𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙮 𝙠𝙞𝙙𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨

𝑇𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑 - 𝐻𝑦𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒

Requested by rm220503

POV: You're treating them...like a... child?

Bang Chan:

- Usually, Chan would cook for you (you wouldn't even know where to begin if you started cooking)
- He'd been working all work and he was too exhausted to even eat, so when he got home you surprised him
- "What are you doing?" He yawned, closing the door behind him and dropping his gym bag to the floor
- "You've been working a lot this week." Sighing, you turned the gas down on the cooker, walking over to greet him with a gentle kiss to his lips
- "You're...cooking?" He laughed, "You never cook."
- "What did I just say?" You punched him jokingly, "I don't want you to have to come home and cook, too."
- "Y/n, it doesn't bother me-"
- "Too bad, it bothers me." You responded quickly, pushing him away lightly
- You handed him the spoon from the pan, blowing on it and reaching it out to him
- "Be careful. It's hot."
- He tasted it and widened his eyes immediately, nodding happily
- "It's so good! What did you put in it?"
- "I changed your recipe a little, I hope you don't mind.." Smiling at him, you combed your hand through the thickness of his hair, "Why don't you take a quick shower and get changed? Your sweaty..."
- "Let me help-"
- "Chan, go wash." You tutted, tugging at his jacket. "Clean yourself before we eat, okay?"
- He began to sulk, dropping his shoulders and falling into your arms before leaving your side, rushing out of the kitchen to get washed up
- Whenever he was sleepy, or he wasn't too happy that day, he'd be so cuddly and beg for your attention

Lee Minho:

- "Y/n, I'm going out." Minho jumped to the bottom of the stairs, pulling his shirt down his lightly toned stomach
- "I thought we were staying in tonight?"
- "Did we make plans...?" He bit his lower lip, most likely confusing himself over the plans he'd already made
- "No, don't worry. We didn't plan anything. I just didn't think you were going out."
- "I didn't think I was either. Jisung texted me, I forgot about going out for dinner with them. Let's stay in tomorrow night, okay?" Kissing your forehead, he began to turn and walk away before you pulled him back towards you, glaring at him suspiciously
- "Do you know how cold it is outside? It's winter."
- "I'll take my coat-"
- "And a jumper. Please?" Beginning to tug on his hand again, you raised a brow. "I won't let you go out until you get a jumper."
- "Fine, okay."
- He ran back to your bedroom to grab a hoodie but, instead, he brought down two
- "Here." He threw one over at you, "One for you too. Stay warm, don't go out."
- "Do you have money?" You followed him to the door, making sure he grabbed his coat on the way
- "I have my card, don't worry."
- "Let me get you some cash."
- It was just in case, maybe they would go elsewhere after having dinner
- He took the cash, leaning against the door
- "Don't stay up and wait for me."
- "I'll sleep downstairs until you get home."
- "Y/n-"
- "Minho, I don't like sleeping alone. I'll stay down here until you're home."
- "Then I won't come home late. I'll be back early enough so you can sleep well."
- He gave you a quick kiss before leaving

Seo Changbin:

- "Y/n?" Changbin sniffled as you walked through the door, "Why aren't you at work? Did you finish early?"
- "How did you get sick?" You whined, rushing in to see him, "Do you have a temperature? Maybe you have a fever-"
- "Y/n." He stopped you, tilting his head slightly in confusion, "Did you leave work because I'm sick?"
- "Of course, I did. You didn't sound too good on the phone, I can't leave you at home alone if you're sick."
- He rarely ever got sick, you always made sure he was wrapped up when it got cold, and he always ate plenty and drank a lot, you couldn't understand what was wrong
- "Did you eat anything?"
- "No." He sighed, rubbing his hands over his face
- "Don't you think that's why you're sick? Because you haven't eaten?"
- Shrugging at you, he leaned back against the sofa with a sigh
- "Are you warm?" You brushed your hand over his head to feel his temperature
- You couldn't tell if the room was just too warm, but his temperature was definitely high
- "Take off your clothes."
- "Excuse me?" he sniggered
- "You heard me. Get undressed." You started to pull off his shirt and let him undress himself so you could get something to check his temperature - perhaps he did have a fever
- "Y/n, I'm cold." He whined, brushing his arms harshly with his hands, "It's cold in here."
- "I'll get you a sheet in a minute. Just wait there."
- After checking his temperature, you made sure to get him something to cover himself as well as a glass of water and medication to help with the headache he obviously had
- "I'm fine. You can go back to work."
- "You always look after me when I'm sick." You leant on him, running your hands up and down the outline of his waist, "Just let me take care of you."