L. Minho (minsung!) 086

Jisung was a member of a mini band and they had recently had a recording session in the rain, which caused him to get a terrible flu. He felt so bad that the other members of the group had to take care of him.

Today it's Minho's turn, one of the main dancers who was supposed to take care of him. The day went well until it was time to take the medicine which Jisung hated. It was difficult to give it to him so they opted to hide its taste with other foods, however, Minho is not a patient man.

Enough Jisung, I don't care if you don't like it, you have to take it, you're not a 5-year-old.

"Order," the older one orders as he uncorks the syrup and brings it to his lips. Noticing the younger one's stubbornness, he sighs heavily, rolls up his shirt sleeves, and roughly grabs him by the waist and sits him on his lap, pressing Jisung's back to his chest.

Open your mouth.

He gives the order while his free hand moves towards the child's mouth, gently opening it with his fingers while playing with his tongue and bringing the syrup to his lips, about to pour it.

At this point I want to get back to making bots to take my mind off my problems, so maybe (I'm not promising anything), I'll start posting more often again.