Я попробовала и вышло вкусненько. Шоколад такой насыщенный

М, я могу вам дать рецепт. Может кто захочет попробовать

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"Stop making this noise, please," his classmate says. He looks at his notebook with many formulas and speaks in an angry voice. "You are destroying my thermodynamics lecture. Can you be quiet?"

Jisung sighs. He wants to sneeze, but he uses a tissue from his pocket. This is his tenth tissue today. His throat hurts a lot.

"I am not doing this on purpose," Jisung whispers. "It happens by itself..."

When he comes back to his apartment, Jisung wants only one thing: to sit under a blanket, watch a game stream on his computer, and rest. But Minho meets him at the door. Minho wears a grey home hoodie and socks of different colors.

"Oh, my little virus is here," Minho says happily. He hugs Jisung and puts his nose on Jisung's neck.

"Minho, stop!" Jisung tries to push him away with his elbow and turns his red face. "I am sick. I cough, and my nose is running. You will get sick too!"

"I don't care," Minho answers easily. He takes Jisung by the waist and pulls him to the sofa. "My immunity is strong. And you are warm like a heater."

All next week, Jisung tries to stay away, but Minho is always near him. He puts special cream on Jisung's chest, tries to kiss his red nose, and waits by his bed with a cup of hot tea. He doesn't listen to Jisung's "no."

The result is easy to guess.

By Saturday, Jisung breathes with his nose and eats a sandwich, but Minho... Minho is very tired and sad.

"Jisungieee," a sad voice comes from the bedroom. "I am cold. And hot. And my throat hurts."

Jisung goes into the room and almost laughs. Minho is in a blanket. Only his eyes and messy hair are outside.

"Did I tell you? Yes, I did," Jisung smiles and sits on the bed.

"Don't be stubborn," Minho says from his blanket. He takes out one hand, takes Jisung's sweater, and pulls him onto the bed. "Lie down. You made me sick, so now you must make me better."

They spend the whole weekend together. Minho doesn't want to let Jisung go for more than five minutes. When Jisung wants to get a thermometer or water, Minho pulls him back, puts his hot head on Jisung's shoulder, and breathes quietly. Jisung sighs, but he hugs Minho back, touches his back, and listens to Minho making quiet sounds because of his temperature.

Minho sleeps well with his mouth open. Without his usual jokes, he looks very homey and cozy. His thin wrists are outside his sleeves, and his hair looks funny.

Jisung feels a lot of warmth in his chest. He feels very sweet emotions, and his mind turns off.

"What a silly boy," Jisung whispers quietly.

He leans down and kisses Minho's hot cheek for a couple of seconds to feel his familiar smell.

But the morning does not start with coffee.

Jisung wakes up because his head feels very heavy, and he smells nose spray again.

"Again?.." Jisung says with a hoarse voice and looks at the ceiling.

Minho moves next to him. He stretches, yawns, looks at Jisung's red and unhappy face, and then... starts to cough.

They look at each other.

"Are you giving this sickness to each other again?!" Jisung breathes out and puts his face in the pillow. "This is not love, this is a circle of illness!"

Minho laughs quietly, takes Jisung and the blanket, and hugs him hard:

"I don't know anything. Now we are sick partners. Bring a second blanket, we start round three!"

Хм, это так интересно. Я сейчас провожу параллель и задумалась. Как-то был период (недолгий), когда я вставляла в зарисовки английские слова. И тогда многие были недовольны этим. Но стоило мне сейчас писать полностью на английском, как многие хвалят и благодарят. Да, и тогда были некоторые в восторге, но тогда и присутствовал за это хейт

Ужас, я сегодня такая невнимательная…. Как ежик в тумане

Мне просто повезло, что сегодня нет никаких важных заданий. Иначе всё пошло бы через жо…

Чуваки, я наконец немного проснулась и просматриваю мерч. Запустить его в ноябре или в декабре, ближе к праздникам?

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