[Fic] Sick
Title: Sick
Author: 93rdfragment
Pairing: Myungsoo x Sungjong (MyungJong)
Rating: PG
Summary: "He swears Sungjong wants to secretly kill him."
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There's a cough that reverberates within the room. Eyes blearily look up at the boring bed on the top bunk and a groan emits from dry lips. A body hesitantly gets up from the comforts of the warm bed. There's a sluggishness to the movements that could be attributed to the sickness but it could also be the owner of the body's own laziness and hesitance. This man rather likes sleeping. No. He loves sleeping - loves it so much you couldn't wake him up unless you douse him with cold water and physically haul him out of bed.
He slowly makes his way across the room as the weight of his head seems to feel tripled. There's a quiet sigh of accomplishment as he arrives at the door and pulls it open. He looks around to see if anyone is there to help him. To his unluckiness, not a single soul was in sight. This time, a sigh of disappointment escaped from him. But he doesn't dwell on it. This is quite a common sight within these walls. The people who live here hardly actually live here - always away.
Easing away from the door, he moves to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. He gulps it down greedily and sets the glass down on the table with a loud thud. He tries to think about where the medicine is supposed to be but as a proof of his unluckiness for the day, he couldn't. He thinks that he really should try remembering where it is. It would be to his own benefit especially on days like this. For now, he'll have to try and contact someone to inquire its whereabouts. With that in mind, he sets off to grab his mobile from his room and proceeds to sprawl out on the sofa.
"Sungjong-ah, where's the medicine?" He sends the message hoping that the other would be able to read it soon and give him a reply. Seconds tick by into minutes and it bores him to simply lie there with eyes closed and hands clutching tightly to his mobile. With one hand, he blindly feels for the remote control on the table across the sofa. He manages to get a hold of it and he turns the television on while turning his head towards it, eyes slowly opening. He flicks randomly through the channels, nothing holding his interest for more than 5 minutes. Then, his mobile vibrates and he hastily opens the message.
"Hyung, didn't you see the medicine I left in our room? It's on the bedside table. Eat something before drinking it, okay? And rest."
Instantly, after reading, he felt a desire to slap his forehead. He should have double-checked the room first instead of simply ignoring it. Getting up from the sofa, he turns the television off and trudges to the kitchen to do as Sungjong ordered. The dining table is bare of any ready-to-eat food and so hands grab hold of the instant noodles on one of the cabinets. Luckily, and hallelujah there's some luck today, hot water is available. He pours it into the cup and waits for a few minutes. He's sitting down and staring at the cup when he remembers that he hasn't given Sungjong a reply. He opens his phone and quickly types in his message.
"Preparing instant noodles right now. I promise to eat and rest. Thank you Sungjongie!" After sending the message, he goes back to staring at the cup until the minutes are up. The food disappears into his stomach as soon as it was ready and just a little cold enough to gulp down. Water is chugged down as well before he makes his way into their room once more. The medicine is, indeed, lying on the bedside table with even a glass of water. He berates himself for not noticing before but doesn't dwell on it much longer. He drinks both the medicine and the water. Placing the glass back down the table, he promptly plops on his bed again and crawls underneath the warm covers. He remembers having left the empty cup and glass on the dining table but is too sleepy to care by then. Once eyes have been closed, sleep is instant.
Someone is carding their fingers through his hair. It feels quite nice and he smiles a bit. There's a chuckle and the hands give a final run through before disappearing. He frowns and the chuckle is heard once again. He opens his eyes for the second time today and it's better than the first time - definitely better. Sungjong is there, head resting on a soft hand and a smile brightening up the whole room. He curses inwardly for not having his camera with him at that moment because he'll be damned if the scene before him isn't one of the most beautiful he has ever seen. Then again, it seems as if any scene is beautiful as long as Sungjong is in it. At least, for him.
"Are you fully awake, hyung? You can go back to sleep you know. I'll get you some more water." He shakes his head, not fully trusting his voice to be steady at the moment. He's halfway to sitting up when hands firmly push him back down on the bed. Sungjong is frowning at him, hands still on his shoulders and enchanting eyes conveying frustration. He relaxes into bed once more because he doesn't want to argue with Sungjong. He wants those long fingers on his hair once more, making him feel comfortable. It's quite rare for the other to do it to him so he relishes the moments that Sungjong does do it. Sensing his thoughts, Sungjong's hands move into his hair once more. Maybe they really have developed some telepathy - through their eyes maybe. The hands stay there for awhile before moving away. He opens his eyes that he had unconsciously closed. "I'll be back with water. Just rest, hyung. The others will be here soon, I think."
Idly, he watches Sungjong leave the room before closing his eyes. This time, though, he doesn't intend to fall asleep. He listens to the sounds from the kitchen through the still open bedroom door. He imagines Sungjong's lithe figure fleeting about. Usually, their not-so-little youngest member doesn't like doing chores or rather, puts up a tantrum first before conceding. However, Sungjong is quite caring and readily nurses them back to health whenever any of them fall ill. Soft but deliberate footsteps are heard as Sungjong walks back into the room. There's a small thump to the table and it's most likely the glass full of water.
Looking through slightly opened eyes, he sees Sungjong changing clothes. His body stiffens and he shuts his eyes tightly. He'd rather not have dirty thoughts while his body wouldn't be able to do anything about it. Besides, if Sungjong saw him looking, he'd be dead meat. He wills himself to relax and believe that Sungjong didn't notice. The rustling of clothes stops and those distinct footsteps start to sound nearer and nearer again. He knows Sungjong is standing by the foot of their bunk bed. He feels the hesitance and indecisiveness rolling off of Sungjong. He opens his eyes and sees Sungjong having an inner debate. He thinks for a moment before reaching out to the bedside table and opening the drawer, pulling out a face mask. He puts it on before dragging Sungjong, who is looking at him with inquisitive eyes, to the bed. He covers them both with the blanket and pulls Sungjong flush to his body. There's a moment before Sungjong hugs him back, arms and legs wrapping around his body. A kiss is placed upon his lips through the mask and Sungjong smiles warmly at him. He swears Sungjong wants to secretly kill him. He double swears it when Sungjong snuggles to his chest and whispers.
"Sleep, Myungsoo-hyung. Get better so we can go out again together."
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End note: THE SHIP SAILS. And yes, this is just something random my bored brain made. Yeay for boredom?
Author: 93rdfragment
Pairing: Myungsoo x Sungjong (MyungJong)
Rating: PG
Summary: "He swears Sungjong wants to secretly kill him."
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There's a cough that reverberates within the room. Eyes blearily look up at the boring bed on the top bunk and a groan emits from dry lips. A body hesitantly gets up from the comforts of the warm bed. There's a sluggishness to the movements that could be attributed to the sickness but it could also be the owner of the body's own laziness and hesitance. This man rather likes sleeping. No. He loves sleeping - loves it so much you couldn't wake him up unless you douse him with cold water and physically haul him out of bed.
He slowly makes his way across the room as the weight of his head seems to feel tripled. There's a quiet sigh of accomplishment as he arrives at the door and pulls it open. He looks around to see if anyone is there to help him. To his unluckiness, not a single soul was in sight. This time, a sigh of disappointment escaped from him. But he doesn't dwell on it. This is quite a common sight within these walls. The people who live here hardly actually live here - always away.
Easing away from the door, he moves to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. He gulps it down greedily and sets the glass down on the table with a loud thud. He tries to think about where the medicine is supposed to be but as a proof of his unluckiness for the day, he couldn't. He thinks that he really should try remembering where it is. It would be to his own benefit especially on days like this. For now, he'll have to try and contact someone to inquire its whereabouts. With that in mind, he sets off to grab his mobile from his room and proceeds to sprawl out on the sofa.
"Sungjong-ah, where's the medicine?" He sends the message hoping that the other would be able to read it soon and give him a reply. Seconds tick by into minutes and it bores him to simply lie there with eyes closed and hands clutching tightly to his mobile. With one hand, he blindly feels for the remote control on the table across the sofa. He manages to get a hold of it and he turns the television on while turning his head towards it, eyes slowly opening. He flicks randomly through the channels, nothing holding his interest for more than 5 minutes. Then, his mobile vibrates and he hastily opens the message.
"Hyung, didn't you see the medicine I left in our room? It's on the bedside table. Eat something before drinking it, okay? And rest."
Instantly, after reading, he felt a desire to slap his forehead. He should have double-checked the room first instead of simply ignoring it. Getting up from the sofa, he turns the television off and trudges to the kitchen to do as Sungjong ordered. The dining table is bare of any ready-to-eat food and so hands grab hold of the instant noodles on one of the cabinets. Luckily, and hallelujah there's some luck today, hot water is available. He pours it into the cup and waits for a few minutes. He's sitting down and staring at the cup when he remembers that he hasn't given Sungjong a reply. He opens his phone and quickly types in his message.
"Preparing instant noodles right now. I promise to eat and rest. Thank you Sungjongie!" After sending the message, he goes back to staring at the cup until the minutes are up. The food disappears into his stomach as soon as it was ready and just a little cold enough to gulp down. Water is chugged down as well before he makes his way into their room once more. The medicine is, indeed, lying on the bedside table with even a glass of water. He berates himself for not noticing before but doesn't dwell on it much longer. He drinks both the medicine and the water. Placing the glass back down the table, he promptly plops on his bed again and crawls underneath the warm covers. He remembers having left the empty cup and glass on the dining table but is too sleepy to care by then. Once eyes have been closed, sleep is instant.
Someone is carding their fingers through his hair. It feels quite nice and he smiles a bit. There's a chuckle and the hands give a final run through before disappearing. He frowns and the chuckle is heard once again. He opens his eyes for the second time today and it's better than the first time - definitely better. Sungjong is there, head resting on a soft hand and a smile brightening up the whole room. He curses inwardly for not having his camera with him at that moment because he'll be damned if the scene before him isn't one of the most beautiful he has ever seen. Then again, it seems as if any scene is beautiful as long as Sungjong is in it. At least, for him.
"Are you fully awake, hyung? You can go back to sleep you know. I'll get you some more water." He shakes his head, not fully trusting his voice to be steady at the moment. He's halfway to sitting up when hands firmly push him back down on the bed. Sungjong is frowning at him, hands still on his shoulders and enchanting eyes conveying frustration. He relaxes into bed once more because he doesn't want to argue with Sungjong. He wants those long fingers on his hair once more, making him feel comfortable. It's quite rare for the other to do it to him so he relishes the moments that Sungjong does do it. Sensing his thoughts, Sungjong's hands move into his hair once more. Maybe they really have developed some telepathy - through their eyes maybe. The hands stay there for awhile before moving away. He opens his eyes that he had unconsciously closed. "I'll be back with water. Just rest, hyung. The others will be here soon, I think."
Idly, he watches Sungjong leave the room before closing his eyes. This time, though, he doesn't intend to fall asleep. He listens to the sounds from the kitchen through the still open bedroom door. He imagines Sungjong's lithe figure fleeting about. Usually, their not-so-little youngest member doesn't like doing chores or rather, puts up a tantrum first before conceding. However, Sungjong is quite caring and readily nurses them back to health whenever any of them fall ill. Soft but deliberate footsteps are heard as Sungjong walks back into the room. There's a small thump to the table and it's most likely the glass full of water.
Looking through slightly opened eyes, he sees Sungjong changing clothes. His body stiffens and he shuts his eyes tightly. He'd rather not have dirty thoughts while his body wouldn't be able to do anything about it. Besides, if Sungjong saw him looking, he'd be dead meat. He wills himself to relax and believe that Sungjong didn't notice. The rustling of clothes stops and those distinct footsteps start to sound nearer and nearer again. He knows Sungjong is standing by the foot of their bunk bed. He feels the hesitance and indecisiveness rolling off of Sungjong. He opens his eyes and sees Sungjong having an inner debate. He thinks for a moment before reaching out to the bedside table and opening the drawer, pulling out a face mask. He puts it on before dragging Sungjong, who is looking at him with inquisitive eyes, to the bed. He covers them both with the blanket and pulls Sungjong flush to his body. There's a moment before Sungjong hugs him back, arms and legs wrapping around his body. A kiss is placed upon his lips through the mask and Sungjong smiles warmly at him. He swears Sungjong wants to secretly kill him. He double swears it when Sungjong snuggles to his chest and whispers.
"Sleep, Myungsoo-hyung. Get better so we can go out again together."
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End note: THE SHIP SAILS. And yes, this is just something random my bored brain made. Yeay for boredom?