glass candy bars

Godparents

Pairing: Minkey
AU: Cocoon
Rating: PG-13 for language and the mildest of mild innuendo
Word count: 2400+
Content warnings: Brief reference to deadnaming 
Other notes: This is a sidefic, and it happens shortly before the first Cocoon installment. The main AU is Onjongtae focused. Thank you to @bad-symptoms for writing enough cute Minkey to pull me out of my horrible writer’s block. 

Other installments, in chronological order:

And the prequels to Cocoon: Flirt (Ontae) and Notice Me (Jongtae)

Minho struggled up the stairs to the apartment, wincing as the thin plastic handles of each heavily laden grocery bag cut into the skin of his hands and wrists. When he got to the door, he tried briefly to reach into his pocket to fish out the key, but his hands were too full, and he settled for gently kicking the base of the door, hoping that Kibum would hear the muffled thumps from his makeshift sick bed on the living room sofa. But his boyfriend did not come to the door, and after a minute, Minho sighed, set all the bags down, and then fiddled with the key. He shivered suddenly; it was May, but there was still a chill in the air, especially as the sun tipped toward the horizon in late afternoon. At last he got the door open.

“Kibum,” he called softly, as he stooped and set his shoulder against the door to keep it from swinging shut so he could lift all the bags over the threshold. Still no response, even as he straightened and stepped over the bags and shut the door behind him. Kibum must be asleep, he thought, as he eased off his shoes and rounded the corner silently into the living room. But the rumpled nest of blankets and pillows on the couch was empty. He sighed as he saw the crumpled tissues and empty mugs and glasses and – were those candy bar wrappers? – strewn on the floor alongside the sofa. Kibum wasn’t a neat person at the best of times, but he didn’t even bother to maintain a pretense of cleanliness when he was sick.

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