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Sick

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Disclaimer,
- fluff
- long chapter

Sorry if you don't like romantic shipping between the members but remember that this is make believe and Daewon is just a character.

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Daewon spent as much time as he could at the company. Covid protocols were changing everyday but he would take what he could get spending all his time in the practice room running through all their dances. He wanted to avoid the new rush of feelings he was beginning to have for a certain cute boy with dimples. Everytime Soobin smiled at him, held his hand or just about did anything Daewon could feel his face grow hot with embarrassment and his heart race. So what did he do to prevent himself from feeling these emotions? He worked himself to the bone, and the result...he got sick.

As a precaution the company made him get tested for the deadly virus three times over the first few days he was sick. The first day he'd been swabbed through the nose. The swab went up so far he thought it just about touched his brain. The second one went straight to the back of his throat, while for the last test he simply spit in a tube. Thankfully all three came back negative but he was still quarantined in his bedroom, alone.

Daewon wasn't one to get sick often. He maybe got sick a few times a year but when a cold did catch up to him it was never pleasant. His head throbbed from a horrible headache, his throat was scratchy, his nose stuffed and his body was covered in sweat from being under so many layers but he couldn't for the life of him break his fever. The members wanted to go in and check up on him but they were advised not to since Daewon would be contagious and their manager didn't want to risk them getting sick as well.

After a few days of hearing Daewon's hacking and wheezing Soobin couldn't follow their managers orders. He put a mask on and entered the room seeing Daewon curled in a ball on his bed. The hair on his forehead was damp with sweat and he had dark circles under his eyes. His skin was horribly pale too.

"Dae?' he mutters, kneeling beside the bed. He places his palm on the males head feeling just how hot it was.

"Wonnie?" he says a bit louder and even gives the boy a shake. Groggily Daewon opens his eyes blinking a few times before squinting at Soobin.

"Binnie?" he mumbles, leaning for the leader's touch. Soobin was so warm and he was so cold.

"Hang on, I'll go get you something for your fever," Soobin says, retracting his hand. Daewon whines from the lack of contact.

"D-don leave please" he whines, tearing up a bit. He was so out of it.

"Hang on. I'll be back," Soobin says, leaving the boy in his bed. He rushes to the bathroom to get some medicine that would help break Daewon's fever but to also get him a washcloth for his head. On his way back he gets stopped by Taehyun who frowned at him disapprovingly.

"Hyung won't like that. We're not supposed to go in there," he says.

"I can't just leave him. He sounds worse than when he first got sick. And you know Dae he doesn't take care of himself properly," the leader says, almost pleading with Taehyun to agree with him, to let him go take care of Daewon.

"You could get sick," was the youngers rebuttal.

"I'll be ok. I'll be wearing my mask the whole time," Soobin says pointing to the mask he was wearing that had little lambs on them. Taehyun doesn't say anything for a minute before he sighs.