Sick in Love
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ladybirdcarinaTitle:Sick in Love
Pair:yunchun
Rating:G
Warning:Chun!Fail
Disclaimer:I don't own them...now, at least...<.<
Summary:Yunho's sick, and Yoochun tries, and fails, to help...
This is for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
march_kyo, who was sick...I decided that I wanted to write for her, since I love her, and she loves yunchun, so yay~!
"I'm sorry, what?" the young man asked into the phone, praying that he had simply misheard.
He hadn't.
~I said that I need you to pick me up from the hospital, Chun~
"B-but what're you doing there in the first place?!" Yoochun yelled, drawing attention to himself. Flushing in embarrassment, he repeated himself quietly.
~Manager Hyung brought me after I kind of passed out during the meeting~ Yunho explained slowly, knowing how his younger bandmate would react.
He wasn't disappointed.
"You passed out?! What happened?! Are you okay?! Did you get hurt?! Are you sick?!" he ranted, ignoring the many sets of eyes on him.
~Are you at the dorm?~
Halting in his rant, Yoochun bit his lip and looked around the crowded studio, bowing in apology to the other artists and staff.
"Um, yes?"
~...~
He sighed. "Give me ten minutes, but you'd better tell me what happened as soon as I get there."
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True to his word, ten minutes after hanging up, Yoochun had pulled into the hospital parking lot. Looking around, he found Yunho laying on a bench by the doors. Pulling up to the curb, he threw his car into park and got out, walking up to his friend.
It was obvious to see that the young man was ill. His face was red with fever and a thin sheen of sweat was clear on his brow. He looked tired and his slight movements were sluggish. Once he opened his hazy eyes, Yoochun smiled softly.
"Hey. You ready to go home?" he asked quietly, frowning slightly as even the soft tone he had used made the older boy flinch.
"Yeah," he mumbled, slowly pulling himself up with Yoochun's help.
"Yunho, are you sure that you shouldn't stay here?"
"It's okay. The doctor just said to get a lot of rest," he explained as he eased into the car.
Once they were in, Yoochun started the car and headed home, Yoochun shooting worried glances at his friend the entire way. Twenty minutes later, Yoochun pulled into their complex and parked. Getting out, he ran to the other side and helped Yunho, not wanting him to overexert himself.
"Are the others home?"
Yoochun shrugged. "I don't know, but it's a distinct possibility since you were the only one with a schedule today." Once inside the elevator to bring them to their dorm, Yoochun continued. "What happened, Yunho?"
The older dancer sighed. "We were in the meeting when I just suddenly felt dizzy. I shook it off and kept going, but when I got up to get a drink, I blacked out. I woke up an hour later in the hospital."
The elevator dinged, signaling their arrival. When the doors opened, the two walked out and toward their dorm. Unlocking their door, Yoochun peeked in. Seeing no one, he and Yunho entered and headed straight for the leader's room, which was the only single room in the entire dorm.
"You change and lie down. I'm gonna grab you something to eat, okay?" At the look of nausea that passed through Yunho's eyes, Yoochun smiled. "Just soup, Hyung. Something to fill your stomach, but nothing too heavy."
It was only after he had left the room that Yunho remembered.
Yoochun couldn't cook to save his life.
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"I'm sorry, Hyung," Yoochun muttered lamely, eyes downcast. Apparently, boiling water really was harder than it looked.
Yunho chuckled softly. "It's fine, Chun. I wasn't hungry anyway."
His pout deepened. "But you need to eat something..."
"I will in a bit, okay?"
"Okay." He paused before sitting down on the bed beside Yunho. "So what did they say was wrong with you?"
"Well, at first they thought I might have the flu, but-"
He wasn't able to finish the explanation, because Yoochun took that time to promptly freak out.
"Flu?! Oh my God! Yunho, is it Swine Flu?! Holy crap, you have Swine Flu! Are you gonna die?! You can't die, Hyung!"
"BUT-" Yunho said loudly, halting the baritone in his rant. "It just looks like severe fatigue from pushing myself too hard. The doctor said I'll be fine in a few days."
"But the fever," he pointed out, still worried.
"It's a stress fever. I kind of made myself sick preparing everything for the next tour." He smiled and took Yoochun's hand, trying to calm him down. "I'm fine, Yoochunnie. Or at least, I will be, so calm down, okay?"
The singer blushed as Yunho took his hand, sighing when the older man ran his thumb gently over the skin of the appendage. "Okay, but only because you say so," he murmured almost shyly.
Yunho smiled softly. The pair had been dancing around each other for a while now. The two easily recognized the fact that they were definitely attracted to each other, but neither knew quite what to do, which made for quite the interesting situation. Random touches lingered longer than normal and group meetings had them sitting together, far closer than necessary.
"I'm, um, gonna clean a bit, okay? You get some rest. Just yell if you need something."
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"Owowowowowowowow..." Yoochun hissed as Yunho dabbed anticeptic onto the scrapes covering the younger singer's right arm and knee.
"How did you manage to get so scraped up cleaning the living room?" Yunho chuckled, placing a band-aid over one of the marks.
"I was trying to dust the ceiling fan. I guess the chair didn't want me standing on it," he explained.
"You do know that we have an extendable duster for that, right?"
Yoochun simply stared. "Are you serious...?" he whined. At Yunho's nod, he released an aggravated cry and crawled under the covers of the dancer's bed and curled up.
"Chunnie, what're you doing?" he asked, amusement clear in his voice.
"I'm hiding forever!" he yelled, voice muffled by the thick royal blue comforter.
'Only Yoochun', Yunho thought as he pet the area that he figured his head was. "As much as I don't mind you choosing my bed to hide in, I think I'd miss seeing you every day outside of it."
There was a slight pause before Yoochun spoke again. "Well, I like it here, so nyah," he mumbled.
Smiling largely, Yunho laid down and got under the comforter as well. After a moment, he managed to turn Yoochun around so that the composer's shining mocha eyes and shadowed face were all that were seen in the darkness. He chuckled at the look of childishness in those stunning eyes mixed with the pout formed on those amazing lips.
"Please, Chunnie?" he asked quietly as he snaked an arm around the younger's waist, pulling him that much closer. "It's very hard to take you out when you're hiding here, you know."
Yoochun regarded the man with an odd look for a moment before smiling slightly as he eased into the welcomed embrace. "I don't mind nights in."
Yunho laughed before swooping in to indulge in the singer's lips, finding them just as tantalizing and soft as he'd imagined them to be.
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"I'm gonna kill him! Why the hell didn't we know that he fainted! Leader-sshi my ass...I'm still older, therefore I'm gonna kill him myself," Jaejoong ranted as he stuck his key in the lock, opening the door.
"Jae, calm down," Junsu tried without much success. He'd been trying since their manager called to inform them of the current situation. Jaejoong of course panicked and ran to his car, the other two close behind without knowing that Yunho had already had Yoochun pick him up.
"Yeah, Hyung. I mean, he's with Yoochun. I'm sure if it was something really bad, he'd be admitted, not let out," Changmin added.
"I don't care. I'm that idiot's hyung and I'm gonna kill him for worrying me so much!"
Storming over to Yunho's room, the eldest swung the door opened and prepared to ream their leader when he stopped. Changmin and Junsu looked at each other in confusion when Jaejoong entered the room, slowly following him.
Once he reached the bed housing a blanket covered lump that was far larger that a single person, Jaejoong slowly lifted the corner of the covers and nearly squealed. Yunho was fast asleep, Yoochun cuddled against the man's chest. All anger left him at the sight of his two best friends together, happy since it had been a long time time coming.
At Changmin and Junsu's chuckles, however, Jaejoong turned around and smacked the pair in the heads, gratified when he saw the slack jawed looks of disbelief as they both rubbed the backs of their heads, pouting as Jaejoong shooed them out, allowing the pair to get some rest.
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The door had just closed when the corner of the blanket was pulled down, revealing Yoochun's eyes as he looked at the door. "They're gone, you big coward," he teased as Yunho poked his head out as well.
"Like you're any better. Jae's scary when he's pissed," Yunho stated.
Yoochun couldn't deny the statement.
"So what now?" Yoochun asked, pressing closer to Yunho, loving the warmth the man provided.
Yunho smirked wickedly. "I can think of a couple things we can do," he said, covering them with the blanket again.
Pair:yunchun
Rating:G
Warning:Chun!Fail
Disclaimer:I don't own them...now, at least...<.<
Summary:Yunho's sick, and Yoochun tries, and fails, to help...
This is for
march_kyo, who was sick...I decided that I wanted to write for her, since I love her, and she loves yunchun, so yay~!"I'm sorry, what?" the young man asked into the phone, praying that he had simply misheard.
He hadn't.
~I said that I need you to pick me up from the hospital, Chun~
"B-but what're you doing there in the first place?!" Yoochun yelled, drawing attention to himself. Flushing in embarrassment, he repeated himself quietly.
~Manager Hyung brought me after I kind of passed out during the meeting~ Yunho explained slowly, knowing how his younger bandmate would react.
He wasn't disappointed.
"You passed out?! What happened?! Are you okay?! Did you get hurt?! Are you sick?!" he ranted, ignoring the many sets of eyes on him.
~Are you at the dorm?~
Halting in his rant, Yoochun bit his lip and looked around the crowded studio, bowing in apology to the other artists and staff.
"Um, yes?"
~...~
He sighed. "Give me ten minutes, but you'd better tell me what happened as soon as I get there."
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True to his word, ten minutes after hanging up, Yoochun had pulled into the hospital parking lot. Looking around, he found Yunho laying on a bench by the doors. Pulling up to the curb, he threw his car into park and got out, walking up to his friend.
It was obvious to see that the young man was ill. His face was red with fever and a thin sheen of sweat was clear on his brow. He looked tired and his slight movements were sluggish. Once he opened his hazy eyes, Yoochun smiled softly.
"Hey. You ready to go home?" he asked quietly, frowning slightly as even the soft tone he had used made the older boy flinch.
"Yeah," he mumbled, slowly pulling himself up with Yoochun's help.
"Yunho, are you sure that you shouldn't stay here?"
"It's okay. The doctor just said to get a lot of rest," he explained as he eased into the car.
Once they were in, Yoochun started the car and headed home, Yoochun shooting worried glances at his friend the entire way. Twenty minutes later, Yoochun pulled into their complex and parked. Getting out, he ran to the other side and helped Yunho, not wanting him to overexert himself.
"Are the others home?"
Yoochun shrugged. "I don't know, but it's a distinct possibility since you were the only one with a schedule today." Once inside the elevator to bring them to their dorm, Yoochun continued. "What happened, Yunho?"
The older dancer sighed. "We were in the meeting when I just suddenly felt dizzy. I shook it off and kept going, but when I got up to get a drink, I blacked out. I woke up an hour later in the hospital."
The elevator dinged, signaling their arrival. When the doors opened, the two walked out and toward their dorm. Unlocking their door, Yoochun peeked in. Seeing no one, he and Yunho entered and headed straight for the leader's room, which was the only single room in the entire dorm.
"You change and lie down. I'm gonna grab you something to eat, okay?" At the look of nausea that passed through Yunho's eyes, Yoochun smiled. "Just soup, Hyung. Something to fill your stomach, but nothing too heavy."
It was only after he had left the room that Yunho remembered.
Yoochun couldn't cook to save his life.
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"I'm sorry, Hyung," Yoochun muttered lamely, eyes downcast. Apparently, boiling water really was harder than it looked.
Yunho chuckled softly. "It's fine, Chun. I wasn't hungry anyway."
His pout deepened. "But you need to eat something..."
"I will in a bit, okay?"
"Okay." He paused before sitting down on the bed beside Yunho. "So what did they say was wrong with you?"
"Well, at first they thought I might have the flu, but-"
He wasn't able to finish the explanation, because Yoochun took that time to promptly freak out.
"Flu?! Oh my God! Yunho, is it Swine Flu?! Holy crap, you have Swine Flu! Are you gonna die?! You can't die, Hyung!"
"BUT-" Yunho said loudly, halting the baritone in his rant. "It just looks like severe fatigue from pushing myself too hard. The doctor said I'll be fine in a few days."
"But the fever," he pointed out, still worried.
"It's a stress fever. I kind of made myself sick preparing everything for the next tour." He smiled and took Yoochun's hand, trying to calm him down. "I'm fine, Yoochunnie. Or at least, I will be, so calm down, okay?"
The singer blushed as Yunho took his hand, sighing when the older man ran his thumb gently over the skin of the appendage. "Okay, but only because you say so," he murmured almost shyly.
Yunho smiled softly. The pair had been dancing around each other for a while now. The two easily recognized the fact that they were definitely attracted to each other, but neither knew quite what to do, which made for quite the interesting situation. Random touches lingered longer than normal and group meetings had them sitting together, far closer than necessary.
"I'm, um, gonna clean a bit, okay? You get some rest. Just yell if you need something."
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"Owowowowowowowow..." Yoochun hissed as Yunho dabbed anticeptic onto the scrapes covering the younger singer's right arm and knee.
"How did you manage to get so scraped up cleaning the living room?" Yunho chuckled, placing a band-aid over one of the marks.
"I was trying to dust the ceiling fan. I guess the chair didn't want me standing on it," he explained.
"You do know that we have an extendable duster for that, right?"
Yoochun simply stared. "Are you serious...?" he whined. At Yunho's nod, he released an aggravated cry and crawled under the covers of the dancer's bed and curled up.
"Chunnie, what're you doing?" he asked, amusement clear in his voice.
"I'm hiding forever!" he yelled, voice muffled by the thick royal blue comforter.
'Only Yoochun', Yunho thought as he pet the area that he figured his head was. "As much as I don't mind you choosing my bed to hide in, I think I'd miss seeing you every day outside of it."
There was a slight pause before Yoochun spoke again. "Well, I like it here, so nyah," he mumbled.
Smiling largely, Yunho laid down and got under the comforter as well. After a moment, he managed to turn Yoochun around so that the composer's shining mocha eyes and shadowed face were all that were seen in the darkness. He chuckled at the look of childishness in those stunning eyes mixed with the pout formed on those amazing lips.
"Please, Chunnie?" he asked quietly as he snaked an arm around the younger's waist, pulling him that much closer. "It's very hard to take you out when you're hiding here, you know."
Yoochun regarded the man with an odd look for a moment before smiling slightly as he eased into the welcomed embrace. "I don't mind nights in."
Yunho laughed before swooping in to indulge in the singer's lips, finding them just as tantalizing and soft as he'd imagined them to be.
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"I'm gonna kill him! Why the hell didn't we know that he fainted! Leader-sshi my ass...I'm still older, therefore I'm gonna kill him myself," Jaejoong ranted as he stuck his key in the lock, opening the door.
"Jae, calm down," Junsu tried without much success. He'd been trying since their manager called to inform them of the current situation. Jaejoong of course panicked and ran to his car, the other two close behind without knowing that Yunho had already had Yoochun pick him up.
"Yeah, Hyung. I mean, he's with Yoochun. I'm sure if it was something really bad, he'd be admitted, not let out," Changmin added.
"I don't care. I'm that idiot's hyung and I'm gonna kill him for worrying me so much!"
Storming over to Yunho's room, the eldest swung the door opened and prepared to ream their leader when he stopped. Changmin and Junsu looked at each other in confusion when Jaejoong entered the room, slowly following him.
Once he reached the bed housing a blanket covered lump that was far larger that a single person, Jaejoong slowly lifted the corner of the covers and nearly squealed. Yunho was fast asleep, Yoochun cuddled against the man's chest. All anger left him at the sight of his two best friends together, happy since it had been a long time time coming.
At Changmin and Junsu's chuckles, however, Jaejoong turned around and smacked the pair in the heads, gratified when he saw the slack jawed looks of disbelief as they both rubbed the backs of their heads, pouting as Jaejoong shooed them out, allowing the pair to get some rest.
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The door had just closed when the corner of the blanket was pulled down, revealing Yoochun's eyes as he looked at the door. "They're gone, you big coward," he teased as Yunho poked his head out as well.
"Like you're any better. Jae's scary when he's pissed," Yunho stated.
Yoochun couldn't deny the statement.
"So what now?" Yoochun asked, pressing closer to Yunho, loving the warmth the man provided.
Yunho smirked wickedly. "I can think of a couple things we can do," he said, covering them with the blanket again.
