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fairyniceyeah · 2 days ago

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You made my dawn - Lost in the big city 🦌🐸

Titel from 1 to 13 (SEVENTEEN)

Previous story: Choreography

Summary: Looking at the clock she saw that it had been nearly two hours now and the snow was just falling more and more, the streets frozen and layered in white. And Jisoo and Minghao were out there, lost.

CW: /

Main characters: Jisoo/Joshua + Minghao

How could Eunji have been so stupid? How could she have let Jisoo and Minghao leave the dorm, just the two of them? She should have known better.

Jisoo had assured her he knew the way to the supermarket - which was just a ten minute walk from the dorm - by the back of his hand. Minghao, who was new to Seoul and the group, had been asking for snacks and Jisoo had wanted to show him the area anyways. The older trainee clearly remembered how awful and confusing the big city had been for him when he had first arrived in Korea.

Though neither of them were strangers to big cities, Seoul was still overwhelming.

Especially for two kids who could barely read Hangul. Jisoo knew a lot of words but still struggled with spelling. Minghao was still in the process of even learning what sounds each letter made.

Especially for two kids who were both shy and would be too scared to ask for help. Minghao was a naturally shy person, so even if he knew Korean he would be too shy, and Jisoo was still too unconfident to speak to anybody outside the company.

Especially for two kids who had no phones, no measures, to contact her and ask for help. The company didn’t want them to be distracted from their schedules with phones. Eunji had made sure that all trainees had cards with her name and phone number in their bags but how would the two of them even ask somebody to call her? It was such a deeply flawed system but before today she hadn't thought about it.

Especially in the deep, dark winter. Both kids had winter coats, of course, Jisoo’s mom had bought him one before he had left and the manager’s had thrown their money together to buy one for Minghao. Still, it was freezing outside.

Eunji rubbed her face, sighing deeply. The two should have returned over an hour ago. At first she had given them the benefit of doubt. Maybe they had taken longer than expected or forgot something and went back. But now it was obvious something was wrong.

She didn’t want the other trainees to worry and she needed to do something. Anything. So she texted the other managers to let them know what was going on and wrapped herself in her own winter jacket, throwing on a scarf. Then she trudged outside, the snow crunching under her feet.

The evening air was chilly, biting, and Eunji couldn’t help her worry. She walked to the supermarket as fast as she could in these conditions, nearly slipping once or twice.

When she reached the supermarket he didn’t find the boys inside but the cashier told her that two teenagers fitting her description had been there some time ago. That didn’t help Eunji’s worry at all, the opposite really. Where were they?

Stepping outside the supermarket into the freezing air she shivered. She didn’t even know how to find her lost sheep, having no idea where they might have gone. She hurried through the streets, glancing at every entrance door or any possibility where Jisoo and Minghao could be hiding from the now falling snow. But it was fruitless. None of the passer-byes she asked had seen them though some expressed their sympathy seeing how frantic Eunji was.

She sank down on a cold bench when she reached the end of another street, placing her head in her cold hands. She had no idea where to look - she should have stumbled upon them on their way back if they were going towards the dorm.

Eunji took out her phone from her pocket, about to talk with the other managers. If the kids didn’t show up soon, she would have to call the police and that was not something she wanted to do. How could she admit that she had so thoroughly failed her kids? Though of course her pride was never above her trainees' wellbeing.

Looking at the clock she saw that it had been nearly two hours now and the snow was just falling more and more, the streets frozen and layered in white. And Jisoo and Minghao were out there, lost.

“Minho-oppa”, she mumbled into her phone, the other manager having picked up as soon as the call had gone through. “I can’t find them. What am I gonna do? It’s so cold outside and they must be so scared. I am scared.”

“Eunji, take a deep breath”, Minho advised, though his voice was shaking too, “it’s no help if you lose your cool. They need you right now. Hyunseok, Jiwon and I will go out too. Jisu is with the other trainees, okay? We’ll find them.”

“Thank you, oppa”, Eunji said, following his advice. Her breath was freezing in the air. Just as she was about to hang up, her phone started to vibrate, a second call coming in.

An unknown number.

Eunji didn’t even say goodbye to Minho, already hanging up on him so she could take the call. Maybe somebody had found them.

“Hello?”, she asked, feeling herself start to shake in anticipation. She didn’t know what she would do if this wasn’t somebody who had found her kids.

“Is this Park Eunji?”, a kind voice on the other side asked, sounding like an elderly woman, “legal guardian of, uh, Jisoo and Minghao?”

“Yes”, Eunji said quickly, “did you find them? I have been looking for them everywhere.”

“Yes, the boys are with me. My name is Kim Jihye, I found them huddled outside my café, freezing cold some time ago. I’m sorry it took so long to inform you, I had to call in my daughter to translate into English. Jisoo didn’t know how to ask me to call you in Korean.”

“Oh, thank you so much for going all the way. Are they okay? Where should I come?”, Eunji asked, ready to sprint into whichever direction she needed to get to them.

“It was no problem at all”, Jihye said, “they are adorable kids and so polite! They were a bit spooked and were cold but I made them some hot chocolate and they are now cuddled up under a blanket together. They are waiting for you though, I think they miss you.”

Jihye gave Eunji the address to her café and soon the manager was rushing through the streets, only slowing down when she was about to slip. On her way she called Minho to inform him that the kids were found and he promised to come by with a car to take them home.

The café was on the other side of the park, leaving Eunji confused how Jisoo and Minghao had ended up there. No matter what, she was just glad to see them. Even from the outside of the café she could already see them through the glass front, curled up on a bench, Minghao in Jisoo’s arms.

She pushed the door open and instantly was surrounded by warmth. The café was cozy and inviting, but before she could even think about looking around she suddenly had her arms full of two trainees clutching her.

“Oh, hon, sweetie”, she mumbled, holding them tightly. No matter that both of them were taller than her, they fit perfectly into her arms.

“Noona”, Minghao whimpered, burying his face in her neck, his breathing shaky. “I was scared.”

“You don’t have to be scared anymore, sweetie”, Eunji mumbled and pressed a kiss to the side of his head. She held him tightly, feeling the kid shake with what was more fear than cold now. God, she didn’t know what she would have done if she hadn’t been able to find them. Minghao was still so much of a kid right now, terrified again now that he was reminded that she hadn’t been there.

She turned her attention to Jisoo who had let go of her, now that he had made sure she was actually there. His eyes were shiny and before she could say anything the tears spilled over and he frantically apologized, his words a mix of Korean and English: “I’m sorry, noona. I’m so sorry. I … I didn’t … I thought I … I am so sorry.”

“Jisoo, hon”, Eunji said, smiling gently at him, “it’s okay. I’m here, you’re okay. Don’t worry.”

“I thought I knew the way but it looked so different in the …”, he gestured outside. His Korean lessons had not yet focused on weather.

“Snow. It’s snowing outside”, Eunji said gently, slipping in a Korean lesson without even thinking about it, “I know. It’s okay. Come here.”

Jisoo clearly needed more comfort than the short hug he already had had. But he stayed rooted to the ground, his voice was shaking and tears were spilling over more violently over his cheeks, his body wracked with sobs. “I was so scared. I didn’t know what to do. It’s all my fault, I … Minghao-yah, he was in danger because of me.”

His words were probably more blunt than he had wanted to say but it was the only way he knew how to express what he thought.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, hon”, Eunji said, “really, you did your best. Come here, I know you want a hug.”

Jisoo stumbled forward and wrapped himself around her, seeking her comfort as much as Minghao did. Both of them obviously were pretty shaken up.

“You must be Eunji”, the same voice from the phone call said and Eunji looked up from her boys at an ajumma, leaning against the counter of the café. This must be their savior, Kim Jihye.

“I am”, she agreed, “thank you so much for calling. I was so worried about them. I never should have allowed them to go out in this weather.”

“They are teenagers”, Jihye said with a shrug, “you can’t keep them inside just because there is a bit of danger of snow. Don’t blame yourself.”

“Besides, they think the world of you”, a new voice entered the conversation, a woman who looked like a younger version of Jihye. “I’m Jiae. Jisoo told me a lot about you while we waited. The first thing he told me when I arrived to translate was that their noona would come as soon as she knew where they were. And you did. They knew you’d come for them.”

Jisoo blushed. Eunji couldn’t help but ruffle his hair.

“Well, you have been outside in the cold, too, looking for them”, Jihye said, mustering Eunji, “can I offer you a hot drink? Coffee? Tea? Hot chocolate?”

When Jihye mentioned her time outside, Eunji couldn’t help but shiver. She was still a bit cold. “A tea would be lovely”, she admitted, “Minho, a fellow manager is coming to get up with the car but I think it will take a while in this weather.”

Jiae took her jacket and her scarf and soon Eunji was sitting on a bench in the café, Minghao and Jisoo both cuddled up to her sides. Minghao was already half asleep, their adventure taking its toll. Jisoo was yawning regularly and snuggled closer, taking advantage of the fact that he was on her right side and so could lean against her without hindering her ability to drink her tea.

“Thank you for coming for us, noona”, Jisoo finally mumbled into her ear, “I really was so scared. I knew you’d always come but outside in the snow with Minghao who was even more scared than I was … I’m really happy you’re our noona.”

Eunji couldn’t help the rush of emotions in her chest. “I’m happy you’re my boys too.”

Jisoo sighed and closed his eyes. Minghao’s only contribution to the conversation was a soft snore.

Next story: Food coma

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fairyniceyeah · 12 days ago

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You made my dawn - Headache/Hon 🦌

Titel from 1 to 13 (SEVENTEEN)

Previous story: Clumsy/Dear

Summary: “Noona, I don’t feel well” was a sentence Eunji had long since started to dread. Whether it was a headache, an upset tummy or homesickness, she didn’t like those words. It always meant one of her kids wasn’t okay and that was not okay at all.

CW: nausea, gagging

Whumpee: Joshua/Jisoo

“Noona, I don’t feel well” was a sentence Eunji had long since started to dread. Whether it was a headache, an upset tummy or homesickness, she didn’t like those words. It always meant one of her kids wasn’t okay and that was not okay at all.

This time it was Jisoo. The American trainee looked a bit lost, leaning against the doorway to the manager’s lounge. She could instantly tell he truly wasn’t feeling well at all. He was pale, needing the support of the doorway and one of his hands was resting on his stomach, the other shielding his ear.

“What’s wrong, Jisoo-yah?”, she asked, abandoning her cup of coffee and rushing towards him. She gently brushed his hair out of his face, feeling for a fever. He wasn’t warm but instead his skin felt clammy.

He clutched her arm, as if he needed her to keep his balance. She wrapped an arm around his waist and led him further into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. It wasn’t loud but still he flinched.

Once she had him sitting on the couch, she turned to look at him, incredibly worried.

“My head hurts, noona”, Jisoo whispered, speaking so softly as if his own voice hurt him. “I don’t feel good. Everything is so loud. I feel … uh … my tummy feels weird.”

It was clear that he was struggling with his Korean at the moment and Eunji wasn’t quite able to tell if his voice was slurred from the foreign language or because something was really wrong.

“Do you feel nauseous?”, she asked, mimicking a throwing up-gesture so he understood what she was saying. He nodded, wincing at the motion. He went even more pale.

“I’m going to get you a painkiller, okay? Do you want to lie down?”, she continued quietly. Jisoo nodded and curled up on the couch.

Eunji rushed to the medicine shelf they kept in the lounge, accessible to the managers in case the trainees needed something. She scanned the shelf to find some headache medication. Her eyes fell onto a medication for migraines. It was prescription medication for Jihoon who had been struggling with migraines since he was a child. Glancing back at him, she realized that maybe this wasn’t a regular headache Jisoo was having.

The paleness? The slurring? The nausea? The sensitivity to sound? It made sense. But she was no doctor. For now all she could do was help him feel better. She grabbed an over the counter painkiller, a bucket (just in case) and a bottle of water, crouching down by Jisoo’s head. She just hoped he wasn’t too nauseous to take a pill.

“Can you take this, hon? It will help you feel better.”

Jisoo opened his eyes and looked at her with wide eyes, studying the package of pills in her hand. He looked nearly frightened.

“Noona, I … I don’t know how”, he whispered.

It hit Eunji like a freight train. Jisoo was still a teenager and a healthy one at that. The possibility that he never had to take a pill, especially one as big as the painkiller one, hadn’t even crossed her mind. It made sense.

“It’s easy”, she promised, “let’s sit up.”

She guided him into a sitting position and handed him the bottle.

“Put the pill on your tongue and then take a sip of water, then swallow immediately. It won’t hurt.”

“I’ll try, noona”, he said and took the offered pill. He had a look of concentration on his face, twisted by the pain he clearly was in. He put it into his mouth, took a sip of water and tried to swallow.

It didn’t really work. He instantly coughed, clearly not quite doing it right. He managed to swallow the water but he coughed the slightly dissolved, white pill into his hand, gagging at the taste.

“Oh, Soo, it’s okay”, Eunji soothed, instantly grabbing a tissue and wiping his hand off.

“I really don’t feel good, noona”, Jisoo whimpered, his voice tiny, “it hurts so bad. I just want it to stop.”

The last word was muttered in English but it was clear what he meant. She understood his frustration and the need for the pain to stop.

“I know, hon. I know. You can try again if you want to. Or would you rather just sleep?”

“I don’t think I can sleep. It hurts. Even my teeth and my eye. And my ears. But I don’t know if I want to try the pill again.”

“How about this? You lie down for now. I’ll close the curtains and make sure it’s quiet around here. You try to sleep and I’ll run to the cafeteria to get you a yogurt to make it easier to swallow the pill. If you aren’t asleep when I’m back we can try it again this way?”

“I don’t wanna be alone, noona”, Jisoo whispered, a tear trailing down his face.

Eunji’s heart broke for him. He was trying so hard to keep it together but he was in a strange country with a language and customs he didn’t truly understand, doubting his place here and not feeling well at all.

“Okay, I’ll text one of the other managers, okay? I won’t go anywhere.”

Jisoo tearfully nodded. Eunji texted the manager group chat and then closed the curtains to reduce the light streaming in. She even found some ear plugs for his sensitive hearing. Then she sat down on the floor by his head, stroking back his hair as he curled into a small ball of sick teenager.

By the time Minho, a fellow manager, arrived with the requested item, Jisoo hadn’t managed to fall asleep. At least this time, with the consistency and taste of the yogurt hiding the pill, he was able to swallow it. Soon after he finally fell into a restless sleep and when he woke up hours later he felt at least a little better.

Eunji took him to the doctor, holding his hand all the way through and put the doctor's words into easier ones she knew he knew or translated for him whenever he looked confused. He was supposed to keep track if he had more headaches like that.

Six months later, she held his trembling form as he called his mom in far away America, telling her that he had been diagnosed with chronic migraines. She rubbed his back and soothed him when his mom was helpless on the other side of the world.

When Jisoo’s mom later called her, Eunji promised her that she would take good care of her kid.

Their kid.

Next story: Bandaging wounds/Kiddo

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