Stomachache.

Ryeowook hummed softly, playing with the strands of his boyfriend’s hair. He brushed the bangs aside, tucking it back behind Changmin’s ear before combing his fingers through the curly, brown locks.

Changmin let out a pained groan, nestling his head further into the crook of Ryeowook’s neck. He slumped further into the sofa, holding back another groan as he held his stomach.

Ryeowook giggled at the feeling of Changmin’s warm breath caressing his neck.

“Aw, what did you eat today?” He cooed.

“The question should be what didn’t I eat, because I feel like I ate everything.”

“I told you to eat slower.” He murmured, twirling a curly lock wrapped around his finger. Changmin pushed away slightly to glare accusingly at his boyfriend, frowning at the lack of sympathy.

Ryeowook laughed at his childishness, pulling him back to cuddle closer. He pressed gentle kiss on his forehead, wrapping his arms around the sick man. “Do you want me to buy you some medicine?”

Changmin shook his head, snuggling closer to the man he absolutely adored.

“No, I just need you.”