Ryouta Kise – Prompt #5 – “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”
A violent sneeze erupts from your mouth in the handkerchief
clutched in your fingers. Wiping your nose, you sniff, asking the eternal
question of how so much junk can come out of it and yet you still can’t
breathe.
Groaning, you fall back down onto your bed, arm covering your
eyes. You hate being sick. Not that anyone really enjoys it you suppose but you
hate it more than most. A tickle in your throat sends you on a coughing spree,
body turning to the side as you fist your hand to your mouth.
You squint when a beam of light from the hallway falls over your
face, pulling the covers up to block it out.
“________-cchi?” Kise’s voice is soft, his overt
cheerfulness momentarily absent in his concern for you.
You grunt from under the covers, rolling to face away from him;
the last thing you need is for the gorgeous ace to see you like this. Traveling
with the team has been fun up until this point. Why had you not made sure to
wear a mask on the plane?
A dip in the bed lets you know he’s taken residence next to you
but you’re surprised at the gentle touch on your shoulder. Increasing the
pressure, Kise rolls you on your back, frowning at the misery he can see in
your eyes.
He stands abruptly, leaving the room and you’re confused; are you
that horrid looking? Probably. But before you can delve further into self-deprecation
he returns, a bottle and spoon in his hand.
Without a word, he comes to your bedside and tilts you up,
fluffing pillows behind your back. Once you’re settled he grabs what you suppose
is cold medicine, filling the spoon with it.
“Open up,” he orders gently.
“Kise,” you say, voice raw from coughing, “I can
do it.” You reach a hand for the spoon but he pulls it away.
You’re just about to argue when he says, “You always take
care of us, me especially. So, I’m going
to take care of you, okay?”
Even though he phrases it in the form of a question you know
there’s nothing you can say to deter him so with a relenting sigh, you drop
your hand and your jaw.
Your face wrinkles at the taste but ten minutes later you are
feeling slightly better, enough that you lay back down and are finally able to
get to sleep.
As he tucks you in more securely, Kise leans down to kiss the
top of your head, whispering into your hair, “I want to always take care
of you, ______-cchi.” He’ll confess to you when you’re feeling better.
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