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Drabble: I'm sorry, baby...
Title: Drabble: I'm sorry, baby...
Pairing: Make a wild guess lol!
Rating: PG
Length: Drabble
Genre: Non-AU
Disclaimer: I don't own anything apart from the story.

AN: I wrote this and it was inspired by my stan friend :P She told me Yunho had a cold during A-Nation and she was jokingly alluding to Changmin being sick a few months ago. She was actually joking ok. We both knew she was, but then I sent her something…

“You gave me your cold.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did,” the handsome man nods vigorously, wincing as the movement makes him dizzy for a few seconds.

“I had a fever not a cold.”

“Fine, you had a fever and a snotty nose.”

“S-snotty!” comes the indignant huff, choked off by a cough as it turns into an exaggerated coughing fit of rather melodramatic proportions.

“See? You gave me your cold.”

“How can I pass you a cold when I got it from the damn ice water?”

He blows his nose, curling up under the warm comforter as he stares up at the man trying to glare down at him.

“Who told you to do that challenge? You could’ve just given money like you did anyway, but instead you had to practically pour a Han River’s worth of ice cubes over yourself.”

“Everyone’s was so pathetic!”

“That isn’t the point! And you can’t catch a cold from ice water anyway! Who told you such nonsense?”

“What is the point then? Who cares where the bloody hell I got the cold from? Why are you yelling at me?!” the reply is grouchy as heck as the gorgeous man storms away, making as if to leave the room.


“Hey, yourself.”

“Don’t leave me.”

He stops at the threshold of the doorway, all the irritation leaving him, as he spins on his heel and runs towards the bed.

There is a loud oooof as he propels himself onto the ailing man in the bed, flailing around like a fish out of water till he manages to get himself under the covers, sprawling almost completely atop a half naked man, groaning so loudly you’d think he was in actual pain.

But he really isn’t in any pain at all.

“I’m sorry,” a suffocated little whisper is heard as warm lips press against a scratchy jaw.

“You did give me your cold.”

“I know.”

There is a brief silence as they snuggle.

“Sing for me.”

“I’m sorry baby…”

“Yah…enough with the apologies…”

“…You were the sun and moon to me.”

“Is that a promise?”

“I’ll never get over you…”

“A promise then.”

“…You’ll never get over me.”

“Definitely a promise.”

AN: Did I pass drabble school? Oh, baby…

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