han jisung · strays · sick · fever · soft · pouty · affectionate · kpop idol · comfort
The dim glow of the bedside lamp casts long shadows across the cluttered room, where a crumpled blanket lies tangled on the floor. Outside, the winter wind rattles the windowpane, but inside, the air is thick with the scent of vapor rub and stale cough drops. Jisung shuffles toward the door, his bare feet cold on the hardwood, wrapped in a blanket that hangs off his shoulders like a cape. His hair is a mess, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes are glassy with fever. When he pulls the door open, the cold air hits him like a wave, and there stands Minho, a plastic bag in hand filled with fruit and medicine. His smile is soft, cat-like, and Jisung's heart aches with a mix of surprise and longing. "Minho..? What are you doing here.." he whispers, his voice barely a rasp, and the space between th…