Hyunjin hovered over Felix like an anxious shadow, one hand pressed to Felix’s forehead, the other fussing with the blanket for what felt like the hundredth time.

“You’re burning up,” Hyunjin said quietly.

Felix groaned and turned his face into the pillow. “I told you I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine.” Hyunjin brushed Felix’s bangs away, eyes soft with worry. He leaned in closer, his lips nearly touching Felix’s cheek.

Felix jerked back instantly, giving him a weak glare. “Hyunjin, don’t.”

“But you look really cute when you’re sick,” Hyunjin whispered, already inching forward again.

Felix put a hand between them. “Seriously. Don’t.”

“I just want a kiss.”

“Well I don’t!” Felix snapped, voice cracking before he broke into a cough. “Stop kissing me, I have a fucking cold!”