You were walking towards your first class which was math. It wasn't your favorite but it was tolerable. You had no choice anyways. Your throat has been killing you since yesterday. Maybe going out on a rainy day wasn't such a good idea.

"Yah, (y/n)!"

Your boyfriend of two weeks called out for you, running with flowers in his hands. He stopped right in front of you and gave you the flowers only for you to sneeze.

"Sorry, I think I'm getting sick", you said, sniffling.

"What? Did you take medicine? Why didn't you stay home? You should rest instead of getting worse", he said.

"Thanks but I think I'll be fine", you smiled.

"No you won't. Come on, I'll walk you home. I'll make some soup for you and buy medicine. I'm not leaving your side until you get better", he said, holding your hand as he pulled you out of the school.

"But you'll get in trouble if you're not in school. And you'll get sick too", you said.

"I don't care. Now let's go. Your comfy bed is waiting for you", he smiled and pulled you along.

When you arrived at your house, he tucked you in and covered you in warm blankets. He told you to stay there and not move while he made some soup. You felt like a chubby burrito. He came back a minute later, telling you that the soup is warming up. He laid down next to you and wrapped his arms around you.

"Feeling any better?", he asked.

"I feel the same", you said.

"My poor sick baby", he pouted while caressing your head.

"You're gonna become a poor sick baby too if you don't go back to school. Really, I'm fine. I'm just gonna sleep", you said.

"Yeah knowing you, that is a lie. I'm gonna monitor you. I'm gonna be like your own personal doctor", he smiled.

"Where's your stethoscope?", you teased.

"My what?", he asked, cheeks blushing.

"Nothing", you chuckled and rolled your eyes.

You snuggled yourself onto his chest, sighing as a headache took over. He rubbed your back while humming.

"Do you have practice today?", you asked.

"After school but I'm gonna call out today", he said.

"No you shouldn't. You've worked so hard to get into that group. And I'll probably feel better after I eat some soup. You can check in if you want with phone calls but you're not missing practice today. It's bad enough they think I'm a distraction", you said.

"They don't think that. They love you, I mean not more than I do but they don't think of you as that. They actually keep begging me to bring you to practice. I think it's because you take care of them, just like how you take care of me. They'll understand if I tell them you're sick. They're probably gonna want to come over and take care of you, which I'm not gonna let them do. You're mine only", he said.

"That's not very professional of you. There can't be any relationship between doctors and patients", you smirked, looking up at him.

"Okay I'm not sure if you're using pick up lines or if you're just teasing me-"

"You're cute", you smiled.

"See, no that makes more sense", he smiled back, causing you to chuckle.

He stood up to walk towards the kitchen and poured soup into a bowl. He set it up for you and even offered to feed you.

"Are you my mother now?", you chuckled as he held a spoon in his hand.

"I'll be whoever you want me to be", he smiled.

He fed you until you finished. He washed the dishes and cleaned around the house while you slept. He peeked inside your room and smiled to himself as he found you cuddling with your favorite stuffed animal. You were slightly snoring while talking in your sleep. He walked over and kneeled in front of you, admiring your sleepy figure.

"You never take care of yourself. You have to be more careful", he whispered, placing his chin on his hand while leaning on the bed.

He remembers the last time he took a care of you when you got sick. You were 8 years old and had a fever because you loved to run out when it was raining. He didn't leave your side. He saw sides of you that you never expressed. From then on you were yourself around him.

"Stupid....rock", you mumbled, rolling over onto your back.

He chuckled and covered your body with blankets that you kicked away. He caressed your head and kissed your forehead.

"(Y/n), imma get going. I'll practice for a little bit and then I'll come back. On the way I'll buy medicine, okay?", he whispered.

"Okay Mr. Potatohead", you mumbled with your eyes closed.

He smiled and walked out of your house, making sure he locked it.

~~~

When you woke up, Minho was nowhere to be seen. You called out for him but he didn't answer. You were feeling better so you stood up and walked over to the kitchen. You were getting hungry again so you warmed up the soup in the microwave and sat down on the chair. You placed your chin on the palm of your hand and rested your eyes for a bit, only to fall asleep once again.

The front door opened to reveal Minho carrying a small white paper bag. He smiled as soon as he saw he. He slowly walked over towards you and wrapped his arm around from behind. You were startled but calmed down as you realized it was him.

"Did you sleepwalk to the kitchen?", he chuckled.

"No. I woke up and I got hungry so I came over here and I guess I fell asleep", you said.

"Bought you some medicine. You should eat before you take it", he said.

"Oh yeah, I warmed up some soup in the microwave. I forgot", you said.

He grabbed the soup for you and put the bowl in front of you. He sat down next to you and watched as you ate.

"What? You don't feel like feeding me?", you asked, slightly smirking.

"Do you want me to feed you?", he asked, eyebrow raised.

"Maybe", you said.

He smiled and grabbed the spoon from your hand.

"You're such a baby. You're my baby", he pouted cutely while feeding you.

Not too long after he looked away and sneezed.

"You're getting sick. What did I tell you?", you said, raising an eyebrow.

"It's your fault. You're too contagious. Your love for me got me sick", he said.

"So you're love sick?", you laughed.

"Exactly", he smiled and hugged you.

"You should take some medicine so you won't get worse", you said.

"You're right", he smirked.

He stepped closer and quickly pecked your lips.

"What are you doing?", you asked.

"Taking my medicine", he said.

"I thought you said my love for you got you sick. This is how you get worse", you said.

"I'm fighting fire with fire. Leave me alone and let me love you", he snuggled himself closer to you and repeatedly placed pecks all over your face, causing you to laugh.

You spent the rest of the day cuddling and watching movies together. You ended up taking care of him as he got more sick. Luckily he recovered fast enough and both of you returned to school.