“I feel awful,” Taemin complained. “I have a sore throat, a runny nose, my chest is all congested, I can’t breathe, I have a headache, and I think I have a fever too. And I’m all achy all over the place. My skin hurts, even.”

                “It’s just a cold,” Minho said, tucking Taemin in bed.

                “No, I’m pretty sure I’m going to die,” Taemin replied, and Minho chuckled.

                “Well, my beautiful invalid, I guess I’ll have to take good care of you to make sure you don’t die, then, huh?” Minho laughed. Taemin pouted.

                “I guess so,” he said. Minho leaned down to kiss him, but Taemin stopped him.

                “No, hyung! You’re going to get sick. Don’t kiss me.”

                “I love you too much not to,” Minho said, settling for a kiss placed on Taemin’s forehead. “You’ll be better in no time now.”

A/N: I'm going to start writing much shorter chapters so I can catch up easier. I hope y'all don't mind. In other news, I am Taemin today. And guess whose birthday is tomorrow? That's right, mine. I hope I get better.

♥ Exie