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sick of you | bang chan (fluff)
Pairing: sick!Chan x reader
Word count:Â 2.1k words
Rating: SFW / PG-13
Genre:Â Fluff
Warnings:Â 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.Â
Authorâs note: Imagine itâs a scene from a sitcom or romcom. I made this longer than intended, my apologies. But I hope it entertains you <3 Iâm 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 cityâs 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.
đ„: Y/N, Chris is on his way home, whatever he says donât let him talk you into thinking heâs okay, âcause heâs not.
Y/N: oh no, what happened?
đ„: 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, Iâll check up on him, Lix. Thanks for the heads up â€ïž
đ„: No problem, good luck!
You put your phone down as you heard the apartmentâs 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.
âHey babyâ you smiled back at him, typing a little on your computer saving your document, as he put his bag down and entered the kitchen
âHi babe, Iâll be back in a sec, want some water firstâ he called back
You stood from your working station stretching out some more before making your way to the kitchen.
âHiâ 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.
âWhat, no kiss? Man, chivalry is dead after allâ
Chris side eyed you as he took his last gulps of water. He chuckled at your comment when he was done with his water.
âSorry, babe. Was pretty thirsty, itâs really hot outâ he said while discarding the empty plastic bottle in the recycling bin
âIs it? thought the weather was kinda nice todayâ
He chuckled a little âyeah well youâve always been more sensitive to cold, canât tell how hot itâs out thereâ
âFair point. So whatâs with the hoodie?â
He stopped on his tracks at your question. âPardon?â
âHoodieâs are for chilly days, yeah? You said it yourself, Iâm sensitive to cold, and Iâm not even wearing one. So, hoodie?â
âOh well uh I wore it during practice and didnât feel like taking it off, thatâs allâ
You let out a soft âa-haâ, your tongue pushing your inner cheek, arms crossed as you looked at him warily.
âWhatever, you must be hungry, want something to eat?â
âOh, no thanks, Iâm good. Iâll wait til dinner timeâ
You stared back at him not saying a word for a few seconds blinking a few times
âThatâs it, Iâm not having itâ
You marched into the living room to retrieve your phone, pretending to call someone. Chan followed immediately
âhey hey where are you going? Babe, what are you doing?â He asked as he saw you tapping away at your phone screen.
âContacting JYP to file a complaint. They broke my boyfriendâ
âWhat? Donât be ridiculousâ
âI mean itâs either that or they somehow managed to clone their idols and sent me the wrong oneâ
âthis is crazyâ
âoh 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 didnât even come close to say hello to me properly. Does that sound like the Christopher we know?â
âYes???â he said increasing the pitch of his voiceÂ
You narrowed your eyes at his poor attempt of justifying this nonesense.
âBullshit. Iâm calling the boysâ
âOkay okay okay youâre right. Iâm sorry. Iâm not feeling well, alright?â
âI knew it!â
âBut I mean, itâs not that badâ
âIf itâs not that bad, why didnât you kiss me then?â
âOh come on, what if was a lil sick, I didnât want you to get sick eitherâ
âsure...â
âI swear Iâm good! Honestly I wouldâve stayed practicing for longer but the guys wouldnât let me. So they asked me to come homeâ
You chuckled at the last part
âWhatâs so funny?â
âThey kicked you out, Christopher. Ha-haâ
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 :] )
âOkay, enough with the sitcom jokes. Come here, you said you were feverish?â
âI think so, I didnât feel this warm back in the practice roomâ
You came closer to him and placed your palm on his forehead, eyebrows knitting together as you felt how warm he actually was.
âYeah, you mustâve gotten warmer on your way here. Did you get one of the company cars to drive you?â
âNo, I walked hereâ
âYou walked all the way here from the JYP building?!â
âItâs a 20 minute walk, itâs not that far, Y/Nâ
âfor a person thatâs burning hot, it isâ
âAww stop babe, youâre making me blushâ he lightly pushes your shoulder
âFunny. And that blush is from your fever, you dummy. You should be more careful next time, Chan.â
âI thought the walk would make me feel better, okay? you know, with the weather being nice and all.â
âWell, we need to break that fever ASAP, come onâ
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.
âPut this under your armpit while I bring some more things, yeah?â
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.
âBabeeeeâ
âYeah?â
âThe um the the, the thingy says 38.8ÂșCâ struggling to get the deviceâs name right
âOkay Iâll be there in a secâ you replied, and you werenât 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.
âSit back for me, honeyâ you asked him while removing the covers
âSay please?â 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
âIâm joking, babeâ 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 âBabyyy I canât get it on you if you keep squirming! I promise the cold will vanish after a while. Pleaseeeeâ
He held his breath right before you put it on him, still yelping and closing his eyes but not moving this time.
âThank you, now try to rest for a little, Iâll make you something to eat. Chicken soup sound good?â
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 âsounds greatâ
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 wouldnât make your boyfriendâs 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.
âChan? Babe?â
He abruptly woke up from his slumber, supporting himself on his elbows with the compress hanging over one of his eyes.
âWhat? Yeah? Iâm up, whatâs- Iâm upâ
You chuckled at how confused he looked.
âYou fell asleep for a little bit, itâs okayâ You told him, now both of your hands on his body, trying to get him to relax.
âI got you some soup, but Iâm gonna need you to sit up, okay? please?â
He mumbled in agreement and quickly rested his back against the headboard once more.
âI was resting my eyes for a minuteâ he said removing the now warm compress from his face
âSeems like the meds kicked in pretty hard, huh? Careful, itâs hotâ 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.
âThey better, got lots to do before the next comebackâ
You hummed in disapproval âwell, if you rest properly Iâm sure youâll be readyâ
âBy properly you mean only tonight, yeah?â
âYouâre on thin ice, Bangâ
âOh come on, I told you itâs not that bad. Iâm sure itâs just like a mild cold or somethingâ he said taking a spoonful of soup, then yelping at how hot it was.
âTold you it was hotâ
âThought you meant I waz hotâ tongue hanging out of his mouth from the burn
You laughed throwing your head back âOh lord, take it as karma for not wanting to rest for a couple more daysâ
He took a sip of his water then grabbed the spoon once more to take another spoonful of his chicken soup.
âBlow itâ you reminded him, and regretted saying it as soon as the words left your mouth, closing your eyes.
âBabe, Iâd love to but Iâm sick you know?â
âI MEANT BLOW ON YOUR SOUP YOU LITTLE SHITâ
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 chanâs 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 Chanâs 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 boyfriendâs, who was taken aback by your action and tried to move away, afraid of getting you sick with whatever he had.
âRelax, Iâm just checking how warm you areâ
âOh here I was thinking you just wanted to take advantage of an ill personâ voice a little hoarser than before
âMe? Nah. I mean, I guess I could but youâre too tired to do anythingâ
He chuckled âIâm not too tired. I just donât wanna get you sick, babeâ
âOh, but I am sickâ
He looked at you puzzled, eyebrows knitting together and guilt spreading quickly across his face
âWhat?â
âyeah, sick of your shitâ you burst into silent laughter at your silly dad joke, grabbing your own belly with one arm and hitting chanâs arm with the other
âshouldâve seen it comingâ slowly joining you with his own giggles
Once the laughter died down, you reached for the cold compress in the bowl.
âOkay, Iâm putting a new washcloth on, babeâ
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 couldnât 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.
âHey. Thank you for today, I appreciate it.â he squeezed your arm as he said it
âItâs alright, babe. I like taking care of youâ
âYouâre lyingâ
âI amâ
You both chuckled at the last joke of the night. You said your I love youâs before closing your eyes and drifting into dreamland.
Chan was an awful, stubborn, terrible patient even, but he was yours and youâd 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 itâs 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.
âHey, hey, whatâs wrong, love?â
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:
âUm, I had these weird animals or things attacking me and I couldnât move, or breathe. I just-â you take a deep breath while trying to steady your breathing, then you take your hand to your chest, feeling your heart pounding rapidly.
âItâs okay, baby. Iâm hereâ he reassures you as he strokes one of your arms and one of your thighs. Heâs sitting up at this point, as well.
âIt just felt soâŠreal, and vivid.â
âI canât imagine, honey. Here.â 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.
âThanks. I donât even understand what it was about. Like- and it was stupid too. Every time I get a bad dream, suddenly Iâm slower than a SNAIL.â At this point youâre moving your hands a little more, making nervousness leave your body.
âThe worst type of dreamâŠâ
âYeahâ
âBut itâs over now. Your next dream will probably be different. And if itâs not, Iâm here, yeah?â
You sure loved this man
âYeah. Thank you, loveâ 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.
âA penny for your thoughts?â
âI need to peeâ you reply dryly
âOk, go ahead. You know itâs not lockedâ
âOnly if you watch the door to make sure nothing chases meâ
âDoneâ 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.
âThank youâŠfor keeping the monsters awayâ
âNo boogie man will scare or touch m'ladyâ
You giggle. He smiles.
âI love youâ you say.
âI love you, tooâ he says.
You turn around, becoming the little spoon in his embrace.
âGood nightâ
âG'nightâ 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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