"Achoo!"
The blonde cringes as the albino sneezes once more. "Hang in there, Jack!" she exclaims as she approaches the shivering, blanket-covered boy with two mugs of steaming hot chocolate in hand. "I'm coming!"
Rapunzel gently settles down into her couch beside Jack, and passes one of the mugs to him, which he gratefully accepts.
Jack exhales in content as his hands touch the warm mug. He slowly breathes in the steam before taking a careful sip. A relieved sigh escapes his pale lips. "Punz, you are a lifesaver," he remarks with a smirk.
The other smiles warmly. "Well, I wouldn't want anyone to die on my watch, would I?" Rapunzel takes a nip of her own hot chocolate before snuggling into the sofa herself. The blonde stares at the gradual snowfall outside the window across her, allowing the tranquillity of the sight to eat her up.
"It's killing me, you know," Jack states, staring out the window in longing. He turns to the girl with big blue eyes while jutting out his lower lip. "Pleeaassee?"
She gives him a knowing look. "Jack, you'll just end up worse than before!"
He pouts. "It's a no, then?"
Rapunzel shakes her head.
Jack leans back on the couch, taking another sip of the warm liquid with a frown.
The girl chuckles and leans forward and ruffles his hair. "Don't sulk, you big baby. Once this flu clears up you can go back to jumping about in the snow as much as you want," she finishes and beams at the albino.
Her smile, however, turns into a frown after noticing that Jack does not pull away from her touch. He continues to stare at the bobbing marshmallows in his hot chocolate, sitting still across her. Yet his cerulean orbs show that the playful teen was in another place.
The soft, mellow acoustic music coming from the radio on the kitchen table not far from them fills the silence between the pair.
Much to Rapunzel's relief, Jack yawns and rubs his eyes. "Achoo!"
Rapunzel giggles. Jack's fine.
He takes one final sip and places his cup on the coffee table before them. The blonde stands up and collects the dishes. She brings them to the kitchen and deposits them into the kitchen sink. She returns to a snoring Jack lying on her sofa when she arrives the living room and smiles. With the back of her hand on his neck, she thinks, His temperature definitely has lowered. Her smile widens.
She pecks at the boy's forehead and tousles his snow white hair one more time. Sweet dreams, Jack.
A/N: here, have a short drabble i wrote last summer. i read it again today, and thought it wasn't that bad. *sprinkles fluff everywhere*
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