“Mario Kart?”
“Not now.”
“Legend of Zelda?”
“Later.”
“Jae baked some cookies.”
“Not in the mood.”
“What are you in the mood for?”
“A nap, most probably.”
“Gosh, Changmin.” Junsu groans loudly. “You’re no fun with a fever.”
Changmin smiles apologetically. “I’m sorry, hyung.” He says softly.
Junsu creeps into bed and under the sheets with him, toes touching toes.
“It’s okay. You’re easier to love when you’re sick.” Junsu grins as Changmin elbows him weakly in the ribs. “I love you too hyung.”
And Junsu doesn’t care; he kisses Changmin softly and enjoys how hot his lips feel.
