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Win is splayed out on his bed, white blankies tucked up under his chin, a box of tissue is right beside his pillows and there’s already two empty tissue boxes already left on his nightstand. His trash bin is disgustingly full of used tissues, some missing their target and are messily lying around the room. Win sniffs louder.
“Teaaaam.” He whines, his voice barely a whisper before he coughs in waves. “Teaaaaaaaaaam.”
He hears a slight clutter of glass before the latter yells a loud “Jesus christ, Hia! I’m coming, just a sec!”
A few moments pass by until his bedroom door’s pushed open by Team who’s carrying a glass of water and a small bottle of what looks like pills. When Win’s eyes land on the items on his hands, he lets out a raspy, long groan and pulls his blankies over his head.
“Noooooooo. Team, noooooo,” he whines, voice muffled under the thick fabric.
Team rolls his eyes at him. “Hiaaaaaaaaa,” he mimicks Win’s whiny tone and settles down beside Win, placing the glass and pills on his hands onto Win’s nightstand.
“I saw what that was and I refuse.” The older man’s face was hidden under but Team could practically see the pout Win is sporting at that moment. He rolls his eyes again, poking the lump on the bed.
“You’re gonna miss practice for a longer time if you don’t take your meds, Hia.” He nags, tugging at the blanket a little. When Win doesn’t answer him, he tugs at the blanket a little harder, trying to get Win out of it.
“Come on, please? It’s just one pill, Win.”
“I don’t like taking those, and you know it.” The taller man argues, pulling his blankets away from Team’s hands and attempts to go under his haven again just as Team moves it further away.
“Look, I know you don’t,” he grunts, annoyed at how strong the man is despite being sick, “but you have to take them.” He pointedly looks at Win with furrowed eyebrows.
“You’ll be sick for a longer time,” he grins at Win suddenly, leaning down and moving his face closer to the blanket where he assumes Win’s ears must be, “and that means no kissing for even longer.”
At Team’s teasing words, Win freezes under, he quiets down and Team holds his laughter as the older man peeks out of the white fabric, a glimpse of his blonde hair and eyes out like a little kid.
“Not even a little?” He asks carefully.
“Nope.” Team even has the audacity to pop his lips at this.
“Not even on the cheek?”
“Not even on the cheek, Hia.”
Win pauses for a while, looking pensively at him, “The that means no sex too?”
Team’s cheeks flushes at this immediately, “Of course, you idiot.”
There’s an even longer silence before Team finally sighs in defeat and gets up from the bed, reaching out for the glass of water and pills.
“Fine then. Let me just-“
“No!” Before he could even take the said items, there’s a pair of arms pulling him back down onto the bed, Win’s warm chest pressed against his sides. “I’ll take them, I’ll take them. Don’t go anywhere, please.”
Team grins at him.
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Win, although reluctantly, had taken the pills Team had brought for him after which they both had ended up snuggled together on Win’s very comfy bed. The older man, despite being the sick one, had Team seated between his legs, a thick blanket wrapped around both of them like a cocoon.
Team had protested at first, not wanting to catch the older man’s flu, but he ended up in this position due to a very whiny, and a very much persistent sick Win who never knew how to shut up.
“Team…” Win murmurs, burying his face deeper into the latter’s hair. Team hums, allowing his eyes to flutter shut a little. “You smell real good.”
Team hums at him again.
“And you’re kind of really warm right now.” Team feels the blonde shift behind him, moving closer than before. A moment of silence passes by before he speaks again, tone soft and Team’s hands reaches up to stroke Win’s blonde locks. “I’m sorry for being such a pain in the ass.”
Win’s so comfortable right now-he’s snuggled up warmly with the love of his life and there’s a hand stroking his hair that’s making him so sleepy.
Team leans closer to Win, he’s basically lying on top of Win, his back to Win’s chest. He didn’t care if he caught Win’s flu now. “It’s okay, big baby.” He mumbles sleepily.
“I promise to get better soonest so that I can give you lots of kisses again.”
“That’s good.”
Team feels a warm puff of air beside his ear. “I love you,” Win whispers.
He feels soft lips connect at the sensitive spot behind his ear, he squirms a little and decides not to say anything, he didn’t want to ruin the rare moment of stillness and serenity there was in the air. He couldn’t help the small smile that sneaks out of his lips and pats Win’s cheeks slightly.
“I love you too, Hia.”