#Sick seventeen

[fairyniceyeah]

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

[icky-sicky-kpop-sickfics]

I've been lurking around the kpop sickfic tag for a while and have finally built up the nerve to try my hand at writing one. I apologize in advance with how this may turn out as I am not the best at writing.

This one is going to be about Dino from Seventeen suffering from a bad bout of food poisoning. Not sure how long this is going to end up so we'll see. Thank you for listening to my ramblings and please be kind! Now on with the story!

A/N: obviously I don't know what any idol is like in real life so I am doing my best based on how I've seen them act around one another in front of the camera and see them as just characters in a story. In essence, not reflecting on the real idols and how they may be/act in real life.

Part 1:

They were nearing the end of the North American leg of their Be the Sun tour and had just finished up the concert in NYC. Most of the members were too exhausted to do anything afterwards, but Hoshi, Mingyu, Wonwoo and Dino decided to head to a local restaurant close to their hotel for a drink and bite to eat as they were famished.

As they walked inside their jaws dropped at the size of the TVs that were hanging everywhere and the amount of people that had packed themselves inside as late as it was. They were ushered to one of the last empty tables in the far corner of the pub-type restaurant and took their seats. They quickly ordered their beers right as they sat down, and began taking in all the options that were available on the menu.

"What are you thinking of ordering hyungs?" Dino questioned the three sitting around him, a bit overwhelmed by the amount of options and tired from the concert earlier that night.

"I'm just thinking about getting a pub burger, I need something greasy to go with my beer-" Mingyu was the first to speak up. Wonwoo quietly nodded in agreement at that, deciding to order the same thing.

"What about you, Hoshi-hyung?" Dino turned to Hoshi, curious about what the older was thinking of ordering.

"I'm between these two pasta dishes..." Hoshi comments back, pointing them out on the menu. Neither option, nor a burger sounded good to him so his hyungs were of no help narrowing down.

"What are you thinking about getting?" Mingyu asked Dino, curious about what their dongsaeng was thinking of getting after hearing their choices.

Dino was about to respond when their waitress came back to the table and asked if they were ready to order. His hyungs looked at Dino expectantly to see if he was ready and he just shyly nodded, asking to go last.

As the others were ordering, Dino quickly scanned the menu again and decided to just go with a grilled chicken sandwich, opting for something simple. Once it got back around to him, he quickly ordered and handed his menu to the waitress. As she walked away to put in their orders the others gave him a funny look.

"That's all you're gonna get Dino-ya? Why not get something a little more exciting?" Wonwoo quietly teased the younger, a bit surprised by the bland option.

"I just want something that can digest easily since I'm gonna pass out as soon as we get back and Hoshi-hyung and I have a dance practice early tomorrow before we head to our next stop." Dino mused, swigging the last of his beer.

It didn't take long for their food to come out, each ordering another drink to go with the meal as well.

The others dug into their meals, clearly content with what they had chosen. Dino took a bite of his sandwich, noticing a slightly sour taste as he swallowed. He thought he had just ordered a plain one, but didn't think much of it as he attempted to keep up with his hyungs.

Once they were finished they paid the bill and began walking back towards their hotel. Wonwoo and Mingyu walked slightly ahead, talking about who knows what.

Hoshi was in the middle of discussing their plan for practice in the morning, but if Dino was going to be honest, he was only half paying attention. It had been about 20 minutes since they had left the restaurant, and he was finding it harder and harder to walk. His stomach felt really heavy and a bit bloated, making it almost hard to breathe. He wondered why he felt as such since he had eaten so light, but just assumed it was the beer sitting a bit heavy.

Dino was just about to respond to Hoshi's plans when all of a sudden his stomach let out a wet gurgle. Hoshi glanced down at his dongsaeng, chuckling slightly as the younger blushed shyly and attempted to shy away.

"How are you still hungry after all that?" Hoshi commented, a puzzled look on his face.

"I...I'm not, at least I don't think so..." Dino stammered, trying to figure out if he actually was or not. "Maybe I should've gotten an extra side since we worked so hard today. I'll make some ramen when we get back to the room."

"Okay maknae, whatever you say." Hoshi responded, pulling Dino along faster to catch up to the others.

[fics4you]

Can I request a Jeonghan fic maybe with a little bit of angst

We know that he is like a mom to others but he never goes for others for comfort but cries for himself without others noticing so they thinks he is fine but one day he faints during a live so the members are worried or something like that

I'm back everyone!!

Sickie: Jeonghan

Caretaker: seventeen

~slight emeto tw~

I had two Jeonghan fics that were similar enough that I combined them

Jeonghan had been feverish for a few days at this point, but no one else knew, and he fully intended to keep it that way.

He was supposed to film with the rest of the group today, but right now he didn't even want to get out of bed. He was tired, dizzy, shaky, and weak. Anytime he tried to stand up he lost his balance and was forced to sit back down.

As he sat on the edge of his bed, Seungcheol walked past, "Hey Han, are you alright?" The oldest of the group nodded, "just tired" he said, fighting to keep his voice steady, he was dizzy, and his voice had a light tremble to it. Seungcheol raised his eyebrow slightly, "are you sure you're okay?"

"yeah, I'll be down to breakfast in a minute" He assured the leader, he stood up slowly, swaying slightly, but catching himself on his bedside table, he caught his breath and walked slowly, he was clammy, and shaking, his head was spinning and pounding, he swallowed a gag he rubbed his temples. He slowly moved towards his door, walking slowly, hoping to keep himself steady.

As he walked downstairs, he had to hold himself steady against the wall, "hyung, are you alright?" Jeonghan heard Chan's voice. "Yep, just got a little dizzy."

"that's not good. Are you sure you're okay?"

"yeah, just think I'm a little sleepy. Jeonghan said simply. He let go of the wall in an attempt to prove his point, and he walked downstairs as fast as he could go. Trying not to sway, but he was definitely not doing well.

He arrived at the table and sat down, trying not to show he wasn't losing his balance. "jeonghan... Are you okay" Jeonghan was getting sick of answering the same question over and over again. So with the entire group together, he looked at each of them, "yes, I'm okay, I appreciate your concern, but I'm just a little tired, nothing more" he assured them. They seemed to believe him, Jeonghan was glad, he didn't want his members worrying about him.

A while later the group arrived at the filming location, "hey everyone, I'll be right back I need to use the bathroom" Jeonghan said, the combination of the fever, headache, and the swaying of the car had made him nauseous and he was hurrying to find a bathroom before he threw up in front of everyone. He ducked into a one stall bathroom and gagged, his light breakfast spilled between his lips, he coughed and wiped around his mouth with a tissue, he felt awful. He splashed cold water on his face and went back to find his bandmates.

While under the hot filming lights he felt like he was getting cooked, he was dizzier by the second and his thoughts were fuzzy. As he stood there he saw black dots dance in his vision, he swayed on the spot.

Seungkwan was standing closest to Jeonghan when the eldest made a soft sound, between a cry and. a whimper. After the soft sound, the eldest dropped to the ground without hesitation or warning. Seungkwan and Joshua attempted to catch Jeonghan, but were only able to slow him down so he didn't hit the floor full force.

Once he was laying on the floor a staff member brought a blanket, which was instead used as a pillow, Seungcheol was quick to notice the high fever Jeonghan was sporting. After what felt like a very long time, Jeonghan's eyes fluttered open, once he noticed he was surrounded by his bandmates, he tried to quickly sit up, but ended up swaying and ended up falling backwards, much to his dismay, the maknae was the one to catch him, bringing a wave of embarrassment to the eldest. "I'm sorry guys" his voice was weak and shaking, "it's okay. You didn't do anything wrong." The others assured him, Jeonghan was dizzy and anf nauseous, "can you guys help me" he finally asked, the sick feeling overwhelming his pride.

The others helped him into a sitting position and helped bring his to standing next, they then basically carried him to the car. They drove him home, where they helped him to bed, "I'm tired" he said softly, "you can sleep" Seungcheol assured him, "just rest, you've earned it. We have everything handled here"

[jeonghanic]

겸 log moments

[wonustars]

wonwoo bf texts (pt.2 here)

♡ pairing: wonwoo x f!reader.

♡ genre/warnings: mostly fluff/crack, slight suggestive text in the first one, they’re just goofy tbh

♡ a/n: i got this app to make filo au’s but i did this instead cuz i miss my man frs 🙏 please don’t take me seriously i just felt silly it’s literally 2am rn. nothing is real at this time ☺️ (the pogi typings wonwoo agenda is real btw)

[woozi]

first date

[akeminy]

This blog is just about men, men's arms and my depression

and not just any man THOSE MEN

[ishikawayukis]

ver. 0

[sallymew4]

EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOURE DOING RIGHT FUCKING NOW

EVERYBODY SHUT UP IMMEDIATELY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[straykids-17]

SEVENTEEN 'Maestro' m/v

[fairyniceyeah]

You made my dawn - Fever/Tiger 🐯

Titel from 1 to 13 (SEVENTEEN)

Previous story: Homesick/Sweetie

Summary: “Hi, Eunji-ssi. This is Laura”, the English teacher greeted her back and without more preamble continued. “Could you come by the classroom now, please?”

CW: /

Sickie: Hoshi/Soonyoung

Eunji had just sat down to finally write her monthly report about the trainees' progress when her phone rang. She looked at the caller ID - Laura Choi - and immediately got a bad feeling. It was the English teacher. She occasionally called when she wanted to remark on some of the kids’ progress or struggles. But never during class time. A glance at her clock Eunji saw that there was nearly an hour left until the lesson was supposed to be over.

If she called now it must be something urgent.

“This is Manager Eunji”, she greeted when she picked up the phone.

“Hi, Eunji-ssi. This is Laura”, the English teacher greeted her back and without more preamble continued. “Could you come by the classroom now, please?”

“Yes, of course. What’s going on?”, Eunji replied, already abandoning her coffee and placing her phone between her ear and shoulder so she could pack her bag.

Laura sighed. “It’s Soonyoungie. He isn’t feeling well and asked if you could take him home.”

Eunji nearly dropped the phone. 

Soonyoung, with all his sunshine and energy, always insisted on pushing through. Even when he had broken his pinky during dance practice he had hidden it until he couldn’t anymore. If he asked to go home, asked to get taken home, it must be bad.

“I’m on my way. What exactly is wrong?”

“He didn’t say much, just that he was tired and unwell. But he is definitely burning up.”

“Alright. Tell him I’ll be there in five minutes.”

Eunji rushed through the halls of the building, her heart pounding. She was really worried about the state that Soonyoung would be in when she arrived. He truly must be feeling wretched to actually want to go home and not power through with the “power of friendship and dedication” as he usually called it. 

Finally, after an elevator ride that seemed like an eternity, Eunji was in the classroom area of the PLEDIS building. She didn’t bother with knocking, just stormed into the room she knew her charges to be in.

In the front of the classroom Seungcheol, Wonwoo, Mingyu, Hansol and Chan were huddled together, working on some work sheets but more often than not glancing to the back of the room in worry.

There Soonyoung sat, slumped onto his desk, head resting on his crossed arms. Jihoon was sitting beside him, face pinched. Soonyoung’s own, as well as Jihoon’s jacket were piled on top of Soonyoung, his body wrecked with tremors. Laura was kneeling by Soonyoung’s side, a hand on his back and mumbling quietly to the sick trainee.

“Soonyoungie, look. Your noona is here to take you home”, she said gently when she spotted Eunji, standing up.

Slowly Soonyoung raised his head to look at her. The poor kid looked terrible - pale and flushed at the same time, shivering, and like he was about to cry. 

“Noona”, Soonyoung whispered and as soon as Eunji was close he threw himself at her, nearly falling from wobbly knees. The jackets slipped from his shoulders and fell to the floor. Eunji gently caught him against her and held him tightly.

“Hey, tiger”, she replied, lifting her hand to feel his neck, cheek and forehead. There was no doubt about it, Soonyoung was burning up badly. Despite that, his unusual behavior worried her. Where he always had endless energy and loved hugs, this was nearly desperate. Like a sick child needing their parents. “Let’s get you home.”

Soonyoung nodded and sniffed. 

“Here, noona”, Jihoon said and held out the abandoned jackets he had picked up on the floor. He looked really worried for his best friend. Eunji couldn’t blame him, Soonyoung was worrying her too.

She wrapped Soonyoung’s jacket around his shoulders again and helped him slip his arms into the sleeves. Soonyoung was too uncoordinated to do it himself. 

“Feel better soon, Soonyoungie”, Jihoon said and darted forward, wrapping Soonyoung in a short hug. He blushed a bit but seemed pleased that Soonyoung seemed to like it. 

Eunji ruffled Jihoon’s hair, causing him to scrunch up his face in discontent. “Don’t worry about him too much, Jihoonie.”

The manager wrapped her arm around Soonyoung and led him out the door, a chorus of “get better soon” following.

They were silent as they walked through the company halls. Eunji could feel how badly Soonyoung was shivering, even in his winter jacket in the warm hallway. 

“I’m sorry, noona. I didn’t want to pull you away from your duties”, Soonyoung mumbled at one point, “I just … I really … I really want to go home. I feel so awful.”

“You don’t have to be sorry, Soonie”, Eunji replied, squeezing his hand, “I am happy to help you. I want to make sure you are okay. You are allowed to be sick, you know? You all do so much and you are all so young, I get it.”

“I’m sixteen, noona”, Soonyoung protested half-heartedly.

“A baby”, Eunji teased but turned serious again, “it’s okay to rest when you aren’t well. I know you are all aiming to be machines but that’s not realistic. In fact, I am proud of you.”

“Proud?”, Soonyoung echoed, his voice full of confusion and wonder.

“You realized you weren’t feeling well and told somebody who could help you. You are taking care of yourself. That is a very important skill to have.”

Soonyoung didn’t reply, lost in thoughts. 

By the time they arrived at the dorm, Soonyoung had clearly deteriorated. He had napped in the car and now he was sluggish and drowsy, barely able to keep his eyes open as he leaned on Eunji to guide him to his room.

“Let’s change into something more comfortable, okay?”, Eunji suggested and sat him down on the edge of his bed. “Let’s put on your pajamas and then I’ll get the fever thermometer and after that some pills to get you feeling better.”

To her surprise Soonyoung’s eyes filled with tears. “Noona, I just want to sleep”, he whispered, “I don’t want to stay awake. I am so tired.”

“I know, I know”, Eunji soothed. “It’s just for a little bit longer, okay? Then you can sleep as long as you want.” 

Soonyoung sniffed and nodded reluctantly but made no move to change himself. Eunji pressed his pajamas into his hands but he didn’t move. He looked up at her. “I’m so cold. I don’t want to take my clothes off.”

“How about I help you, okay? We’ll be quick and then you can snuggle under your blankets as soon as we’re done”, Eunji suggested, crouching down in front of him.

Soonyoung slowly nodded and lifted his arms above his head. It was cute in a way, how he trusted her. Carefully, but quickly and efficiently, Eunji pulled his hoodie over his head, noting how he shivered as soon as bare skin hit the air. It truly wasn’t cold but Soonyoung’s body was truly out of whack. 

With a few struggles they got Soonyoung dressed in what Eunji soon recognized seemed to be an old shirt of Seungcheol and pants she thought belonged to Wonwoo. She wasn’t going to comment on it. But it was so Soonyoung. She just wondered if the other trainees knew or if they were searching for their clothes. At one point Seungcheol would have to realise that he had lost half his wardrobe to his dongsaengs.

“There we go”, she said, “snuggle up, tiger.”

She lifted the blanket and helped Soonyoung get settled, tucking the blanket tightly around him. Then she grabbed the plush tiger, TamTam, that Soonyoung had gotten from his halmeoni years ago, a well-loved thing with cute eyes and a few splayed edges and placed it into Soonyoung’s arms. Immediately he hugged it to his chest. 

“I’ll get the thermometer, some water and medication. Do you need anything else?”

Soonyoung shook his head.

Eunji did her best to return quickly, carrying her supplies and setting them on the bedside table. She sat down on the bed beside Soonyoung, brushing back his sweat-soaked hair from his hot forehead.

“I need to take your temperature, okay?”, she said, “mouth or armpit?”

Soonyoung’s lip trembled a bit. “I hate doing it by mouth.”

“So, armpit?”, Eunji asked for confirmation.

“I don’t want to. It’s gonna be cold”, Soonyoung mumbled, his body shivering as if on cue. 

“We’ll be quick, okay? You will soon be able to sleep and then you’ll feel warm.”

After a few seconds, Soonyoung nodded and wormed his way up from under the blanket, exposing only his right side, closest to Eunji and struggled to take the shirt off his arm. He didn’t get very far before Eunji had to rescue him. As she positioned the thermometer under his arm, she could feel how badly he was trembling. 

“I’m so tired, noona”, Soonyoung rasped as they waited. She hummed, stroking his cheek. 

It felt like an eternity until the thermometer beeped. “39.1°C”, Eunji read, her worry deepening. “No wonder you feel so awful.”

She helped him put his shirt back on correctly but stopped him as he tried to slip under his blanket again. “Take the fever reducers, tiger. Then you can sleep.”

Soonyoung shivered again, then his lip wobbled and tears spilled from his eyes.

“I just want to sleep, noona. Please let me sleep.”

Eunji felt terrible as he begged, his face flushed and wet with tears. She reached over and gently wiped the tears away with her sleeve. “It’s just a bit longer. Just the pills, tiger”, she whispered, feeling like she might cry herself. “Then you can sleep.”

“Noona”, he whimpered defeated.

“Come on, Soonyoungie”, Eunji said and lifted him into a sitting position, causing a sob to break out. Quickly she opened the water bottle and shook out two pills. “Just take them quickly. You’re gonna be okay.”

She steadied Sooynoung’s hand as he shakily grabbed the water bottle and took a sip, then guided his other hand with the pills to his mouth. He took one, swallowing heavily against the tears and then took the other. His hand sunk and Eunji quickly rescued the water bottle, placing it on the bedside table.

“You did so well, tiger”, she said, pressing a kiss to his forehead, “I am so proud of you.”

“Can I sleep now?”, Soonyoung asked, clearly too exhausted to care much about the praise.

“Yes, sleep”, Eunji said and eased him back onto his pillow. “I’ve got you. You’ll feel better when you wake up.”

“Stay?” Soonyoung was already half-asleep when he asked and before she could answer he had dropped off.

“Always, my little tiger”, she mumbled to herself and prepared herself for a long bedside vigil.

Next story: Jealousy

[vcrnons]

12 DAYS OF BLACK EYE ↪ DAY 4 | i'm on my worst behaviour, don't stop me now.

[fics4you]

Hi!!! It's so nice to have another kpop sickfic blog on here! And your fics are really good!! Could you write a Seventeen Dino snzfic with Mingyu as a caretaker?? Thank youuu!

Sickie: Dino

caretakers: Mingyu

You Don't Always Have to Be Strong

It had been a long day to say the least. Chan had been up since 5 am, he went to the gym, then a meeting, then the practice room, skipping lunch he went to another meeting and then back to the practice room.

None of the other members know how busy the maknae had been, it was the groups day off after all. They all had assumed that the maknae had gone out with friends, that was until Mingyu was walking through the building, he had forgotten his sunglasses in the practice room the day prior. When he heard a commotion from the practice room, he was confused, not knowing who could possibly be in there. He knocked but there was no answer so he pushed the door open and saw the maknae stretching on the floor of the practice room, before Mingyu could say anything the maknae ducked towards his shoulder, "ehktchu hh- kktchu hehktchu"

"bless you" the maknae jumped at the sound of the voice. "Hey" the maknae spoke softly, Mingyu picked up on his congested tone and slight rasp. "What are you doing?"

"working" Chan said simply, Mingyu shook his head, you're sick"

"no" the maknae said stubbornly. Mingyu raised his eyebrow in skepticism, "I'm fine" Mingyu went over to Chan and tried to place a hand on the maknae's forehead. Chan tried to move out of the way, but Mingyu's hand firmly on his shoulder prevented it. Mingyu placed the palm of his hand on Chan's forehead, "fever" he said simply, Chan started to protest but ended up getting shut up by his own body when his nose began itching, he quickly turned away from Mingyu, "hh-KtCHu-ehh-KTChhU! Kktchu"

"bless you" Mingyu held his hand out and helped Chan get to his feet, let's get you home. "I'm fine"

"no, you're really not, but that's ok" Mingyu was supporting most of the maknae's weight as they walked out of the building, "you're allowed to be sick, you don't have to be Mr future of kpop all the time. You're allowed to be-"

"hktchu ehh- hhh- ktchu hhktchhu- snf- sorry"

"bless you, no need to apologize, you're allowed to be sick, it's normal." The maknae frowned, he felt upset that his body would betray him like this, he sniffled, Mingyu was grateful that his allergies made him carry tissues everywhere as he handed one to the sniffling maknae. Whether he was sniffling from the sneezes or fighting back tears Mingyu wasn't sure, but he wrapped his arm around the maknae and swept him into a 'bridal carry' and carried the feverish maknae out to his car, the boy seemed embarrassed, but almost grateful, Mingyu placed the maknae in the front seat and handed him a few more tissues, "thank you" he said softly, Mingyu placed a gentle hand on the maknae's forehead, "rest" he said softly, he closed the door and went around to the driver's side, the maknae was already beginning to doze off.

By the time the two got home he was already asleep. Mingyu carried the maknae to his room, getting the maknae situated caused Chan to wake up, "hyung?"

"hey sorry kid, just getting you to bed. But since you're up I'll get you medicine." Chan nodded, he sniffled and took a tissue out of his pocket and blew his nose, which caused him to sneeze a fit of four. "bless you"

"thank you. Sorry"

"once again, no need to apologize" Mingyu said as he left the room, coming back a moment later with a water bottle and two cold and flu pills. The maknae swallowed the medicine down, pulling a grimace on his face at the bitter taste. After he laid down, "can you stay hyung?" The maknae asked softly, clearly embarrassed. Mingyu smiled to himself and he clicked off the light, "of course"

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AND WHAT ABOUT MY DADDY KINK JIHOON???

[a-woman-of-questionable-morals]

drawing tablet broke

[frxxxncx]

|03:25| k. mg.

Everything with Mingyu always felt honeyed, even the fights, the bad and the good moments. You first kissed Mingyu on your third date, you remember his sad puppy-like gaze when you told him on the first date that you wouldn’t kiss him. It made you laugh, but I was a rule you stablished after many disappointments, and you were so happy because it was definitely worth it.

When he kissed you that first time it felt like everything around you disappeared, like it was only the two of you, lips touching and tongues caressing, it didn’t feel lustful, it felt special, intimate, loving and sweet, because everything with him always felt honeyed.

And everything with Mingyu was intense, citrusy and refreshing, like a glass of lemonade or cinnamon flavored gum, there was nothing better than comparing what Mingyu made you feel with sweets.

But also, to match Mingyu loved to have a lollipop buried inside his mouth and you love to kiss him just after he finished them, saliva thick and sweet because of the candy, always a delight for you, eating the sweet from his lips, pinky and glossy was way better, addicting.

If you could eat the sweet delights like that every time, you’d feel more than blessed. Big hands stroking your body softly, hot tongue caressing the inside of your mouth, musky scent emanating from every pore of his body, sugary kisses and arising moans.

There was nothing better, feeling all of him against you, the hotness of his body, his scent, his heart pounding loudly on his chest. You were in love, and maybe that’s why all of it felt so sugary sweet, but you could tell by a fact that Mingyu was crazy about you too, it was something on his eyes, on the way he touches you and speaks to you with such a mellowed tone.

“You taste like strawberry candies” you said enjoying the after taste of your kiss, liking your own lips. You made him laugh, that velvety and delicious laugh that made your belly flutter and you toes curl.

Mingyu made you feel so sensitive that you could feel the sheets under your skin, and all the wrinkles of the fabric on you lower back, on your hands, on your shoulders, everywhere.

Hot, sticky tongue dancing over your skin, tingling, burning.

“There’s not better candy than you” he would say while going down on you, making you blush, not letting you breath, displaying his expertise, moans filling the room, because everything that Mingyu did to you felt glacéd.

His fingers worked you open while your own syrupy arousal would spill all over his chin and hands, and just like a burning fire on your belly the juices now where not only on his hand but dripping down his fore arm, with his fingers he worked you through your high, still caressing your sopping lips with his tongue enjoying the candied mess.

“Thanks for the sweets”.