Taemin tiptoed into Minho’s room, carrying a steaming hot bowl or ramyeon. He hoped that Minho wouldn’t wake before he was able to set everything up.

                Luckily Minho was known to be a deep sleeper, especially when he was sick.

                Taemin put up the folding table he’d found in the basement of the dorm, and set the tray with the ramyeon on top of it. He put a tiny vase with a single daisy in it—Minho always said that daisies were the only flower he really liked—next to the ramyeon and poured a cup of hot green tea from the thermos he’d carried in in his backpack.

                All that was left was to wake Minho up.

                “Hyung,” Taemin whispered, close to Minho’s ear. “Hyung, wake up.”

                “Umma…” Minho moaned. “Just five more minutes…”

                “I’m not your umma,” Taemin laughed, “and you’ve been asleep since we got back from the hospital last night.”

                “Not umma?” Minho mumbled.

                “No, I’m your Taeminnie,” Taemin smiled. Minho opened his eyes.

                “Well, for you I’ll wake up,” he said, smiling sleepily.

                “I brought you ramyeon and tea, hyung. Are you feeling better?” Taemin asked. Minho sat up, smelling the ramyeon.

                “Much. Thanks to you.” Taemin blushed.

               “I’m so happy,” Taemin said, sitting down next to Minho. “You scared me yesterday. You were completely delirious. Do you…remember anything?”

               “No,” Minho said. Taemin looked sad. “Except, I do recall that I told you something.” Taemin looked up expectantly. Minho smiled at him.

                “I adore you, Taeminnie,” Minho said.

                “I adore you too, hyung,” Taemin mumbled, latching himself onto Minho in a hug. Minho kissed the top of Taemin’s head. Taemin held him tighter, smiling into his boyfriend’s shirt. Minho always made him feel like a teenage girl, and he loved it.