"Oh hey, Tiny One, you're home early!" Joon exclaims as I walk through the door.

"Yeah...they sent me home cause I'm not feeling too well" I groaned as I dragged my tired body into the living room.

I drop my bag by the couch and flop myself down, pulling the throw that's hanging on the back of it. I have absolutely no strength to walk up the stairs. My head has been pounding all day and I've just wanted a nap.

"Do you want me to call Kook?" Joon asks as he squats in front of me putting his hand on my forehead checking my temperature.

"Please don't" I groaned.

"Well, you definitely have a fever, Tiny One. I think I should at least text him, isn't he supposed to pick you up tonight?"

"Ugh, please, Joonie. Can we just tell him like an hour before I'm supposed to be off? If you tell him now he will rush home and remember how he got last time?" I plead with Joon pulling the blanket up to my chin feeling cold despite my fever.

He nods his head and leaves the room. I sigh in relief that he agreed. The last time I had a cold was a huge mess, Kookie insisted that it was his job to take care of me, but he was the worst. I didn't get any rest with him checking my temperature every 5 minutes and then asking if I needed anything.

It was cute at first. He had stacked crackers and Pedialyte on the end table, brought me extra blankets and pillows, but after the first hour all I wanted was to sleep and he wasn't letting me. I felt suffocated as he kept trying to give me different medicines and then rub Vix on my chest.

It ended with me snapping at him and him sulking downstairs like a child. When I had woken up hours later, he was passed out on the couch and the guys filled me in on how he whined and complained the whole time that I was a mean sick person.

Joon came back, handing me some Tylenol and a cup of water. "Do you want anything else?"

"Can you play with my hair?" I ask giving him my best puppy dog eyes.

"Sure thing! Get up a little" he laughs as he sits on the couch placing my head in his lap.

"Thanks, Joonie" I mumble as he starts to card his fingers through my hair. My eyes feel heavy and, before I know it, I've drifted off to sleep.

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"Tiny One, wake up you have to eat a little."

It takes conscious effort to open my eyes and look at Joon who is crouched beside the couch, checking my temperature again.

"M nt hnry" I manage to say.

Joon laughs and sits me up, "wake up a little more and then talk."

I rub my eyes and nod my head. I still feel exhausted, but agree to eat. When Joon walks back in with a bowl of soup, I shoot him a death glare.

"Joonie, you know I don't like hot liquids."

"It's soup, it's what you eat when you're sick!" He says happily.

"No!"

"But I made it for you all by myself" he says proudly.

"Then I'm definitely not eating it!"

His smile drops and he looks like I've just told him that his little tree died. Ugh, damn me and my no longer frozen heart!

"Fine, Joonie, just pass it here" I say reaching out to take the bowl from him.

"Careful, it's still hot!" He says sitting down beside me as I place the bowl on my lap.

He's eagerly awaiting on the edge of his seat as he watches me dip the spoon into the bowl, bringing it up to my lips to blow on it before taking a bite.

"Well?"

How do I tell him? What's the nicest way to say it?

"Joonie, this is terrible..." fuck that wasn't nice at all!

"Let me try!" He takes the bowl back, dipping in the spoon and taking a bite.

The silence is deafening, as he places the bowl on the coffee table.

"I'm so sorry!" He finally breaks the silence. Laughing in embarrassment.

I giggle at his failed attempt. It was a sweet thought and I'm thankful that he tried to take care of me.  I pat his back in comfort when the front door is flung open and Kookie quickly rushes inside.

"Oh gosh, babe, are you okay?" he asks as he drops in front of me pressing his hand to my forehead.

"I'm fine, Kookie" I groan, slapping his hand away from me as he starts to get worked up.

"I've just got a little cold and I'm tired"

"Oh...uh, did you take medicine and eat yet?" He asks standing up and nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

"I gave her some earlier, but she can probably have some more by now. I also made her soup" Joon says.

Kookie's face pales and he snaps his head back in my direction, eyes blown wide open. "You didn't eat it did you?" his voice laced with worry.

"HEY!" Joon shouts and I snicker, shaking my head no.

"Just kidding, Joon. You know she doesn't like to eat when she's sick" Kookie tries to save himself as Joon stands up taking the soup back to the kitchen.

I yawn loudly. My head still aches and I'm ready to go back to sleep. Joon comes back, passes me a few more Tylenol, and says bye to the two of us.

"Wanna go to bed?" Kookie asks as I start to unwind from the blanket.

"Mhmmm, but alone. Let me rest please?" I say as I stand up and my body protests.

Kookie gently scoops me up and starts walking us to our room. He softly lays me on the bed and lets me snuggle under the blankets. My eyes drift closed and a few moments later I feel the bed dip and he pulls me into his chest.

"Kookie, please. I'm tired" I whine.

"I promise I'll let you rest. We will just cuddle, baby" he says, kissing the top of my head and rubbing my back the way I like.

I hum in response as I feel my consciousness start to slip.

True to his word, all we did was snuggle. He let me rest and a few hours later he came up to the room with some soup he promised Jin had made for me.

The next morning when I woke up, I didn't have a fever or a headache, but I still felt drained. Kookie skipped work and stayed with me as we napped and laid in bed all day.

"You're a baby" I laughed as I massaged his scalp.

He was laying on my chest, his legs intertwined with mine as he held my waist. I said the words as a joke not realizing they would come back and bite me in the ass a few days later when he caught my cold and turned into the biggest baby on the damn planet. 

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