For: dazesix :)

It had been a fine Tuesday morning. Jumin had woken up on time, thanks to Jaehee's hysterical call. He wouldn't have gotten up from the warm and cozy bed, had his (Y/N) not demanded for him to "Stop annoying Jaehee!" in her cute morning voice, which seemed to be hoarser that morning. His smile had only grown bigger when his precious (Y/N) had given him a smile that made flowers grow in the tangled messy sands of his brain.

Jumin now stood in front of the large oak-wood mirror, which Seven had given to him and (Y/N) as an engagement present. He straightened his tie, combed his hair, and looked at his precious lady from the mirror. Something about that Tuesday seemed off to him. He couldn't get that weird prickly feeling out of his body. Something at the back of his mind was screaming 'danger'. To the generally super calm and collected young businessman, this feeling was foreign and he hated it.

He turned around to look at her: she had covered her whole body (including her face) wholly with the thick quilt. All he could make out was the red on her cheeks. She was breathing with her mouth wide open and something in his mind was tingling; was she alright?

She'd usually have breakfast with him every morning and help him put his coat on and help fix his tie, but she didn't seem to be stirring from her sleep. He didn't mind, though. He loved her too much to ask her why she wasn't up. Besides, he wished she'd rest more everyday, rather than see him off.

But the way her cheeks looked too red, and the fact that she'd been really drowsy and sluggish during dinner last night, forced him to grow even more apprehensive.

He leaned down and touched her cheek affectionately, "(Y/N)?"

She coughed and then mumbled out a meek reply.

Her face was burning.

She was coughing. She was coughing and Jumin Han could feel his heart stopping.

He pushed the quilt away from her face, his fingers shaking, and put his palm on her forehead.

She shrieked, "Your hands are freezing!"

He pulled away, his legs, too, were shaking. He felt really anxious, it was as if someone had punched him in the gut. His precious (Y/N) had gotten sick! What would he do if she didn't feel better?

Jumin Han could feel tears coming in his eyes. "(Y/N), I-I think you've got a fever!"

Her beautiful (eye colour) eyes opened and she looked at him, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I'm fine, don't worry."

He shook his head, and pinched the bridge of his nose. He appeared to be under a lot of stress.

"Jumin, please. Jaehee needs you. I'm fine. I'll eat-"

He sat down next to her and sniffled, "N-no! I don't know what to do. You're sick. What do I do?"

She sat up, "Jumin, please-" she coughed. And again - "don't worry. Oh no. Are you crying?"

He swallowed, "Oh no. I must phone Dr Haine!"

He abruptly stood up and called for him.

He sat next to her, praying to whatever controlled the universe for his (Y/N)'s health.

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"It appears that she has a slight fever. Nothing to worry about."

"But Doctor, why does she have one?"

"Anyone can grow sick from time to time, Mr Han. Just keep her warm and give her these tablets twice. And make sure she eats a lot of fruits and vegetables."

"How long until she's completely fine?"

"Flu takes a while to recover, but our body's natural immune system is sufficient to fight it. Give her a few days and she'll be perfectly fine!"

"Are you sure? You don't need to do any blood tests or anything?"

The doctor shook his head and patted Jumin on the shoulder, "Don't worry, Mr Han. Call me for any other assistance."

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"(Y/N), I made breakfast. Come on."

"I'm not hungry, Jumin!" She pouted.

Jumin sat down next to her, and cut the pancakes he had prepared into bite-sized chunks. "No, you must eat."

"Jumin-"

He put some nutella and some strawberries on each chunk, "I made them for you. See? I even put the commoner 'Nutella' you love. Now open your mouth-" he grabbed a fork and fed her - "how is it?"

She sighed in contentment, "Jumin, these are so good!"

He gave her a huge smile and continued feeding her.

"What happened to your finger?"

He hid hand behind his back.

"Jumin-"

"I may have burned it. Not to worry!"

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"Good. Now you've had some fruit to eat and I did give you the medicine. Now it's time for bed."

"But it's only ten!"

He smoothed out the quilt and fixed the pillows, "You have to rest. I want you to recover as quickly as possible."

"You worry too much, Jumin."

He tied her hair in a pony tail, as she sat in front of the mirror. "I love you."

She leaned towards him, "I love you too."

He gently picked her up, much to her protests, and tucked her in, "Now goodnight, my dear. I love you, (Y/N)."

She sighed, and grabbed his arm, "Jumin, at least lay down with me, so the quilt gets warmer!"

He gave her a soft smile and kissed her forehead, "Okay."

He lay down next to her, holding her to his chest.

"Goodnight, Jumin."

"Goodnight (Y/N). Also, I will try making soup for you tomorrow."

"I'm fine!"

He kissed her cheek, "No."

"You'll grow sick too if you keep kissing me-"

He pecked her on the lips, "I don't mind. As long as I get to hold you."

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A/N: Not super super happy with this, yikes, but here goes.

I hope you liked it :)