imagine Minghao getting sick and you taking care of him.
"Darling? " You quietly entered your shared room, holding a bowl of warm soup in your hands. You sighed at Minghao's curved state beneath layers of blankets.
You placed the tray on the nightstand and sat next to him. You began to shake him awake, "Ming? Wake up. You gotta eat."
You earned a muffled response. A chuckle leaves your lips, "come on. Have a few sips."
The boy twists and turns, with you helping him sit up. You fluffed a pillow and added it behind him before taking the spoon and the bowl.
Minghao reaches, but you pulled it back.
You smile. "I've got it."
He pouts. "I can feed myself."
"I know, but I want to take care of you," you squeezed his hand. "Let me take care of you. Please? "
He rolls his eyes then opens his mouth. You grinned in accomplishment before feeding him. He eventually finishes in a few minutes and you went to get him a glass of water.
He gulps it down and leans on you as you were now sitting behind him.
He looks up at you with tired eyes.
"You're the best."
You smirk. "I know." He chuckles and snuggles in your arms. "Go sleep. I'll be right here."
