๐ช๐ฃ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐๐๐ฎ.
โyou are sick,โ yeonjun whispers.
giggling his best with a sore throat, wooyoung nods. โyes, i'm aware.โ
yeonjun hums, and huddles closer. his big, big left hand, lands on wooyoung's forehead. โthe date is cancelled,โ he announces with so little regret, before placing a soft peck onto said sick boy's cheek.
โbut.โ
โi'm afraid today i have to put up a rule where there are no buts here.โ
wooyoung pouts a little. โso mean.โ
โoh,โ yeonjun raises his eyebrow, โbut how do you think about me cooking you warm chicken soup and giving you cuddle right after?โ
wooyoung pretends to think. there's mischief that swims freely in his droppy eyes. he still look so adorable, even when his facade is fighting it off at the moment. โum, still sounds bad.โ
yeonjun laughs, and nuzzles deeper into wooyoung's neck. fishing a high pitched laugh out of wooyoung's mouth. it sounds strange, with the change of voice latched tightly there. but that does tell yeonjun something; his baby's quite alright. and after a quick nap and some medicines later, wooyoung will be back bouncing again soon.
โalright,โ yeonjun quips in, โi will give my big baby tons of kisses. do i get a deal here?โ
and that, gets him a full smile that stretched far from end to end. because wooyoung's beaming, as the boy sneaks an arm around his torso to hug him a little tighter.
โit's a deal!โ
๐ ๐ก๐๐ช๐จ๐, 3.06 pm.