jongho; fluff

Minho sniffles and huffles again, getting the eye from his hyungs. “What?”

“You’re sick,” Jinki says, for the countless time. He’s certain he smeared old sick germs all over Minho in sloppy kisses. Jinki can tell when someone is sick even if they deny it until the end.

“I’m not sick..” Minho gives a sulking pout, but it’s quickly gone as he sniffles some more.

Jonghyun hands Minho some more tissue, somehow appointing himself to carry around a small box of tissues – someone better do it for him once he comes down with sick next. “If you’re not sick, then what are you?”

“I’m uh..” Minho sneezes, barely making it to his tissue in time. He rubs his scrunched up face that has only been looking chubbier lately with red swelling.

Jonghyun and Jinki glance at each other, both suddenly smiling even though the situation has grown unbearably annoying. “Stubborn,” they both say, then each grab hold of Minho’s arms, dragging the younger away to get his sniffles under control.

Minho whines, even lifts a fist in one final attempt to free himself. It’s a low blow and quick way to get under the older twos skin. With a stuffy, plugged nose, Minho tries to smile, “Bbuing bbuing~.” 

Minho’s aegyo failed him this time. The hyungs drag a sniffling huffling Minho to rest.