#jaehun angst

[trashcigs]

what breaks them after a break up ・ 보이넥스트도어 ex!gender neutral reader + word count 0.6k genre angst no comfort cw not proof-read — more 🕸

JAEHYUN 명재현

he knew he should have just stayed home, it was a mistake to let himself be persuaded by sungho. and he only has himself to blame as he downs another drink, watching as you giggle another quiet whisper into another man's ear

we all know jaehyun wears his heart on his sleeve, his emotions raw, so evident. all this time, the pain, a dull ache he's been trying to push down comes back up.

he's angry? and sad, tired, and jealous. he feels his heart shatter, gripping desperately to pick up and glue the pieces back together. and he finds himself crying in his arms, his other hand gripped against the empty glass of alcohol.

he wants to hate you. he really does, he wants to hate you for moving on so quickly. hate you for the way you walked out so easily, the way you smile while he's still suffering and himself for losing you, himself for letting you go.

and he peeks at you for a bit. would you still laugh with him the way you laugh at them? would you still smile at him the way you smile at them?

but what really breaks him, what tears him apart, is that he sees you're looking at them the same way you used to look at him.

SUNGHO 박성호

it happens on a sunny morning where sungho starts his day as normal; makes his bed, washes his face, brushes his teeth, takes a shower and goes into the kitchen to make his breakfast 

except there are two plates, two meals, two glasses of water but only one person at the table. it was a habit, an old one. sungho laughs at himself — a horrible, empty sound — and tears sting his eyes as he looks down at the food. 

he thinks he looks stupid. dumb even, the table is set for two but he’s the only one eating. and it hits him, again and again, that you’re no longer with him.

the break up itself is a blur – all he remembers is the feeling, really. the defensiveness that swelled up and burst from inside his chest, the way he said some things he’d meant and other things he didn’t. 

and sungho swallows hard. a sad smile drawing itself on his lips before he eats a bite. the house, it feels — he feels so empty without you. 

there’s a shaky sigh that leaves his lips, as he downs his drink. it breaks him that he won’t have it anymore, he won’t have you anymore. 

RIWOO 이상혁  

it's when he listens to the playlist you made together; all the songs he liked best now reminded him of you, each lyric and sound had a little bit of you that made him break. 

he knows it’s not healthy, he knows it’s not right and that he should just let go. but sanghyeok has the tiniest sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe you’ll come back to him. 

and hits back his head rested against the top of the chair. he chokes up a silent cry, trying to distract himself from anything and everything. his nail presses deep into his finger, maybe it’s just a dream. just a dream, right?

he angrily wipes away his tears threatening to fall down. no hugs. no kisses. no sound of you softly humming to the music while you dance with him in the living room. 

and it’s all his fault. would things have changed if he had just listened to you? would you still be together? 

it’s quiet. and the room is empty. he feels empty. sanghyeok’s his fingers glide to the volume button. and now as the playlist shuffles and another song plays, the same songs that you dedicated to each other horribly reminds him that you’re never, ever coming back.

TAESAN 한동민

it hits him when he's met with your voicemail. his hair disheveled, still in pajamas, phone pressed to his ear. dongmin practically jumped out of bed at the exciting news he got.

and before he knows it, he's clicked your contact, a grin painted across his face. it became a habit when he hears good news that makes him so excited -- his first instinct is to call you and tell you about it, but the phone rings, and rings, and rings

then it hits, finally it comes to him that the two of you aren’t together anymore and his smile disappears, and tears start forming in his eyes, and his lips start to quiver and it's too late, he hears your voice mail and oh god, he doesn't know how long it's been since he's heard your voice

dongmin didn't mean to say all those things, he didn't mean to say it was over between you two. he's quick to wipe his tears, but they keep coming and soon enough he's crying into the phone.

it's becoming all too familiar, how long has he seen you? when was the last time he held you? he feels like he might just break down right then. dongmin hopes you'll listen to the voicemail and call him, just once.

LEEHAN 김동현

it’s when he finds a note from you, tucked away in his jacket pocket. it didn’t say much, just a slight reminder to take care of himself and be safe, with a small heart and your name, scrawled onto it. it’s a bit crumpled and faded but he can recognise the small my love, written next to his name.

the weakened adhesive is already starting to peel off, softly, slowly and donghyun swallows hard. he finally lets out a dry laugh, knowing he won’t be able to take good care of himself even as you wanted.

and his fingers brush across the paper ever so lightly, tears stinging his eyes, biting back a cry. 

but he fails, he fails like he had failed you and feels an actual ache in his heart as he thinks about the smile on your face you had, while you were writing the small note.

it’s blurry, he can’t see the note but he holds it so preciously in his hands. he can’t take care of himself, not when you took a part of him with you.

WOONHAK 김운학

it's when he's curled up under his blanket, late at night, looking through your social media

he just wants to see if you're doing okay, is what he tells himself. what he keeps telling himself.

and when he looks at your Instagram feed and sees that his pictures and your couple photos are no longer there -- it's the realization that it's really over; traces of him erased from your social media and your life.

knuckles white gripping the blanket, sobs start to leave his lips. and he tries to hide it, but his screen becomes blurry and tears start staining his cheeks.

and woonhak curls himself further, going back to his own feed to see what you guys once were, crying a string of sorry's, before shakily pressing the 'delete' button on all of them.

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[winzenni]

i like u (jung jaehyun)

Summary: Having caught feelings for your friend with benefits, you decide to cut him off for good. However, as expected, things don't turn out according to plan.

Genre: angst, fluff

Pairing: fwb!jaehyun, college!au

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: inspired by the lyrics of “i like u” by Niki! Also tw!very slight smut

“Y/n, can you come over today?” his honey-like voice echoes over the phone.

“U-um, sorry, I don’t think I can, Jaehyun,” you half-heartedly force yourself to say. “I-I’m really busy with the upcoming chem final. I can’t fail this one.”

“Maybe a little stress relief is what you need. We can... study together.” You can literally hear the smirk on his face, dripping with lust.

“Sorry, Jaehyun, I can’t.”

You should’ve known Jung Jaehyun would be a troublemaker in your life. From the moment you first met in high school, when all the girls swarmed around him but he only wanted to talk to you, to when he took you to the senior prom (as friends), to when he proposed becoming friends with benefits in college.

The two of you had always gotten along well and balanced on the line between friends and lovers; that’s just how well you two got along. When he proposed friends with benefits, you thought nothing could go wrong. You guys liked each other enough to be friends and you already knew each other like the back of your hand; from favorite colors to hidden kinks. You should’ve known that like in the cliché movies, romantic feelings would arise.

You can’t do this anymore. This friends-with-benefits thing. He treated you better than anyone else could; he caressed you with care and gentle touches. At the end, he always made sure to take care of you. Sex with him was always more than enough, but at the same time, never enough. Because at the end of the day, he was off without a second thought for you. You were just his comfort and stress relief, his toy when he was bored. But these days, he felt like more than that to you. Lying in bed beside him, you couldn’t help but notice: his beautiful, peachy skin that you couldn’t help but stare at. The way he held you in bed like he cared about you as a lover rather than just a sex partner. In the past few weeks, as your feelings for Jaehyun grew, you decided you needed to distance yourself from him. Resist him just a little longer, and soon, he would get bored of you and leave, and you would never have to worry about him again.

Every day, Jaehyun asked you to come over, but you rejected him with a lame excuse each time, either about studying, not feeling in the mood, or being busy some other way. You just needed to last the weekend, just two more days. Then take your final on Monday, then worry about completely forgetting about Jaehyun later.

You couldn’t even focus in your lecture without thoughts of Jaehyun clouding your mind. Everywhere you looked, your mind turned to Jaehyun and recalled the sound of his golden, honey voice, the way his fingers wrapped around you like they were made to caress your body, the image of his soft, light brown hair matted against his sweaty forehead during sex. You decided you needed something to clear your mind this weekend before the rest -- and infamous frat boy Yuta Nakamoto’s party this Saturday sounded like the perfect answer. He was a bit of an airheaded fuckboy, but everyone knew his parties were god-tier.

--

Entering the frat house an hour late.(since you were unable to decide which of your mediocre dresses you should wear), you passed the door to be engulfed in waves of already drunk college students. Some talked in clumps with their friends, others sat passed out on couches, and some were just wobbling around the hallways, already wasted. Flashes of glitter on bodycon dresses sparkled under the dim house lights, creating a disco-like effect on the walls.

Everyone was with a friend, or boyfriend/girlfriend, or hookup, but you were alone. It was a little awkward to enter alone, but then again, you were just here to get drunk, dance a little, and go home, all without thinking about Jaehyun and how conflicted you had felt rejecting him for the past week nonstop.

You instantly headed towards the drinks table, grabbing a red cup and pouring whatever was in the bottle closest to you, then chugging it. The fruity but bitter taste burned your throat, but you just kept going, If this mysterious liquid was what would make you stop thinking about Jaehyun, so be it.

Ten (or was it twenty? Whatever) drinks later, you felt a buzzing in your stomach and in your brain. You barely remembered what you had even drunk. You needed to pee so bad, so you climbed the stairs and searched for an open bathroom.

After relieving yourself, you opened the door and headed back downstairs towards the kitchen, but bumped into a boy with bright red hair tied into a ponytail as you were crossing the hallway. Yuta.

“Oh, hey there, y/n,” He greeted. “I didn't know you came to my parties.”

You and Yuta were never the closest of friends. He was some friend of some friend of Jaehyun, and you had seen him in classes and parties occasionally but never talked to him. In fact, you were surprised that he knew your name at all.

You slurred out some response, but none of it made any sense. Taking another step towards the stairs but stumbling over the carpet, you fell forward into his chest as he caught you with his arms.

“Oh y/n! Looks like you had a good time with the drinks,” he laughed.

You felt him guiding you onto your feet, and then something else, but your intoxicated mind blurred it all together. Next thing you knew, you were pressed against the wall, Yuta’s arms caging you into a sloppy, tongue-filled kiss.

You had had a lot to drink, but your mind still had your purpose in mind: forget Jaehyun. You kissed Yuta harder, tightening your grip on his back, and pulling him closer. You needed this. Someone to help you forget. As your bodies came closer to continue the kiss, his crotch brushed in between your thighs.

Come to think of it, you hadn't had sex in so long. It had been a week since you avoided Jaehyun but before that, the two of you hadn't met up to fuck for another week or two. Not only were you trying to forget Jaehyun, but you were sexually deprived.

“Baby, we can’t do this here,” Yuta pulled away from the kiss for a moment to let out a soft laugh under his breath.

You realized the two of you were still in the hallway, with others around talking and drinking, uncaring of whatever the two of you were doing.

“No, one more second,” you whisper. “Kiss me a little bit more.”

He presses his lips onto yours for another second before you feel his body being ripped away from you, the sudden loss of heat and change of light making your eyes fly open to see: Jaehyun.

Jaehyun launching himself in between you and Yuta, throwing him almost to the ground.

You see a dark and hungry look in his eyes, but for a second, it seems like an expression of pain and betrayal. But you're so drunk, what's the difference at this point? He grabs your wrist, leading you into the next empty bedroom and sitting you down atop the covers. At this point, you just want to be kissed, even if it's by the boy you were trying to forget about. Hopefully, you think, the action itself can distract you from the person. You lunge forward, smashing your lips onto his, expecting him to do the same like he's always done before, but for the first time, he pushes you off.

“Jaehyun, what's wrong? Just kiss me,” you say.

“No, y/n, I can't, I-”

“Come on Jaehyun, you wanted it so bad literally two fucking days ago. Now you're getting it,” you argue drunkenly.

“Y/n, you're so drunk. You're going to regret this in the morning.”

His words echoed in your head. He was right. You guys had fucked countless times before and done all sorts of different things, and he knew that drunken sex was not your thing. You didn't even like drinking in the first place. And drunken sex was something you hated. You hated waking up the morning after and realizing that last night’s actions weren't a genuine version of you, and regretted letting intoxication control you. But now more than ever, you wanted something to regret, something to pine about to overpower the constant thinking about Jaehyun.

You leaned forward to attempt another kiss, but again, he pushed you away.

“Y/n, you're really drunk. I think you need to get home.” He gripped your shoulders to keep you a steady distance away from him. “Y/n, please. I know you better than you know yourself.”

There. Those stupid fucking words. Those words that a true friend, or a lover, would say. Not a fuck buddy. There he went again with those conflicting words. Reminding you that he was someone, so considerate, who knew you better than you did, and cared for you more than you ever could. And reminding you that this perfect man was just your fuck buddy and could never be your boyfriend.

With all the strength left in you, you pulled his hands off of you and shoved him backward into the bed. Anger and frustration boiled up inside you, built up from months of suppressed romantic feelings and conflicting regrets.

“You’re so -- fuck you, Jaehyun,” you yell, getting up to leave. Before you could turn the doorknob to exit the room, you blacked out.

The alcohol had gotten to your brain. You didn't remember passing out, or the part where Jaehyun ran to your side to check if you were okay. You didn't remember him picking you up, carrying you to his car, and driving you straight home to your apartment and tucking you into bed. All he could think about was you. What had happened to you that you suddenly got so drunk despite your upcoming final? What had been going on in your life that had made you like this? Without words, simply by looking at your face as he removed your shoes and changed you into more comfortable clothes (since it's not like he's never seen you naked before), he could tell all the emotions you had been through in the past week. Anger, frustration, stress, regret, sadness. But why? For now, he just wanted to make sure you were safe and well. Later, he would worry about the words you'd said.

You were always such a bright person, someone that he wanted to know more about and become close with. From the first day of high school, you radiated a smart yet humble aura that differed from the rest of the talkative and arrogant kids. At senior prom, you went with him as friends, but little did you know he had wanted to go as a couple. Seeing you in your red dress, your eyes sparkling under the disco ball, your body softly swaying to the music, that's when he knew.

He liked you. For who you were. You could be doubtful in your talents and abilities, but he always saw you for the kind, devoted person that you were. You were a genuinely good person in his life that he looked up to and he sincerely wanted to see you succeed in life, because you deserved it. More than he cared about himself, he cared about you. He loved you.

But life gets weird in college, and so do hormones. When he first suggested being friends with benefits, he thinks it's that chill thing that friends do, like in the movies, but he’s clearly never watched them closely enough to realize that friends with benefits means no romantic feelings ever. So he thinks he can be your friend with benefits until he moves past his horny college boy phase and wants to confess his romantic feelings to you. But he's wrong, because you've been shutting him out for the past week, and you've gone from friends to strangers.

--

The next morning, you wake up groggily in a loose oversized t-shirt, stretching your arms and blinking your eyes to feel a sharp pain from the exposure to light. Recalling last night’s events, up to shoving Jaehyun, you sit up in bed, your head pounding and mind running a mile a minute. What had you said to him? Did you confess? Or agree to keep being his fuck buddy? You needed to sort this out. Grabbing your phone, you put on some pants and head out of your apartment, heading for Jaehyun’s a few streets down. On the walk there, you couldn't tell if your head was pounding due to the glaring 12pm sun, or however many shots you had had last night.

Finally in front of his door, you pressed the doorbell and regretted it immediately. What were you even going to say to defend yourself if you couldn't remember what you said last night? The options run through your mind before the door opens to Jaehyun, whose eyes widen upon seeing your very hungover condition on his doorstep.

“Y/n! What are you doing he-”

“What am I to you?” You blurt out. Maybe that wasn't such a good start.

“Huh?” He says.

“Tell me what I mean to you.” You rephrase. You need the answer to your romantic feelings now, and if it's not the right answer, you're going to walk home and never see him again. And if it's the right answer, god knows what you're going to do. You take a deep breath before revealing everything. “I know we’re supposed to just be friends with benefits, but I started liking you, and I know I'm not supposed to. I don't remember what I did or said last night but I know that you were being more caring than a friend with benefits is supposed to be. You're always like that and it's giving me mixed signals. Tell me what I mean to you. I like you. And if you don't feel the same, that.. that's okay. But I'm not going to do this anymore.”

Jaehyun’s heart pounds at your sudden confession. He’s been waiting years to be able to tell you the same thing. But all of a sudden, he’s unable to get any words out. All he can do is grab you and pull you into a hug and hold you, closer and harder than he’s ever before. The more he compresses you, his years’ worth of pent up feelings and words he’s wanted to say are released. Through his warmth, you feel your feelings being reciprocated.

He doesn't know how to tell you that he feels the same. And he's felt that way for years. He loosens his grip on you to look into your eyes and check that this isn't some emotional outburst or random prank; as expected, it's none of the above.

“Y/n, I've felt the same. Since high school.” He pulls you in for a kiss, but it's not like the past lustful kisses you've had with deep romantic feelings embedded under layers and layers. This one is a real kiss -- pulled up from under its masks of sex and physical gratification. This is your first kiss in love.

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iv.lix. (a)

During the night, Kiwoo woke up a couple of times. He didn't like it at all, that you no longer breastfeed him. But you can't do it with your strength anymore. But at some point he fell asleep. You go back to bed, but you couldn't sleep. But then you see how the lights in the house get on again and Jaehyun came home. "Hey, how was it?" You ask him when he walked into the bedroom. He looked at you in surprise and you could see that it was quite drunk. "Good ... funny." He unbuttoned his shirt and undid his pants. "That’s good." You smile and lie back on your pillow. "Why are you still awake?" He asked when he came to bed with you. "You know, Kiwoo. He's a little clingy right now and then I couldn't get back to sleep." You sigh and look at your husband. He looked down at you too and smiled. "You make me so happy, you know that?" Jaehyun was suddenly very sensitive, very tender. He stroked your forehead and suddenly looked so vulnerable. "You me too," you say very quietly and put your arm over his upper body. "Are you wearing my shirt?" He asked with a laugh. "Yes, it's so comfortable and I'm slowly getting too fat for my things ..." You pout and stroke your stomach. "You are not too fat, you are pregnant." Jaehyun laughed and leaned over you. He put his lips to yours and immediately kissed you passionately. But you notice something that was different. "Did you smoke?" You look at him in surprise. "A little bit." Jaehyun knew that you hate it when he did that. When you got together, Jaehyun smoked more often, from where Miga was born he had stopped, but now and then he smoked one. Especially when he'd had a drink. "I'm sorry," he mumbled drunk, but you didn't want to make him feel bad. It was his evening. He needed to relieve stress. "Everything's fine," you say and look up at him with a smile. "You look so good in my shirt." He stroked your whole torso and then kissed your neck. Apparently he was hot for you because his voice changed and he rubbed more and more against you. "And you look amazing ... as always," you whisper and stroke his bare torso. The result was that you made out a lot. His lips and hands were all over your body. He couldn't get enough of you and he showed it. When he had drunk he was more uninhibited and freer and you liked that. He showed you how much he wanted you. His kisses just said more than words. He took off your shirt and kept playing with your full breasts. As he put your nipples in his mouth, you hear him moan. He was horny, definitely, but when you reached for his length, everything was still soft. You try to massage him, to stimulate him, but nothing happened. And at some point Jaehyun stopped. Disappointed, he hung his head and lay down next to you. "FUCK!" He shouted, seeming so angry. You didn't know what to say because it was a difficult subject. "That's the alcohol, don't stress yourself," you say gently and stroke his hair. "We both know that I couldn't do it before either." He was so disappointed and so angry with himself that it was hard to help. "And we know we're both stressed." "But I can't even fuck my own wife," Jaehyun looked at you with worried eyes and you knew his ego was offended. "I think you've been able to prove to me enough times that you are potent. The last proof is here." You put his hand on your stomach because you knew it will calm him down. He was looking forward to this child so incredibly, sometimes you couldn't understand that. "What is your feeling? Is it going to be a girl this time?" He asked you, caressing your stomach. He was suddenly very different, very calm and almost looked happy again. "I don't know. I was almost certain that the twins would be girls, but then we had the two beautiful boys." You smile and stroke your belly too. "I'm sure it's a girl this time." "What if it turns out to be a boy? Are you disappointed then?" "No, never," he said, slowly closing his eyes. He fell asleep, but his hand stayed on your stomach.

That weekend, Jaehyun only spent time with you and the kids. He enjoyed the time and wanted to stay with you forever. But on Monday he had to go back to work. He didn't have to go to the set that day, but he had some things to do at SM. "You have to tell him." The Aespa manager faced the NCT manager. Jaehyun came into the room with Johnny and Yuta and the boys immediately noticed the tension. "What's going on?" Asked Johnny, looking at the two managers. "Jaehyun, can we talk?" The manager waved him over and Jaehyun briefly looked surprised at his friends. But he nodded and followed him. The two went to another room and the manager sat in a chair. "Jaehyun, you once said that you ... especially your wife, had problems with a stalker." He looked very serious and Jaehyun didn't quite know how to react. First he sat down on the next chair and put his hands on the table. "Yes ... Mathew. We had a lot of problems with him, the police didn't take us too seriously, but it's been quiet for the past few months." Jaehyun swallowed and he began to worry more and more. "Usually we ignore that. Idols often get hate messages through social media ..." The manager pulled out a few documents. "What's happening?" Jaehyun finally wanted to know what he wanted. "There are recordings of your wife and you ..." The manager sighed. "What?" "So we think it's you in the photo. We don't have any more ..." He pulled out a photo and pushed it over to Jaehyun. Immediately he took the picture and looked at it. In the photo they could see you and Jaehyun's back. It was in an elevator. Jaehyun could still remember it very well, even if the event had been over for a while. Several months for sure. You were invited to a party and you had a lot of fun. Jaehyun was so horny and so were you, and you two make out pretty much in the elevator and around the car and it went on in the car... you thought you were alone. "I am that guy ... where did you get that from?" Jaehyun's hands started to shake. "We got it sent. Underneath was the message: All of Korea should see what kind of slut she is." The manager swallowed, it wasn't easy for him either. Jaehyun didn't know what to say. "We found several such messages on social media. We would report it to the police." The manager tried to remain calm, but it was difficult even for him. "What do they want? Money?" Jaehyun got angry and he was desperate at the same time. Why hadn't he done something against Matthew earlier? "That's the weird thing. The person doesn't want money. We don't know what he wants. Should we know something else before we go to the police?" "We're having another child. Y/N is just in the 10th week. Shit ... after the thing with Suji we already had a miscarriage ... I can't do that to her again." Jaehyun couldn't think clearly anymore. He clutched his hand so tightly that he was almost bleeding. Tears gathered in his eyes. "Shit ... I mean....congratulations, but I know what you mean." The manager was upset and couldn't find the right words. "Jaehyun, I would say you take a driver now, pick up your daughter from school and drive to your family." The manager patted his shoulder and got up, but Jaehyun was petrified.

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[celestiababie]

Too Much Love pt 2- Jaehyun/Yoonoh (m/a)

Genre: angst with suggestive noncon themes, stalker!jaehyun au, college!au

Pairings: jaehyun/yoonoh x reader

Warnings: Stalking, illegal themes, reader is dumb highkey, johnny being johnny

Word count: 920

A/N: I finally decided to make a part 2. I’m not sure how many parts I’m gonna make and they definitely aren’t going to be frequent BUT follow me if you want updates on whether or not I’ll be making more or if you want to read any of the other things I’ll be writing. Btw my requests are open however I prefer answering ones that I can do in drabble format. Thank you for reading

Images of last night flashed through your head as you mindlessly stared at the back of Jaehyun's head as he sat a few seats in front of you. You both were literature majors, which made you wonder why you've never talked to him. You had the same friends, had the same major, and yet you never truly noticed him. You were shocked that you even identified his voice. 

His leg bounced up and down as he kept his head down, anxious thoughts running through his head. He knew he should have never done what he did. He should have never started watching you...he shouldn't have fallen in love with you from afar. Jaehyun could feel your eyes practically burn a hole in his scalp as you watched him intensely. 

Did she call the cops? Did she tell anyone? Oh god, what did I do? She just looked too irresistible. Fuck- the things I would do to that pretty little body if I got the chan- No, no no no, stop thinking that. Jaehyun started to breathe heavy, overwhelmed with being bombarded with his thoughts. A replay of your sleeping body in that silk nightgown rolled through his head over and over, his length hardening in his black jeans. 

Please not now, he thought to himself as he felt himself getting increasingly more aroused as the mesmerizing image refused to go away. 

Doyoung, a mutual friend of yours, looked over at Jaehyun with a concerned look on his face. He leaned his head close to the other male's and whispered, " Dude, are you alright?" 

Jaehyun was started by the voice in his ear and quickly looked over at his friend. He faked a smile and nodded his head. "Yeah, just tired. I didn't get that much sleep last night." Doyoung nodded his head at the response given and patted his back before tuning back into what their professor was saying. You watched this interaction with wide eyes before feeling a wave of anger build up. How dare he act like everything is okay? How dare he trick my friends into thinking he's a good person? 

You balled your hand into a fist but let out a heavy breath as your professor dismissed you and your classmates. You bit your lip nervously as you pulled your phone out to message...him while he packed up his belongings. 

[Sent at 10:45 am] I want to talk to you, stay outside of class.

Jaehyun felt his phone buzz and looked at the message from the unknown number. He felt panic fill his body, immediately thinking the message came from you. There's no way...she doesn't have my number, it can't be her. 

His head turned to look over at you, and sure enough, you were already staring at him with an unreadable expression on your face. Jaehyun silently cursed at himself. His heart rate speeds up as he thinks all the possibilities of what you'd say to him. Would you yell at him for everyone to hear? Maybe this was just a ploy and someone was waiting to arrest him as soon as he walked out of class? 

He tried to shake the thoughts out of his head as he rushed out of the room but waited. 

You took a deep breath to calm your nerves one Jaehyun left the room, your planned out thoughts now leaving your head. You hesitantly made your way out of the classroom, both relieved and nervous when you saw that Jaehyun had waited as you requested. 

Taking another deep breath, you made your best attempt at looking confident as you spoke up, "I know it was you in my room last night, and before you try and deny it, let me speak." Jaehyun looked at you with wide eyes from your blunt words, quickly looking around to make sure no one else heard. "If you're wondering how I got your number, you can thank Johnny for giving it to me. He also told me that you had a crush on me. And let me just tell you that being a fucking creep isn't how you deal with crushes." 

Your brows were furrowed as you spoke to him, Jaehyun listening silently with his head down, guilt and shame flooding his body. 

"I also have the feeling that wasn't the first time you watched me, was it? So, how long, Jaehyun?" You gulped nervously as you anticipated his response, surely this wasn't going on for too long, right? 

As soon as the question left your lips, Jaehyun looked up at you, his jaw clenched as he hesitated to answer. "Nearly a year," he mumbled underneath his breath. "Please..don't tell anyone, please. I know I fucked up and I honestly don't know why you haven't called the cops, but I swear it won't happen ever agai-" His words were cut off once someone slung their arm around his shoulder. 

"So I see you finally got Y/N's attention~" You looked up at the tall male and nervously chuckled. "That he did, Johnny..." 

"You two better thank me when you get married and have six kids." He joked. 

"That's not funny, John," Jaehyun said in a stern voice, frustrated that he couldn't get the privacy he needed. 

"Calm down, Jae, it's just a joke~" The tall male teased before his eyes lit up with an idea. "There's a party tonight. You two should come together! It'll be fun." 

Before Jaehyun could protest, you already spoke up, your response shocking you both. 

"We'll be there."

[peachy-jisung]

ANYWAYS, VAMPIRE JAEHYUN-

[franchiseheartj4yn0]

fluff [🥺] & angst [😼]

i’m an absolute sucker for soulmate aus/hanahaki aus!!

love,

heartj4yn0.

DIE FOR YOU | Jaehyun

—You won’t find no one that’s better.

SUMMARY. Jaehyun swore to never fall in love again after five unrequited crushes. But when all of his best friends get married and leave him behind, he might just break his oath. He just hopes that this time around, it’s not another unrequited love because he’s tired of throwing up flower petals.

GENRE. fluff and angst + f2l!au + hanahaki disease

note. hanahaki disease is a fictional disease. it’s an illness that occurs due to an unrequited love. the person experiencing unrequited love will throw up petals of their crush’s favourite flower. once the person experiences requited love, the disease will disappear.

WORD COUNT. 20.5k+ words (someone PLEASE stop me)

—I think I’m right for you.

Being inexperienced in falling in love would be an understatement. It wasn’t a choice, it was more of a predisposition made by fate. You’re not quite sure what you had done wrong in your past life that caused fate to curse you with such a boring love life. But as you blow out the twenty-two candles on your birthday cake, it reminds you that this is your twenty-second year of existing and yet you still don’t have someone that makes your heart flutter or skip one beat. At this point, you’re ready to give up. In fact, you’ve envisioned a future where you’d be single for the rest of your life and the only thing that’ll give you company will be your three puppies. Three cute puppies, yep, that sounds just about right. 

“Let me guess,” Jungwoo grins, “You wished for the miraculous improvement of your love life and possibly meeting the love of your life within the next two days.”

You let out a loud scoff. You’ve made the same wish for the past six years. Six years of making the same wish and it’s more than enough to give you the harsh reality that your wishes will never come true. Wishes never come true, if they do, they’re called miracles. 

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[nanaflwers]

[01:27 AM]

❝ You know I can't resist hearing you cry, you know I'll listen to you. The other times, I dropped everything and went after you. But that won't happen again. ❞

summary. you try to forget your ex-boyfriend, Jaehyun, but can’t. So you call him at precisely 01:27 AM every breakup anniversary. But you know this time will be the last one. [Based on NCT 127 - Back 2 U]

pairing. Jaehun x fem!reader

genres. angst as hell 

word count. 731 words

warnings. Toxic and manipulative relationship

[01:27 AM]

4 RINGS. AFTER 4 RINGS, Jaehyun would answer the phone. He always did. He needed to answer.

You wanted to break the chain, you wanted to let it go, but you couldn't. The coldest nights were the most torturous ones, and before the sun rose again you found yourself dialing the number you tried so hard to erase from your mind. Along with all the happy memories with her ex-boyfriend, which slowly turned into blurs of nostalgia as you realized those moments would never happen again. Your breakup anniversary was an exceptionally bad day where you missed him like never before.

You needed to try. You couldn't give up.

"What you want?" Even deleting his contact didn't make him forget his number. Like you, he was chained to memories he struggled to forget. The hoarseness in Jaehyun's voice tells you that he was sleeping, and your heart breaks. Were you the only one who suffered?

“Jaehyun, I… I miss you” You resist, but the nasal tone of your voice ends up giving away the sadness you tried so hard to hide.

"I said I wouldn't answer your call again." The hoarseness of his voice gives way to the rage of someone who was tired of being tied to a feeling of bitterness that wouldn't go away. “You know I can't resist hearing you cry, you know I'll listen to you. The other times, I dropped everything and went after you. But that won't happen again."

"I don't want you to come, I promise." You sniff and swallow your tears. It's a lie, a blatant lie, but he didn't need to know. For now, you just want to hear your voice. It’s enough. “You know what day it is. I tried to avoid… but it hurts. Really hurts. I need you, Jaehyun. I don't know how to go on like this.”

“You know what caused all of this. You know that we were happy, that I was happy. But you and your greed had to screw it up. Why do you act like you're not to blame for what we could have been?"

And it’s true. You know it is, and so it hurts even more. Jaehyun offered you his world, his everything, and you wanted more. More than he could give, and fame, success and material possessions blinded you. Loving him stopped being your priority, and became an accessory, a weight you had to deal with in order to have all the other things. When you realized what you were doing, it was too late. You had already thrown his heart against the wall, and all the shards were scattered on the floor. And, trying to collect them, you ended up forgetting to hold your own heart too. Pieces litter the floor, and you feel like you're somehow never going to be able to glue them all together again.

"I know. I know I did. But I was immature, very immature and childish. I didn't value you, and I know how much it hurt you. But I know you miss me, just like I miss you. I changed, I regretted it so please…”

“You've changed, and so have I. Please, I beg you to leave me alone.” A silence settles in for a moment, and you hear Jaehyun take a deep breath. “I find peace, and you take it away. I finally think I'm moving on, and you drag me back. Every dawn that you call me, there are hundreds of dawns that I spend awake, questioning myself, wondering if I shouldn't just give up resisting and go after you. You tear me apart every time you do that, but you don't seem to care because in the end the only thing that matters is you. Your well-being, your feelings and your happiness.” He stops, and every word hits you like arrows. Because it was true; it was never about him, but about you. “I don't want you to call me anymore. Even if you call, I won't answer. I'm not going back this time. Do not look for me anymore".

The 4 quick rings of the phone after Jaehyun hangs up give you the final message. He is not going back. And that was a burden you would have to carry for the rest of your life.

[jaembby]

please come home

pairing: jaehyun x reader

word count: 0.5k

genre: angst

warnings: death, mentions of cheating (+ false accusations)

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“He’s my friend, Jaehyun!” You yelled at your boyfriend who was accusing you of cheating on him with your friend Jeno.

“I don’t know who to trust at this point!” He yelled back.

“Please,” you begged.

“Please, believe me, Jae. Don’t let us end like this.”

“I don’t think I can. Y/n, this isn’t working. I need some time to think,” Jaehyun said, pacing around your shared kitchen.

“Please don’t say that, Jae. You know how much I love you,” you barely managed to whisper, tears quickly filling your eyes at the thought of your three going on a four-year relationship with Jaehyun being over like that.

“Y/n, we need to be able to trust each other and right now, I’ve heard two completely different stories. Taeyong’s said he was suspicious of you when he caught you getting too close and Jeno but you’re saying you’re only friends and I quite honestly have no idea who to believe now.

“Jaehyun, you’ve been my boyfriend for almost four years. Surely you know I’d never cheat on you. Jeno and I are close because we’ve been best friends since we were about 6. Skinship’s normal for us. Please, Jaehyun. Please believe me.” you begged, knowing you’d never cheat on Jaehun but worried that he thinks otherwise.

“I don’t know, y/n. I feel like we’ve been drifting apart. I’m not always sure that I can trust you 100% of the time and I know you feel that way too, don’t try and lie. I’m not sure how much longer I can do this, y/n.” Jaehyun turned to walk out of your shared apartment but you gently grabbed his arm, begging him to stay.

“Jae-”

“No. Let me go, I’ve got to clear my head.  I just want to be alone right now, y/n. Please.”

With that, you let your boyfriend go. 

You wanted to let Jaehyun know that you really do care for him, so you texted a simple ‘I really do love you, Jae. Even after our fights.’, hoping that he’d realize this and forget whatever was in his head before.

An hour went by with no response, then two, three and four.

You thought he might be staying at a friend’s place for the night, so decided to try and push the worrying thoughts away.

He’ll just come home in the morning, right?

That’s when you saw it. Bold red letters in the Breaking News update: 23-YEAR-OLD MALE, JUNG JAEHYUN, DECEASED AFTER FATAL CAR CRASH ON THE NEO HIGHWAY.

You turned the TV off, all colour drained from your face. Alone with only your uneven breathing and tears staining your cheeks.

No. Please, no. This wasn’t meant to happen. You and your boyfriend were meant to grow together, have a family, get married. You were meant to share your best and worst moments, make many memories, spend every holiday together. But fate had something else in mind.

Jung Jaehyun. Your lover, your boyfriend, the only one you wanted a future with, the one you loved more than anything wasn’t coming home.

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a/n: I’m going to start doing a/n at the end of my fics because it’s messy at the start. anyways, I’ve never really tried writing angst so idk how this is. personally, I think it’s okay (my standards aren’t high) but idk. Also, this has been sitting in my drafts since Christmas but in that time, I have hit 78 followers!! that’s something I really didn’t expect... I’m only just realizing that it’s over half way to 100 wow nshdkj but thank you so much I love all of you. have a nice day/night <3 <3

p.s. requests are still open... I can’t promise how long it will take to write (writer’s block’s a bitch) but yk I do try so request anything!! (fair warning, i’m still getting used to smut and angst but i’ll try any genre ig)

[sly-merlin]

my wip folder tag

rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and i’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it! thanks for the tag @ncteaxhoe​ @immabiteyou​ @prettyjaems​ and i’m tagging @stealerz​ @adamfoolcry​ @moonbeamsung @astroboy-lele @stayinzencity

consider the last three titles my copyright🥺everybody would be free to use once i release my fics but not before that!

- my baby KILLING ME - 12 | N.Y 

- SNOWDROPS- jung jaehun 

That day you enter the court room only to encounter the jung jaehyun!, the one you left behind 12 years ago. perhaps a perfect opportunity to avenge your once crumpled pride!

a loving mother, a broken father and a custody lawsuit!

who would win? jung jaehyun or your shrouded judgement!

what are you ready to lose? the case, the client,your ethics

- FORGET-ME-NOT | HAECHANIE

you are in love with your best friend But you just don’t fit into his ideal type!

what could possible change your qismet.

Or

You saw a falling star, looked just like you!

But he was the moon, who beheld many of it!

 - CHENLE HOGWARTS AU 

- FUTURE COLLAB AU 

4 members, 4 doors, 4 urban legends/ myths. the future is something that we haven’t seen yet! but that doesn’t mean it hasn’t been seen by anyone at all!

- HOW TO GIVE A LAP DANCE (not a wip but before reposting it needs improvement)

- OH MY BABY tentative title)

Characters : baekhyun , doyoung , sicheng , y/n , a baby!!

Genre. : Fluff , angst , cry cry, baby soft 

Warning : Possible diabetes 

SUMMARY : based on a movie.

  how does life of three bachelors and womanizers take a turn when someone leaves a baby on their doorstep!  

- JENO VALENTINE COLLAB ( get ready for lawyer! jeno with glasses)

- FITOOR( OBSESSION) - jae stalker au

- MISNAMING LOVE

- HER UNFILTERED HEART

- THE HEARTBEAT CASSETTE

[neoculturetravesty]

hello i've only discovered you this week but i've already reread your works countless times 😭✋ your jaehun fic is absolutely incredible and your renjun series is so good i am hooked!! everything is so well written and you've got the perfect amount of everything - fluff, angst, and in jaehyun's fic's case smut,, your works are the type of fics i would shamelessly indulge in at 3 in the morning (which is literally what i'm doinh rn) i hope you will continue to write more of these amazing fics! 🍒

Omg, you have no idea how much these words mean to me. Because when I rediscovered writing, I wanted to write something for myself that I wouldn’t mind reading over and over again. Because all my favorite fic writers had works or moments within works that I’d always go back to read.

So to know that I have become that writer for one person is such a great feeling. Thank you so much for telling me that!

[kileaderie]

Migraine: Part 8

∙↬ Pairing: CEO!Seonghwa x Doctor!Reader

∙↬ Genre: Angst, Fluff

∙↬ AU Selected: Arranged Marriage

∙↬ Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 ||

Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8

Word Count: 5.9K+ Words.

Summary: It went well at first, but then.. everything takes a wild turn. Afterward, Seonghwa took you out for a drink, maybe a couple of shots.. or more.

Author’s Note: I’m truly sorry for the long wait, my laptop was under repair because I accidentally broke it, lol. Hopefully, the tags are working and if there’s anyone wanted to be on the taglist, just tell me. Anyway, enjoy!

Taglists: @treasure-hwa​​ @lmhmh01​​ @cipheress-to-k-pop​​

"Run faster, hyung!" Jaehun shrieked and Seonghwa complied, laughing as he runs faster.

"Yah, Jaehun-ie, I'm tired!" Seonghwa panted.

"I see a bench there, hyung-ie can rest there!" He pointed and Seonghwa tiredly walking towards the bench.

He lowers himself so Jaehun could get off of him and lets him take a seat first. Seonghwa sighs and grunts as he sits beside him, leaning back against the bench. Then he looks at Jaehun, seeing him eyeing another child his age walking with two elders. Seonghwa then wondered where his family went, why would no one visit him, and what has happened that only his mother came to visit him. Seonghwa's eyes locked on the family, just then he heard him speaks.

"That looks fun." He mutters. "Sorry?" Seonghwa leaned closer.

"A happy family, that looks fun," Jaehun repeated. "Oh.. Yeah, that's fun.."

"Umm, if you wouldn't mind me asking this but, where's your other family members?" Jaehun smiles, fidgeting with his fingers.

"My dad, he went overseas for work, my older brother is studying abroad, both of them left me and mom here. Well, at least my dad helped us by sending us money for my medical bills, of course. He said he'll be back one day, but only if he's not busy. I've waited and waited for months and then years, still, he didn't come back. Mom said he's busy, I guess." He shrugged, rubbing his thighs with his palms.

"Well, at least I'm happy here, since noona and I became close, my life changed. Even though I'm jealous about other kids here, having their family with them, all the chatters and laughter I've heard, she'll always keep me company. Making me feel as if she's one of my family members even she's not. That's why I appreciate her, more than anyone." Jaehun smiles.

"I gotta agree," Seonghwa speaks up. "She's special." Seonghwa snickered.

"Oh? Seems like hyung has changed from the last time we've met." He teased, softly throwing a punch on Seonghwa's arm.

He scoffed, lightly shaking his head. "I'm glad I've changed."

"Well, in my opinion, you're special too." "Oh, really?" Seonghwa playfully raised a brow.

"Want me to show you?" He whispers and Seonghwa chuckles. "Sure."

"Carry me again and head over to those bushes." He pointed and Seonghwa groans, slumping in his seat.

He then got up, crouching afterward. "Alright, hop on."

You stepped back, pulling your surgeon cap and dirtied gloves off, and threw them into the nearest bin. You untied the hospital mask from behind your ear, sighing in relief. You can't believe it, you've saved him. Smiling, you stare at your palms, clenching them tightly as a sign of how proud you are. Then, a hand was placed on your shoulder, you tilted your head to the side and saw Doctor Kang's pleased smile. You couldn't hear it clearly but you're sure that he was muttering something before he left the room, leaving the other team to take care of the rest.

You turn around, patiently staring at Jaehun before leaving too. You walked outside and noticed him again, talking to Mrs. Jung. Probably telling her about how the surgery went. You let out a harsh breath, feeling exhausted after spending hours focusing on the operation. You'd walked to your office, sitting in your chair, and spun around. You then took your phone that was on the desk, started to send texts to Seonghwa. Looks like he didn't read your message from earlier, probably his phone has died.

<You>

- You'd probably be in the shower or sleeping, I don't know.

- But, the surgery was a success. :)

- I'll see you soon, honey.

You huffed and were about to put down your phone but then it buzzes. You raised a brow when Seonghwa texts back, saying he'll come to the hospital to meet you as soon as possible. Then, he sent a tiny reminder that he was just about to get into the shower, making you laughed. You reply with a short 'Okay' and put down your phone. You'd leaned back, eyes on the ceiling once again. Your eyelids began to flutter, opening and closing, the pauses between each step growing longer and longer until they refused to open up again.

"Doctor Yoo!" Someone shouted, banging on the door.

Your eyes shot open, quickly getting up from your chair and wobbly rush to open the door. You then saw Wooyoung's wide eyes, mouthing the word 'Jaehun'. Your body shivered, feeling the goosebumps as he said his name. You didn't even think twice, immediately sprints to Jaehun's room. Wooyoung let out a frustrated sigh, feeling tired from running to get you, and now he has to run again to the same place he was at before. You run as fast as you could, passing by the huge and not-so-crowded lobby.

Just then, Seonghwa saw you and Wooyoung, who's slowly jogging from behind. He was confused, but when he saw the expression you hold as you run, he knew something's not right. He'd then followed you, but instead of using the elevator, he used the stairs. Panting heavily, he pushes himself to catch up to you. Once the elevator door has opened, you quickly get out, leaving Wooyoung behind. He takes a deep breath once again with wide eyes open before he starts to jog again.

"Jung Jaehun, can you hear me?" You whisper as you watched the heart monitor rapidly increasing.

"Jaehun, take a deep breath!" You call out, helping to put on the mechanical ventilation on him.

"Jung Jaehun!" You cry out, seeing blood covering your right palm.

Your eyes went round when you saw blood dripping in a straight line on his forehead, down to his cheek. Jaehun's heart rate keep decreases until it went to a straight line. His hand that was once on the side rail dropped onto the mattress. The room was quiet, only the long beeping sound can be heard throughout the room. Seonghwa sees it all, staring at you with eyes flooded with tears, threatening to fall.

"Jaehun-ie?.." You murmur. "H-hey, wake up, come on, look at me." You pleaded, your voice rising as he continued to be unresponsive.

"Doctor Yoo.. He's.." Wooyoung pauses, biting his lower lip.

"No.. Not yet!" "Doctor Yoo-" "He's not yet gone, w-we can-" Tears rapidly rolled down your cheeks. "We can.." Your back harshly hit the wall behind you.

"Jaehun-yah!" You yelled his name, your voice was heartbreaking, making the people in the room shed tears as if they could feel your pain just by watching you.

"Time of death, 7:26 p.m." Doctor Kang announced, writing it on his clipboard shakily.

Your hands curling into fists as you slowly slid down to the floor, chanting 'Please don't go' as if it could return him alive. Seonghwa couldn't hold it anymore, seeing you like that makes his heart shattered. He backs away, hiding behind a wall, and secretly cries. He drew in a long breath before poking his head out, seeing you wiping your tears as you stand outside, watching them turning off the machines and pulls the sheets to cover Jaehun's body, from his toes until the top of his head.

You try to be professional again, holding back your tears as you discuss with the surgeons. After that, you walk away, using the elevator to get down, heading towards your office. How can I let this happen? I swear everything went well, but where did I go wrong? Those thoughts linger in your mind for far too long, poisoning you mentally. You gaze at your trembling hands and clamps them, nails digging in your palms.

"I failed." You mutter to yourself as you cover your face in your hands.

"The dead flower theory is true.. I can't save you even if I attempted to, fuck.." You sighed, slamming your palms on your desk.

Since your shift has ended, you were getting ready to go home. Taking your phone and putting it inside of your sling bag and left the room. You shook your head and quickly walk away, heading towards the restroom first. You wash your hands and splash some water onto your face to get a hold of yourself. You stare at the reflection of yours and hardly punched the wall multiple times before leaving the restroom. You spotted Seonghwa spacing out while sitting in the lobby and once he notices your presence as you got closer to him, he immediately stood up, pulling you into a tight hug. His eyes were closed as he rested his chin on your right shoulder.

"I'm sorry for your loss." He whispered.

You held your breath while he tightens the hugs as he finished his sentence. "I'm also hurt, I know how you feel and I'm so hurt.." He continues.

"It's going to be okay.." He gently rocks your body with his.

He then squeezes your body one more time and then slowly lets you go from his embrace. He'd then place his hands on your shoulders, trying to see the look in your eyes. But you lowered your head, feeling quite sensitive at the moment. He'd raised your chin using his thumb and index finger to have a good look at your face and he sadly smiles. Your eyes and cheeks were quite red from crying before. He'd carefully use his thumb to caress your cheeks. You sigh and softly pushing his hands away, giving him a faint smile.

"I just want to go home now." He nodded and gently wrapped an arm around your waist, guiding you to walk outside.

He opens the door for you and motions you to get in. "But I need my car to go to work tomorrow." "I can send you to work, don't worry." He reassures you.

"For now, just rest while I drive." He closes the door after you got in, securing your seatbelt for you.

You were laying back against the seat and watched everything flash by outside of the window. You gripped onto the seatbelt, admiring the moon shines brightly. You stretch out an arm and let your palm pressed flat against the window. You sighed, pulling away and let your arms rest on your lap and think for a second while fiddling your fingers with the hem of your shirt. You clear your throat, gazing at Seonghwa's side profile. He noticed you were staring at him for quite a while now and he snickered. He then decided to ask you with a small smile on his face.

"Need anything, baby?" "Uh? No, nothing.." You then look away.

"Are you hungry? You haven't eaten anything yet, am I right?"

"Yeah.. But it's okay.. I'm not-"

"Barbeque and a few drinks? That's a good idea, let me find a good place."

He completely ignores your words and stopped his car on the side of the road. He pulls out his phone and begins his search for a restaurant. You try to tell him that it's fine and you wanted to go home and rest but then he beamed as he founded a place.

Eagerly, he showed you the location that is not so far from where you are now, only about 50 meters away. You sigh and just nodded at him. He smiles at you once more before continuing driving. He took a turn to the left and you sink in your seat. Your eyes were focused outside the window, waiting until you've arrived.

After what feels like an eternity, he parked nicely and undo his seatbelt. You stretch out your limbs and squint your eyes, looking at the restaurant in front of you. You were about to open the door but you got scared when Seonghwa suddenly opened the door for you. He quickly apologized and told you to come out. You nodded and took your sling bag with you before exiting the car. You look around, observing your surrounding.

He nervously smiled, seeing your reaction made him feel anxious with his decision. He could've just driven both of you home instead of going there. He shyly offered his hand for you to hold which you gladly took it but you winched, sensing quite a pain as he accidentally squeezes your knuckles. You hastily yank your hand away and nervously chuckles. Seonghwa furrowed his eyebrows, bringing his hand to take a look at your hand again but you hide your hands behind your back.

"Yoo Y/n, let me see your hand." He urges you with a pair of fierce eyes glaring at you.

You shook your head, telling him no. He exhaled, he doesn't take no as an answer when you're in some sort of pain. He insists to make you revealed your hands but you whined in protest, telling him to just let it go and saying you're starving as an excuse. He rubbed his eyes and nodded, walking in first and you sigh in relief, following him from behind. He then suddenly turns around, grabbing your wrist, and examines your bruised knuckles. He softly brushed his thumbs on your knuckles before he realized something is missing.

"Where is your ring?" He asked and he furrowed his eyebrows as his eyes bored into yours.

"Ah, it's in the ring box which is in my bag here. I can't wear it while performing any surgeries and I don't want to lose it." You explain and he nodded, releasing your hands.

"Can I see the box, please?" "Uh, sure." You quickly rummaging through your bag and give it to him once you've found it.

He opened the box and took the ring. Then, he took your hand gently and slipped the ring onto your ring finger. He smiled, seeing how beautiful your finger was adorned with the ring. Unbeknownst to you, he brought your hand to his lips and then he kissed your knuckles delicately. You look at him in awe but he keeps that genuine smile on while he looks at you.

"From now on, whenever you're with me, you have to wear our wedding ring, okay?" You look at your finger and you smiled, nodding a bit.

He then handed you the box and you put it back inside of your bag.

"Also, you can get inside first, I'll be right back." "Wait, where are you going?"

"I saw a pharmacy nearby, I'm going to buy some things to treat those bruised knuckles." "Honey, you don't have to-"

"It's okay, it'll only take a few minutes, and I'll be right back." With that, he went off.

You sigh, staring at your hands, and shook your head. You then entered the restaurant and being greeted by the workers. You take a seat near the window so it's easier for Seonghwa to notice you and ordered once you call the waiter. You waited until you saw your colleagues entered the restaurant, which is Wooyoung and Doctor Kang. Wooyoung was the first to notice you and he raised his arm, waving at you. You smiled, slightly waving at him and he quickly went towards you, followed by his company.

"You came here to release your tension too, Doctor Yoo?" He asked.

"Not really, my husband brought me here because I was hungry." You awkwardly laugh.

"Mr. Park is here!? Where is he?!" He quickly looks around and groans when Doctor Kang smacked his shoulder.

Just then, Seonghwa stepped inside the restaurant, walking towards your table, and furrowed his eyebrows when he saw you're talking with your colleagues. He went closer and they instantly turn around once you pointed at him. They bowed and Seonghwa did the same, putting down the plastic bag on the table. He looks at you in confusion and Doctor Kang noticed it.

"Oh yeah, sorry to interrupt you both." He bowed once again and dragged Wooyoung to an empty table. He then ignores his ranting and continues to order.

"What are they doing here?" Seonghwa asks, taking a seat beside you.

"Release their tension, I guess?" He just nodded. "Oh, okay."

"Anyway, lend me your hands, please. I need to put some cream on them."

"Oh, okay.." He softly took your hand in his and he smiled as he carefully rubbed your knuckles with the cream.

You watch him tenderly taking care of you, seeing his tongue poking his inner cheek while focusing. He then blew on your knuckles before he mumbles.

"Alright, done." "Thank you." You wanted to place your hands on your lap but he doesn't let go of them.

"Hey, can you promise me that you'll never do this again, please? Jaehun's watching and he would be extremely unhappy if he understands what you're doing to yourself and it also broke my heart when I saw you like this. So, please. Never hurt yourself again, okay?" He speaks sweetly with his doe eyes and you smiled and nodded.

"That's my precious wife." He spoke as he booped your nose.

Then, he suddenly tickling your neck and on both sides of your waist, making you giggled. Meanwhile, at the other side of the table, Wooyoung and Doctor Kang were watching you both. They had their chins resting on their palms while their eyes locked on the both of you, whispering afterward.

"I feel jealous with their relationship," Wooyoung whispered. "You, jealous? Then how about me? I'm getting older and I still don't have a date."

"That's because you're picky about hm... Basically everything."

"I- you got a point," Wooyoung smirked. "Told ya."

"Whatever, the drinks are coming and you'll be grilling the meat."

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Wooyoung sighs in defeat.

It was just a couple of shots, you didn't plan on getting drunk tonight. But then again, that once bottle full of soju has become almost empty. Once you finished your shots and proclaimed it wasn't enough, you would pour yourself another glass, knocking back shot after shot after shot. Seonghwa was practically watching you drinking from your first glass until it's almost your tenth. He tried to stop you but all you said was 'one more drink'. Famous last words all over the world. In actual fact, you had more than 'one' drink, lots more.

At first, he was worried but then he shrugged it off, continue to eat the meat he had grilled. You've been feeling tipsy enough but you still wanted to go for another sip. You had taken a shot too big, and some of the liquid had spilled and was now shining on your chin. Seonghwa followed its course down to your neck and... god, he had to remind himself that he's in public.

He shifted in his seat and downed his own shot. Unaware of this, you licked your lips and winced as it stung your throat. You muttered such incoherent words and went to pour some once more only to find the bottle was already empty. You blinked a few times, trying to fully regain your vision, and then you tugged on Seonghwa's sleeve, shaking the empty bottle in front of his face.

"Can I get one more..?" Seonghwa sighs, shaking his head as a no.

"You'll get a huge headache in the next morning if I let you drink more." He clarifies and shoves a piece of meat into his mouth.

"So, no." He mumbles while chewing.

"Oh, okay.." You placed the bottle back on the table and stare at it blankly.

Your head then felt heavy as it was swaying side to side. Your eyelids look like they could not stay open any longer. Just after you stifled a yawn, your head fell on Seonghwa's shoulder and you were fast to close your eyes. He lowly chuckled, feeling your cheek pressing onto his shoulder. He couldn't blame you for being tired as he could feel exhaustion beginning to creep into his system as well. He felt your breath playing over his neck. You were still a little shaky and he smiles, putting down his chopsticks so he can softly stroke your hair so you can rest well.

He will watch over you, he keeps an eye on you as you sleep, he is worried, of course, but he also finds it incredibly calming to watch you sleep. Your arm slackens a little as sleep finally takes full hold and he smiles at your soft sigh as you nuzzle closer. You were sleeping confidently at last and you seem happier when you sleep, a slight smile pulling at your lips before they soften again. He smiles, stroking your hair again, finding himself captivated by you.

He has always loved you deeply, but to see you so relaxed and happy, especially after such a long and rough day, is a blessing. He can't help but feel a little pride that you have learned that you can tell him anything and you can always find your comfort in his arms. He reached around carefully to tuck your loose hair out of your face, fingers lingering against the soft skin of your neck, eliciting a deep blush and awkward chirp he was thankful you couldn't see or hear.

A string of curses left his lips as he retreated too quickly, causing you to stir against him, and leaving him frantically praying you wouldn't wake up just yet. He sighed audibly when you snuggled further into his side, erupting in a wide, toothy grin. Seonghwa proudly took on the role of your guardian, back undeniably aching from his seated position which catered to your comfort, lovingly glancing at you while keeping your head steady against his shoulder.

The feel of you tucked into his side was warm, but different from his natural warmth. It was comforting, endearing, it felt like home. He then picked up his chopsticks again and continued to finish the rest of the food while letting you sleep a bit more.

"Baby, wake up, I need to go pay now," Seonghwa whispered, lightly patting your cheek.

You furrowed your eyebrows, snuggling closer while wrapping your arms around his torso and burying your face in the crook of his neck. He groans, trying to wiggle out of your embrace but you hugged him tighter, not letting him go by any chance. Seonghwa rolled his eyes and was ready to scold you but then he heard you whimpering.

"D-don't leave me too.." His lips were parted for a second before he clears his throat.

"I won't leave you. So you don't have to worry." He whispers and a tiny smile crept up your face.

He sighs in relief. "Alright, I have to go pay-"

Just then, Doctor Kang placed the receipt on the table, making Seonghwa looks at him in wonder. He then reaches for the small paper and reads the total at the bottom. He tries to get his wallet out of his pocket but Doctor Kang stopped him. Telling him that it's on him tonight. Seonghwa nodded hesitantly and thanked him but he felt a little suspicious with him.

"Right, let me introduce myself properly. I'm Kang Yeosang, but my colleague used to call me, Doctor Kang. But again, please just call me Yeosang. Nice to finally meet you in person, Mr. Park." He smiled, bowing his head afterward.

"I see.. Well, please, just call me Seonghwa. You don't have to be formal with me." Doctor Kang nodded. "If you say so, may I talk with you for a while, Seonghwa?"

"Sure, I supposed, but didn't you come here with a friend? Where is he now?"

"Oh, he's right there, sleeping as he had a lot of drinks." He said, pointing at Wooyoung, whose head rested in a way where he was looking up and his mouth was slightly opened.

"It appears that I have to drop him off at his house and give him a lift tomorrow." He'd sigh.

"Oh, seems like we're in the same situation." Seonghwa chuckles as he glances at your sleeping figure.

"Looks like it." Doctor Kang scoffed as he shook his head.

"Oh right, have a seat." Seonghwa gestured the empty seat in front of him and he sat down.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" "Well, first of all..." He begins.

Time had run away with them, and before they both knew it one of the waiters had told them it was closing time. Seonghwa and Doctor Kang hadn't noticed that almost all of the customers had left a good half an hour ago. Both of them nodded and Doctor Kang stands up first, saying goodbye before heading to harshly waking up his friend.

Seonghwa shifts his gaze from them to you, teasingly shrugging his shoulder until it made your head slipped off, jolting you awake. You squint your eyes as you glare at nothing, absentmindedly staring at what's in front of you. You slowly turn to the side and instantly met with Seonghwa's soft eyes and his precious smile.

"Who.. Who are you?" You tilted your head in confusion and he snorted.

"You don't remember me? You don't remember this face?" He asked, pointing at his face while raising his eyebrows.

"No?" "Then, take a guess." A playful smile tugging on his lips as he watched you struggle to memorize.

"A friend?" He shook his head. "Boyfriend?" He shook his head again, laughing a bit.

"Look at your left hand." He told and you did, gasping.

"It's getting late, and the restaurant is closing. Let's go home, my wife." He smiled as he stood up.

You'd yawn, shaking your head, and slapped your cheeks lightly after you stood up. Seonghwa finds it entertaining to watch you in your drunken state. You became more clingy and sticking to him like glue as both of you walk out of the restaurant. Your arm linking with his as you slowly ambling towards the car.

Abruptly, you deliver a tight hug before getting in and sit in the passenger seat. Holding his hand while he drives, silently fiddling with his fingers. You're just being too adorable for him to deal with but he loves it, seeing this new side of yours and he'll make sure to save it as valuable memories in his mind.

Seonghwa chuckled to himself as you drunkenly groaned from your position on his back, your head resting right up against his with your chin on his shoulder. He could feel the tickle of a few curls on his face, he could smell the liquor on your breath mingling with your usual scent of rose. One arm wrapped around his neck while the other hanging on the other side of his shoulder.

"My husband is handsome.. He's strong enough to carry me.."

He giggled at your sudden, slurred words as he hitched you up higher on his back for the umpteenth time, shifting his hands to get a more stable grip on your thighs as you swing your legs back and forth in the carefree manner of a child. He'd had to stop walking every once in a while to hitch you up into a more secure position on his back since the alcohol apparently affected your ability to stay put and you would begin sliding dangerously low.

"Hey~ why would you marry me, huh? Just look at me, I'm a mess, surely no one would want to walk down the aisle with a woman like me."

You'd raised a hand, meaning to softly pat his chest, but in the state that you were in now, it was more like you're smacking him. He winced but chuckled again at your confident yet ridiculous answer to your own question. His smile was teasing as he glanced sideways at you, grinning at the little pout that you gave him. He keeps quiet, gradually walking again.

"Why aren't you answering me~?" You kick your legs back and forth, making Seonghwa almost lose his balance that he had to stop walking for a moment.

"I don't remember why I marry you, can you guess?" He retorts, his tone was taunting with a smirk on his face.

"Ooh, I know! Because you love me~" You respond.

His grip on your thighs almost faltered as you turned your head and practically drawled your accusation directly into his ear. You giggled after a moment of silence, seeming pleased with yourself that you were able to catch him off guard. He blinked and turned his head to look into your eyes but he found them closed, your head lolling to one side while a content smile spread across your face. You looked so at peace that it made him smile in return, slowly making his way towards the elevator.

"Well yes, that's the perfect answer. I love you." You hummed quietly, moving your head to rest against his again.

It was a moment of silence and you tightened your arms around his neck and placed a soft kiss on his cheek, completely catching him off guard yet again. He grinned and shook his head at you, idly hoping that he'd catch you drunk more often if this was how you would be. The uninhibited affection from you had him soaring and he had to remind himself of the current circumstance. With a quiet sigh, he trekked on until he enters the elevator, and slowly reaching to press button number 8.

"I love you too, you know? You look like a very nice guy and have a pretty face.. A good proposition, posture.. Head shape, smile.. Everything, especially your voice! So soothing.."

You were quietly rambling now as you nuzzled into his neck, your words fading into barely coherent mumbles. He tried not to enjoy the sensation too much, the feeling of your warm breath and your nose trailing sloppy circles against the skin of his neck was almost maddening, but he didn't want to take advantage of you in this state. Maybe one day he'll ask your permission to...

He had to suppress a groan as his thoughts took on a life of their own, his large hands tightening around your soft thighs seemingly unconsciously. He'd thought you would be too out of it to notice but you'd put your lips right next to his ear and let out a low, soft moan. It very nearly made him lose his grip on his sanity. As if that wasn't enough, your previously dangling legs wrapped tightly around his waist as you pressed yourself into his back.

"Y/n, you're killing me here." He mumbled as he gritted his teeth.

You giggled and only pressed yourself into him more. The doors are open and with a sigh, he stepped out. Finally reaching the apartment door, he struggles to put in the code as the electronic lock kept sounding off with an embarrassingly loud beeping sound as his finger keeps pressing the wrong button numerous times.

Once he successfully put in the code, he let out a frustrated sigh. Walking in the dark and almost fallen upon trying to take off his shoes. He then made his way to your bedroom and turned to lower you down onto the queen-sized bed. The intention was to sit on the bed before slowly releasing your legs and arms, to gently lay you down, but you seemed to have your own plans.

Before he got the chance, you loosened your arms around his neck and unfolded your legs from his waist, falling to the bed with a soft thump, a squeak of bedsprings, and a comically surprised can be heard. You were laughing to yourself when he spun around to check that you were alright, the sound of your pealing laughter making him scoffed in return.

"Having fun, huh?"

You were still in a fit of giggles as he moved to the side of the bed and helped you take your sneakers off but soon quieted down as he took your sling bag out of you and pulled the covers up over you. Taking a step back and surveying the scene before him made a slow smile melt into his features. Moonlight filtered in through the gap in the curtains and gave the dim room a soft, almost ethereal glow.

You curled up comfortably, eyes closed, the quiet punctuated by your slow, rhythmic breathing. It was downright serene, the perfect mental image for him to take his leave with. As he turned to leave he was halted by the sudden tug of his hand. The touch was soft and, though it seemed hesitant, conveyed a sense of urgency somehow. Seonghwa glanced over his shoulder at you, your eyes locked onto his, drowsy but pleading.

"Stay."

The single word came out in a whisper, so low that he'd barely heard it. He leaned closer and you mumble. In that single whisper, he finally heard what you wanted to say. You needed him, maybe not in the way that he hoped at the moment, but you needed him there with you. With a small smile across his face, he shrugged off his coat and hang it nicely on your desk chair, you then slid over to make room for him to settle in.

"Oh, wait." You watched him through half-open eyes as he left the room.

If you had not been quickly losing your grip on consciousness, you would have heard him rummaging around in the kitchen. He was back in no time and placed one bottled water and a small bottle of painkillers on the bedside table before carefully slipping under the covers next to you. He could hear the soft hum that left you as he pulled you into his embrace. He could feel your warm breath against his skin as you released a sigh of contentment and nuzzled into his chest.

The feeling of having you in his arms like this felt so right. It was completely and utterly perfect and he did not doubt in his mind that this is where you belonged, with him, in your own private corner of the world. With a content sigh of his own, he tightened his arms around you and gently kissed the top of your head.

"I love you, so as Jaehun." His voice was quiet, not even above a whisper, and you seemed to have already slipped into the world of dreams. "Good night, love."

He was pleasantly surprised just after a momentary pause, you answered with a voice that matched his.

"Good night.. I love, you both too.."

[kileaderie]

Migraine: Part 7

 ∙↬ Pairing: CEO!Seonghwa x Doctor!Reader

 ∙↬ Genre: Angst, Fluff

 ∙↬ AU Selected: Arranged Marriage

 ∙↬ Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 ||

Part 6 || Part 7

Word Count: 5.3K+ Words.

Summary: Seonghwa helps you to gain confidence but somehow, Jaehun's words made you wondered and worried for some reason.

Author’s Note: I’m sorry for the long wait, I’m a bit sick at the moment but that won’t stop me from writing, lol. Warning, this and the next part would be very angsty, so be prepared, anyway, enjoy. Hopefully, the tags are working and if there’s anyone wanted to be in the taglist, just tell me.

Taglists: @treasure-hwa​ @lmhmh01​

Seonghwa casually walking to the counter, staring at the choices of delicious ice cream flavors. He pointed and asked for two cups of ice cream. He then paid, taking both of the cups in his hands, and walked towards where he and Hongjoong are sitting. He then sets the cups of ice cream in front of Hongjoong. He thanked him and Seonghwa takes the seat in front of him. Hongjoong slipped his spoon into his mouth and hummed at the taste, completely satisfied with Seonghwa's choice. Seonghwa chuckled before taking his spoon into his mouth, eating it in silence. Just then, Hongjoong realized something.

"Yah, usually if one of us asked each other to meet up, there would either be good news or bad news." Hongjoong raised a brow as he pointing his spoon at Seonghwa.

Seonghwa remains silent, only focusing on his ice cream. "Hello? Am I talking to a statue?" Hongjoong waved his hand in front of Seonghwa's face.

Just then, a small smile appeared on his face. "Thank you." He whispered.

"Huh-? What?" He lifted his head and smiled at Hongjoong. "I said, thank you."

"What the- what's that supposed to mean?" Hongjoong leaned against his chair, completely confused.

"I did it, and she enjoyed it." Seonghwa beamed and Hongjoong's eyes widen.

"You.. did.. not.." "Y-yes, yes I did." Seonghwa stutters as he recalled what happened last night.

Hongjoong stops eating his ice cream and awkwardly stares at Seonghwa. His mouth was slightly opened, completely in shock. He blinks multiple times and finally be able to breathe normally again. He then snorts and laughed loudly, making Seonghwa widens his eyes. He puts on the usual smug face he had and playfully smacks Seonghwa's left arm, making the poor boy enduring the pain with a smile.

"Aigoo~ The old Park Seonghwa I know has turned into someone new, I see." His tone of voice clearly shows he's teasing him.

"Aha.. Yeah, I guess.." Seonghwa whispered.

"Also, I've said something that made her cried this morning-" "What the fuck- Yah, Park Seonghwa-" "No, wait. Listen."

Hongjoong rolled his eyes. "Alright, continue with your explanation."

"I was encouraging her to accept Jaehun's request, you know the boy I told you." "Ah yes, then what happened?"

"Well.. Do you remember how I motivate you to marry the love of your life?" "Oh, yeah I do remember." "That's some pretty harsh memories, I gotta say." He hissed.

"Well, the longer I speak, the more tears I see and the more sniffles I heard from her." Hongjoong furrowed his eyebrows as Seonghwa sighed.

"Did it work though?" "Yes, of course." "I just got texts from her before coming here." Hongjoong nodded.

"Well, what did she send you?" "Just, about the date and time of the surgery is going to be, which is tomorrow's evening, and.. she sent me lots of cute stickers." Hongjoong scoffed and pats Seonghwa's arm. "You did good, Hwa."

"But I still feel bad for making her cry though, ugh, I think I'm becoming a bad husband." Seonghwa leaned back, staring at the ceiling.

"First of all, you got me, Kim Hongjoong, the best wingman of all time." He said, puffing out his chest proudly.

"Second, are you dumb? You're not going to be a bad husband, Hwa, more likely you won't be a bad husband." Hongjoong notified with a straight face.

"I hope so." Seonghwa sighs, taking out his phone after it buzzed.

"Well, I believe so." Hongjoong snickered.

"Oh wait, I gotta go. My secretary just texted me." Seonghwa said.

"Sure, hit me up if there's any problem." Hongjoong snapped his fingers and Seonghwa nodded, going towards his car.

You put in the code to the apartment, twisting the handle, and step inside. It was odd because the lights are still on, usually, when you come home this late, the lights are already out. As you move forward, you hear the sound of the television, you continue to walk towards the living room. Then, you saw your husband sitting on the carpet, watching the television while eating a bowl of ramen. You snickered as his eyes became round when he spots you. He suddenly choked and quickly hit his chest while coughing as he reached for a glass of water that was already on the coffee table.

He drank quickly and sighed, his eyes watering from choking on the spicy ramen earlier. You rubbed his back and while hearing you scolding him, he smiled, loving to hear your voice after a long day at work, dealing with his own employee's attitude. He then apologizes, knowing his own mistake for trying to talk to you with a full mouth. You ruffled his fluffy hair before going inside of your room, taking a shower, and changed into pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. You then went out of your room, finding him sitting on the couch, blanket on top of his lap while holding the remote.

"What are you watching?" You asked, flopping on the couch beside him.

"Hospital playlist," Seonghwa said, hitting the pause button. "Wow, since when are you interested in this series?"

"I don't know, maybe because of your job?" He looks at you with a smile. "I wanna know what you're facing every day." You scoffed.

"If you say so." You shrugged, leaning your head on his shoulder as he pressed on the play button.

You cuddled up on the couch while Seonghwa brings the blanket to cover your body as well. He could definitely see your tired face and wondered if you were able to stay up. It didn't surprise him when halfway through the episode, he heard some soft snores coming from you. He turns his head to see you being sound asleep on his shoulder. Seonghwa chuckles softly as he shifts slightly to move the blanket aside and places your head on his lap, gently as to not wake you up. He makes sure your head is resting comfortably as he wraps the blanket around you again. He'd then kiss your forehead and mindlessly play with your hair while entertaining himself by watching the television.

"We're losing him!" Wooyoung, one of the surgeons yelped as he tried to stop the bleeding.

"Doctor Yoo! Do something!" He insisted while glancing at you.

It happened so suddenly, one minute you had the scalpel in your hand and the next thing you knew, an artery was severed. Your gloved hands are covered in the blood squirting from the artery. The metallic smell of blood was almost too much for you to take at the moment, especially.. It's Jaehun's blood. The staccato beeping of the machine signified his heart rate, going lower and lower until it went to a straight line. You were shocked, making you dropped the tool on the floor, your eyes widen and you felt like your legs are frozen.

Everyone sighed, some of them groan in frustration and guilt. Just then another surgeon came from behind, placing a hand on your shoulder. Your eyes were full of tears as you took in Jaehun's body, lying lifelessly on the bed. You couldn't take it anymore, speed walking out of the room in a frenzy. You leaned against the wall, sliding slowly and sitting on the floor. You pulled your gloves off, holding and blankly staring at them. You dragged your knees closed to your chest and lowered your head against it.

Not able to hold it anymore, you burst into tears and let out an unnerving scream as you gripped the gloves. You felt some acidic bile build up in your throat but you wouldn't throw up. No, you just couldn't let yourself do that. Sniffling alone on the cold tile flooring, you then felt a soft touch caressing the top of your head. You slowly lifted your head and met with Jaehun's sad smile. He took the gloves from your hands and put them aside, brushing his small thumbs over the back of your hands while staring at you.

"Jaehun-ie.." You're beginning to get teary again and Jaehun nodded with a sad understanding smile.

He helped you to stand on your feet again and tightly hugging your legs. Suddenly, he whispered.

"Don't give up while I'm gone, noona." He said. "And it's not your fault, I love you.." Then he disappeared into dust.

"J-Jaehun! Don't leave me, please!" You shouted as you tried to catch the dust and that's when you awakened.

Your body shook and you gasped as you opened your eyes. You felt heavy and sore as soon as you've woken up, blinking a lot to get used to the unfamiliar surrounding. While gripping the blanket tightly, you felt a hand softly stroking your head. You then look up, seeing your husband's head resting against the couch. Even though his eyes were closed, his hands were still moving, making you relaxed. You lowered your gaze, sleepily staring over nothing other than the blanket you're fidgeting with.

You suddenly recalled the nightmare you were having. You whimpered and curl into a ball. You try to maintain your breathing, trying to not wake him up from his sleep, and then you carefully wipe your tears away with your sleeve-covered hand. In silence, you reach for Seonghwa's other hand and bring it closer to your face. You closed your eyes and rubs his knuckles, playing with his fingers to distract yourself from the rising anxiety. Your voice hitched as you mumbling to keep yourself stable.

"I'm okay, he'll be okay, we'll be okay.." You repeated over and over again until you've made Seonghwa awoken from his sleep.

"Baby." You heard Seonghwa's husky voice as he stares down at you.

"Nightmares?" He asked, casually shoving your hair back from your sweaty face.

"Y-yes.." You shakily answered. "I-It's.. Jaehun-ie.." You gripped his fingers tightly, earning a soft hum from him.

"Everything will be fine, it's just a nightmare, okay?" He said rubbing your cheek with his thumb and you nodded. "Okay.."

He continues to stroke your head while singing a song, making you became sleepy again. Once he confirms that you're asleep, he carefully releases his hand from your grip and shifts in his seat. He places one arm around your back and the other arm around the bend in your knees. He effortlessly lifts you and gently squeezes your legs and back, bringing your body closer to his. He lowly chuckles when you sleepily grip onto his shirt. He then carries you towards his bedroom, carefully placing you on the bed and cover your body with the blanket.

Before he walks out the door, he lazily smiles as he looks at you and goes to your bedroom. He picks up the plushies and went inside his room again, wiggling the plushies in his hands and places them down. He then hopped on the bed and smiles as he watches you peacefully sleeping while hugging them. He pulls you closer and gives a quick kiss on your exposed forehead. He pats your back and whispers a sweet goodnight before closing his eyes, proceed to sleep again.

"Baby. Baby, wake up." Seonghwa whispered as he patted your cheek.

"Come on, I've made a quick breakfast before we both going to work." You frowned and cover yourself with the blanket.

Seonghwa sighed and sits on the edge of the bed. "It's an important day, you have to get ready for this evening."

"I'm not ready.." You mumbled. "Yoo Y/n, we've talked about this." He sternly warned.

"In that dream.. I failed, isn't it a sign that the surgery won't be successful?" You questioned him including yourself too.

"I don't know if I'm capable to do it on children.." You whimper, lightly kicking around and hitting his waist multiple times.

"Ow- Okay, baby, listen." He puts his arm on his waist as a defend while the other catches your legs.

You stopped your tantrum and peek over the cover. Seonghwa sighs and shook his head, but then he kindly smiles at you. He then gets up from the bed and strolls towards the bedside table to get his phone. He then tapped an app, scrolling through it seriously. You intently watching every move he made and then he sits down, showing you the screen. You bit your lip and pouted as you read the texts you sent yesterday. You sure were confident and brave enough to accept the challenge but then again, here you are now.

"Do you think I can do it?" You look up to him and he smiled.

"Of course, 100% you could." He cooed, pinching your cheek.

"Now get off of this bed and get ready. I'll wait in the kitchen." He ruffles your already messy hair and went out of the room.

"I can do it, yes, yes I can." You whispered, gaining more confidence.

After shutting the door behind you, you saw Seonghwa sitting at the counter in the kitchen, casually scrolling on his phone. You observe his look today, his black button-up shirt neatly being tucked into his maroon slacks, he also wore a tie that matches his pants and his coat that he wears. His hair was perfectly styled, exposing half of his clear forehead. He shifts his gaze and his eyes are met with your astounded expression. He beckons you to come to him and patted the stool beside him.

You smile once more then head to the kitchen, sitting on the stool, and watch as Seonghwa gently pushes a plate for you. You thanked him for the meal before starting to dig in. He watches you with a smile on his face and frowns as he had to continue dealing with that one problematic employee. Once you're done, you noticed how frustrated Seonghwa looks. Not wanting to add fuel to the fire, you stood up with the plate and went to the sink.

You wash the plate and grabbed a cup before making a cup of coffee. You took a few glances at him as you wait for the coffee machine to finish brewing your coffee but he remains focused on the phone. You shrugged and turn around to grab a spoon, then your cup of coffee from the machine. Seonghwa suddenly coughing as he scrunched his face when he detects the smell of the freshly brewed coffee. You scoffed because of his silly expression and you drink your coffee.

Seonghwa sighs as he puts down his phone, standing up from the stool earlier. He then leaves you and sits on the bench by the front door, wearing his black oxford shoes. After a while, you sit beside him, putting on your sneakers. He got up first and takes his duffle bag, along with his other stuff. You got up first and twist the doorknob, opening the door. Yet, something stops you before you went out to leave for work. Seonghwa raised his brows as he saw you not moving, frozen at the doorframe.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He questions and heard the same mumbling you did from last night.

You sigh, feeling your heartbeat has stabilized, you turn around. Seonghwa nodded and leans down before tenderly leaving kisses all over your face. You both walked out, closing the door and used the elevator to the parking lot, and drive to your workplace. As you're driving, you stopped by at the traffic lights next to your husband's car.

You were nervously tapping on the steering as you waited for the lights to turn green. Seonghwa on the other hand was smiling as he stares at you, he then pulls out his earbuds and wore them, getting his phone out as well to give you a call. You glance at your phone and saw his name popped out, you frowned and look outside of the window. He tilted his head, gesturing for you to pick up the call. You quickly put on your earphone and answer.

"What is it, honey?" You ask, glancing back and forth from the lights to him.

"I just want to remind you to not stress too much and you can do it, got it?"

"Ah, thank you.." You turn to smile at him.

"Also, keep your eyes on the road, baby." He smirks and started to drive away.

You were watching as he leaves first and then you were surprised when the car behind you started honking, quickly you pull the gear and started to drive. You could hear him chuckling and saying he loves you before ending the call, proceeds to turn his car to the left while yours to the right. You snickered and pull your earphone off, letting it hang around your neck. You continue to make your way to the hospital, reversing your car to park at the parking lot.

"I'm ready." You whispered to yourself and get out of the car, confidently walking into the building.

You were on your way towards your office and opened the door but stop for a second when you heard someone shouted. You turn your head to see who it was and it turns out to be Doctor Jung or more comfortably called Wooyoung, walking towards you with Doctor Kang beside him. You let go of the handle and immediately bowed at them. Doctor Kang had a smile on his face as he was holding a clipboard, so as Wooyoung.

"We're heading to the surgery room to prepare some stuff, you can see Jaehun if you want to," Wooyoung informed.

"Alright, thank you." You bowed and so do they, continue to walk away.

You sigh and enter your office, putting down your bag and taking your clipboard on the desk. You did a double check, wondering if you missed anything else. Just then your eyes landed on the flowers that were inside of the flower pots and a vase that both Seonghwa and Jaehun gave. You immediately grabbed a water sprayer and sprayed some water on them, you then took a deep breath, caressing the petals as a bit of good luck before leaving again. Knocking on the door to Jaehun's room, you saw him sitting on his bed while leaning against the headboard, twirling a slightly withered flower with his fingers.

"Oh, noona." He smiles, putting the flower down in front of him. You could see how pale and thin he is now. You've heard that he didn't have the appetite to eat, and somehow that makes you worried.

"Hey." You whispered as you approach him, standing beside the bed. "So, today's the day, huh?" "Yeah, you know, I believe in you, noona." He looks up at you and his expression is sadden.

"But.. if something did happen, please, don't blame yourself." He whispers, lips quivering.

"I may not make it out alive, but it's okay, at least I'll die in your arms, right?" He snickered as a tear rolled down his puffy cheek.

"Thanks, noona, for making me feel comfortable here. You're the only one who's  always there for me.." He sobs as he bites his lower lips.

"I love you, noona, more than my own family." He sadly smiles, there and then tears were falling rapidly, so as you. "Please.. don't say that, Jaehun-ie."

"B-but if it's true that I can't get out of the operating room alive, I want noona to keep our memories, you know? The flowers I gave, please take care of them for me." He sniffles and picks up the previous flower he had.

"I have three last flowers to give you, and I have questions for each of them." You wiped your tears and nodded.

"Why do you think the color of this flower fades, noona?" You huffed, try to gain focus again. "It's.. dead?" He then smiles.

"Correct, flowers need lots of attention, sustenance, and care. Just like Love, but without those, it wilts and eventually dies." Jaehun explains and handed you the dead flower.

Then he moved to his bedside table and grabbed another flower, healthy and lovely, he then twirls it around. "How about this one, noona?"

"Healthy and beautiful." "It is gorgeous because it's starting to grow and being fond to love." He kindly observes the flower.

"I've read that a flower can't blossom without sunshine." He smoothly told and turns his head to you. "Same goes to humans can't live without love. I just have a feeling that noona's life is just like this flower, a newborn soul." You snickered at his words and he smiles.

He gestures you to hand over the flower you had and hold it beside the healthy flower. "The last question, do you see Seonghwa-hyung as this flower.." He lifts the withered one. "Or this flower?" He then lifts the other one, making your eyes widen.

"The first one shows he's a corrupted soul. Second, a newborn soul." He raised a brow at you as he waits for your answer, but you remain silent.

"I knew you can't answer this one, but it's okay." He softly smiles. "I can answer that for you, noona." Jaehun puts away the flowers and took another one out under his pillow.

"It's a half fading and half healthy flower. For me, Seonghwa-hyung is a corrupted soul for such a long time that begins to seek love after years of hiding his true identity. He once told me that he had never wanted to be loved or wanted to love someone. Then when we met again, he told me he wanted to be loved and wanted to love someone, and that someone is you, noona."

"That's why I compare his life with this flower right here because I and hyung are sometimes the same, but mine is.. more corrupted." He giggled and you were confused.

"Oh, and noona, you only have two choices, it's up to you if you want to keep it alive or let it die." He gently places the three flowers onto your palms. "Because, you may save its life, you just got to find a way to do so." He gently squeezes your other hand. "But remember, the dead flower couldn't be saved at all, no matter what you do, it won't come back to life."

You were dazed, blankly staring at your palm. Just then Jaehun let go of your hand and heard the door being opened. You then realized there is a nurse inside the same room as you and quickly hiding the flowers in your coat's pocket. The nurse then helped Jaehun to sit in the wheelchair, pushing him to have his afternoon stroll. You stepped out of the room, ambling towards your office, and sit on the office chair.

"What does he mean by his life is more corrupted..?" You stare at the ceiling. "Wait a minute.." You pull the flowers out of the pocket and arrange them on the desk.

"Healthy. Half-withered. Dead." You mutter as you leaned onto your palm. "If I'm this healthy flower and Seonghwa is the half-withered one.." You furrowed your eyebrows.

"Does that mean he equates his life with this dead flower?" You whispered in wonder.

Seonghwa reaches for a packet of his medicine from his duffel bag, takes one pill into his mouth, drinks some water, and swallows. He puts the water bottle back on the desk and he lifted his eyebrows as soon as he saw his secretary, Jongho, stood by the door. He bows first before stepping further towards him, a few files in his hands. He carefully places them on the desk and stood straight, hands behind his back. Seonghwa silently looks through the files, eventually checking the designs that his workers from the designing team have created for the interior and exterior of the new building he plans to build.

Supporting his chin on his palm, he went through pages after pages of pictures, feeling quite unsatisfied with the work. Furrowing his eyebrows, he sighed as he glances from Jongho to the files. Jongho gulped and anxiously fiddling with his fingers as he waits. Finally, a couple of designs have catches his attention, beckoning Jongho to tell the designers to go for the chosen designs. He nodded and takes the files back, bowing once again before he left the room.

Seonghwa sighs, leaning back onto his chair, and spins around as he glanced up to the ceiling. He then yawned, feeling sleepy after taking the medicines earlier. He was about to doze off but he shook his head and widen his eyes to keep himself awake. He pats his cheeks before going for his phone that was on the desk. He stares at the lock screen, it was the photo of you and him before watching a movie together. He snickered as he remembered the time when you can't find him after you're done buying the popcorn and drinks because of the crowds.

Tapping on the photos apps, he keeps himself awake by watching the videos of you and him along with the silly and candid photos he secretly took. He loudly giggled as soon as he heard your whining to turn off the camera from the video he's watching. Minutes have passed, suddenly, he heard someone clearing their throat, he glances up and was taken aback when he saw Jongho again. He was standing near the desk and Seonghwa immediately turns off his phone and puts it down on the desk. He awkwardly crosses his arms against his chest and lifted a brow at Jongho.

"Uh.. Am I interrupting something, sir?" He asks with a curious look.

"N-nothing particular." He replied, earning a hesitant nod from Jongho.

"Anyway, why are you here?" "Right, the head of our designer team wants to discuss the choices you've made, sir."

"From the way he looks, he doesn't seem quite happy about it, sir." "Tell him we'll have a meeting in an hour."

"Alright, sir." He bowed and left the room.

Seonghwa could hear the guy ranting outside, he rolled his eyes out of annoyance and sighed. Then, he stood up after taking his phone and walked towards the door. He glares at the team leader and glances at his wristwatch. He puts his hands inside of his pockets and motions both of them to head for the elevator. Jongho immediately nodded and stood up from his desk with the files, walking behind Seonghwa as they ditched the previous guy. The team leader growls in annoyance and follows them, standing at the back as they go down the elevator.

"Jongho, get the whole team in the meeting room, please." "Of course, sir."

"What do you mean the whole team will be there? I want to discuss in private!" The guy pulled Seonghwa's collar, forcefully making him look at him.

"Kang Youngsoo, do you want to be demoted?" Seonghwa calmly asked and the guy's eyes widen.

"First of all, you're making fuss outside of my office, even though I told you we could discuss later in the evening."

"Second, you're screaming at my secretary and disturbing his work."

"Lastly, you're disrespecting me as your boss." Seonghwa pushed his hand roughly and adjusted the collar of his white shirt.

After that, the elevator stops after arriving on the 5th floor, and the doors opened. Seonghwa angrily got out of the elevator, walking to the meeting room. Jongho went to the other side of the direction to get the whole team to be in the room. Youngsoo clenches his fists and speed walking to the room Seonghwa's in. He sits in one of the chairs while sending few glances at him. Seonghwa calmly pulls out his phone and sits down, sighing as he stares at the lock screen. Then he puts his phone back after the whole team members entered the room, along with Jongho who sits near Seonghwa's desk.

"Alright, since everyone is here." Seonghwa stares at Youngsoo and then back at the others.

"Let's begin the meeting now."

Hours have passed, you're currently in a meeting with the other surgeons. You nervously look at your wristwatch and in a few minutes, you'll have to be in the surgery room. You could see how bored Wooyoung is, sitting next to you while trying to balance a pen on the tip of his nose. Minutes later, all of you were dismissed, you could hear the chatters as they exiting the hall. Wooyoung stretches his limbs, approaching Doctor Kang from behind. You then reach for your phone, staring at it for a while. Then, your fingers move to type on the keyboard.

<You>

- Few more minutes until the surgery.

- Hopefully, everything went well.

You sent it to your husband, waiting for him to reply but he seems to be offline. You shrugged, he is a busy man after all. Then you heard Wooyoung's shrieked as your name spilled from his loud mouth. You shook your head and follow him and Doctor Kang. All of you walk in a different direction, making your walk separately. For barely 2 minutes, you were pacing in front of the door to Jaehun's room. You give a short knock before opening the door.

You approach the bed, there was he, lying motionlessly on the bed. You get closer towards him and try to wake him up but he didn't move. You try to wake him up again, but this time with more force. Eventually, the pain woke him up from his dead sleep. He looks confused, dragging his overly tired body up to properly sit, leaning against the headboard. His entire body was trembling, as he fought the urge to scream as if something is bothering him.

"Are you okay?" You place a hand on his forehead.

"Y-yes, but my head hurts a bit and somehow I can't breathe normally. I think it was because of how nervous I am." He weakly smiles.

"If you say so.." You whisper as you stroke his hair.

A wave of dizziness hits him as he looks up, the bright lights coming through the window triggering his sensitive eyes. His head immediately falling to his chest. His index finger pointed at the window, signaling you to close the curtains. You're worried about his condition, only less than 15 minutes and he'll be healthy again. You'd rush to the window, closing the curtain shut, making the room a bit dim.

"Jaehun-ie." You grabbed his hand, gently rubbing the knuckles.

He looks at you and tilted his head. "Yes, noona?"

"I will save you." You said, determined to be ready for what's to come.

Jaehun giggles, smiling afterward. He then nodded as he stares at you. Then, the door's opened, you turn around and saw Doctor Kang along with a nurse entered. His hands were in his pockets while the nurse was pushing a wheelchair. He then told you both it's time for the surgery. You nodded and let the nurse helps Jaehun. Getting to his feet, he ignored the dizziness and nausea as he made his way to the wheelchair. Safely seated, you followed them behind.

"Noona," Jaehun whispers as he lays on the bed and you bend down. "Yes?"

He smiles before he speaks softly. "I love you." You smile and nodded. "I love you too."

"Alright, the anesthesiologist is here, we should begin now." Doctor Kang said, patting your shoulder.

You nodded before stepping aside, letting the anesthesiologist preparing general anesthesia which is putting Jaehun to sleep. You put on your gloves and mask, taking a deep breath before facing him again, seeing all the machines hooked up to him. You swallow hard, this is it, the moment of truth. Then again, Doctor Kang patted your back, guiding you to walk towards him. He adjusted the bright surgical light straight onto the right spot of Jaehun's head.

"I will save you from the dead flower theory." You whispered.

[kileaderie]

Migraine: Part 3

    ∙↬ Pairing: CEO!Seonghwa x Doctor!Reader

    ∙↬ Genre: Angst, Fluff

    ∙↬ AU Selected: Arranged Marriage

    ∙↬ Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Word Count: 2k Words

Summary: Feeling sick after the heavy rain, Seonghwa plays the role of your husband and took care of you.

Author’s Note: To the person who commented if Seonghwa has a brain tumor from Part 2, hue hue hue just you wait, honey.

"Alright, thank you, everyone, for your amazing cooperation." One of the senior surgeons praises everyone who helped with the surgery.

You happily sigh and taking off your gloves, you thanked the other surgeons and nurses before leaving for your office. You pick up your phone off the desk and saw texts from your husband from hours ago.

<Husband>

- I'll be leaving now.

- Hope you enjoyed the meal.

You don't know if you should smile or not, the fact that he willingly accompanies you to eat lunch and then you left him alone again. You bit your bottom lip, thinking if he would be hurt because of you. You sighed and your fingers started to type on the keyboard of your phone.

<You>

- Thank you for everything today.

- I'm sorry that I have to leave you at the cafe.

You think for a second if you shall send it or not. You scrunched up your nose and press send. You were nervous, practically waiting for his response but soon, he replied. You then heartily smiled at his texts.

<Husband>

- No problem and it's okay.

- Hopefully, the surgery was a success.

- Anyways, I have something to do, you should focus on your job.

- Goodbye.

You then replied a short goodbye, placing your phone back on the desk before looking at your watch. Your eyes widen and you walked out of your office to the elevator. Going up to two more floors above you and making your way to one of your patient's rooms. You fix your collar as you walk, a cheerful smile playing on your lips. You knock on a door and slowly open it with an excited smile.

"Jaehun-ie~ Noona is here for our evening stroll!" You entered and met with an empty bed.

"Oh? Maybe he's at the garden already." You walked out of his room and head to the lobby, to the garden at the back.

You were right, you could see him sitting alone on the bench while he swung his leg. You could see his whole face lit up as he saw you coming to him. You sit beside him and leaned your back against the bench, groaning out of tiredness. Jaehun suddenly hugs one of your arms and squishing his chubby cheek onto it. His eyes glanced up to meet your concerned ones. You chuckle and tilted your head a bit.

"What's the matter, Jaehun?" You asked, stroking his hair.

"Comforting noona." He softly rubbing your arm, making you smile.

"How are you feeling today?" He asks.

"Today.. It's decent but remembering the memory of failing a surgery this morning.." You sighed. "It's all my fault.. If only I did the right decision.."

"I let them down again, it hurts my feelings." "I'm a failure but I don't want to fail again, Jaehun-ie." You let out, sadness clouded your features.

Jaehun hummed, sitting properly and carefully patting your hands on your lap. He lets you continue to talk, telling him what has made you sad and hurt nowadays even though he had heard them before. For you, Jaehun is a good listener, someone you're comfortable with to share your problems and all. Jaehun saw you begin to cry silently, he then extended a hand and wipe a few tears that roll down your cheeks.

Just then you felt something wet dropped on top of your head. The sky started to become gloomy and it begins to rain heavily. You quickly took off your white coat and cover Jaehun's head and carrying him in your arms. He wrapped his arms around your neck and your hand stayed on his head, preventing the white coat to fall off his head. You swore under your breath as the wind gets colder and you rushed towards the building.

"That was sudden-" "But fun!" Jaehun giggles and so did you.

"Oh no, noona is soaked!" "It's okay, I can ask the nurse to lend me a towel." You pull the drenched coat off of his head and put it on your shoulder.

You continue to carry Jaehun to get a spare towel, he then helped you to wipe your face and dry your hair. Once you're dried you go hand in hand to Jaehun's room. You waved him goodbye after changing his clothes and tucking him in bed. Then you turned away with a happy sigh, going to your office to rest. Just then, a man slips in through the door just after you left. He closed the door silently and padded towards Jaehun.

"Hyung. You don't have to act like a murderer." Jaehun speaks as he fluffing his pillow.

"R-right.." Seonghwa awkwardly laughs and sits on the sofa.

"Does she.. being that kind to you every day?" Seonghwa asks while raising his eyebrows.

"Mhm, always. Noona is my only best friend here." Seonghwa smiles and just nods.

"Well, I will be going now, thanks for telling me everything, Jaehun." Seonghwa stood up and pats Jaehun's head.

"Who are you to noona, Seonghwa-hyung?" Seonghwa's eyes dilated, blinking at his question.

Just then a nurse came into the room. Seonghwa bowed and moves away from the bed, letting the nurse checking on Jaehun. Seonghwa just plastered a fake smile on his face and waved him goodbye. He shakily holds the door handle and gulped before walking out. Seonghwa then quickly went to the elevator and walk out, rushing to his car that he parked outside of the building even though it's raining heavily. Seonghwa rested his forehead on the steering wheel while his hands gripping them lightly.

"I should go home, mom probably waiting."

Seonghwa took off his shoes and then shrugging off his coat, dashing to the laundry room to put his coat inside one of the washing machines. He walked out of the laundry room and stuck his nose in the air. The delicious smell has led Seonghwa to the kitchen where he saw perfectly arranged plates of food on the island counter. He then notices a small note being slipped under one of the plates. He lifts the plate and takes the note, and then promptly reads it. His mouth curved into a smile when his mother mentioned she has left the apartment to meet her friends.

Seonghwa crumbles the tiny piece of paper and throws it in the bin. Seonghwa went to take a shower first before he proceeds to eat, alone. He then washes the dishes and goes to the living room. He flinched and closes his eyes when a bright, flashing thunderstorm was displayed. He opened his eyes and saw the door of your bedroom. He was hesitant at first but his feet continue to shuffle towards your bedroom. He closes his eyes shut while twisting the doorknob and he opens his eyes as he walks in.

He ambles around and eyeing your room. It's a little messy, especially on your desk, clipboards and papers scatter on it. He got near to your desk and quietly arranging and keeps everything neat. While on that, he notices a picture frame that catches his attention. It was a photo of your first day being a surgeon, you were smiling brightly, feeling proud to actually achieve your dream to become a surgeon. Seonghwa picks up the frame and lovingly stares at it.

"It hurts to see you like this, weak and sick."

"I really wanna help you, Jaehun-ie, but I'm afraid something bad would happen."

"If only there's something I could do."

Unexpectedly, he remembered the things that Jaehun told him. His jaw tightened as he puts the frame back on the desk. In silence, he sits on the edge of your bed and realized. Your room is a bit smaller than his, well, at first he was the one who suggests sleeping in different rooms. Seonghwa then crawls onto the bed and lays down, hugging one of your pillows.

"You smell like strawberry."

Seonghwa chuckles and hugs your pillow even tighter. He drew in a long breath, taking your scent.

"And you smell like rose.." He whispered while he closed his eyes.

Without realizing it, he falls asleep on your bed, sleeping soundly as if he has found the right place to knock off.

You stepped through the front door, sneezing and coughing as you take off your shoes. It's already 8 at night and you're finally home, feeling your head heavy and spinning for some reason. Around you, the walls seem to shift, and the lights pulse. Another wave of fatigue hits you, the ceiling light seems to fade in and out as you continue to blink. You slowly move towards your bedroom, strength nearly gone. Then the door suddenly opens and you saw your husband's sleepy face.

"Were you sleeping in my room?" You asked in a faint voice, making him jolted, and went fully awake at your question.

"N-no, I just.." He stutters. "It's okay, can you move over? I have to use the shower.." You politely asked him and he just nodded.

Seonghwa stepped out of your room and you walked in, not fully closing the door behind you and you just went inside the bathroom. Seonghwa was curious, you seem weaker than when you were at the hospital. Seonghwa properly closed the door then just waited outside, sitting on the sofa and he bounces his legs. After a while, he got up and placed his left ear on the door and heard rustling, possibly you're getting ready to sleep. He nibbled on his bottom lip and went to grab his phone.

"Hello, mom?"

"Can you.. send me the recipe for your special rice porridge?"

You were half awake and you feel miserable. Your eyes are heavy and when you blink, it hurts. You're drenched in an uncomfortable sheen of sweat yet finding your feet too cold and shoving them under whatever sheets you could find by flailing your legs around. Your muscles feel strange and heavy, and frankly, you just want to curl under your blanket and sleep for a year or two.

There was a faint knock at your door that you just barely processed in your feverish state. You heard the sound of the door knocking once again but then it stopped. Then the door gradually being opened. You just closed your eyes, extremely weak to pry them open but you know it's possibly Seonghwa who came into the room.

Seonghwa's black hair peek through the entrance of the room. He carefully walked inside with a bowl of cold water and a small towel. Even in your mildly delirious state, you listened to hear the footsteps. They were light and gentle as if he tried to not wake you up. You heard him step closer to your bedside and the clicking sound of the bowl could be barely heard.

The side of your bed dipped when he sits at the edge. You let out a soft gasp and your body shivered when something cold yet relaxing being placed on your forehead. Seonghwa hushed you and continue to bring the towel down to your neck, wiping the sweats. When you try to pry one eye open, Seonghwa pats your hand and softly singing a lullaby.

"Hwa.." You whimpered, signaling him that you're awake.

"You really don't look good.." He worriedly looks at your weary face and you just hum.

"I've cooked something for you, I'll feed it to you later, and then the medicine. Please wait, okay?" You just nodded and he lovingly smiled, getting up from the bed.

He then comes back with a tray of rice porridge and a glass of water with a bottle of pills. He settled them on the desk and he mumbled your name, keeping his tone soft as to not make your pounding head any worse. You groaned as you try to sit up. Seonghwa saw your struggle and he hauled you up by the shoulders slightly, putting a pillow behind your back so you can lean against it. Seonghwa took the bowl of porridge and he sat on the edge of the bed, facing you. You just tiredly look at the bowl.

"I know you don't feel well, but you have to eat, okay?" He took a spoon of the porridge and blow it.

"Come on, just something light." You opened your mouth and he fed you, showering you with compliments.

Seonghwa was glad, seeing you eating appetizingly just soothes him. He waits for you to actually give you time to swallow. He smiled down at you, sleepy, sniffly, and hair resembling a bird's nest, yet still gorgeous as ever. Seonghwa continues to feed you until the bowl is empty. He got up to get the glass of water and a pill bottle. He handed the glass to you, unwrapping the flimsy plastic covering of the lid of the pill bottle.

"This is for your headache." He explained, twisting the lid open and pouring out the suggested amount of tablets.

You let him drop the tablets into your awaiting palm and tilt the glass towards your lips once you'd put the medication in your mouth. After sipping for what feels like an eternity, you finally give the empty glass at Seonghwa. He set the glass on the nightstand and chuckled when he saw you only blinked heavily at him and yawned, sniffling again. He helped you to lay back down in the bed and placing the pillow under your head.

"Time to sleep." He sternly demands, pushing away a few strands that stick to your forehead.

"Stay.." You weakly tug on the hem of his simple white sweatshirt when he tried to get up.

"I'll be near, don't worry." He reassured and you let go.

Seonghwa moves to cover you more securely with a blanket to prevent your fever from getting worse. He crouches to meet your gaze and sings you to sleep, gently stroking your hair. You sighed, the painkiller that Seonghwa had given you had begun to kick in, dulling down your previous headache into a faint ache and making your body feel more comfortable than before. With Seonghwa's soft touch and his honey, deep voice singing a lullaby just immediately send you to sleep.

Seonghwa then exhaled, standing up straight again and picking up the dishes to wash them. He then walked inside your bedroom again and rummages your sling bag. He takes out your phone and opens your group chat. He glanced at your sleeping figure before he started typing, telling your close colleagues that you won't be coming to work tomorrow. He turns off your phone, placing it in your bag back, and walked closer to your bed, observing your face. He furrowed his eyebrows, eyes shut tightly when he remembered your hurtful words.

"I want someone to lean onto. Someone who doesn't push me away, like you."

"You can lean onto me.. Y/n.." "I won't push you away again.." Seonghwa whispers as he sits on the couch in your room.

"You're the only one I can rely on."

"You can rely on me too.." Seonghwa leaned back, bringing his knees to his chest.

"Jaehun-ie, I'm terrified.."

"You don't have to be afraid, I'm here now.." Seonghwa fondly smiles, looking at you as a few tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Who are you to noona, Seonghwa-hyung?"

"I'm just her husband.." He sobs, hugging his legs while he buried his face onto his knees.

"But I would love to become her other half, Jaehun-ie." "I would love to.." He whimpers and closes his eyes.