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Abby and Baby were dating. They had been since a year before before the Namsan tower incident. None of the Saja Boys really knew how they survived that ordeal, but they were all eternally grateful nonetheless.
When the honmoon got sealed and the Saja Boys stood together, alive and breathing, Baby was the first one Abby hugged. He gathered the boy into his arms and lifted him off the ground, kissing him on the lips as he did so.
In that moment, Abby’s heart had never felt fuller. He felt like the luckiest guy alive to have just made it out of literal hell with the love of his life.
But that feeling of an overwhelmingly full heart had returned as he looked down at the tired body of Baby, his head resting in his lap. Baby was currently sick. He’d come down with something after the busy week the Saja Boys had.
Dance practice three days in a row, then an interview the next day, a concert, a tv show appearance, and finally a livestream for the fans. So, yes, the past week had been crazy.
But finally, they got a break. Just in time too, now factoring Baby’s illness.
In Abby’s opinion, this was the best break the Saja Boys had ever gotten. He knew that sounded wrong - he knew it made him sound like a terrible boyfriend for liking whenever Baby got sick, but cuddling Baby and getting to do the simplest things for him 24/7 filled Abby with a lot of joy.
“Get it together. He’s been sick before. You’re overreacting.”
The thoughts repeated in Abby’s mind like an alarm clock on a school morning while he hand fed Baby his medicine.
And maybe Abby was overreacting. He’d been dating Baby for over a year and a half, there was no need for him to get all blushy like a middle schooler with a crush around Baby.
But there was something so endearing about the way Baby’s lips brushed against Abby’s thumb as he placed the tablet into his mouth, or the adorable way Baby would weakly shake his head while burying himself into the crook of Abby’s neck whenever Abby would pick him up out of their shared bed, immediately missing the warmth of the blankets that his feverish body definitely did not need.
But now, Baby was just resting. He was half-asleep, laying with his head in Abby’s lap, the stuffed animal he got him for his birthday tucked snugly under his chin.
Abby was slowly tracing his fingers over Baby’s sweat-damp bangs, feeling the warmth from his forehead radiate up his arm.
Abby stood up to go get a cooling pack that would hopefully help bring his temperature down. Baby rolled over and let out a very cute ‘hmm?’ sound in confusion when he felt Abby pull away. If you could die from cuteness overload, Abby would have disintegrated by now.
“You’re too adorable for it to be legal.” Abby chuckled, before reassuring Baby he was coming back.
He went into their bathroom and wet a small towel with cold water before entering their bedroom again and placing it on his forehead.
Abby smiled down at Baby’s tired face, his eyes had just opened at the sudden chilling feeling of the cold towel.
Baby’s face was pale, yet flushed with fever, he looked impossibly pretty. Obviously Baby was always pretty, but still being able to look angelic while being sick had to be some sort of talent.
One of Abby’s favourite pastimes was to stare into Baby’s eyes and mentally rant about how it looked like a rare, one-of-a-kind, bright teal crystal just so happened to circle his pupils.
But now Baby’s eyes were tired, and slightly glossed over. That didn’t stop them from having that ethereal reflection off the sun. Adoration bloomed in Abby’s chest like a firework exploding against the night sky.
He picked up the previously discarded stuffed animal and placed it back in Baby’s arms. His touch lingering a little longer than necessary. If Abby wasn’t careful, he’d become fully addicted to the whole caretaking thing.
He leaned down and kissed Baby’s face repeatedly. Dusting featherlight kisses across his cheeks and nose. He did it as if he was sealing him in his own personal honmoon. Only this one was made out of Abby’s love and obsession - not demon repellent essence.
Abby gently carded his fingers through Baby’s soft teal hair before sliding into the bed, his arms moving on autopilot as they wrapped around Baby. He kissed Baby one more time before letting his hand rest on his bony hip.
Baby’s body was thin. Unhealthily so. But that’s how his body was when he was captured by Gwi-ma, so that’s how he’d stay.
Despite the human reincarnation, their bodies weren’t going to develop any more like a normal human’s would. They were no longer immortal, but their youth was. Which ment all Baby’s scars would never get the chance to fade.
Abby hated the thought of anyone ever mistreating Baby. Though, his protruding skeleton and self-harm scars made the thought unavoidable.
He subconsciously pulled Baby closer into his chest.
The next few hours were spent with the two curled up together, Abby whispering sweet nothings into Baby’s ears even after he had fallen asleep. He made a silent vow to never let anyone or anything hurt Baby.
Still, overwhelming thoughts and predictions filled Abby’s mind.
What if someone tries to hurt Baby?
What if something happens that I can’t prevent?
What if Gwi-ma returns?
They were all possible outcomes, Abby hated that he knew that.
No, he didn’t hate that he knew that. He despised it. He utterly loathed anyone who would ever put those thoughts of Baby being hurt into his head.
Even if that person was himself.
He sighed and looked at the medicated boy to his left, the wet towel on his forehead slightly slipping off.
“No.” Abby thought, readjusting the towel so that it would rest more conveniently on Baby’s forehead. “I won’t let anything happen to him.”
And that was a fact.