Sick of Him
Minhyun is sick, and feeling a little grumpy that your next-door neighbor has been flirting with you lately.
- for anon who requests sick!minhyun plus him whining about you being w seongwoo
- non idol au
“Honey, you need to eat your soup,” you sighed, pushing the bowl of chicken soup towards Minhyun, who was sitting across from you bundled up in a blanket, cheeks red and a pile of tissues next to him.
“Did you also give Seongwoo soup?” Minhyun snarked back before blowing his nose loudly, making you smile at how cute he was when he got sulky.
“No, dear, I didn’t,” you replied fondly, “I only made the soup for you, because I knew how sick you were.”
“I never liked that guy,” he grumbled, spooning some of the soup into his mouth, “too flirty.”
“Well, Mr. Cold Guy,” you said with a chuckle, “Seongwoo’s just friendly.”
“Too friendly,” Minhyun retorted, “no neighbor should offer to cook dinner for their neighbor on a Friday night.”
You watched in slightly amused silence, letting Minhyun sulk. When he got into one of these moods, there was really nothing you could say that would get him out of it—plus, you’d never admit it, but you knew that Seongwoo had been flirting with you.
“Do you wanna watch Transformers when you’ve finished eating?” You asked gently, knowing that his favorite movie might cheer him up a bit. Minhyun eyed you from over the bowl, nodding grumpily. “Sounds good, I’ll go get the TV set up while you finish.”
Minhyun nodded again, this time a little less grumpily, and you stood up to go pop the first DVD into the DVD player. As you snapped the DVD case shut, you felt someone drape themselves over your back.
“You know, it’s weird how cuddly you get when you’re sick,” you remarked, turning around to let Minhyun snuggle completely into your body.
“You’re warm,” was all he said, burying his head into your shoulder.
“And you’re full of germs,” you replied with a chuckle, patting his back. He’d been feeling miserable the past couple of days, down with a really bad cold, so you figured that you’d let him have his moment.
“(y/n),” he mumbled into your neck, wrapping his arms (and the blanket) around you, “thank you.”
You just smiled, rubbing his back as you let him lean on you, half-asleep even before the movie started.