lost in his eyes for too long? what the hell is my issue he’s gonna think I’m like gay or something now. what if he thinks I’m disgusting and never talk to me agai-
"Jihoooo."
"Shit- I mean, yes?"
"I don’t think you feel well. But I know what can help."
"What is it?" At this point, Jiho had no idea what could help since he didn’t even know how he felt and what he felt.
That was, until he saw two warm hands cup his cheeks, and before he could tell what was happening, he felt another pair of lips pressing against his, the same warm sensation in his chest once again, this time stronger than ever.
As their lips clashed together, Jiho heard Kyung’s heartbeat that just sounded so familiar, as he put his hand on his Kyungie’s cheek, he felt so hot that he’d think he was the one with a fever. Jiho wasn’t sure if he was dreaming, but all he knows is that he doesn’t want this to end.
After what felt like ages, they pulled away gasping, just staring at each other while frantically breathing, before breaking out in laughter. Kyung layed on top of Jiho again and hugged him tight. He wrapped his hands around the other as well and caressed his back.
It all felt so unreal but.. nice.
Jiho finally felt at peace.
Maybe taking a break from work wasn’t so bad after all.