The frustration is audible in his groan, and he pushes on my shoulders again. Big mistake, little maknae. I grab his arm and I pull him to me until he falls to the bed. I havent done this in a long time, but I pull him to me and wrap my arms around him like a pillow. "Hyuuuuung! Let me go!" he says, obviously flustered. Its cute and hes not struggling so I pull him even tighter against me. "Shhhh. Pillows arent supposed to talk." I say snuggling my face into his neck and breathing his scent. Its the usual Taemin smell with a faint scent of banana milk. Hmmmm, he smells so good... I fight the urge to move my lips on his neck just to see what he tastes like. Being sick around Taemin is like being drunk; I cant control myself. "But your soup! Itll get cold!" "Shhhh, Pillow. Cuddle. Eat later." I say snuggling closer to him and breathing in some more of that dizzying scent of his.   ForewordMy first ever 2min fic! Meant to be read with my Jongkey story Weakness, but can be read separately :)