requested by chwniett_

when you weren't feeling well or when you were sick, soobin would take care of you. he always did. it didn't even matter if it was just the smallest sign of unease—he'd always be there to make you feel better, though things didn't go quite the same way when it was about him.

he was the type of person to put others before himself, attending to their needs instead of his own.

after coming home from your stop at your local bookstore, you didn't hear a sound. usually, there would be the sound of music coming out of your shared bedroom, or the light tapping of his feet against the kitchen floor as he prepared your dinner, but today, there was nothing.

setting down your bag, you quietly walked over to the first room you thought of and peeked in—and just as you thought. there he was, curled up on the floor next to the bed, his hair a beautiful mess. slowly, he looked up at you from his spot on the floor, the blanket around his shoulders practically engulfing the entirety of his body.

then it hit you—he was sick. "go away," he chided, covering his face with his hands—almost as if he didn't want you to see him in this state. "i'm gonna get you sick." he said, his gaze unwavering. but, little did you know, he wanted you to stay with him—you and only you.