johnny, your boyfriend, invited a couple of friends over to your guys’ place. he didn’t know you were sick with a fever, he just assumed you were still sleeping because, well, it’s nine in the morning and you guys stayed up pretty late last night.

he let the guys know that he was gonna check on you for a bit and walked into your guys’ shared room to see you huddled up in bed with five blankets piled on top of you, a pile of tissues and a half full tissue box on the bedside table … that bad, huh?

“hey, baby!- oh..?” he says, his smile fading into a confused expression. he paused for a moment before walking out of the room, coming back with yet another blanket.

he sits down on the edge of the bed, fiddling with the ends of the folded blanket in his hands.

“everyone’s looking for you,” he mutters softly, pausing for a moment “this blanket will self-destruct if you don’t take it in three… two… one…?” he says playfully with a smile, looking over at you.