((Tbh, I’m only doing this because I’m sick.))

There was something wrong. Moon could tell immediately.

You hadn’t come to work most of the week. You were sick.

You had hoped that that a simple doctors note would be okay.

But your fever hasn’t gone down and you couldn’t talk without coughing.

You had basically handed in that note like it was a deal with illegal things. Wrapped up in several layers to not be recognized.

Because you thought you looked terrible. I mean who looks good when they’re sick? ((Not a direct insult, you’re beautiful/handsome etc.))

So here you were, laying in bed, with tissues surrounding you and lights all off, while you scrolled on your phone.

Until you heard a rattle then a click and the front door open, a person in the doorway.

You threw several things at the said person, because, well, you thought your apartment/house got broken into.

Turns out it was just Moon.

He went over to you and shoved a bottle of fever reducing medication in your face.

He just picked the lock to your door, and he just gives you this like it’s a normal occurrence???