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sick of you | bang chan (fluff)
Pairing: sick!Chan x reader
Word count: 2.1k words
Rating: SFW / PG-13
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: Some curse words here and there, suggestive conversations. Not proofread
Summary: Chan gets sick during preparations of a new comeback and reader takes care of him.
Author’s note: Imagine it’s a scene from a sitcom or romcom. I made this longer than intended, my apologies. But I hope it entertains you <3 I’m open to feedback, please let me know if there are grammar mistakes or mispelled words. Thanks for reading, enjoy!
It was a normal afternoon, you were typing away at your computer, sipping at your iced tea while listening to the city’s sounds, a light breeze coming through the open windows.
Happy with your written progress, you stretched your arms above you when your phone started buzzing. It was a text from Felix.
🐥: Y/N, Chris is on his way home, whatever he says don’t let him talk you into thinking he’s okay, ‘cause he’s not.
Y/N: oh no, what happened?
🐥: not sure, but he looked really tired and was cranky af. It took all of us plus the managers to make him leave.
Y/N: Jesus...this man and his hyper independence is gonna be the death of me. Anyways, I’ll check up on him, Lix. Thanks for the heads up ❤️
🐥: No problem, good luck!
You put your phone down as you heard the apartment’s front door open. Soon enough, your boyfriend entered the living room where you were currently working. Your heart sank at the sight of Chan. The man looked pale and exhausted at first glance, but then his face lit up as he saw you and tried to greet you with a sweet smile.
“Hey baby” you smiled back at him, typing a little on your computer saving your document, as he put his bag down and entered the kitchen
“Hi babe, I’ll be back in a sec, want some water first” he called back
You stood from your working station stretching out some more before making your way to the kitchen.
“Hi” you say as you came close to him puckering your lips a little to properly greet him, but he was busy chugging down on his water bottle, holding up a single finger, signaling for you to wait.
“What, no kiss? Man, chivalry is dead after all”
Chris side eyed you as he took his last gulps of water. He chuckled at your comment when he was done with his water.
“Sorry, babe. Was pretty thirsty, it’s really hot out” he said while discarding the empty plastic bottle in the recycling bin
“Is it? thought the weather was kinda nice today”
He chuckled a little “yeah well you’ve always been more sensitive to cold, can’t tell how hot it’s out there”
“Fair point. So what’s with the hoodie?”
He stopped on his tracks at your question. “Pardon?”
“Hoodie’s are for chilly days, yeah? You said it yourself, I’m sensitive to cold, and I’m not even wearing one. So, hoodie?”
“Oh well uh I wore it during practice and didn’t feel like taking it off, that’s all”
You let out a soft “a-ha”, your tongue pushing your inner cheek, arms crossed as you looked at him warily.
“Whatever, you must be hungry, want something to eat?”
“Oh, no thanks, I’m good. I’ll wait til dinner time”
You stared back at him not saying a word for a few seconds blinking a few times
“That’s it, I’m not having it”
You marched into the living room to retrieve your phone, pretending to call someone. Chan followed immediately
“hey hey where are you going? Babe, what are you doing?” He asked as he saw you tapping away at your phone screen.
“Contacting JYP to file a complaint. They broke my boyfriend”
“What? Don’t be ridiculous”
“I mean it’s either that or they somehow managed to clone their idols and sent me the wrong one”
“this is crazy”
“oh is it? Help me out here: you came home in the middle of the afternoon, with no appetite, sweating profusely, white as a ghost AND didn’t even come close to say hello to me properly. Does that sound like the Christopher we know?”
“Yes???” he said increasing the pitch of his voice
You narrowed your eyes at his poor attempt of justifying this nonesense.
“Bullshit. I’m calling the boys”
“Okay okay okay you’re right. I’m sorry. I’m not feeling well, alright?”
“I knew it!”
“But I mean, it’s not that bad”
“If it’s not that bad, why didn’t you kiss me then?”
“Oh come on, what if was a lil sick, I didn’t want you to get sick either”
“sure...”
“I swear I’m good! Honestly I would’ve stayed practicing for longer but the guys wouldn’t let me. So they asked me to come home”
You chuckled at the last part
“What’s so funny?”
“They kicked you out, Christopher. Ha-ha”
He let out a long sigh, clearly not amused at your comments as he usually would be, but still planting his famous thin lined smile on his face (the one that looks like this :] )
“Okay, enough with the sitcom jokes. Come here, you said you were feverish?”
“I think so, I didn’t feel this warm back in the practice room”
You came closer to him and placed your palm on his forehead, eyebrows knitting together as you felt how warm he actually was.
“Yeah, you must’ve gotten warmer on your way here. Did you get one of the company cars to drive you?”
“No, I walked here”
“You walked all the way here from the JYP building?!”
“It’s a 20 minute walk, it’s not that far, Y/N”
“for a person that’s burning hot, it is”
“Aww stop babe, you’re making me blush” he lightly pushes your shoulder
“Funny. And that blush is from your fever, you dummy. You should be more careful next time, Chan.”
“I thought the walk would make me feel better, okay? you know, with the weather being nice and all.”
“Well, we need to break that fever ASAP, come on”
You took his hand on yours and led him to your shared bedroom. You instructed him to remove his clothes and put on some comfy ones.
While he was at it, you grabbed the first aid kit which had a thermometer and your stash of over-the-counter meds. You took the little device out along with the Tylenol bottle.
“Put this under your armpit while I bring some more things, yeah?”
He just nodded and took the little device from your hands, doing as he was told.
You were done getting some ice water and washcloths plus a new water bottle from the kitchen when you heard Chan call from your bedroom.
“Babeeee”
“Yeah?”
“The um the the, the thingy says 38.8ºC” struggling to get the device’s name right
“Okay I’ll be there in a sec” you replied, and you weren’t wrong, his fever was in fact high.
You found him cross-legged on the bed, still looking pale and kinda drowsy. Your heart sank once again after seeing your boyfriend stay so still and weak. You knew your heart would do that a lot today, at least until his fever broke.
“Sit back for me, honey” you asked him while removing the covers
“Say please?” he said arching his eyebrow at you
You let out a short yet exhasperated sigh at his teasing, then tried to smile at him so he would comply to your requests
“I’m joking, babe” he chuckled and then sat back against the headboard.
You got to work quickly, handing him the medicine first, following with the open water bottle. After he took the pill, you asked him to lay down so you could put the ice cold compress on his forehead. He, being the drama llama that he was when sick, yelped the moment the washcloth barely grazed his face.
Laughing at him you said “Babyyy I can’t get it on you if you keep squirming! I promise the cold will vanish after a while. Pleaseeee”
He held his breath right before you put it on him, still yelping and closing his eyes but not moving this time.
“Thank you, now try to rest for a little, I’ll make you something to eat. Chicken soup sound good?”
Without moving an inch, Chan tried to look up at you through the compress that was blocking his view, and only managed to do a thumbs up and say “sounds great”
You planted a kiss on his cheek before leaving, asking him to let you know if he needed anything.
After a little while, you entered your bedroom holding a tray with a big biwl of soup and some mini breads, that way the medicine wouldn’t make your boyfriend’s stomach upset.
You set the tray down on your night table, then slowly sat down on the edge of your bed, gently placing your hand on his abdomen.
“Chan? Babe?”
He abruptly woke up from his slumber, supporting himself on his elbows with the compress hanging over one of his eyes.
“What? Yeah? I’m up, what’s- I’m up”
You chuckled at how confused he looked.
“You fell asleep for a little bit, it’s okay” You told him, now both of your hands on his body, trying to get him to relax.
“I got you some soup, but I’m gonna need you to sit up, okay? please?”
He mumbled in agreement and quickly rested his back against the headboard once more.
“I was resting my eyes for a minute” he said removing the now warm compress from his face
“Seems like the meds kicked in pretty hard, huh? Careful, it’s hot” you said as you placed the tray in front of him, above his legs. Then took the compress from his hand and placed it in the bowl full of ice water.
“They better, got lots to do before the next comeback”
You hummed in disapproval “well, if you rest properly I’m sure you’ll be ready”
“By properly you mean only tonight, yeah?”
“You’re on thin ice, Bang”
“Oh come on, I told you it’s not that bad. I’m sure it’s just like a mild cold or something” he said taking a spoonful of soup, then yelping at how hot it was.
“Told you it was hot”
“Thought you meant I waz hot” tongue hanging out of his mouth from the burn
You laughed throwing your head back “Oh lord, take it as karma for not wanting to rest for a couple more days”
He took a sip of his water then grabbed the spoon once more to take another spoonful of his chicken soup.
“Blow it” you reminded him, and regretted saying it as soon as the words left your mouth, closing your eyes.
“Babe, I’d love to but I’m sick you know?”
“I MEANT BLOW ON YOUR SOUP YOU LITTLE SHIT”
His laugh filled the room, body shaking with amusement as your hands covered your face in a mix of frustration and laughter.
Once his laughter died down, you looked at him fondly, watching him carefully eat his soup.
You talked a bit more about this and that. Then you took his plate and tray away from him so he could rest properly now.
Back in your bedroom, you put on your pajamas and got a clean t-shirt on the bedside table, hoping chan’s fever would break in the middle of the night. You let him know where it was so he could change into it later.
You laid on your side of the bed, propped on one of your arms, you checked Chan’s cold compress and took it from him, putting it in the bowl. While you waited for it to get cold, you pressed your cheek to you boyfriend’s, who was taken aback by your action and tried to move away, afraid of getting you sick with whatever he had.
“Relax, I’m just checking how warm you are”
“Oh here I was thinking you just wanted to take advantage of an ill person” voice a little hoarser than before
“Me? Nah. I mean, I guess I could but you’re too tired to do anything”
He chuckled “I’m not too tired. I just don’t wanna get you sick, babe”
“Oh, but I am sick”
He looked at you puzzled, eyebrows knitting together and guilt spreading quickly across his face
“What?”
“yeah, sick of your shit” you burst into silent laughter at your silly dad joke, grabbing your own belly with one arm and hitting chan’s arm with the other
“should’ve seen it coming” slowly joining you with his own giggles
Once the laughter died down, you reached for the cold compress in the bowl.
“Okay, I’m putting a new washcloth on, babe”
Chan grimaced in anticipation and said okay. You counted to 3 then set the compress on his forehead. And yes, he did yelp again.
You couldn’t help but giggle, he looked cute with his rosey cheeks and a white little towel on his face. You planted a few kisses on his cheek before laying on his chest. Chan took the arm that was resting under your head and started caressing your arm, pulling you closer to him.
“Hey. Thank you for today, I appreciate it.” he squeezed your arm as he said it
“It’s alright, babe. I like taking care of you”
“You’re lying”
“I am”
You both chuckled at the last joke of the night. You said your I love you’s before closing your eyes and drifting into dreamland.
Chan was an awful, stubborn, terrible patient even, but he was yours and you’d take care of him for as long as you could.
Hope you liked it!
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Bad dreams
Summary: Just a short story of you having a bad dream in the middle of the night and Harry comforts you.
Pairing: Harry x reader
Genre: fluff
Warnings: I was falling asleep by the end of this, so it’s probably trash if you get to finish it haha
Your chest felt heavy, and all you could see in the dark were strange shapes, moving towards you. You wanted to run, but you were so slow, and they finally caught you. Breathing started to become difficult, and you felt your heart beating so fast it could jump out of your body.
You open your eyes suddenly, sitting up fast, scanning the room you were in, only to be greeted by a pair of green emeralds full of concern.
“Hey, hey, what’s wrong, love?”
You blink repeatedly, startled still, but relieved to see Harry by your side. You must have woken him up. And in a hasty voice you say:
“Um, I had these weird animals or things attacking me and I couldn’t move, or breathe. I just-” you take a deep breath while trying to steady your breathing, then you take your hand to your chest, feeling your heart pounding rapidly.
“It’s okay, baby. I’m here” he reassures you as he strokes one of your arms and one of your thighs. He’s sitting up at this point, as well.
“It just felt so…real, and vivid.”
“I can’t imagine, honey. Here.” He says and leaves your thigh alone for a few seconds to fetch you some water from his nightstand.
You take the glass from his warm hands. Then you drink it in small sips.
“Thanks. I don’t even understand what it was about. Like- and it was stupid too. Every time I get a bad dream, suddenly I’m slower than a SNAIL.” At this point you’re moving your hands a little more, making nervousness leave your body.
“The worst type of dream…”
“Yeah”
“But it’s over now. Your next dream will probably be different. And if it’s not, I’m here, yeah?”
You sure loved this man
“Yeah. Thank you, love” you reply with a small smile, not completely recovered from the dream.
Still a bit weary of the darkness, you glance at your bathroom door. All of that adrenaline, made you want to pee.
“A penny for your thoughts?”
“I need to pee” you reply dryly
“Ok, go ahead. You know it’s not locked”
“Only if you watch the door to make sure nothing chases me”
“Done” he said with an amused smile.
You almost sprinted to the bathroom, did your business and came back as fast as possible. When you removed the covers to lay next to Harry again, his eyes were closed and his breathing was going back to a steady pace.
You joined him, and immediately he pulls you closer. You hide your face in his chest as he strokes your back gently to help you relax.
“Thank you…for keeping the monsters away”
“No boogie man will scare or touch m'lady”
You giggle. He smiles.
“I love you” you say.
“I love you, too” he says.
You turn around, becoming the little spoon in his embrace.
“Good night”
“G'night” he says
He kisses the back of your head and you stroke his arms around you.
Slowly, drifting back to sleep.
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