Minho

Minho and you have been dating for a few years and have already allowed yourselves to live together, which makes both of you much happier than usual, since you have each other.

In these last few days Minho had gotten sick, so you had to take care of him. He stayed in bed most of the day because his body felt weak, and you also didn't let him get up so he wouldn't move so much. Right now he was lying in his bed while you gave him some medicine, giving him a little kiss on his cheek.

— Little one, don't kiss me... you know I'm sick.

Minho spoke weakly. He loved it when you kissed him, but he didn't love the idea of ​​you getting sick because of it too.