➳ guest bedroom

@☠ christian yu. "it might earn a little more symp-" dejun didn't manage to finish the thought as the coughing fit took christian. he rested a knee on the side of the bed and leaned over, his face ly slightly away as he attempted to reach behind and rub in the space between shoulder blades, lungs, and diaphragm. he only withdrew when christian clearly recovered. "neither, i'm afraid." having dumped a single pouch in hand, he used a thumb to delicately push the contents aside into their individual components to be named off . "no poison among them. i would say i wasn't that smart, but like you said - you haven't written me into your will yet." when he smiled, the flaws it produced in the angles of his face (that small fold just above the right of his upper lip, the little scar pitted into the left side of his nose bridge, his mismatched dimples) made it evident there was no mask to hide behind. he waved off the mention of catching christian's illness in favor of reaching for the takeout container and perching himself on a hip at the edge of the bed as he carefully removed the lid and released a puff of aromatic steam off the broth. "maybe next time i'll consider the nurse costume."

@xiao dejun. “Would you rather I whimper like a hurt pup? Never. It’d ruin the image of cool, cold, hot and tatted vibe I have going on,” he chuckled. But, as if on cue, Christian started coughing uncontrollably, leaning to the side and hastily covering his mouth with his arm to contain his sickly aerosols. Once he narrowly escaped death, he sat up composed and his curious eyes peered over to see what the other had come with. He visibly gagged. “Unless that’s Molly or Ecstasy… I think my New Year’s resolution is to stay clean—“ Christian moved away slightly from the sight of so many pills. Wary eyes flickered up to the latter’s gaze upon noting his terms, his brows arching in response. “If you continue to speak to me like this, I’m afraid I might end up passing whatever bug I have onto you—it’s a shame you didn’t come in a nurse costume.” He sighed. “Fine. I’ll take whatever atrocity you’ve packed into those bags. I’m not being poisoned, am I? I haven’t written you into my will… yet,” he added as if it might protect him for a while longer.

@☠ christian yu. dejun's mouth had fallen open the moment christian suggested he 'kiss it better,' then it promptly closed when christian moved away from him. "you didn't whimper when i touched you, so it can't be that bad." once christian returned to the bed, something that seemed safest in the moment, dejun crouched where his bag lay and opened the top flap and zippered pocket inside. the little baggy of loose pills, a variety pocketed into even smaller bags, certainly looked suspect as he produced it from his satchel. he laid it on the end table beside the bed without mention, black felt marker ink on the larger bag already denoting the pre-portioned contents as a b complex, ginseng capsule, vitamin c and d, and zinc. his fingertips lingered against the surface near the takeout container as he eyed christian with a brow raised. "i can be convinced to stay and play home care nurse if you'll be a good boy and promise to take your meds once there's some food in your stomach."

@xiao dejun. “I see that now—” he let out a laugh, feeling rather embarrassed of the fact. Christian had a tendency to act impulsively and speak without forethought—a habit he had no intention of fixing. When Dejun unexpectantly touched his arm, the older didn’t resist, allowing the younger to examine him. It was rare for anyone to readily approach him like Dejun did, his outer appearance usually deterring people away. He smiled and lifted his elbow toward the other’s lips, cocking his head to the side. “It hurt. A lot… Take responsibility for making me worry and kiss it better for me?” It was an obvious tease that held no weight. He pulled away and did as he was told, slipping back into bed along with the fallen sheets retrieved from the floor but not before brushing his thumb over Dejun’s visibly tighten jaw. “Yes sir, anything you say. Will you feed me, too? I think the fall broke my arms. I can barely lift them.”

@☠ christian yu. in his years in service, dejun had never witnessed someone trip over themself in an effort to assist him, and yet with both hands full, he watched futilely as christian dropped himself to the floor. his eyes were wide, mouth hung open, as he watched the other man prop himself up from the floor. "you should have waited," his lips pursed into a tight bud, "i wouldn't have actually dropped anything." with his burdens set down, his leather bag on the floor by his feet, he reached out thoughtlessly for christian and twisted at the waist to examine him for obvious injury. he couldn't have cared less about the hot tea save for the fact it left his fingertips unusually warm where he touched the other's elbow. "are you alright? that looked like it hurt." the muscles in his jaw visibly tightened as he heaved out a sigh. "both heads should get back in the bed before i agree with you about the rock. let me handle doling out the rest."

@xiao dejun. Christian failed at suppressing his smile, the smile lines apparent despite his lips being pressed tightly together. The struggle could be heard from beyond the door and Christian almost felt guilty for not having more mobility. But when it looked like his benefactor’s cup was about to slip out of his grasp, he mustered all of his strength to dive for it, only to trip over his blanket and tumble to the ground. “Ouch-“ he groaned, propping himself up onto his forearms. “Well you met the bigger head, a lot dummer than a rock.”A strained chuckle escaped him as he archored himself up with the help of his bed before reaching out to assist Dejun in setting the items on the bedside table. “I’m allergic to lemon… and honey… and green tea unfortunately… do you have something else I could drink instead?” He teased, though his serious tone made it hard to tell. “Kidding. I don’t really drink tea, but since you came all this way to deliver it, I’ll make sure not a single drop is left.”

@☠ christian yu. the sound of christian's voice from the other side of the door, albeit soft enough that he had to consciously focus on it, was enough for dejun to lower his head and chuckle from his chest. the act of opening the door with both hands occupied by cups proved to be a larger obstacle than he anticipated, and perhaps if his hands were larger the three fingers he could spare for the door it wouldn't be. at zero, he opened the door - quietly muttered "" as he felt his own cup slipping in his grasp until the rough edge of the lid dug into the side of his index finger - and glanced across. "and here i thought i was going to get an early introduction to your pet rock after all that." his foot hooked around the bottom of the door to draw it mostly closed behind himself as he neared the bed with arm, and hot tea, outstretched. "green tea, lemon, and honey. i should have checked first for allergies but i trust that's alright?"

@xiao dejun. though christian had agreed to have dejun over, he could feel himself lolling off drowsily as his head sunk back against the headrest of his bed. the knock still came as a surprise and made him jolt awake from his almost-slumber. he let out a laugh that was more akin to a groan. “one. I’m , but don’t let that keep you from coming in,” he called out in his aussie accent, voice barely over a whisper. he wasn’t , but seeing as the other loved to tease, he couldn’t help himself. “zero, don’t stop. never stop. keep going, just like that.” albeit the struggle, christian managed to lift himself up into a seating position, his hand blindly reaching for the light switch.

@☠ christian yu. there was a delay before dejun arrived at the door to the guest bedroom. he wouldn't bemoan it to christian, but the server had already heard the beleaguered sigh when the order placed ahead both wasn't ready - and then was wrong. he lifted a hand to rap just the knuckle of his index finger, the rest of his hand wrapped around his own americano in a takeout cup and his leather bag slipping down his shoulder into the crook of his elbow while his other hand more carefully cradled takeout containers in a paper bag and a paper cup of hot tea. "delivery. i'm opening the door in five seconds if you don't tell me to stop." a faint smirk rested on his lips as he began his countdown audibly.

@ning yi zhou. a brief smile touched his typically downturned lips when her almond eyes locked with his obsidian ones. who was she again? it didn’t matter. all the guest here didn’t last long enough to be written into his father’s will. 0069. that’s what he’ll refer to her as. “It’s because you’re not looking hard enough,” replied, his own foot gently pressing over 0069’s, to mute her tapping. “Are you in a rush because you’re in need of using the bathroom? I guarantee you won’t be able to smell anything after. Besides, you can blame it on the other guest. I won’t tell.”

@☠ christian yu. her arms cross against her chest as her almond eyes glare up into your deep brown eyes, her brows furrow as she hisses words of betrayal, "i don't see any air fresheners in here." she gestures at the room with the turn of her head, glancing over the bedsheets, the nightstand, the grand sized dresser, and she huffs, stomping her foot to alert your attention to ask, "where are you keeping all your air fresheners?"

there aren't any ing air fresheners in here tf

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