"Ow! No! That's still too hot!"

Henry refuses and turns his head to the side and buries it into the sheets

"What?? No it's not!" Amber continues to shove a spoonful of soup into Henry's face

"Heeeey~" the tomboy tries to shake the sick mochi for him to move his face away and sip the soup

"Nooooo~" muffled response from the latter

"If you wanna get better then you better have some of this" Amber reasons with his kid of a boyfriend

Henry has been trying to avoid the liquid that Amber made which she calls "soup"

Amber is the perfect girlfriend and all but good lawd! The lady can't cook.

"No"

Just then Amber motions to stand up from his bedside and Henry was quick to roll over and hug her by the waist before she got the chance to leave

"You don't have schedules today right?" He snuggles on her back and Amber rolls her eyes

"No I don't but I'm gonna leave the room for a while since you won't drink the soup I made" she fakes a pout and he peeks at her slowly feeling guilty.

"Th-this isn't hot anymore right?" Henry sits up and leans on the headboard then fumbles at the bowl in Amber's hands and takes it away from her.

Amber smiles and let's go of the bowl.

"Oh, did you make this? It's so good~" Snoopy feigns appreciation as he takes a sip. And he almost admits to himself it actually tastes good.

It does. But his mind is still corrupted by the fact that she can't cook.

He had gotten fever and colds after he decided on insisting to sleep over at the Super Junior dorm wherein everyone was having colds. Did he regret that? Not really.

Amber was quick to tend her whiny boyfriend when he started sniffling and kept complaining how he can't smell anything. Let me rephrase that.

He was "complaining" and not because he wanted some of Amber's attention. No. Not at all.

"You don't want me contaminated right?" Amber lies down on his stomach and takes in his scent. He still smelled fragrant even though he's been practically bedridden by choice for the past 2 days.

"Noooo~?" he carefully *secretly* puts the still-half-full bowl aside and sinks back into the bed.

Amber slowly slides up and rests her head on his left arm and Henry was quick to snuggle with her hoping she didn't notice what he just--

"You hate my cooking that much?" Amber asks, eyes closed, face buried in Henry's side. She spent the whole day reading recipes and making trials and errors with the soup for Henry.

"What?I don't"

"Right.

You're lucky I love you"

"I love you"

"You're still snotty."

"..."

"But I love you, too. Snotty Snoopy." she takes in one last of his scent before drifting into sleep.