#jihoon sickfic

[asheyxash]

ever heard of taking a break?

pairing: producer jihoon x reader troupe: already lovers genre(s): est. relationship, slight angst if you really really squint, fluff warning(s): like one f word in the whole thing word count: ~1.6k summary: taking care of a sick jihoon who refuses to blatantly admit he's caught a nasty cold when he's dying and struggling to breathe is not going to be easy, but you'll do anything for him, even if it means getting sick.

wanted to write this because i think jihoon is the type of person who would insist he's fine when he's not and also i MIGHT be getting sick so yeah, just a quick one that took me only 25 minutes HAHA :D

work all mine, no reposting without creds, no stealing of published work, copyrighted:D

pt 1 of jihoon short series, read pt 2, "love is the best medicine" here!

you panicked as you came from the nearby pharmacy, holding a bag full of healthy food and medicine, ready to play nurse to your sick boyfriend, only to be greeted by an empty house. jihoon had obviously gone to his studio even after claiming he would be at home lying in bed, resting. you sighed, knowing he was stubborn like that. like, if it was you, not that you wanted to be sick or anything, but if you just so happened to be down with something, you'd jump at the perfect opportunity to skip out on work, and here you had your boyfriend insisting he could go to work, yeah sure he could, with a massive headache and a 39 degree fever from this morning before you left to buy stuff, you wondered just how much progress he had made. grabbing your things, you rushed out to the hybe building, one hand full of bags for him and the other with your phone.

knocking on the door to universe factory, none other than his studio, you heard the faint sound of someone sniffling. "ji?" you whispered softly, as you heard the sound of the door click before it opened. "oh, babe, hi. what are you doing here?" his raspy voice gave everything away as you smirked, "i should be asking you that question. go home, you're obviously sick." he rolled his eyes and wiped his nose on his sleeve, "i'm fine." his congested voice did not sound, "fine" but you followed him in anyway, shutting the door gently behind you. "hoon, have you listened to yourself? you sound like a dying cockroach." you crossed your arms as he shrugged, "an interesting way to put it , but it's just a little cold. i'll be fine." "whatever, at least eat your medicine and maybe i don't know, rest or something? ever heard of taking a break?" you shoved the bag of medicine into his arms as he hesitantly took it from you. you sighed, rubbing your temples, "baby, i know you don't want to, but it's for your own good." his voice sounded terrible as he went into a sudden coughing fit, making you grimace in sympathy from just how horrible they sounded. this time, you knew it was a bad cold and there was no way you were letting him off. "lee jihoon." uh oh, the full name was out as he glanced up at you, looking sheepish. "eat and i expect you to rest. you need a break." you glared at him, your voice firm and stern as he gulped, pinching forward with a sneeze, making you narrow your eyes as if to prove your point. seeing how he wasn't budging, you smacked his thigh, "hoon, i'm serious. i'm here to take care of you, okay?" your voice softens, "you're not feeling well, i can tell. you really need to rest so why don't you take your medicine and we can go home?" jihoon groaned, "y/n, you know i love you, but i have so much to do, at least let me finish". he paused, his breath hitching as you handed him a tissue. he sniffled after blowing his nose, clearing his throat. "sorry, i said, at least let me finish writing the verses for this new song. please?"

how could you say no to him? you caved in, your tone steady, "fine, but eat your medicine first, you have a max of thirty minutes, and then we're out of here, do you hear me?"

"loud and clear." jihoon's words were so soft as you took out the medicine and spoon fed him. his whines and protests didn't stop you as you watched him like a hawk, making sure he wasn't overworking himself under your watchful eye. your gaze was fixed on the clock and him, as he worked, the endless typing on the keyboard representing every second that ticked by. you were almost certain he had struck up a higher fever, as you saw him delete and rewrite yet another sentence. okay, that was it. his fever was too high, he was probably delirious, and there was no way he was getting anything done.

you stood up, walking forward to his computer and before he could say anything, you used your hands to block his screen. "hey babe, i'm nearly done..." jihoon stopped himself with the urge to sneeze again as you pat him back softly. he sniffled, looking at you as you snapped, your words harsher than intended, "hoon, i swear, save everything. we are going home right now." you immediately regretted your sharp tongue as you pecked him on the cheek, pulling him close to you, "sorry for raising my voice, i didn't mean to get mad. i'm just frustrated you are pushing yourself when your face is plae white and you look like you might collapse of air any second so for the sake of you and me, let's go home now, okay?" to your surprise, jihoon immediately pushed you away gently as he took off his headset,. "okay, okay, but maybe not plant your lips on me when i'm sick? i don't want you to get whatever i'm battling right no....now", he sneezed in the middle of his words, for like the thirtieth time of the day as you clung onto him even more. "i don't care if i get sick, you're my priority, and besides, my immune system is strong as shit." you then flexed your muscles, kissing him on the lips, catching him by surprise.

"babe!" he lets his lips off yours as you giggle, practically dragging his ass out the door. you hung onto his arm as the both of you walked to your car, him practically wheezing and coughing the whole way. in the car, you put your hand on his forehead and immediately retracted it, "gee ji, i bet you can cook a whole ass egg on that forehead! you're burning up!" he shot you an incredulous look as you playfully flicked his forehead, mocking his words in his voice, "i'm fine"!" he huffed and gave you a pout, but when he groaned probably from his fever, your smile dropped at the sight of just how bad a cold had hit him. usually your boyfriend could get through being sick within two days, drinking loads of water and like one pill, but this time round, he was definitely suffering. as the two of you reached back to your house, you ordered him to go to the bed and lie down, and that tone in your voice made jihoon know you weren't joking. reluctantly, he trudged his way up the stairs, you were following behind him. at the last step, he stumbled slightly and alarmed, your fast reaction managed to hold him tight by the waist. "jihoon, bed, now." you pointed at the bed who looked welcoming, as jihoon's face grew red.

"i'll be up there with you shortly, let me just cook you some chicken soup first. go sleep if you can okay? get as much rest because i don't think you're fine." you then shooed him off, planting a quick kiss on his lips making him blush before skipping down to the kitchen to whip up something for your sick boyfriend. usually jihoon would complain, talk back, but this time he just listened, too tired to even speak as his body dived onto the bed under the covers. his body gave in, and when you came back up with the food, medicine, and a glass of water all prepared for him, you smiled to yourself at the sight of your boyfriend sprawled on the bed, hugging your favourite rabbit pillow like it was you. he was mumbling something in his sleep, which made you frown. as you stepped nearer him, you could hear him repeatedly muttering things like, "how did i manage to pull the world's most perfect girl? how is y/n so caring? how did the universe land me with such an amazing girlfriend? i love y/n so, so much. she can control me all day." his words melted your heart, your smile growing wider than ever before as you set the items down on the nightstand. you took a towel and wet it with cold water, before placing it down on jihoon's forehead, hoping it would lower his fever as you snuggled in beside him.

your arms were wrapped around his as you softly planted a rain of kisses on his face, before whispering, "i love you jihoon, a lot." somehow, it was as if your voice was a key to wake him up as he blinked his eyes open slowly, before looking left and right, as if in disbelief you were cuddled in right next to him. slowly, realisation hit that you were there, ruffling and playing with his hair as his weak voice made you notice he was awake, "y/n...i love you too, so much. thank you for taking care of me." you winked at him, leaning in for a kiss as he looked skeptical, "okay, but don't blame me if you get sick."

"nonsense hoon, i never get sick, i told you my immune system is strong as fuck." you waved him off, kissing him anyway, your hands wrapped around his face as you continued, "you know, i've never seen anyone who wants to work when they can call a sick day."

"maybe because i'm actually fine." he replied cheekily, although you knew he secretly adored all the attention he was getting from you. "yeah yeah whatever workaholic, ever heard of taking a break?" the both of you giggled as you hugged each other to sleep. as the two of you dozed off, you gave him one more kiss, before going into your land of dreams.

[fairyniceyeah]

💎🍚 Won't let them break your heart

Title from Rock with you (Seventeen)

Summary: Lately it felt like that was all he was to them: A producer and a unit leader. Jihoon is tired of being Woozi all the time.

CW: insecurity

Whumpee: Jihoon/Woozi Caretaker: Soonyoung/Hoshi

It wasn’t like Jihoon doubted the members’ love for him...

How could he? 

They constantly told him how much they appreciated his efforts in creating the best music for them. They never missed a chance to compliment his music itself. They provided him with warm food and a place to call home (though he was barely there). They always noted how good of a unit leader he was and Seungcheol often thanked him for helping him with his duties. They let him cry all over them whenever they sang Circles and cooed over him when he pushed them aside when they tried to shower him in affection. 

Just lately …

Lately it felt like that was all he was to them: A producer and a unit leader. Somebody they could rely on and ask him for his help.

If he was honest, he couldn’t even remember the last time he had had a conversation with one of the members that wasn’t related to their work. Rationally he knew that comeback season was always busy, always the most stressful time of the year. Nobody really had time for anything but their work. The Hip-Hop Unit wrote their raps. The Performance Unit created their dances. The Vocal Unit worked on the lyrics. And Woozi did all the music, arranging, guides, recording - all on top of the dance practices and other promotion schedules.

It had been too long since he had actually been Jihoon - not Woozi.

Maybe it was different for S.Coups and Hoshi and DK and The8 and Dino. Maybe they felt like their stage names had merged with their real personality. 

But for Woozi? He longed to be Jihoon again.

It was an honor to be Woozi, of course. To have his name attached to so many songs. To have people recognize his talent. To receive awards as a group and as a producer. To be a part of Seventeen.

But being Woozi was also dreadfully exhausting, demanding, taxing, trying, strenuous.

Just … he just wished for one day where he didn’t have to be on. One day where people didn’t expect so much of him. One day of just existing with his members. 

Nobody asking anything of him.

Thinking back - all conversations he had with his members had not only been about work but even more so about what he should do and add and change and decide and…

He was tired.

He was so so tired.

But there was nothing to be done about that. He still had to edit the sample Bumzu - who was out sick - had sent him, look over Wonwoo’s and Vernon’s raps, write the rest of their lyrics, make at least a beat for the song he had been thinking about with S.Coups, find time to meet with the Vocal Unit, record two guides and they had dance practice later. 

Well, no day but today.

With a sigh, Woozi lifted his head out of his hands where he had sat slumped over on his desk. He needed to get back to work.

💎

A knock on the studio door - hours later - pulled Woozi from his work.

He looked up, rubbed his tired eyes, rolled his shoulders and stretched. Maybe he could make himself look a bit more presentable to the visitor.

“Come in”, he called, lifting his eyebrows when he found Soonyoung entering the studio, carrying a take-out bag in his hands.

“Evening”, the older man called, smiling brightly, “I come bearing gifts. Well, food. Food and my presence are the gifts. The last even more than the first.”

Woozi laughed a bit at his chingu. “Even … wait, don’t we have dance practice in …” He looked down at his phone that showed a reading of 18:06 o’clock “... six minutes ago? Fuck, we’re late.” He rushed to his feet, the lightheartedness and teasing in his voice vanishing at once. What was Soonyoung doing here, bringing food?

“Practice is canceled”, Soonyoung said, shrugging, “relax and sit back down.”

Relieved and at the same time feeling stressed, Woozi slumped back down into his desk chair. If practice was canceled he’d have more time to finish his work tonight but they’d have to do dance practice another day and nobody knew how much work he would have at that point.

He suspiciously eyed the bag that Soonyoung still held in his hands. The members mostly brought him food as a peace offering, to lull him into compliance before asking him for another thing. It was a nice gesture for them, giving him a little in return for his efforts but Woozi had come to dread the crinkling of take-out bags. And he already dreaded what Hoshi wanted from him.

“How come?”, he decided to ask, gesturing at Hoshi to take the other chair.

“Uh, well, you haven’t read the group chat, have you?”, Hoshi countered.

Woozi shook his head. He had been too preoccupied by his work to check the chat (and the time apparently) and figured if there was something important they would come by or call.

“Well, the Hip-Hop Unit went out for lunch together. They all have food poisoning.” Hoshi grimaced and shuddered. “You missed the whole show - not much to miss though except Jeonghan-hyung about to lose his sanity but that does happen every three to four business days anyhow.”

Woozi couldn’t suppress a snort at that. Their second-oldest hyung really was a mother-hen and he assumed that the Hip-Hop Unit would not be able to live that down soon. Also Jeonghan’s pain was funny at times.

Of course Woozi felt terribly bad for the sick members and he knew that their schedules would become even worse now that things would have to get pushed back or rescheduled. There was a tiny snake of anxiety wrapping itself around his chest and squeezing. He didn’t want to imagine the stress that would soon follow.

“I assume they all went home?”, Woozi asked.

“Hm”, Hoshi said, handing him a pair of chopsticks, “S.Coups+ apartment is the place to avoid. Eat.”

“I hope you got this from a different place?”, the producer quipped, not waiting for Hoshi to answer. The dancer would not be that stupid. He hoped.

“Glad you trust me”, Hoshi replied with an eye roll and dug in as well.

They ate in silence, both preoccupied by thoughts. Jihoon sighed. He really didn’t want to keep working. He didn’t want to face all the pressure and the dead-lines, the criticism. The upper management who always had something bad to say no matter what he did.

But Woozi also couldn’t disappoint his members. He was their producer, the one who they trusted to make them successful. Without his music they would have failed a long time ago. Somehow that thought wasn’t as comforting as it could have been.

Actually, no, it created even more pressure.

What were those song lyrics?

Pressure like a drip, drip, drip

That’ll never stop

Pressure that will tip, tip, tip

‘Til you just go pop

I’m pretty sure I’m worthless

If I can’t be of service

Jihoon really shouldn’t have watched so much Disney with Vernon and Joshua.

He couldn’t hold it in anymore. The question spilled out of him like a waterfall, without any chance of stopping it, so much force nothing could withstand it.

“What can I do for you, Hoshi?”

Hoshi looked up from his food and blinked. “What? Can’t I just come here and spend time with my favorite producer?” 

Going the flattery route then - explicitly mentioning the producer title. Well, food and flattery. Jihoon hadn’t expected anything less. He put his chopsticks down, noticing that he had been clutching them so harshly it was a miracle he hadn’t snapped them in half.

Still, there was something weird about Hoshi's tone - confusion, maybe. Genuinity? 

No, he must have imagined it. Well, he knew that Hoshi genuinely liked his music. But he certainly wanted something. Woozi was sure of it.

He was tired of waiting for what Hoshi was about to spring upon him. What he would have to add to his overly full schedule. What would make him spend more time holed up here alone. What would make Jihoon disappear even more.

💎

Jihoon hated himself for losing his temper like that, seeing the pained confusion on Hoshi’s face. He shouldn’t have snapped like that. The aftermath, however, was worse still.

“Just tell me why you came, Hoshi.” He had given a long-suffering sigh.

There had been hurt in Hoshi’s eyes that Woozi had been too exhausted to even try to figure out. “I already said it. I want to hang out with you because I feel like it and I miss you. You’ve been stuck here all day.”

“Bullshit!”, Woozi had hissed through clenched teeth. “What is it? You all always come because you want something from me. A new track? A guide? Lyrics? Just tell me so I can get back to work. I’ll fit it into the schedule somehow.”

“Jihoon-ah”, Hoshi had tried to calm him down, his eyes blown wide. “I truly just didn’t want you to be all alone all day, especially since practice was canceled. Nobody has seen you all day. I promise, I really came to check in on you, see how you were doing.”

“Nobody does that”, Jihoon had whispered, staring down at his lap.

Silence held on for a couple of minutes. Woozi really tried to get his breathing under control. It was too fast, too harsh, too shallow. Everytime he tried to breathe normally it got stuck in his throat. He looked at his hands which were shaking in his lap. Or maybe it was his shoulders? His whole body? He didn’t know.

There was the taste of salt on his lips.

💎

That was it. Hoshi was leaving. Leaving him alone. Leaving him to his misery and his shame.

But instead of moving away the footsteps came closer until Jihoon could spot the washed out sneakers that Soonyoung loved to death. 

A hand came to rest on his knee as his best friend knelt down in front of him. Stubborn, Jihoon refused to look at him. He didn’t want to look at Hoshi, not after exploding so rudely on him. They were all stressed. They were all preparing for a comeback. Snapping at each other was something that was something that S.Coups pretty quickly had made sure was not tolerated and needed apologizing. Jihoon didn’t think that he could get any words out if he tried, not even apologetic ones.

“Jihoon-ah, look at me”, Soonyoung commanded quietly, his voice giving no room for argument. But Jihoon couldn’t do it. Couldn’t face more pressure, more requests, more asks. 

When he didn’t move his head and it became clear that he wouldn't, Soonyoung sighed. It didn’t sound annoyed like Jihoon had imagined it would, but … sad? He couldn’t make sense of that. 

The hand Soonyoung didn’t use to keep his balance on Jihoon’s knee moved upwards towards Jihoon’s face. Rationally Jihoon knew that Soonyoung would not hit him. None of the members would. They would protect him if anybody tried. Yet - Jihoon couldn’t help but flinch.

Soonyoung let out a whimper like a wounded animal and immediately retreated his hand. “Baby? Hoon-ah?”, he asked breathlessly, “what’s going on? Has somebody been hurting you?”

Jihoon immediately shook his head. Nobody had. Just … their behavior.

“I need you to speak with me, baby, so I can be sure”, Soonyoung whispered, “please tell me if somebody hurt you. Even if it’s just a tiny scratch I’d want to know.”

“No”, Jihoon breathed out, “nobody has hurt me.”

“I’m so happy to hear that, baby”, Soonyoung said, the relief evident in his voice, “is .. is it okay if I touch you?”

Jihoon shrugged, nodded.

“I know speaking is hard but can you confirm this verbally for me?”, Soonyoung requested. His voice was so gentle, so patient that Jihoon wanted to cry. Actually, had he even stopped?

“Yeah”, he mumbled and slowly Soonyoung brushed his long hair that had created sort of a halo around his face behind his ear. His thumb came up to wipe under Jihoon’s eyes. Maybe he was still crying. Maybe Jihoon should be concerned that he felt so detached that he couldn’t tell if he himself was crying.

Gently, leaving him the possibility to stop the movement, Soonyoung lifted Jihoon’s head so he was finally looking at the older. Jihoon gasped when he saw the pale, tear-streaked face of his best friend.

“Why are you crying?”, he asked already half-way into turning around to search for tissues.

“Why am I crying?”, Soonyoung asked incredulously, gripping into Jihoon’s hand to stop his movement, “why wouldn’t I be crying? I came here to spend some time with you only to find out I have been a terrible friend and neglected you.”

That finally stopped Jihoon’s frantic attempts to find tissues - he knew it was hysterical looking for tissues but he didn’t know how else to help. But now? 

Jihoon didn’t want Soonyoung to blame himself for something Jihoon was overreacting to. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry”, he whispered, “I … don’t know what came over me. You have been an amazing friend. You are an amazing friend. I don’t know why I reacted like this, I’m sorry.”

Soonyoung lifted his hand again to rest it against Jihoon’s burning hot cheek. He smiled up at him, the smile looking incredibly sad. 

“Hoon-ah, stop apologizing. I … I don’t … I. I don’t know how to say this. But how would you feel if you found me dancing all day every day and you just wanted to hang out only to have me expect you to burden me with even more choreographies even though I clearly was already stressed?”

“I’d feel awful, you should rest! And … I’d hate myself for making you think you were only valuable for your productive outpu … oh”, Jihoon replied, voice going quiet as he realized.

He hadn’t wanted to put Soonyoung in this position. But he couldn’t deny what conclusion Soonyoung’s mind had jumped to. What true conclusion his mind had jumped to.

“See why I am so worried?”, Soonyoung asked, his voice very gentle.

Jihoon nodded, hesitantly. He didn’t want to admit it but it did feel good to finally unburden his heart. His eyes began to water again and his throat felt tight.

“Soonyoung”, he whispered, “I am so tired.”

“I know, baby. I know. It’s okay. Rest your weight on my shoulders now.”

With a cry, Jihoon fell forward off the chair, knowing that no matter what, Soonyoung would catch him.

💎

“Tell me what’s on your mind, Hoon-ah”, Soonyoung asked, tipping his index finger against Jihoon’s temple.

It was some time later, Jihoon didn’t know how much. He’d cried in Soonyoung’s arms on the floor of his studio for so long, sobs leaving his body until he physically couldn’t cry anymore. Once he had slumped over, completely spent, Soonyoung had carried him to the couch in the corner of his studio. He’d sat down Jihoon in his lap, something the younger would have protested in any other situation. For now it felt like he couldn't ever let go of his best friend ever again. From how tight Soonyoung held him, Jihoon doubted there were any such plans in the future.

At Soonyoung’s question Jihoon exhaled. It was strangely loud in the quietness of the studio. He didn’t know how to explain without making Soonyoung cry again. He most certainly didn’t want that. The older had cried along with him, though focused on comforting Jihoon and holding him tightly.

“It’s stupid, really.” Now that everything had died down, the volcano in him had erupted, Jihoon was embarrassed. Soonyoung had come to have a good time and instead Jihoon had ended up using him as a tissue. 

“It’s not stupid if it has you this frazzled”, Soonyoung insisted and then more hesitantly: “You didn’t expect me to actually come to spend time with you. You thought I would just drop by with a new request, a new task on your already crazy schedule. We have been doing that a lot, haven’t we?”

“I mean … I guess?”, Jihoon asked, playing with the strings of Soonyoung’s comfy hoodie. His head hurt and he didn’t necessarily feel like having the conversation. He’d rather just stay here with his head resting against Soonyoung’s shoulder and just not have to work for a while. “Not too much. Just with all the other stuff I have to do and Bumzu out sick. It’s stressful right now. A small request here and there isn’t too bad.”

“Unless it’s twelve small requests upon your already insane workload, am I right?”, Soonyoung stated more than he asked. 

Jihoon shrugged. “I mean, it’s my job, right? I shouldn’t complain.”

“Your job is to be healthy above all. Yes, I know you have a lot to do with all the producing and everything else that comes with a comeback but not at the cost of your mental health. It’s not your responsibility to lighten our workload. It’s not right that your first thought when somebody comes in here is that they want something from you, not just you. I’m sorry you felt like this, like we only want you for your creative output. You are an amazing person, worth spending time with outside of work. So worth it.”

There definitely was a blush on his cheeks now, Jihoon was sure. He was glad nobody else was there to witness that. 

But Soonyoung wasn’t finished: “It’s okay to say no, you know? It’s okay to set boundaries.”

That was the problem of it all, wasn’t it? Woozi had never learned how to set boundaries. He had never needed to. Besides - what was he if not their producer?

“I … I’m scared, I think”, Jihoon admitted, “I know you love Woozi. I know you appreciate what I do. I am proud of what I do. It’s just … I have always been Woozi. Always been the one producing, the one in the studio, the one you all could rely on to make music. If Woozi makes a mistake, slips up, it might cause our downfall. I think … I think I forgot how to be Jihoon during this.”

Soonyoung gasped, like Jihoon had physically hurt him. Then he wrapped his arms around Jihoon tightly again, holding him in a comforting embrace, and pressed a kiss to his temple.

“Jihoon-ah. Jihoon-ah, I am so sorry I never realized how much all of this affected you. All the fear and pain you carried with you. I’m sorry we never showed you we loved Jihoon as well. Much more than we could ever love Woozi.”

Jihoon just buried his face in Soonyoung’s neck and breathed in. For the first time in a long time it didn’t hurt. He wasn’t afraid anymore. Soonyoung said the truth, he always did with matters of the heart. Jihoon had no choice but to believe him.

“Thank you, Young-ah”, he whispered, “thank you.”

“It’s alright, Jihoon-ah. We’ll get this fixed. I promise the members all love you for who you are - not your music, not your talent. For that, of course, too, but first and foremost because you are our Jihoon-ah, okay?”

Jihoon nodded. He was so tired. His eyes slipped shut against his will.

“I’ll speak with S.Coups-hyung to reduce your workload and address all this - well, as soon as he is able to keep his head out of a bucket for longer than a few minutes. We’ll find solutions to all your problems and we’ll help you where we can. You don’t have to do this alone. We’re Seventeen - we'll face this together. You can rest now, love.”

Jihoon closed his eyes and he slept.

Notes: Fun fact, this is actually my second SEVENTEEN fanfic I wrote. I just never got around to posting it... anyways, nearly a year later, here it is!

Masterlist links: Fairy's Full Masterlist Fairy's Masterlist - SEVENTEEN

[celestialsoyeon]

I was the one who requested the Woozi fic and I loved it! I hope you decide to write more often because you do it very well 🤩💖

I would like to order another one if you have time 🫶🏻

Maybe now Dino with a stomach virus being pampered like the baby from Seventeen 🥺

Hiii! I'm glad you liked it! I intend to try and post more often, thanks for the compliment! 💖

Of course! I'll give you a Dino-centered fic where he's being pampered by the other members!

Summary: It's winter and Dino gets sick, a quite bad stomach virus. But he doesn't have to handle that on his own, he has 12 brothers to take care of him.

wc: 1,68k

contents: vomiting, fever, crying/whimpering, fluff

Sickie: Dino (Lee Chan)

Caretaker: All the other members, specifically Vernon

After spending the day practicing, Chan had wanted to get some fresh air. He walked around the city, covered in a blanket of snow. It was very cold, but Chan didn't care. He needed this moment of solitary respite.

He walked for hours, stopping in a street-food stand to get a little snack. As he went back home, he felt a bit weird, but didn't think much of it.

Maybe he was just tired. After all it had been a grueling day of practice. Sleep would probably help. He still decided to talk about that to Soonyoung, who offered to either stay with him all night just in case. He refused, knowing the dancer was exhausted.

"No, it's fine.. If I don't feel good I might just wake Vernon up. He can take care of me if needed.. I think I can handle that on my own though."

"Alright, if you want it like that it's fine by me. Just make sure to rest well, okay?"

Chan nodded. His stomach was hurting a bit but he put on a smile and walked back to his room. He would try to sleep a bit before eating. At least he would try to.

He slept for an hour before Vernon came to wake him up.

"Channie? Come on, you need to wake up. You need to eat a bit.."

Chan opened his eyes, with great difficulty.

"Hyung.. I wanna sleep.. I don't feel good.."

"Oh baby.. I know you feel sick, Soonyoung told me.. But you still have to eat.. Your body needs energy to get better.. You should at least try to eat something. If you wanna eat in bed, I'll bring you your meal."

"I wanna stay in bed..."

"Okay, I'll bring your meal in and stay with you."

"You should eat with the others.. you're gonna get sick too.."

"I don't care. I'm not leaving you alone right now."

He even decided to text Soonyoung to help get the meal, really not wanting to leave Chan's side. Not when he was sick like that. Soonyoung arrived a few minutes-if not seconds- later, a tray full of food and drinks in his hands.

"Enjoy your meal guys. Do you want me to stay with you? I'm done eating anyway."

Chan shook off his head.

"You were supposed to spend the evening with Seokmin and Seungkwan, weren't you? I don't want to change your plans."

"They'll understand. And if anything, they'll even want to come keep an eye on you. You know how Seungkwan is when it comes to our health.. especially since last year."

"But.. It's nothing.. i'm just a little sick.. I can sleep it off. You should go have fun with them. And it's not like I'm on my own. The other members will help me if I need and Vernon probably won't leave my side..

"You really don't need to stay there last minute instead of enjoying the few hours of fun you can have with them. Don't worry about Chan, I'll take care of him." Vernon said, his voice gentle but firm.

Only hearing Vernon's tone was enough for Soonyoung to understand that none of them would let him stay when he could finally enjoy a few hours together with Seokmin and Seungkwan, whom he was very close to.

It had been months since the last time they had the chance to spend time together outside of work. The last time they went out was when Seungkwan came back from his hiatus. So if he didn't enjoy this evening, Soonyoung knew he was going to be mad at himself for months for ditching his friends last minute like that, even though they would not be mad at him.

If anything, Seungkwan would just get worried about Chan's health and would ask that he gets checked out properly. He would never get mad at Soonyoung for taking care of a member who needs it.

Soonyoung ended up leaving the room, leaving Chan in Vernon's care, not without pressing a small kiss to the younger member's forehead.

"Your forehead feels warm. You might run a fever and if it's the case, I count on you to take your medication. Rest well, Channie. We'll be back before you know it, and you can call any of us if you need okay? No one will be mad at you if you ask us to come back home."

Chan nodded and closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep. Vernon stayed near him, laying on his bed and reading a book while Chan was resting. He was keeping a close eye on him, in case he needed anything. The youngest slept for a few hours, but a bit after midnight, he woke up feeling even worse than before. He called out for Vernon, who immediately came to his side.

"Channie-ah? What's wrong? What do you need?"

"Nonie-hyung.. I think I'm gonna throw up.. I don't feel good.."

"Hold on, I'mma get a bucket for you. You can't get up and go to the bathroom like that."

He sprinted out of the room to get Chan what he needed, meeting Wonwoo who was still in the living room, playing games with Mingyu.

"Vernon? Is there something wrong?" the oldest asks, surprised to see Vernon like that. He paused his game, looking at Vernon with confusion.

"Chan's gonna throw up. He's not feeling well. I'm getting him a bucket so he doesn't make a mess on himself.. He's probably unable to get up and go to the bathroom given the state he's in."

"Oh.. Do you need us to help you? We don't mind." The oldest says, his voice showing a hint of concern.

"I think I can handle that on my own. I just need to get this bucket to him before he throws up all over himself."

"Okay. Just know you can call us if needed."

"Thanks, hyung."

Vernon smiled reassuringly, and dashed back to Chan's room. But when he arrived in the corridor, he heard a small thud and little cries.

"Oh no.."

He ran to the room, hoping it was no big deal. He froze when he saw Chan on the floor, curled up and crying near a puddle of sick. He approached him carefully and helped him back to bed.

"It's okay Channie.. I'm going to take care of everything, just rest. If you feel like throwing up again, the bucket is on the side of the bed okay?"

The youngest weakly nodded. He felt even worse than before. And it was something he hated. He wanted to be independant and reliable, and the fact that he was now bed-ridden and having his fellow members taking care of it was kind of humiliating to him. He wanted to be see as strong and dependable, not as a baby they needed to take care of.

Vernon seemed to sense his inner turmoil. He halted his task to look at him softly

"It's alright Channie. Just rest. It's not your fault if you're sick. Just let me be a good hyung and take care of you until you're doing better okay? I just want you to be safe. No one will be mad at you because you're sick okay?"

The youngest nodded once more.

Jihoon, alerted by the commotion, came into the room.

"Is everything okay? I heard someone crying.."

"It's alright Jihoonie, Channie's a little bit sick but I'll handle it. it's no big deal."

"Okay.. take care then. I'll be right there if you need anything. I probably will go to bed very late anyway.

"As always Hoonie.." Chan tried to joke a weak smile on his face.

"Yah, you both~ I'm still your hyung you know that-"

"Yup, but we don't care~" Chan says, trying to lighten the mood. He didn't want anyone to worry about him.

Jihoon laughed slightly. He was glad to see that Chan was still able to laugh even when being sick. Vernon finished cleaning up the mess and sat by Chan's bedside.

He smiled at him and carefully took his temperature.

"Damn.. 39°C.. You need to rest well and take a bit of medication. You have a quite high fever, Channie-ah."

Chan looked a bit out of it and sleepy.

"Come on, Channie, stay awake for a while longer, I'll give you the medication."

He hadn't said anything else yet that Jihoon was back with a glass of water and some fever-relieving medication.

"Make him take this and make sure it stays down so it can take effect." He said, his voice showing a tone of a concern he didn't really show.

Vernon nodded and gave the youngest the medication, along with some other so that he doesn't throw up more. Chan takes it then falls asleep. Jihoon stays for a while longer, humming a soothing melody whenever Chan got agitated or woke up.

Vernon didn't sleep at all that night, even after Jihoon went to sleep advising him to do the same. He would get scolded by Seungcheol, Soonyoung and Seungkwan if they were to know about that, but what they ignore can't hurt them, right?

And the next morning, Chan was already doing better, so he knew he would be able to sleep peacefully.

Anyway, the others would all take care of Chan for as long as he needed. So he could fall into a deep slumber, not worrying about him anymore. He was in good hands. He texted Seungcheol to explain the situation, before going to sleep. The leader had been sleeping early the previous day and might not know what had happened, unless Jihoon told him. But for now, the only thing Vernon wanted was to get some rest. He'll handle the rest later, when he was a bit more rested. He was in no state to handle anything anyway.

He slept for hours. When he got up, Chan was next to him.

"Slept well, Sleeping Beauty~?"

"Yah, go to rest, you're not fully healed yet~ and quit rizzing me, Seungkwan and Wonwoo will get jealous~"

Chan just flashed him a small smile before settling back in bed. They would both rest. Both of them could use it.

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     [fairy of shampoo] or, how tws would be when you're sick

 PAIRING : ot6 x reader! GENRE : fluff CW/TW : reader is sick WC : 0.3k  SUGGESTED 🎧: fairy of shampoo, dosii XOXO : inspo really be hitting only when  im sick huh. shoutout my 4th sickfic fic + [m.list]

these guys would be super careful and wear a mask to not catch anything while they're taking care of you. would be more than willing to run to get you meds from the pharmacy, tissues, heat packs or the any snacks you're craving from the convenience store at quite literally any time you ask it of him from dawn to midnight. (you wouldn't even have to ask honestly, he'd just know.) he'd go into full male wife mode - cook for you, clean for you, everything. + would not be super physically affectionate (unless you specifically ask for it) but!! would give the most comforting forehead kisses (w the mask on! we stan a cautious king; can't have him falling sick because he needs to take care of you <3) °˖➴ [DOHOON, YOUNGJAE, HANJIN]

unlike the ones above, these guys would be just so, so clingy. would order everything you need/ask for online bc they're definitely keeping you wrapped up in their arms 24/7, cuddling w you and peppering you w kisses all over (unless ofc, you specifically tell them you're not comfortable being touched at which point they'd give you space but still ensure that you don't move an inch out of their sight). would nawt be wearing a mask Despite that and when you voice out your concerns over them getting sick would just say "oh c'mon baby,.. pretty boys don't get sick >.<" +++ 99% would get sick right after LMFAO °˖➴ [SHINYU, JIHOON, KYUNGMIN]

bonus : lowkey this one would be a mixture of both :P would order stuff but run outside to buy things too. he'd actually be super careful at first but then end up slipping and kiss you or something and then get sick right after </3 y'all might need to get someone else entirely to look after n take care of you both ..... °˖➴ [TAESAN]

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Author's Notes

Hi there! @pinkskiddo (my lovely editor) and I have always joked about sickfics and such, and today I decided to do that! I hope you enjoy <3

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In Sickness and In Health

Jihoon refused to let you take a look at him properly that morning. And he refused to give you any type of kiss.

He went off to Hybe to work on some music with Bumzu and Seungcheol, something about a new comeback. They had plenty of time but he had some ideas- but you stopped listening when you noticed the slight flush to his cheeks that he waved off as he went out the door. 

You could feel the slowly creeping exhaustion through the bond halfway through your workday at home, typing up some translations for your company. Maybe it was from the tour high come down, maybe it was the cold weather and how much he was working, but you knew exactly what was happening, even if he didn’t want to admit it. 

Jihoon was getting sick and you’ve never seen him sick before outside of a sore throat on tour.

You grabbed your phone beside your keyboard, sitting back to take a moment to text him 

[To Hoonie 12:26PM] I know what you are hiding

There was a good chance that he wasn’t going to reply soon depending on how consumed he was in his work, which was likely. Once Jihoon texted you back three hours after you asked what he wanted for dinner, only to tell him he was shit out of luck and you ordered take out. He showed up with more food and dessert from a cafe down the street that you loved. You accepted the not-apology apology. 

You returned back to your work, continuing to feel that run down tiredness course throughout your body as if the feeling was your own. While it wasn’t hindering, your brain was telling you that you were tired, and you definitely should take a nap, which you couldn't do with the work you wanted to get done. You still have four and a half hours of work to go. 

An hour passed, then another, and another of nothing heard back from your soulmate, so you switched to the next best options.

[To CheoCheo 3:35PM]  Two things  Where is my soulmate? And can you tell he is sick? 

You were so happy that Cheol had a sense of touching grass when he replied back a minute later. 

[CheoCheo 3:36PM]  Two answers He said he was going to work on his own for a bit so Bumzu and I left. I peeked in a few minutes ago and he passed out on the couch.  He is definitely sick 

You groaned, leaning your head back to your chair, rolling your eyes back.  

Glancing at the clock, you technically didn’t take a proper lunch break, you could take it now and get over to Hybe…

Your face twisted and you clocked out for your hour lunch, lucky to have such a long time, and started to gather a few items to leave the house. Texting Seungcheol, you let him know you’d be on the way in a few, thanking him for answering your text unlike your soulmate. You grabbed some medicine from the bathroom cabinet to shove down Jihoon's throat if you had to. The taxi you ordered on the way downstairs was waiting out front when you stepped outside, sighing quietly as you watched the buildings fly by. 

Seungcheol, even though you didn’t need it after entering the building a thousand times, was waiting at the entrance, a smirk on his face, now masked. 

“If he is getting sick, he is getting sick sick, so you should probably put on a mask too.” Cheol led you to the elevator, pulling one from his pocket and handing it over to you. 

“What’s the point? I live with him and will probably get sick either way.” 

You could see his smile behind the mask, but you understood his precaution, you just knew that almost no matter what, you’d be joining him in the illness gang. You still took the mask and pocketed it for now. 

“Let me know how is it? And try to take him home.” 

The elevator doors slid open, the dark gray walls staring back at you. 

“Will do, I’ll see you later.”

You made your way down the almost never ending halls, taking a few turns, waving at a few Pledis staff, before you came to the half frosted glass wall of Universe Factory. Jihoon’s second home as he liked to call it now that you’ve made a home together. You could feel the pull of your soul, needing you to get closer to him.

The lights were off and the blinds were closed upon peeking in and you could clearly see the lump of a body under the weighted blanket on the couch. 

Heaving another sigh, you used your key to get into the studio, keeping quiet as you dropped some of your things on the desk counter. Your bond hummed with each step closer, sitting yourself on the edge of the couch gentle, not wanting to disturb him. Jihoon didn’t stir, but you peered over to see his still flushed face – maybe even redder – facing the back of the couch. 

“Oh…” You sighed through your nose, reaching over to place the back of your hand against his forehead, feeling the feverish warmth seeping into your skin. He was really warm, the thick blanket wasn’t helping. 

“Jihoonie…” Shaking his shoulder, you heard him grumble, curling in on himself, eyes still closed. “Come on, wake up. You have a fever.” 

It took a moment for him to roll onto his back, a childlike sniffle heard as he sucked in a breath through his nose, clear to anyone how stuffed his sinuses were. Jihoon looked up at you, eyes a little glassy, definitely a lot worse than he was hours ago, but it didn’t surprise you. 

“What time is it?” His voice sounded scratchy, another sniffle as he took in another breath, only to be let out with a cough into his arm. 

You looked down at him with sympathy, pushing his hair back, feeling how clammy his skin was. “It’s almost four-fifteen. Let's go home, you don’t look or feel good.” 

He seemed to be processing the words before a tired, half-hearted nod came and he started to sit up. You helped him, moving the blanket off of him but a violent shiver wracked through him, a testament to the fever trying to sweat the illness out. He quickly pulled the hood of his sweatshirt up, shoving his hands into the pocket to keep in the warmth. 

You got up to grab the medicine you brought, bringing over the half empty water bottle with it for him to down the pills. When they were offered, he stared at them with a childish pout but took them when you sat down, slouching forward to rest his head on your shoulder, a series of short, rough coughs that he covered with the cuff of his sleeves to his mouth leaving him. 

“You need to put a mask on and I can call us a taxi to go home.”  You don't know why you whispered the words, gently stroking his short hair, providing some comfort. 

He gave a nod, barely lifting his head to meet your eyes. It took a moment for him to clear his throat and speak again. “Do we have soup at home? My throat hurts.” 

You wanted to give him a little kiss but he coughed again. 

“No, but I can either make some or order some. Ordering would be faster.” 

“Can you make it? Yours is the best.” 

You could feel a small bloom of fondness in your soul and you gave him a kiss to the forehead, not bothered by the sweat there. “It's going to take a bit but I can. You can sleep while I make everything.” 

“Thank you, Ru…” 

His head bobbed, as if he was keeping himself awake, and you stood, helping him up, helping get his shoes on, and collecting his things. You had to fight him a bit for the mask, placing your own on, but he settled when your hand rested in his, fingers lacing together. You texted their manager instead of ordering a taxi, knowing it'd be easier to get home with a sick Jihoon, and made your way out of the studio after checking you had everything. 

His manager met you at the elevator, mask on, standing on the other side of the elevator the whole way down. He asked if you guys would need anything, but you didn't want to worry him, shaking your head. Jihoon was plastered to your side, head once more resting on your shoulder, hand held firmly in yours despite the fleeting strength that went the sicker he got. He'd need some cold compresses for his forehead, but a hot shower to maybe help break the fever before that. 

The drive back was quiet, thankfully, and you bid the manager farewell, telling him you'd keep him updated on your soulmate's condition. He said he was available, or any one of the managers were available, if he needed to go to the hospital, and you thanked him, both hoping it didn’t come to that.. 

Jihoon swayed with each step to the apartment door, barely making it to the couch before he face-planted down onto it. 

“No, no, you need a shower first, then bed, and I can make soup.”  You hurried over after closing the door, seeing the tired pout he gave when he turned his head. 

It took some coaxing to get him up and into the shower, which turned into a bath and you sitting on the ground beside the tub, making sure he didn't fall asleep. He washed up slowly and you ended up running your fingers through his hair with the shampoo, joking quietly that he was a cat when he leaned into your touch. The bond sang full of yearning at each loving, caring touch. Jihoon thanked you between coughing fits, and apologized that you were probably going to be sick too at some point. You eased his worries as you helped him out, wrapping a towel around him and rubbing his hair down with another. He let you blow dry his hair, sitting patiently in fresh clothes so he didn't sleep in wet hair. 

When you finally made it to the bedroom, Jihoon crawled under the blankets, asking for you to stay, but you needed to cook and he needed to sleep. He held your hand, huffing out a breath before he settled in, releasing you from his hold. You rushed to get him a cold towel for his forehead, making sure he was alright before making your way to cook. 

The soup was a recipe his mom had showed you, but you added your own little tricks to make it yours. It was hearty and full of flavor, a staple now that the weather was frigid and the wind chill even worse. You peeked into your room every once and a while, changing the water on the towel and checking his fever. Never once did he stir and you were glad he was resting.

You sent an email to your boss that you'd make up some of the work you missed, laptop on the kitchen island as you translated more documents between the soup steps, which ended up being a lot. 

“Ru?” 

  Your head whipped around as you stirred the pot and your heart melted to the floor. 

Jihoon, bundled up in your thick comforter that rested on your bed, waddled into the kitchen, right up to the island. He didn't look much better, his eyes were still glassy and his skin sickly pale. You stepped around to him, placing the back of your hand to his forehead, the fever still running rampant but at least it didn't get worse from what you could tell. Maybe a thermometer would be better than your hand. 

“You should be in bed, ‘Hoonie.”

“You weren’t there.” He leaned into your hand, only for you to cup his cheek, your thumb smoothly running over his skin. “I missed you.” 

Your lips spread into a tender smile. “I miss you all the time, Jihoonie. But you should be in bed, you are burning up.” 

“Come to bed.” He took your hand from his face, giving it a light tug, wanting you to follow. 

Peering over your shoulder, you had the soup almost ready, the noodles were nearly done… 

Looking back at Jihoon, he had such a mopey look in his eyes. “Please?” 

There went your heart again. 

“Go sit on the couch, I’ll get us some soup and we can eat then go to bed. Is that okay?” 

Giving a nod, Jihoon let your hand go, wobbling his way over to the couch, sitting at the edge closest to the kitchen and watching you drowsily. With haste, you started to grab bowls and spoons, along with your well loved serving tray, and made sure it was all okay before dishing out the soup. The smell was enough to have your stomach gurgling and having an unadulterated gaze in Jihoon’s eyes. 

You both sat and ate, curled up side by side, Jihoon, once again, thanking you all you’ve done. You got up to get him another dose of medicine, this time more willingly taken, drowned out by the soup as he finished it off. Usually, he went for a second serving, but he only sat until you were done, letting you push the dishes in the sink and move the soup into a container to rest in the fridge. The moment you were done, he was dragging you to bed, curling himself up into a ball against your chest, arms wrapped around your middle. He whispered an ‘I love you’ before his eyes closed and he drifted off. You kissed the top of his head, making sure the blankets were tucked tightly, warmly, around the both of you.

Jihoon ended up being sick for five days. He was semi-conscious on the second and third day, the fever spiked, he lost most of his voice, and you were terrified about taking him to the hospital. He refused to even consider it and slept through all three meals of the second day. Luckily, by the beginning of the fourth day, his fever broke, but he was still coughing and oversleeping. You had barely slept, the bond feeling flat and fluttery, which didn’t help your anxiety even if you were at his side the whole time. On the fifth day, he had more energy, still taking it easy and his appetite was back, which calmed you. He helped clean up the mess you both ended up making, changing sheets on the bed now that he was feeling better. 

On the sixth day, you started to feel bad. 

The tightness in your chest, a cough that was fine one minute and the next you were hacking up a lung, and spiking a fever wasn’t how you wanted to spend your Saturday but there you were. Jihoon, at first, did laugh, but quickly shifted gears when he realized how bad you were feeling through the bond. 

“This is all your fault.” You coughed, voice raspy and strained. “All your fault.”

He sat beside you in bed, your head in his lap, brushing the hair from your face. “Yep, I’m the worst.” 

He did everything you had done for him, bringing you soup he made – thanks to his mom’s recipe and your cooking lessons – making sure you took all the cold medicine, and providing himself as a personal heater through the worst of your fever spikes.

When the rest of Seventeen heard of the sick train between Jihoon then you, a few came by to drop off food, which was helpful with you being sick for longer than him. Jihoon never left your side since the group was on a short ‘vacation’, and you had his undivided attention when awake. You were pampered, cuddled, and – despite you telling him no – kissed each day. He brought his computer to the bedroom to work on music, letting you hear every melody that he was creating and helping him with some of his English lyrics when you were awake. 

“This sucks.” You were pressed into his body, face hidden in his shoulder, fever finally breaking for the first time all day. “Thank you for taking care of me.” 

“Of course I would take care of you, Ru.” Jihoon placed a kiss on your head, pulling you close. “I vividly remember saying something about in sickness and in health, blah blah blah, ‘as long as you both shall live’.” 

“I’m tired.”  “Then sleep, I’ll be right here when you wake up, always.”

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Xu Minghao x GN!Reader

Genre: sickfic, fluff.

Word Count: 8k

Warnings: adult language. food mentions. mentions of death/funerals (no one even comes close to dying though). a very bad case of the common cold.

[Series: Serenity Street 17] The heating in your apartment is broken and the landlord is not in a rush to fix it. By the time you gather the courage to ask your neighbour for help, you’re sick and now he’s stuck nursing you for a week.

note: Serenity Street is back, y'all!

For four whole days, you had gritted your teeth and smiled when Jihoon promised to get your heating fixed. For four whole days, you tried ridiculous Tiktok hacks to warm up even just your bedroom, and when that failed, wrapped yourself in three blankets and drank all the tea you could afford.

But everyone has a limit, and you finally met yours.

“Listen, I am only one man,” Jihoon told you – and frankly, he seemed to be on the verge of crying as well – when you practically broke into his apartment in search of justice, “and I do not know anything about heating systems or why yours specifically has broken.”

“Then tell someone else to fix it,” you complained, completely sick and tired of this treatment. “There has to be, like, a million people out there who could fix my heating.”

He sighed. “My parents have a contract with one specific company. Unless you want to pay for a breach of contract, you’ll have to wait until they get here.”

“It’s been four days already,” you spoke through gritted teeth, wrapping your coat tighter around yourself. “My apartment is colder than the basement right now. It’s February – do you know how freaking cold it is outside? Are you going to pay my funeral fees?”

Jihoon raised a brow – half in concern and half in annoyance. “I don’t.. I don’t think it’s that bad…” 

You countered with an eyebrow raise of your own. 

That seemed to do the trick: he sighed and sat up straighter, reaching for his phone. “Fine, I’ll give them another call. Maybe they’ll come quicker if I offer an extra fee or something, I don’t know. Just… hang on until then.” 

Scoffing, you stared at him. “And what? I’m just supposed to go back to the Arctic and pray that your handymen will come before I freeze to death?”

He frowned at that. “You’re not going to die. It’s only been four days.”

“You try turning your heating off for four days in winter and tell me how you feel after that,” you practically growled, challenging him.

Jihoon rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his hair. “Just go stay with someone on your floor. Minghao has a spare bedroom. I’m sure he’ll share if you asked nicely.”

You wanted to physically fight him at the mention; not because he was wrong (god knows Minghao wouldn’t hesitate to let you take over his spare bedroom if you, or anyone, just asked nicely), but because he knew what you felt for Minghao.

As one of your very few friends in the building, Jihoon was more than aware that you had been harbouring a crush on your quiet artistic neighbour. You had had your eye on Minghao ever since he brought you a package – the mailman had mistakenly delivered it to his apartment and Minghao brought it to you with a heart-melting smile. 

A whole year later, your knees still felt like jelly every time Minghao smiled at you in the hallway and you had to refrain from squealing out loud every time he spoke to you. You were, as the youths would say, ‘down bad’ for your neighbour. 

And that’s why you couldn’t bear the thought of asking him for help in this situation.

When you didn’t reply to his suggestion, Jihoon sighed. “I’ll give him a call–”

“Don’t you dare!” you threatened. “If you as much as tell him my heating’s broken, I will kidnap Peaches.”

“Peaches?” he wondered, blinking at you in confusion before glancing back at where he last saw his fluffy cat. Once he was satisfied to find his pet snoring away in the armchair, he turned to glare at you. “I’m just trying to be a good friend and you’re threatening my child?”

You gave up then and there, turning on your heel and marching back to your apartment.

The next morning it appeared that Jihoon, as magnificent and powerful as he was, unfortunately had no power over the heating company. They rejected his attempts at bribes and offered him what they called ‘a tentative date’. 

The problem? It was a whole week away.

[i asked my parents if they’d let you stay in 5a until then, but apparently they rented it out just a few days ago. the new guy’s coming tomorrow. nothing i can do. srry.]

You sniffled as you read the messages on your phone, hidden under three blankets and two sweaters. Groaning at your bad luck, you got off the bed and stumbled towards the kitchen to make yourself some tea. The hot drink was the closest thing you had to heating at the moment, besides a tiny and barely useful (and frankly one step from being a fire hazard) space heater Jeonghan and Sunny had left behind your door the evening before.

As you walked, you concluded you were a little dizzy and your nose wasn’t letting in as much air as it should have. While the water boiled, you also realised your throat was strangely scratchy. It didn’t take much to figure out the lack of heating had finally defeated your immune system.

Frustrated at the realisation, you pulled out your phone again and sent a text back to Jihoon.

[u owe me cold medicine]

The reply arrived just as you began pouring hot water into your mug. The soothing smell of tea filled the kitchen and you couldn’t help but lean a little closer to the heat of both the kettle and the mug as you read his message.

[you’re sick???!]

You chose to not entertain his much-too-late worry spree. After all, had he worried a little sooner, you’d probably have a warm apartment by now – or so you bitterly chose to believe as you shuffled back towards the bedroom.

But before you could even make it out of the kitchen, a knock sounded on your door. 

Burdened by the onslaught of what appeared to be the common cold, your brain failed to realise opening the door usually meant a whole new set of problems.

You put your mug down on the counter and went to open the front door, revealing the one person you wanted to see the least in your condition.

Minghao couldn’t even muster a smile when he saw you. “Are you okay?”

You blinked at him. “Why?”

“Jihoon texted. He said your heating’s broken.” (You made a mental vow to find and kidnap Peaches the Orange Cat – full government name and all.) “How bad is it?”

“I’m fine,” you lied through your teeth. In retrospect, this was not one of your brightest moments. “It’s just a little chilly. I manage.”

He gave you a once-over, growing more confused and concerned by the second. “How many blankets is that?”

“Three.”

His eyebrows rose. “... You manage, huh?”

“One hundred percent. You don’t need to worry about me,” you confirmed with a smile and tried to shoo him away. “I’m sure they’ll fix the heating soon.”

“Well,” he took a deep breath, as if hesitating, “if you get too cold, you can always come over to my place. My apartment’s warm.”

You shook your head even as your freezing body screamed at you. “I wouldn’t want to be a bother.”

“You wouldn’t be–”

“My tea’s ready, so I should go,” you interrupted him and waved him goodbye before closing the door. 

Once you were no longer confronted by his worried eyes, you sighed in relief, before cursing yourself for damning your body to another week of frost.

Your bad luck just never seemed to end.

What you thought would be just temporary discomfort was quickly turning out to be the worst cold you had suffered in years: sniffles quickly began to look like needing to go to the store to buy a few more boxes of tissues, your scratchy throat turned into a near-complete lack of voice, and you didn’t need a thermometer to know you were too feverish to really leave your bed.

You sent a mostly typo-free text to Jihoon to inform him that this was all his fault and burrowed back into your blanket cave. All you wanted to do was sleep – and sleep you would.

In your feverish and sleepy daze, you failed to register that someone was knocking on your door until you heard a familiar voice call out, “Hey, are you home? (Y/n)?” 

You contemplated if opening the door was a good idea in your state. After all, one can only imagine the kinds of things you could accidentally confess while in a paracetamol-induced daze. So, you told yourself, Minghao could wait another day.

Except – as you’d soon realise – your body refused to acknowledge that decision. Like a drunken sailor following the call of a cursed siren, you stumbled out of bed and just about dragged yourself to the front door. You had half a mind to wipe away your snot before unlocking the door, revealing a distraught Minghao.

He had his phone pressed to his ear, a muffled voice sounding from the speaker. His eyes lit up at the sight of you. “It’s okay. I’m here. I’ve got it.” He rolled his eyes at whatever the person on the other side of the call was saying. “Yes, they opened the door. I’m going now. Bye.”

Finally, he turned his attention to you. “What were you doing? We’ve been trying to reach you for hours.”

“Why?” you wondered all the while trying to force your eyes to focus enough to admire his pretty eyes. And his hair. Had he dyed his hair? You were sure it was blonde yesterday, so how was it brown now?

“Because Jihoon thought you were dead,” he deadpanned, reaching to place his hand on your forehead. He sighed at the touch, disappointed but not surprised. “You’re really sick, you know that?”

You snorted out a laugh – and quickly came to regret it when you almost choked on it – before croaking out, “Of course I know that. I’ve been trying to sleep it off.”

“I don’t know if just sleeping will–”

“It’ll be fine,” you chuckled and reached over to pat his hair, silently marvelling at how soft it was to your touch. Reality called you back soon enough and you reiterated yourself under his disbelieving gaze, “Yeah, I’ll be okay. I just need to sleep, drink a lot of tea, and take some more medicine and then I’ll be good as new.”

He was still struggling to take your reply seriously. But finally, under your unrelenting smile full of content, he agreed. “Right, take good care of yourself. Sleep is good. Do you–” He hesitated for a moment. “Do you need anything from the store? I can get it for you.”

“Nah, I’m fine,” you told him and waved before closing the door. “I’ll see you once I’m better.”

And with that, you made your way back to your tiny somewhat warm base in the bedroom. A nap would soon claim you once again, your dreams filled with Minghao’s smiles and soft voice.

You sat up suddenly just as you were about to fall deep in slumber, eyes widening: you could’ve asked him to buy you more tissues. You groaned and fell back into your nest – snotty noses are a curse.

Hoping some fresh air would clear up your nose and the headache your condition had brought along, you went to check your mail in the morning. ‘Went’ might be a bit of a strong word, you’d soon realise, as you nearly blacked out just crossing the doorstep. ‘Attempted’ – that might be a better word.

As you gave up on your mission – after all, how would you go down a whole floor if you couldn’t even get out of your apartment without nearly fainting? – you noticed a bag on your welcome mat.

Suspiciously squinting, you picked up the bag. The squint quickly melted into a grateful smile when you recognised Minghao’s name signed on a note on the very top of the goodies. 

Suddenly filled with a much-needed extra ounce of energy, you took the bag to your kitchen and began unpacking it. You found various cold medicines, a large pack of undoubtedly expensive tea, and some snacks, tissues, topped off with a bright-yellow post-it note from your neighbour. 

Please take good care of yourself and get better soon. You can always come to my place if you need anything at all. – Minghao, 2B.

A giddy smile appeared on your face as you hugged the note to your chest. You rushed to find your one heart-shaped magnet before using it to stick the note onto your fridge, right in the centre. You’d cherish this note for as long as your crush would last – you knew this even in your feverish state.

But before long your joy was replaced with annoyance and despair as a cough fit paired with cold shivers up your spine shook your body. Your rational brain came back online soon after. Perhaps it was the words on the note, or perhaps you were finally just defeated – either way, you reached for your phone.

[hey, this is weird to ask but… can i come stay over for a while until my heating gets fixed?]

“Are you awake?” you heard Minghao ask as the door of his room creaked open. Too exhausted and relaxed to move or even speak, you only let out a throaty hum. His face – albeit a little blurry – appeared in your line of vision. “How are you feeling?”

Your reply was not legible to Minghao.

“What?”

You sighed and cleared your throat the best you could before repeating, “I feel as awful as yesterday…”

“But?”

“But way warmer,” you mumbled and burrowed back under the blankets he had wrapped you in the night before when you arrived at his door. “I missed heating.”

He chuckled sympathetically at that and placed his hand on your forehead like he had the day before (the touch made you feel just as giddy as it did back then too). “Heating’s nice, isn’t it? I hope yours gets fixed soon too.”

“Me too,” you whispered, closing your eyes as you basked in the warmth.

“Your fever’s still pretty bad. I guess the medicine’s worn off.”

He sighed and gently brushed your cheek with the back of his hand. (You couldn’t help but imagine the touch as that of a caring boyfriend rather than just a concerned neighbour.) Feeding your fever-induced delusions, he kept stroking your cheek as he stayed in front of you, contemplating his options.

“Do you want some tea?” he offered after a long minute of thinking. “I think someone said lemons and honey in tea help.”

“I’ve had so much tea though,” you croaked.

“Clearly not enough,” he joked. “Stay here, I’ll go make you some. Maybe some food too? I made waffles earlier, if you want any.”

You smiled at the thought, sighing dreamily, “Waffles and tea...”

“Right?” he chuckled and gave your cheek one last affectionate pat before walking out of the room.

When he returned, he was carrying a tray. He carefully placed it on the bedside table before handing you a steaming mug, a plate of waffles and a handful of cold medicine pills. 

“I don’t know how sweet you like your tea, but it has a lot of honey,” he warned gently, smiling proudly when you took a sip and hummed happily. “Is it good?”

“It’s better than what I’ve been drinking so far,” you told him with a raspy chuckle. 

He wasn’t entirely sure what to make of that, but he did feel a slight concern over your tea preferences. Wordlessly, he reached for the second mug on the tray and took a sip. His confusion only grew: this wasn’t his best attempt at making tea at all. In fact, he’d argue he hadn’t made tea this bad in years – maybe he was just so worried that it was affecting his performance.

“Drink your tea, eat the waffles, take your medicine,” he sternly told you instead of thinking about it any longer, “and then you can go back to sleep if you want.”

“I do love sleep,” you mumbled before taking the medicine, barely aware of what you were saying in your feverish state. You took a bite of a waffle to wash away the bitter aftertaste. “I love you, Minghao.”

He snorted and took another sip. “Sure.”

“I mean it!” you decided to declare, glaring at him for not trusting you. “I love you so much. I’d do anything for you.”

Dumbfounded by your confession, he blinked. “How about you just get better quickly, hm?”

You hummed. “Will you love me back then?”

He chose not to answer that.

Jihoon had more important things to do than nurse a sick neighbour back to health, but he felt he had no choice when Minghao practically dragged him to the apartment by his sleeve. 

“Why me?” he wondered groggily, barely awake enough to even take care of himself. “Why can’t you take care of them yourself?”

“Because I have an actual job,” Minghao pointed out with a roll of his eyes. “Just make sure they don’t leave and that they take their medicine. Remember, they have to take these pills every four hours.”

Jihoon’s eyes twitched as he tried to blink. “Why me?”

Minghao was tempted to just lock him in the apartment and not share a word of explanation. But he supposed he owed him that much. He sighed. “Because you’re their friend and they’re completely out of it – I can’t leave them alone.”

“They’re a grown adult.”

“Poor (Y/n)’s very sick,” he said with a worried look in his eyes. “They must be hallucinating or something too, because they said they loved me? Can you imagine?”

At that, Jihoon’s jaw dropped. Then, he began laughing – not just giggling or chuckling, no: fully cackling. 

“Don’t be too entertained by my misery. They’re your problem now,” Minghao deadpanned, arms crossed over his chest as Jihoon all but folded over the sofa’s backrest in his fit of laughter. As the man finally calmed down, gasping for air but laughing no more, Minghao sighed and asked, “So, will you watch them for me?”

“Can I bring my cat?”

“Hi, Peaches!” you cooed a few hours later, the cat snuggled in your arms. She purred loudly in reply, kneading at the blankets you had piled over yourself. It was a welcome sensation, you decided.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jihoon leaning against the doorframe, smiling in a way that seemed just a bit too smug to be well-meaning. Your eyes narrowed at the sight.

“You’re not Minghao,” you deadpanned.

His smirk widened. “Yeah? Too bad you can’t confess your undying love for me then.”

You groaned. “Fuck off, Jihoon.”

He let out a hissing noise. “Can’t do that. Minghao asked me to look after you for a bit.”

“So no Minghao?”

“Only your best friend and a cat.”

You snorted. “For a cat, you sure are talkative.”

Jihoon only sighed at that. “I think that means it’s time for you to take your medicine.”

“I feel fine though.”

“But you’re talking nonsense.”

You chuckled and hummed in agreement. “You brought Peaches. You never bring her to my place. I’m a little offended.”

“Stop being so dramatic,” he joked and handed you the pills and a glass of water. “I just brought her over so she wouldn’t be bored.”

“I bet you were worried about me,” you teased and took the medicine, groaning at the stupid bitter aftertaste. “Those pills are so gross. Why can’t medicine taste more like candy?”

“How would I know?” He placed the back of his hand on your forehead. You silently sighed at the realisation that it didn’t feel half as nice as when Minghao did it.

Jihoon pulled his hand away to glare at you. “You don’t get to diss me just because you’re sick and I’m not Minghao.”

Your eyes widened. “I didn’t– Did I think out loud?”

He stared at you for a moment before blinking and looking away. “I’m starting to think that medicine is not very effective.”

“It’s kept me alive this far,” you shrugged.

“Alive and loopy,” he concluded with a defeated nod before smirking again – god, you hated it when he did that. “I heard you confessed to Minghao.”

“I did wHAT?!”

Peaches startled at your sudden rise of volume before settling back into her oddly cat-shaped hole in the middle of the bed, but you did not care. You had more urgent matters to worry about than the comfort of a spoiled orange cat. 

Confessed to Minghao? You? There was no way. Surely Jihoon was lying – right, he did that sometimes, after all.

Jihoon only laughed though. “What? You didn’t even know?”

“I didn’t– There’s no way I could have, right? I’m not that out of it?” you reasoned.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged nonchalantly as if you weren’t going through an actual crisis right in front of him, “he seemed kind of distraught when he told me this morning. Thought you were hallucinating or something.”

You could only pray the mattress would swallow you whole before Minghao’s return. Either that, or maybe the universe could send a sign that Jihoon was indeed lying. You were half-sure he was anyways – he probably thought it would be funny to see your reaction. Right. That had to be it.

But, as always, your prayers were met with disdain and spite, and the front door opened. Wordlessly, you begged Jihoon for mercy as Minghao’s voice echoed from the hallway. 

“Are they awake yet?” 

You shook your head and clasped your hands together and tugged at Jihoon’s sleeve, but he seemed to be dead set on causing you more misery. “They’re awake! Just took the medicine.”

Minghao appeared in the doorway, a relieved smile on his face. “Oh, good. You look a lot better today than yesterday– Not that you ever look very bad, but–” he seemed to panic and it was an odd sight because this was, after all, the ever-so-calm Minghao. He cleared his throat and smiled again. “You look healthier!”

“I… feel… healthier,” you slowly said, trying to take all of it in. 

“You’re home early,” Jihoon noted, already gathering the orange loaf of a cat in his arms.

Minghao’s ears seemed to go a little more red at the mention. He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. “Ah, yeah, I– I left work early. Got worried.”

Jihoon smirked and leaned closer to you to whisper, much like a co-conspirator when he was the villain of your tale, “He got worried.”

“Count your days, Lee,” you told him with a deadly glare as he backed away, a carefree smile on his face. 

“I’ll see you guys later then,” Jihoon announced and waved. “Get better soon!”

“Kim Mingyu, I swear to God— No, I know I asked for the recipe— But that doesn’t mean— Mingyu, I asked for a soup recipe not for your grandmother’s life story!” Minghao argued with his friend on the phone. His attention was soon diverted though, just to glare at you. “You should be in bed! –no, not you, Mingyu– Why are you up?”

“I feel better,” you croaked. While your body didn’t feel like it was made of lead-filled balloons anymore, your throat still hurt and the sniffles and coughs weren’t really helping with that. 

Lowering his phone, he rolled his eyes and pointed towards the sofa. “You’d better lay down.”

“I’m fine–”

“I can see you struggling to stand upright from here,” he deadpanned before lifting his phone back to his ear. He sighed right after. “Yes, you did tell me about the time she went to Tokyo already, Gyu. So about that soup–”

When you still didn’t budge, choosing to admire the decor instead of following his directions, Minghao grabbed your hand and led you to the sofa himself. You were practically forced to lay down, a blanket thrown over you with care, the cushion fluffed for your ultimate comfort. With the phone still tucked under his ear, he pointed a warning finger at you and slowly told you, “Stay right here.”

“But I feel fine?” you mumbled but made no attempt to escape your fate. The sofa was nice enough you concurred and melted into the cushions, pulling the blanket further up your chin to hide your fully rubbed-red nose. 

Just as you got comfortable in your new spot, listening to Minghao’s desperate attempts to pry a soup recipe from Mingyu’s mind, he appeared in front of you again. You were handed a mug full of…

“Tea? Again?” you groaned softly, but he silenced you with a warning glare and put on the TV instead of addressing your complaints. It was enough, you decided, as a drama rerun played. 

After what felt like forever, Minghao’s arguments with Mingyu quieted and all you heard was the TV, the simmering of something in a pot, and your temporary roommate’s humming from the kitchen.

“What are you making?” you asked him when he came to check on you.

His hand on your forehead just like many times before, he smiled. “Some soup. It should help your throat. How are you feeling?”

“A little chilly,” you half-joked. Half because it was still a relief from the freezing temperatures in your apartment, but the living room area was still much colder than the bedroom Minghao had set you up in. It wasn’t meant as a complaint, but,  judging by his deepening frown, Minghao seemed to take it as one.

“You’re cold?” he worried and, to your surprise, straightened up and reached over his head to pull his own sweater off. 

Thoroughly confused, you watched as he shook the clothing item a few times before handing it to you expectantly – as if you were supposed to know exactly what to do with it. 

(Newsflash: you had no idea what to do with it. Your brain was running at 20% power and still stuck on the fact that he had taken off his sweater in front of you – and looked so damn attractive doing that.)

When you made no move to grab it from him, Minghao’s frown only deepened even more. He sighed softly and took the matters into his own hand: he shoved the head hole over your head and guided your arms into the sleeves before rolling the hoodie downwards until it covered your torso. 

To top it all off, he adjusted your blanket to make sure not a single gust of cold air could get you. Once he was done, he offered a sweet smile and patted your cheek as if you were a beloved household pet. “Better?”

You could only stare at him in response and dumbly nod.

“Good,” he nodded and smiled wider before glancing at the clock. He hummed in thought. “The soup needs to simmer for another 15 minutes. If you’re still cold…” He hesitated, eyeing you almost shyly and averting his eyes when your gaze met his. He cleared his throat. “If you’re cold, we could cuddle. You know, to share the warmth.”

Embarrassingly enough, it only took you half a second to agree. But thankfully, he didn’t seem put-off by your sudden enthusiasm. Ears reddening as he shuffled closer, he reached over to wrap an arm around your shoulder and pull you to rest your head against his chest instead of the pillows. 

To this day, you’re half sure you hallucinated the entire thing (and that he definitely didn’t go to check on the soup at the 15-minute mark. You had no memory of having that soup at all).

Your barely blissful sleep was interrupted by a vibration under your pillow. You startled awake and looked around until you found the source of your disturbance – the phone under your pillow, Jihoon’s name flashing on the screen.

“What?” you grunted into the phone after swiping to answer the call. No sooner had you spoken than your head slammed back into the pillow — you had no interest in fighting gravity today.

Jihoon snorted at your response. “Good day to you, dear neighbour. Glad to hear you’re better.”

You had no interest in small talk when dreamland was still at hand’s reach. “What do you want, Ji?”

“The handymen finally came. I just wanted to ask for your permission to enter your apartment.”

“Handymen?”

“To fix your heating,” he reminded you softly. “This cold really took you down hard, huh?”

“Oh, the heating!” you perked up, sitting up again. “Of course you can go inside. Should I come too?”

Jihoon hummed in thought before concluding that “Minghao probably won’t let you leave his apartment yet.”

“I’m an adult!” you argued. “He can’t keep me here against my will.”

“I think you’ll be surprised at how convincing he can be,” he laughed, “but I guess you can try. I’ll leave the door unlocked.”

But when you went to tell Minghao about your plan, he proved Jihoon’s point a little too perfectly.

“No,” he told you sternly before you could even put on your shoes. “You’re still sick.”

“I’ll just be next door,” you argued.

He was having none of it. “Two days ago you almost collapsed on your way to the bathroom – that was even fewer steps away! You’re not going.”

“Why not?” you whined, frowning at him. “I’m fine! I’m standing up, see?”

His stare was one of disappointed disbelief. “You’re leaning against the wall, (Y/n).”

“There’s walls in my apartment.”

He sighed. “Please just go back to bed. I’ll go myself.”

“But I wanted to get some things–”

“Send me a list and I’ll bring them to you,” he solved your problem easily and you had no room to argue.

Minghao had never actually been in your apartment – not since you actually moved in and packed your things anyway.

He knocked softly on the door before walking in to see Jihoon and a pair of handymen chatting away. The former offered him a polite smile and a nod before returning to the discussion.

Minghao took that as a sign to look around. He took a deep breath and found himself shivering, his breath fogging up in front of his very eyes. How you had survived in this apartment so long without getting frostbite was beyond his comprehension so he decided to not think about it anymore – the idea of you shivering in your bed, desperate for warmth, upset him anyway.

He shuffled into the kitchen where he quickly found the phone charger you had told him to get. He also found a familiar bright-yellow post-it note on the fridge, his hand-writing proudly on display under a heart-shaped magnet. 

He scoffed before smiling at the sight; why would you keep that? It’s just a note? He hadn’t even spent a full minute on scribbling it.

Did you actually like him? He shook his head – there was no way. You were too good for him anyway.

Without another thought, he opened the list you had texted him and began gathering the belongings you so dearly missed: some sweaters, shirts… 

A single small plant stood in the middle of your bedroom, somehow still green (if not a little droopy) and not frozen over like its compatriots on the window sills. He picked it up – perhaps having even this tiny plant survive would cheer you up, he reasoned. 

As he looked at the other, less fortunate plants, Jihoon wandered into the room.“That thing is still alive?”

Minghao hummed in agreement. “It seems a little frostbitten, but it’s still alive, I think.”

“I think they’ve had this thing for ages,” Jihoon told him with a chuckle, leaning forward to inspect the plant. “Who knows? Maybe you can bring it back to life.”

“I sure hope so,” Minghao whispered in response before offering him a smile. “So, what’s the latest on the heating?”

Jihoon grimaced. “They said the system is entirely screwed. They’ll have to replace most of it – might take a few weeks.”

“Weeks?” 

“At best.”

Minghao was already mentally drafting the best way to deliver the news to you – he didn’t see it going very well either way. “I guess I will have a roommate until spring then.”

“I’m sorry about that,” Jihoon sighed. “I know they’re a lot to deal with – especially when they’re sick.”

He felt insulted on your behalf. “They’re a delight!”

“You’re lying,” Jihoon laughed. “Mingyu told me how you had to scold them to lay down yesterday.”

“They're just a little stubborn,” Minghao defended you to his best ability, trying to limit his lying.

“If you say so.” Jihoon nodded at the bags at his feet. “Do you need help getting all that to your apartment?”

“No, I’ve got it,” Minghao told him with a reassuring smile before picking everything up. Sure, he struggled, but he’d struggle even more if he hurt his pride by asking for help with something this easy.

Even if getting back to his apartment took him a little longer than he’d like to admit, he still made it all on his own. And he was decently proud of that.

“Minghao?” you called out his name the moment he opened the door. 

Oh, what he’d give to hear this every time he returned home. He froze at the thought – he was starting to become delusional and that was not his brand. No, he had to get himself together – you were just a friend staying in his spare bedroom because of an emergency. Yes. So it was.

But he couldn’t help but feel a little deluded when he spotted you sitting on the sofa, his white hoodie around your frame, smiling at him hopefully. His heart was about to fail him.

He didn’t even have to try hard to smile – it came naturally at the sight. “I got everything you said.”

“Oh thank god,” you breathed out in relief before sneezing. “No offence, but I miss wearing my own clothes.”

He laughed. “I’m sure you do.”

Your smile faded a little as another thought came to your mind. “Did they say how long the repairs will take? It shouldn’t be too long, right?”

“Jihoon said they have to replace the whole heating unit,” he regretfully told you. “It’ll take a few weeks.”

The remnants of your smile disappeared. You threw yourself backwards on the sofa, pulling a cushion over your face to scream into it in frustration. After a beat of silence, you removed the cushion and stared at the ceiling. “Where will I go?”

“You can just stay here,” he suggested, a little too enthusiastically perhaps. “You’re already settled in.”

“I don’t want to inconvenience you–”

“Nonsense,” he reassured you with a laugh and held something out for you to take. “You and this little guy can have the spare room.”

“Little guy?” You sat up to look at the item in his hand – the small flower pot he had brought along. Your eyes just about started watering at the sight. “It’s still alive?”

“I think so.” Minghao shrugged and gently handed the pot to you. “It looks like it could use a few days in a warm spot in the sunlight, but the other plants looked a whole lot worse.”

You sniffled – from tears or from your health conditions, you weren’t sure. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” He gave your head a gentle pat. “I’m just happy to help.”

To say you were growing a little annoyed with your health would be an understatement. A whole week of sniffling, coughing and sneezing had passed, but you felt only marginally better. 

“I’ve never been sick for this long before,” you complained to Minghao as he handed you a cup of tea and placed a bowl full of snacks between the two of you on the sofa. There was a drama playing in the background – you both agreed to watch it but, to tell the truth, neither of you was particularly invested in the plot. 

You took a sip of the hot beverage, hummed in appreciation, and continued your rant, “It makes no sense. I should be feeling better by now.”

Minghao chuckled. “Well, you were pretty sick when you came here, all feverish and snotty. I think you’ve gotten a lot better since.”

“My doctor still won’t let me return to work though,” you groaned. “How am I supposed to pay rent if I can’t work? It’s not living in this building is cheap.”

“Can’t Jihoon lower your rent until the heating gets fixed? It would seem fair.”

You froze. Why hadn’t you thought of that? “Wait, you’re right! Why am I paying full rent when I can’t even live there because of the temperatures? And it’s not even my fault?!”

Before you could get more fired up about it and start harassing your landlord, Minghao changed the topic. “Do you need anything else? Are you warm?”

Snapping out of your rage, you offered a sheepish smile. “I’m a little chilly actually.”

He sighed and reached over to once again place his hand on your forehead, as he often did. It was almost a routine at this point – not that your heart could ever stop fluttering at the simplest of physical contact with him. 

“You’re not running hot today though,” he worried but picked up a blanket anyway and threw it over your lap. Then, uncharacteristically, he hesitated for a moment. “Do… Do you mind if I–?” 

He lifted the corner of the blanket and shuffled under it as well, pulling his feet under the blanket for extra warmth. 

“You’re cold too?” you wondered.

He offered you a funny look – as if you had asked him if unicorns exist. “Do you think you’re the only one who feels cold sometimes?”

You blinked. “Well, no, but–”

“Then stop asking dumb questions and watch the drama,” he told you and forced himself to do just that. But if it hadn’t been for the sudden red-ish tint of his ears, you wouldn’t have questioned him to begin with.

Instead of asking any further questions, you decided to settle further into your (by now designated) spot on the sofa, engulfed in the warmth of the blanket and Minghao. 

You fully planned on blaming your illness for the way you leaned further and further into his space as you slowly began dozing off to sleep – even if it was fully intentional. Who could really blame you? You were sick, tired, and sitting next to your crush of god-knows-how-many months. 

And so, inch by inch, your head lowered not in the direction of the head- or armrest but towards his shoulder. Finally, your eyes closed as your cheek pressed against the fabric of his cardigan. 

It was a little rough from the wash, no longer as soft as it had once been, and you’d be lying if you said it felt comfortable against your cheek, but it was a sacrifice you were willing to make for just five minutes of something akin to affection from the man of your dreams.

You fully intended it to only be five minutes – just a short moment to bask in your delusions. But then you felt his arm shift under your body, lifting to rest around your shoulders. He pulled you closer and rested his cheek against your head and before the fourth minute passed, you were more than halfway into Dreamland. 

“I wish this happened more often. I really like you, Minghao.”

(And maybe if you had been more awake, you would’ve noticed the way his breath hitched and his smart watch vibrated to warn him of a sudden spike in his heart rate. 

Maybe you would’ve noticed the way his embrace tightened just the slightest bit and he pressed his lips against your forehead in a careful gesture of reciprocation. And that his world got a whole lot brighter at the idea that perhaps this time you knew what you were saying and that maybe, just maybe, your feelings were mutual.)

You couldn’t believe you almost squealed with joy at the prospect of going back to work. You loved Minghao – really, you did, in many ways – but being stuck in an apartment with him for almost two weeks turned out to be your shortcut to insanity.

So, of course, you took the very first chance to return to work. And of course you hated every second of it – reality really is much less rosy than daydreams.

“Minghao, I’m back,” you called out as you returned to the apartment exactly 20 minutes after the end of your workday. Frankly, you weren’t expecting any kind of answer – you had just spent the past two weeks fantasising about calling out that specific phrase to feed your delusions. 

You just had to try it out once, or maybe twice. Who knows what tomorrow brings.

But, just as you started to accept that it was dumb and not as much fun as they make it seem in those sitcoms, you heard a cough and a raspy, “I’m here” from his room.

You froze at the sound. A glance at the clock said that Minghao should still be at work. The art museum didn’t close until late at night so… 

“Minghao?” you called out again just to make sure you weren’t hallucinating. Perhaps you had already come down with a new fever and weren’t even aware of it.

Another cough. Now you were sure you weren’t imagining it.

You headed to his room, finding the door ajar and a Minghao-sized lump curled up under a pile of blankets. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you heard a muffled croak and you wondered exactly how high his fever must have been for him to think it sounded even remotely convincing. “Just had a rough day.”

You pursed your lips in thought before approaching the bed, sitting on the edge of the mattress near him to gently peel the covers off his face. His eyes narrowed into an accusatory glare at the sight of you and the light flooding his room. 

“Yeah?” You laughed at the sight of his reddening nose. “You sure it’s not the sniffles?`”

“Who even says ‘the sniffles’ anymore?” he mocked and buried his face in the pillows. Like a sulking child, he sharply pulled the blankets from your grasp and pulled them over his head. His voice once again came out muffled, “I’m fine. It’s just a little cold. Can you turn up the heating while you’re here?”

You went to do as he said but were taken by surprise by the thermostat. “It’s already maxed.”

“Is it?” he wondered, one eye peeking out from under the covers. “I don’t remember doing that.”

“I think you’re not that fine,” you realised and went back to him to check his temperature as he had done to you just some days ago. “Hao, you’re burning up. Have you taken any medicine yet?”

“I don’t need medicine,” he whined. “I need a nap and more blankets… and to get rid of this stupid cough.”

“So,” you concluded, amused all of a sudden – is this what he had been dealing with all this time with you? – , “some cold medicine?”

“... I don’t want to bother you.”

You let out a scoff. “Dude, I practically moved into your apartment when I got sick and you’re worried taking care of you will bother me? If anything, I have to do this to pay back the favour.”

“Can’t you just do it because you love me?” he wondered, drowsy and barely lucid.

You froze. “Because I— What?” 

“Because you love me,” he reiterated, turning his head to pout at you. “You said you loved me and if you loved me, you’d take care of me because of that and not because you’re paying back a favour.”

“When did I–” Your breath got caught in your throat – so Jihoon hadn’t lied after all. “Did I really say that?”

“You did – twice,” he declared, “I heard it myself.”

As you prepared to apologise, he added, “But it’s okay because I love you too. So, now you have to take care of me, right? You’re, like, legally obligated.”

A part of you was screaming on the inside, kicking and jumping and squealing and dying all at once. The other part was wondering how he had gone from “I’m fine, stop worrying about me” to “you’re legally obligated to care for me” in two minutes. You weren’t entirely sure which part of the situation worried you more.

Eventually, you decided that the second part was far more worrying. 

“Let’s get you some medicine and we can discuss the legal aspect once you’re better, okay?” you told him, gently stroking his hair off his (admittedly gross) sweaty forehead.

He hummed in agreement.

But when you went to leave his room to get some comfier clothes and medicine, his fingers wrapped around your wrist. You looked back to find his eyes squinted open, an accusatory sparkle shining in them. “Where are you going?”

“To get you some medicine–”

“Stay.”

“Hao, I have to–”

“Stay,” he told you a little more assertively. The gentle pulling at your wrist contrasted the force of his demand. “I don’t want you to leave.”

Begrudgingly, you sat back down. You could use a few minutes to process the information anyways, you decided, and reached up to play with his hair. Before long, his soft snores filled the room, yours joining not too soon after.

Days passed by and Minghao was recovering way faster than you – probably because he had half a mind to not stubbornly spend the first couple of days of his ailment in a freezer-temperature apartment. That’s what he told you anyways when you went to bring him tea and check his temperature one morning.

“It’s not like I did it on purpose,” you argued under your breath as you tilted and rotated the slowly-dying thermometer to see what numbers it was displaying. “Your fever’s gone at least.”

He sneezed and groaned right after your comment. “I wish everything else went away too.”

“At this rate, you’ll be back on your feet and bossing me around by tomorrow,” you joked to placate him (because realistically he would spend another three days feeling like death itself, as per your own experience) and fully sat on his bed. “Any plans for when you get better?”

“So many,” he admitted with a slow grin which dropped soon after in a near-comical manner, “first of which is to go to the tea shop because I’m pretty sure you’ve cost me most of my supply.”

“Fair,” you sighed and leaned against the headboard. “I’d bring you some tea myself but–”

“Please don’t,” he all but begged. At least you both agreed that your tea tastes and knowledge did not align. He then sighed dreamily, “And when I’m done with that, I’m going to work on my paintings, and maybe redecorate, and take you on a proper date, and–”

Your jaw dropped. “You what?!”

He blinked. “Do you… not want to…?”

You could only blink back – baffled, befuddled, bewildered, dumbfounded, stunned.

Like a normal person, he took your lack of agreement as rejection. Clearing his throat and twiddling his thumbs, he avoided your eyes as he admitted, “I just thought that since you confessed, and I confessed, and– Actually, nevermind, maybe the thermometer’s wrong and I still have a fever–”

“I’d love to go on a date with you, Hao,” you whispered just as he began his downward spiral.

“–maybe I do need to go to that doctor Junhui suggested and get my head checked and– Are you serious?” His apologetic wide eyes widened some more as they snapped to meet yours. “You– You want to go?”

“Well, yeah,” you shrugged, ears and cheeks burning and, damnit, were those butterflies in your stomach jumbo-sized? 

His lips spread into a wide, relieved smile. “Oh thank god. I almost had a whole breakdown.” 

Too busy trying to take in the situation and calming the butterflies wreaking havoc in your stomach, you found yourself jumping in surprise when his fingers wrapped around your own. 

And suddenly it hit you – this was your reality. Daydreams full of his smiles, long nights wishing he held your hand, sick days spent longing for the tender care of a lover – it was all real now and you no longer had to wish. 

All because of broken heating and long weeks of recovering from a cold from hell.

[svt-rosalie]

rosalie sickfic if possible plss!!!!!!! my man jihoon being a protective partner is 😩😍

. . . ♡ ROSIE ! ? 🏩 DRABBLE ★ ﾟ๑

ׁ ׅ ୨ ❪ requested, sick fic! ❫ ୧ ⊹ ࣪

© 2024 , svt-rosalie rosalie masterlist!

content warning / mentions of being sick, medicine, lowkey tooth rotting fluff, rosie doesn’t take care of her health

can we always be this

close forever and ever?

lover, taylor swift

Jihoon sluggishly woke up from his sleep and looked at the clock sat atop his night stand next to his side of the bed.

‘1:37’ it read. It was too early for him to be awake but the concerning noises coming from his fiancée that pitifully slept next him kept him wide awake.

The boy sat and rubbed his face getting rid of the sleep left in his eyes and carefully got out of bed and headed to the kitchen.

Rosalie had been feeling unwell since they got back from Italy where they spent a couple of days recording for the ‘NaNa Tour’ with Pd Na. It started with a stuffy nose and then turned into a stuffy nose and a sore throat — at this point Jihoon wouldn’t be surprised if the younger girl had a fever.

He reminded himself to check after he finished what he was doing.

Jihoon turned on the lights to kitchen making sure they were bright enough for him to see but dim enough so it wouldn’t wake up the their dog, cat or Rosie.

Unfortunately, Rosalie wasn’t one to worry about her health or let others worry about her. It’s always “It’s fine, my allergies are just acting up.” or “I’ll take some medicine later” or “I’m fine, I don’t even feel sick it all.” and that’s why her fiancee is currently making her favorite soup for her stomach and some honey tea for her throat.

Jihoon hummed a tune as he stirred the tea in the cup and waited for the soup to simmer and cool down. If Carats could see him now they would think he was adorable. His hair was all over the place, he was wearing an oversized shirt that he was pretty sure was his fiancée’s, boxers and long white socks to keep his feet warm from the cold floor.

Harsh coughing caused Jihoon to finish his ministrations quickly and place the soup, medicine and tea on the tray to take to his shared bedroom. He placed the tray on Rosalie’s nightstand and turned on the lamp. This caused the girl sleeping next to the bright light to squint and cover her eyes with the blanket.

“Rose, you’ve got to wake up.” He whispered as he softly lifted the blankets off of her head. When he did the girl was looking at him with a death glare, one that made him burst into a fit of giggles immediately.

Rosie tried her best not to laugh, wanting to keep her upset facade for being woken up whilst already having such a hard time sleeping. “What do you want?” She crosses her arms and playfully pouts.

Their shared dog Pixie, a black cocker spaniel, realized her owners were awake and quickly scooted to snuggle into Woozi’s thigh that was sat on the edge of the bed.

The boy rolls his eyes before explaining, “Your coughing woke me up dummy so I decided to wake you up with medicine to help with your sickness, soup so you can eat because I know you’ve barley ate anything today and warm honey tea to soothe your throat.”

Rosie’s eyes started watering, she didn’t know if she was overly emotional because she was sick and her brain is all over the place or because she has the best soon to be husband ever.

“But since you want to be mean to me watch The Princess Diaries and eat this delicious Samgyetang soup all by my lonesome.” He playfully scolds turning his back on Rosie and their animals that lay in the bed with them.

Rosie laughs and screeches out a ‘No, I’m sorry!’ pulling him back into the bed with her making sure to not let him land on their dog Pixie or their cat Sabrina.

The two get comfortable in their bed after their playfully fight that took almost all of the energy out of the girl. Rosie has her soup in her lap taking tiny sips and also feeding spoonfuls to Woozi next to her as they watched one of her favorite movies together.

“You know you’ll probably get sick too?” Rosie states matter of factly. Jihoon just shrugs his shoulders and takes a sip of his girls honey tea.

“It’s okay, we’ll be sick together.”

The boy kisses the side of Rosie’s head and lets her snuggle her head into the crook of his shoulder, sighing in contentment.

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[darl-ingfics]

Sicktember Day 30: Past Prompt - Warm Soup

Fandom: Seventeen

Sickie: Joshua (cold), also features some DK (voice loss) and Jun (injury)

Caregiver(s): Seventeen

Word Count: 2,110

Notes: Y'all. We did it! We made it to Day 30! ALSO, this is a piece from the fic that inspired me to start writing Kpop sickfics. It is a monster of a fic, and not even done yet, but I hope to share it with you by the end of the year. The basic premise is "what can go wrong, will go wrong," and, at this point in the fic, we have established a voiceless DK (unspecified cause of voice loss at this time), an injured Junhei (knee subluxation and back sprain), a cold-ridden Joshua, and a fighting Hoshi and Seungkwan. Every member gets whumped in some way (physical or emotional) throughout the remainder of the fic. Some of those events are foreshadowed here...

Fragile was not a word Seungcheol could ever remember using to describe his members. Not even in their pre-debut days, when they were still children learning to navigate the harsh entertainment world. That had felt like growth; young, impressionable, hungry. Yet never fragile. 

But today, fragile was the inescapable word running through Seungcheol’s head at the frustrated sadness on Seokmin’s face as he was held back from joking around with his friends; the tears sliding from Junhei’s eyes when asked to move his injured leg; the protective arm Hansol wrapped around Jisoo’s waist the only thing holding the vocalist up as they left the soundstage; the fire shooting between Soonyoung and Seungkwan’s eyes. His members were so fragile. 

And Seungcheol had no idea what had transpired between Soonyoung and Seungkwan, but the tension on the car ride home was near suffocating and doing absolutely nothing for the worry eating away inside of him over the other ailing members.   

In fact, the only thing keeping Seungcheol’s head from exploding was the strategic placement of a very sick Joshua in the middle seat. It was obvious to everyone that the elder vocalist had turned the corner from ‘coming down with something’ to ‘miserably ill’ between their practice that morning and filming that night, but, true to form, Joshua had refused to sit out for the filming, leading to him falling asleep immediately in the car, cuddling into the shoulder of the closest person, (who was, conveniently, Jeonghan). Thus, putting Joshua in the middle seat would ensure a quiet ride home as no one would risk waking him up. It was foolproof, (and certainly not without evidence, as the car usually stayed quiet when any member was unwell and asleep.)

When the van finally pulled up to their dorm building, Seungcheol waited until everyone else was out of the car before unbuckling his seatbelt and pushing his door open. He watched his team. Jeonghan was leading the way, already punching in the door code, talking loudly to Seungkwan about something (Seungcheol could really only make out the sound of his voice). Seungkwan had his arm around Joshua’s waist, the elder vocalist leaning heavily against him. Soonyoung was at the opposite end of the pack from Seungkwan, his arm thrown around Seokmin’s shoulders. Good, Seungcheol thought to himself. The problems are isolated. 

By the time he’d entered the dorm, the group had already begun to disperse, but he thankfully didn’t miss the most important moment. 

“You’re home!” Jun exclaimed, sitting up on the couch. Mingyu barreled forward, pausing when he saw Jun’s face twist with pain. 

“Sit up too fast?” Jihoon asked with a sympathetic half smile, pausing briefly as the rest of the team maneuvered around him into the dorm.

“Yeah,” Jun sighed, rubbing at his lower back a few times. Mingyu waited on tip toe until Jun had recovered from the shock of moving and, smiling bright, opened his arms for Mingyu to join. The rapper collapsed against the dancer’s chest, falling to his knees next to the couch. “How was the taping?”

“It went well. Everyone locked in and re-blocked like champs,” Jeonghan replied, high-fiving Seokmin as he passed by the couch to ruffle Jun’s hair. Minghao had also crept over, and was crouched next to the arm of the couch, head resting on Jun’s back. 

Mingyu had yet to let go of Jun. “I’m so sorry, hyung,” he whimpered.

“Yah, what are you sorry for? It was an accident,” Jun scolded lightly, lightly rubbing his fingers up and down Mingyu’s spine. “I’m okay. You’re okay. Everything is okay.” The dancer smiled up at Jeonghan. “I’m so happy everything went smooth.” 

“Me too.” The older man smiled back, then took a quick glance around the room. Jun followed his eyes as Mingyu released him in search of dinner and Minghao moved to take his place. 

“Everything okay?” Jun asked, lowering his voice so only the two members closest could hear. 

Jeonghan’s mouth pressed into a line. “I’m not sure. Something feels… off.” 

“Like a storm’s coming,” Minghao, (who had wrapped his arms around Jun’s waist and smushed his head against the older dancer’s side,) added. Jun frowned. “Hoshi and Kwannie are fighting.” 

“I knew that.” Jun gave a laugh, patting Minghao’s cheek, gently signaling him to let go. The younger dancer pouted as he shifted away so the older man could lay back down. Once Jun had lain back, Minghao shifted too so that his head rested against the couch by Jun’s hand. Chuckling again, Jun began to play with his hair. “You’re like a puppy.” 

“Shut up,” Minghao grumbled, grabbing Jun’s hand and casually threading their fingers together. Silently yelling, ‘I’m so fucking glad you’re okay.’

“Why don’t you go eat, love?” Jun asked, more of a request than a question. Minghao nodded, disentangling his grip on the older dancer and jogging towards the kitchen. Jun looked back at Jeonghan, tapping his hip to get the older man’s attention. “Storm’s coming?” 

Jeonghand nodded, mouth quirked to the side. “Can’t say much more than that. But we’re bound to explode any second now. You know Dokyeomie lost his voice, and he’s getting frustrated with that. Wonwoo’s a little off, and I can’t tell if it was a bad night’s sleep or something more. Shua’s not feeling well at all. Soonyoung and Kwannie are at each other’s throats, and that’s gonna get worse before it gets better…”

Jun looked over at the group gathering around the table. He then reached up and grabbed Jeonghan’s hand with a tight squeeze. “We’ve weathered storms before. Nothing we can’t handle.” Jeonghan smiled at him.

“You’re so wise, Junnie-ah…”

Junhei shrugged. “It’s the drugs.”

“No, don’t sell yourself short.”

Minghao returned to the couch after filling his plate as quickly as physically possible. 

“Table,” Jun ordered, pointing back at said furniture piece. Minghao whined, very uncharacteristically, but returned as told at the table. Jeonghan snorted, ruffling Jun’s hair before moving towards the food himself. He gave Minghao a quick kiss on the head to soothe his pouting, which was quickly forgotten anyway as Jihoon stumbled back into the dining room with his comfort clothes on.

“Man, I’m hungry,” the producer said.

“Good thing we have dinner,” Jeonghan commented sarcastically. 

Jihoon shrugged. “I don’t.”

“You didn’t order anything?” Seungcheol asked. Jihoon shrugged again. “JIHOONIE! Stop doing this!” 

“Sorry! I get distracted!” Jihoon replied defensively. 

Chan, his mouth full, pointed meaningfully at his plate. 

Seungcheol sighed. “You want what Dino’s having?” Jihoon moved closer to the table, and carefully picked at a piece of Chan’s meal with his fingers. He chewed slowly, contemplatively, then nodded. “Yeah, that’s great.”

“Hyung, we passed the phone around to make sure everyone ordered something,” Hansol pointed out. 

“I wasn’t hungry then.” 

“Boooooooo!” Mingyu gave a teasing thumbs down. “Bad excuse!” Jihoon pivoted to look at him, and Mingyu yelped, holding up his hands in surrender. 

“That’s what I thought!” Jihoon nodded at Mingyu, winking conspiratorially as he sat down next to Chan and began eating off his plate. Seokmin passed him a plate of his own, and Chan quickly helped split the food for them both. 

“What do we want to hear tonight?” Wonwoo asked, connecting his phone to the Bluetooth speaker permanently housed on the kitchen counter. 

“Play something I can pop my ass to!” Jun called from the couch. Chan burst out laughing, joined by Mingyu and Seungkwan, while Jihoon and Minghao looked at the dancer like he had two heads. Hansol nearly spit out his water all over the table, which would have been disastrous given that Seokmin actually knocked his water bottle over, spilling its contents everywhere. 

“Gege, you can’t even pop your ass right now,” Minghao replied, completely unfazed as Seungkwan and Seokmin rushed to clean up the spilled water. Mingyu tossed them the paper towels over the kitchen counter. 

“On the contrary, my ass is probably the only thing I’m still able to pop,” Jun responded without a moment of hesitation, comedically matter-of-fact.

Minghao held his gaze while the others continued to laugh. Junhei stared back, fully serious. “What kind of drugs do they have you on right now?” the younger man asked. 

Jun smiled like a little kid. “The fun kind.” 

“More like the filterless kind.” Jihoon shook his head. But no one missed the way the corners of his lips kept smirking up. 

“That’s what I said. Fun.”

Seungkwan appeared from the hallway, pulling Joshua (hair still damp, towel around his neck) along by the hand. Seungkwan pulled out a chair and placed Joshua into it, patting his head before moving towards the takeout bags on the counter.

Mingyu slid a bowl across the counter, indicating that it was for Joshua. Hansol grabbed the bowl and placed it carefully in front of Joshua, then slid his own plate to the empty chair next to the American member, moving to sit next to him. Joshua stared at the bowl with adorable confusion. Mingyu grinned. “It’s the soup your mom sent over. We thought you might enjoy a taste of home tonight.”

Joshua’s smile was soft and genuine. “Thank you.” 

“You know…” Mingyu leaned coyly over the kitchen counter, “you could thank me even more with a kiss.”

“Mingyu, do not coerce him into giving you his cold,” Jihoon said, not even bothering to look up from his (Chan’s) food. 

“Oh come on,” Mingyu whined, his whole body deflating. “That would be a perfect excuse to bow out of that stupid double date on Tuesday.”

“Just tell them you don’t want to go, hyung,” Hansol said, clearly exasperated with the amount of whining about said date.

Soonyoung nodded in agreement, casually sidling over to take the towel from Joshua’s neck, gently drying his hying’s hair. “That’s the right thing to do, Gyu. You already met the girl once, and you didn’t like her like that. Jaehyun will understand if you tell him the truth. And if he really likes the other girl, he doesn’t need you to be there, and you’ll be doing all of them a favor if you just tell him that.” Joshua looked up at him, meeting Soonyoung’s eyes with another grateful smile. Soonyoung pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

“Or I could just happen to fall ill right before the day and have a real reason to cancel that doesn’t hurt this girl’s feelings,” Mingyu retorted. 

“That’s stupid,” Soonyoung replied teasingly.

“You’re stupid,” Mingyu countered. 

“Wait, was the soup an actual act of kindness, or a bribe to get you sick?” Joshua asked, smirking as he finally caught up to the conversation. 

“It was Hansol’s idea, actually,” Mingyu replied, catching the slightest hint of a joke in Joshua’s eyes. “My intentions are pure!”

“This is corruption, and you, sir, are a scoundrel!” Minghao exclaimed, thrusting his fork in Mingyu’s general direction, a few pieces of rice hitting Seokmin’s face. Minghao apologized fast as the vocalist fumbled for his notebook. 

“Who’s the scoundrel now?!” Seokmin wrote, underlining the word scoundrel several times. The entire room echoed with laughter. Chan nearly fell out of his chair from laughing so hard. 

Hansol noticed that Joshua’s eyes had started to droop closed despite still sitting up. The feeling of Hoshi’s soothing hands in his hair must’ve lulled him to sleep. “Hyung, you don’t have to finish the whole bowl.”

Joshua’s eyes snapped open with a start. “No, no, Gyu made it special.” Even as he moved to take his spoon back, his eyelids were already drooping heavily again.

Hansol took the spoon from him. “We can save it and reheat it tomorrow.” 

“Don’t let Mingyu touch that soup. Or the spoon,” Jihoon added, casting a glance at the younger man who, mouth full, threw his arms up in exasperation. The table erupted in laughter. 

Swallowing quickly, Mingyu yelled over the noise, “Hey, I’m not that desperate, damnit! It’s a kiss or nothing.”

“Says the guy who once used Junhei’s toothbrush when you knew full well he had strep throat,” Jihoon replied. 

“THAT WAS A MISTAKE, AND YOU KNOW IT!” Mingyu cried. “We both had green toothbrushes! It was dark, and it was late, and…”

“Gyu, we’re messing with you,” Seungcheol laughed, cupping the younger rapper’s hands. His thumbs began to massage the tension from his hands. 

“And don’t forget who else had a green toothbrush at the time, and accidentally used mine first and gave me strep in the first place!” Jun yelled from the couch, staring directly at Jihoon.

“I do not retract my prior statements.” The producer’s words were met with another wave of laughter. 

[fics4you]

could you write a fic where the 95 liners of svt all somehow get sick/have allergies at the same time and all of the younger ones are struggling to deal with 3 stubborn sick people? most of the svt sickfics out there are about the younger ones and I need more 95ers content (esp jeonghan and joshua bc they're always the caregivers)

Sickie(s): Scoups, Jeonghan, Joshua

Caretaker(s): Svt

Seungcheol was not sick, he wasn't. He didn't have a fever, he wasn't sneezing every few minutes, and he definitely didn't have a sinus headache.

"hyung you can't gaslight yourself into not being sick" Vernon said as he rolled his eyes at the stubborn leader. "I'm not sick" Seungcheol said stubbornly, the rest of the hiphop unit exchanged a disbelieving glance.

Meanwhile, the vocal unit was practicing and things weren't going much better. Jeonghan could barely talk without coughing, let alone sing. And Joshua kept sneezing the younger vocal unit members were more than just a little concerned. But no matter how much they tried their two obviously sick bandmates refused to admit it.

The performance unit was doing well, oblivious to anything happening with the rest of their members practices. Things were going so well that Sooyoung didn't hear his phone when it rang the first time, or the second for that matter, but then by the third time he actually noticed it,confused as to why Jihoon was calling him while they were supposed to be at practice. "hello?"

"hey hyung, is everyone doing okay?" Sooyoung was thrown off by the question, "yeah, why?"

"because I think there's a bug going around, both Joshua and Jeonghan are sick"

"I'm not sick!" Sooyoung heard faintly in the background, followed by a cough "no we're all okay over here" Sooyoung said to Jihoon, "okay thanks, just checking!" Sooyoung heard his phone click as the younger vocalist hung up.

Jihoon called Seungcheol next, "hey hyung"

"hey Jihoon, what's up?"

"random question, but are any of you guys sick? I think there might be a bug going around?" The leader was quick to deny any illness. But the vocalist picked up on the raspy and congested tone that Seungcheol's voice possessed. "You sure hyung?" Before the leader could respond he was overtaken by an annoying need to sneeze, he turned away from the phone and ducked towards his elbow, "hh-KtCHu- ehh-KTChhU"

"bless you" Jihoon paused for the leader to collect himself, "are you sure no one is sick" the leader tried to convince Jihoon that there was nothing wrong, but Vernon came over and gently snatched the Leader's phone, "he's sick"

"yeah I figured, so are Joshua and Jeonghan."

"do we want to just meet up at the dorm and take care of the sickies"

"sounds good. We'll be there soon." Jihoon said, he hung up the phone and turned to the others in the vocal unit. "come on let's all head home"

"why?" Joshua said, he coughed after. Jihoon rolled his eyes at the vocalist, because you're sick.

The vocal unit half dragged the two stubborn members back to their dorm, the performance unit had the easiest time getting all the members back, such an easy time that there was soup and tea made by the time the vocal unit dragged Joshua and Jeonghan home.

Meanwhile the hiphop unit was having a nightmare dragging Seungcheol home. Who was still repeatedly insisting he was fine. "Hyung, you literally have a fever, you can't argue with that"

The leader tried to protest, but he caved, quietly saying, "can I just go to bed" the others exchanged sympathetic and concerned glances. "Sure hyung" Vernon said, they led the sick leader outside and to the car.

The drive back to the dorm was quiet, except for the occasional cough or sneeze from the leader.

Upon arriving back at the dorm the well members got the three sickies situated so they could eat, get medicated and then go to bed.

Keeping Seungcheol awake long enough to eat was a challenge in and of itself, but getting Joshua to actually eat was a whole other issue as he was sneezing anytime he breathed near the warm soup.

The other members were beyond relieved when the three eldest members were finally sleeping. Each of them silently hoped it was a quick, 24 hour bug.

[ao3feed-ateez]

Kpop Sickfics(Boy Groups)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/gFlo9ES by DramallamaaaJ First book ever. I do take prompts and recommendations! Thank you for reading :)) !!! Words: 1463, Chapters: 2/30, Language: English Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band), NCT (Band), SEVENTEEN (Band), ENHYPEN (Band), TOMORROW X TOGETHER | TXT (Korea Band) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Choi Jongho (ATEEZ), Hwang Hyunjin, Xu Minghao | The8, Xiao De Jun | Xiao Jun, Lee Donghyuck | Haechan, Lee Felix (Stray Kids), Lee Jihoon | Woozi, Choi San (ATEEZ) Relationships: ATEEZ Ensemble/Everyone, Stray Kids Ensemble/Everyone, SEVENTEEN Ensemble/Everyone, TOMORROW X TOGETHER Ensemble/TOMORROW X TOGETHER Ensemble, ENHYPEN Ensemble/Everyone Additional Tags: Platonic Relationships, Polyamory, Protective Bang Chan (Stray Kids), Protective Stray Kids Ensemble, Protective SEVENTEEN Ensemble, Everyone Loves Choi Jongho (ATEEZ) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/gFlo9ES

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조슈아 ─── hong joshua

i. amortentia by @guccisvt [s] [hogwarts!au, ravenclaw!joshua, slytherin!reader, enemies to lovers; 6.4k]

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준 ─── wen junhui

i. moonlight by @guccisvt [s] [hogwarts!au, werewolf!junhui, prefect!y/n; 7.4k] ii. merry go by @blue-jisungs [a]

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호시 ─── kwon soonyoung

i.

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원우 ─── jeon wonwoo

i. burnt promises, second chances by @slytherinshua [f, a] [avatar the last airbender au. arranged marriage au. slow burn. angst. fluff. fire lord wonwoo. nobleman's daughter/fire lady/briefly assassin reader. ft. advisor!jeonghan & brother!mingyu; 14.5k] ii. wonu drabble by @weird-bookworm [f] iii. 22:17 by @lvlystars [f]

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우지 ─── lee jihoon

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도겸 ─── lee seokmin

i.

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민규 ─── kim mingyu

i. kisses to his moles by @kyrjnie [f, ꮺ] [romance, fluff, flirting, soft moments; 0.8k] ii. golden retriever by @slytherinshua [ f ]

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디에잇 ─── xu minghao

i. die first by @jeonghanfr [a] [drabble, 0.5k]

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승관 ─── boo seungkwan

i. take care by @arcanesea [f] [established relationship, sick fic, hurt-comfort]

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버논 ─── chwe hansol

i. 13:16 PM by @fairyhaos [f] [est. rs; 0.5k] ii. action by @blue-jisungs [f] [coffee shop au, non-idol; 1k]

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디노 ─── lee chan

i. so i danced by @blue-jisungs [f] [thieves (?) au, 1.6k]

𖥔 OT13 // POLY // UNITS ˖

i. hhu as scents by @jeonghanfr [ f ] [ headcannons ] ii. how svt dances in the rain with their s/o by @fairyhaos [ f ] [ headcannons ] ii. how svt reacts to their s/o's baby pics by @fairyhaos [ f ] [ headcannons ]

copyright to respective authors, don't forget to reblog their works ^^ okshu

[kpopsickies]

Hi!! I just read some of your work on Ao3 and noticed one of your svt biases is DK and went insane😅 there is a lack of any, literally not even one exists, DK sick fic, let alone snz fic 😭 If I could request a DK centric sick fic with lots of snzing and some tears from an emotional feverish DK with all the members taking care of him. Maybe they're in a tour bus when he starts showing symptoms? Thank you 🙏🙏!!

ngl this is my favorite requests Ive ever received

Sickie: DK

Caretakers: seventeen (especially Joshua+Seungcheol) 

Seokmin p.o.v

I sat down on the stage looking out at all the carats. Their loud cheers echoing in my aching head. I rubbed my eyes, only two more songs. I reminded myself. We began performing Clap, I grew a bit worried when it got closer to my part, I felt like I was going to sneeze and no amount of rubbing at my nose seemed to do anything. My part came up, and it went flawlessly, except on the third to last word my breath hitched, and by some stroke of luck I managed to hold back the urge to sneeze. As the last part of the concert progressed I continued to hide the growing headache I had and focused on performing, it seemed to work as none of the members commented and no one seemed to notice.  

After the concert I was in the green room (idk if thats what it is really called by my theater kid brain says to call it that) with the other members. I sat down on the couch and rubbed at my itchy face. I still felt like I needed to sneeze.

 I felt the couch dip next to me. “you alright?” I heard, recognizing the voice as Joshua's. I nodded. knowing my voice would betray me if I chose to speak. I felt him moving to get up when the sneeze that had been building for the last 15 minutes decided to finally come out. ¨heichu-heh-eichu¨  

``Bless you,”  Joshua said, patting my shoulder. I wiped at my watery eyes, brushing away the itchy tears that had gathered. “Thanks” I said with a soft sniffle. He smiled and walked away. I rubbed the side of my head around my eyes, the pressure that had been building spiked when I had sneezed. 

The manager called us to get on the bus to begin driving to the next stop. I stood up, stumbling just a tad. Shaking my head lightly to clear the fuzziness in my brain.  Once on the bus it was fairly quiet, all of us tired from the concert. Jihoon, Jeonghan, and Chan had all fallen asleep. I tried to sleep but it was like my whole body was telling me no, my brain felt fuzzy and my head felt cloudy and almost heavy, my nose itches badly, and my sinuses were in pain. 

Joshua p.o.v 

Finally done, I sighed in relief as I went off the stage. “I’m so tired” I complained in English to Vernon who had sat down next to me. “me too” I looked around at the other members. Everyone looked so tired, especially Seokmin, who was sitting in the corner with his face buried in his hands. “Is he okay?”

“I have no idea, I’m gonna go check on him”

I went over and sat down next to him. “Are you alright?” he nodded and rubbed his face. I assumed that he was tired and was trying to nicely hint at me to leave. As I stood up I heard a soft gasp coming from the younger man. I turned around in time to see him clasp his hands in front of his face and sneeze twice. “Bless you,” I said gently, patting his shoulder. He thanked me, his voice was stuffy and his eyes were watery. His nose stood out bright pink against his pale skin. I grew a bit more concerned, he looked noticeably sick. 

Before our manager called for the whole group I went up to Seungcheol. “hey, Cheol, I just wanted to let you know I think that Seokmin is either getting sick or is already sick”

“Alright, thanks for telling me, I’ll keep an eye on him.” 

On the bus I noticed how Seungcheol had intentionally sat near Seokmin, I glanced at the younger of the two who flopped back onto the chair. I took note of how he had put a small handful of tissues into his pocket, feeding into my belief that he was indeed sick. 

seungcheol p.o.v

Once we were on the tour bus I took an evaluation of Seokmin. His skin was pale, which made his bright pink nose stand out, his eyes looked glossy and empty, like he was sleeping with his eyes open. I noticed that his bangs clung to his sweaty forehead. I guessed he had a fever, but we had also just been performing so I couldn't be too sure.

Seungkwan p.o.v

I am bored and tired. I look around the bus. I saw Seokmin sitting alone. He looks bored. I carefully moved over to him. his eyes were closed but I could tell he was still awake ¨hi hyung¨ I said poking his side. He flinched. ¨hi¨ he said, opening his eyes. I noticed how scratchy his voice sounded. ¨are you okay?¨ 

¨ye-eh-ah¨ I noticed his voice caught halfway through his sentence, his voice growing rougher with each word. He cleared his throat and coughed a few times. ¨should I pretend I believe you?¨ He rolled his eyes. ¨I mean it I- hnxtch-he-hxtch-hextech¨ he pinched his nose making the sneezes almost silent.  The only reason I knew he had sneezed was because I was looking at him. He coughed a few times after. 

¨ Seok, you okay?¨ Seungcheol asked, leaning over a sleeping Chan. 

¨Im okay, just a little bit off today for some reason¨ 

¨are you sick?¨ he asked with no response. We looked at him and saw he was staring into space with a glossed over look to his eyes. I waved my hand in front of his face, calling his name a few times. He continued to stare blankly in front of us. His eyes began watering. When he suddenly snapped forward with a harsh triple of sneezes. This time not stifled and seemed to grab the attention of Jisoo who was sitting across from us. ¨bless you¨ 

Seokmin looked at him and muttered a quiet thank you, his face still buried in his elbow. He glanced around at us shyly. ¨can you.... not look at me¨ he said shyly avoiding eye contact. 

Seokmin p.o.v

I felt the three of their eyes staring at me. I avoided looking at any of them, my face still buried in my arm. I really needed to blow my nose and clean off my arm but I didn't want them watching me. I asked them to look away and after making sure none of the others were looking I pulled my face away from my elbow cringing at the wetness on my sleeve. I pulled the tissues from the pocket of my jeans. Once again cringing, this time at the way my skin prickled. 

I used a few of the tissues to dry up my arm, then blew my nose, instantly regretting it. ¨hey-heichew-hEYchew-eHITchu¨  The sneezes coming out much louder than I expected. The three who were asleep stirred and woke up. and everyone else looked up. 

¨bless you¨ I heard a few of the members say. 

¨are you okay?¨ 

¨yeah, I- think I mi-hechew-eiuchu-heh-eichu- *sniff* I think I have a cold¨ I shyly admitted, knowing there was no way I could hide it anymore. 

¨do you have a fever?¨ I shrugged, I felt a cold hand press to my forehead sending a shiver through my body. 

Josh p.o.v

I placed my hand on his forehead, not missing the way he shivered right after. He was much warmer than I expected. 

¨fever¨ I said, pulling my hand away, only after he slumped forward did I notice how much he was leaning into my hand.

¨how close are we to the hotel?¨

¨15-20 minutes¨

¨why don't you go back to sleep?¨ I said pulling the younger to lean on my shoulder. 

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¨Seok, wake up¨ I gently shook his shoulder. He stirred and buried his face into the space between my shoulder and collar bone. ¨come on, you can go back to sleep when we get inside¨ I said gently running my hands through his hair. He didn't move for a few seconds, I assumed he went back to sleep. When he suddenly sat up and turned away from me. ¨Heichu-heuchiu-heichou¨ 

¨bless you¨ He thanked me quietly, his voice thick with congestion. ¨lets go inside, you look tired¨

¨maybe because I am¨ He mumbled as he followed me out of the bus and into the hotel, swaying slightly, I wrapped my arm around his waist.  

Once we were inside he sat down on the bed. Dropping his head into his hands. ¨ Do you want to take a shower? It might help with some of the congestion.¨ he shook his head, wincing at the movement. ¨I just want to sleep¨

¨Alright¨ I said gently, running my hands through his hair. ¨ Do you want me to stay?¨ I asked, but took his already asleep as a no. 

I closed the door of the room, turning off the lights as I left.

¨How is he?¨ I jumped at the voice. I saw Seuncheol standing there with a concerned look on his face. ¨you scared me¨

¨sorry. so how is he?¨

¨he fell asleep within a few seconds of getting to the room¨

¨good, maybe he can sleep off whatever is bothering him, you said he had a fever right?¨

¨yeah¨

¨how high would you say it was?¨

¨like not high enough to be scary or concerning, but high enough that it was noticeable that he had a fever¨

¨ Alright, we should check it next time he wakes up¨ I nodded. The two of us went to the main part of the suite where the other ten members were. They all looked at us. ¨asleep?¨

¨before his head even hit the pillow¨ I said sitting down next to Mingyu. The 12 of us sat watching a movie. About 45 minutes later Minghao suddenly paused the movie. We all looked at him. ¨What's wrong?¨

¨I thought I heard something¨ we all stayed quiet and listened. That's when I noticed soft cries coming from the other room. The others seemed to notice all 12 of us stood up (perfectly in sync ofc because its seventeen ffs) 

When we were in the room I noticed Seokmin curled in a ball with tears streaming down his face. We all looked at each other not wanting to overwhelm him. I nudged Seungcheol forwards who went over to the younger and placed his hand on his shoulder. ¨Seokie¨ his voice is soft. Seokmin flinched away but noticing who it was he suddenly hugged him. 

¨are you okay?¨

¨Im s-sorry¨ he sobbed. ¨why are you sorry?¨

¨I keep letting you guys down¨ His voice is wavering and catching on every word. ¨hyung, were you having a nightmare¨ Chan said as he sat down on the bed and gently rubbed his hyung's back. 

Seomin nodded as he wiped under his eyes with the back of his hand. Before sneezing into his hands. He cringed. Seungkwan took a few tissues out of the box and wiped around Seok's eyes and nose. 

¨Josh, can you get the thermometer?¨ I nodded and left to go search around for one. 

Mingyu p.o.v

I felt bad for Seokmin, I can't remember the last time I saw him this upset. I sat down on his other side gently brushing his hair out of his face, noticing the heat radiating off of it. 

¨Hansol, can you go get a cool cloth?¨ he nodded and left. Seungcheol gave me a small grateful smile. 

¨he needs to stay hydrated.¨ Jihoon spoke up. ¨Gyu, do you want to make soup for him?¨ I nodded and stood up. ¨Wonu, can you help me?¨ he nodded and followed me out of the room. I looked around the small kitchen and found ingredients for soup, as well as teabags and honey. I trusted Wonwoo to make the tea, knowing it would be hard to mess that up. 

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When we returned to the room once the food and tea was ready, everyone was crammed on the large bed, barely even room for anyone to move, let alone eat. 

All the members except Josh, who I knew would end up feeding Seok, and Seungkwan, who had somehow ended up with Seokmin on top of him, cuddled into his chest. 

¨Whats his temp?¨

¨38.8¨ (or 101.9 for us Americans) 

¨what can we do to lower it?¨

¨once he eats, he can take some fever reducers, and the cool cloth will help lower his over all body temp, if it gets any worse we'll have him take a cold shower, but hopefully with the fever reducers it won't get to that point.'' 

Once the sickie finished his soup he took the medicine. He slumped back on to Seungkwan's chest, Joshua sat next to them running his hand through Seokmin's hair. As the mass of members began to leave I heard a soft ''stay'' coming from Seokmin. 

''all of us'' he nodded. I was shocked, I think we all were, but no one said anything. Seungkwan and Joshua stayed on the bed, but the other ten would rotate. 

We stayed, calming him down when he had woken up to more nightmares, filling up his cup with more tea. bringing cold cloths to keep his fever down. Thankfully his fever had peaked at 38.8, so we never had to force him to get up. Although I don't think we've ever gone through that many tissues, even during allergy season. With the combination of crying and sneezing that Seokmin was doing there was always a few tissues within arm's length. 

It was honestly a miracle that the entire group didn't end up catching it. Joshua being the only one, although he wasn't even close to as bad and Seokmin was. He even repeatedly assured us that his sneezes and runny nose were just from the colder climate. No one bought it, but at least he tried. 

(2354 words)

[slytherinshua]

　　　seventeen masterlist ⟡₊ ⊹

⋆˙⟡ = author's pick !

　　　　seungcheol

walk in the woods (req)

genre: fluff. | wc: 616.

[5:02am]

genre: fluff. timestamp. s.coups as a dad. | wc: 324.

cherry bows (req) ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. s.coups as a dad. | wc: 1k.

scoups with an oldest child s/o (req)

genre: comfort. headcanons | wc: 548.

　　　　jeonghan

[12:02am]

genre: fluff. timestamp. | wc: 406.

my attention (req) ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. | wc: 550.

　　　　joshua

my comfort (req)

genre: fluff. | wc: 415.

smitten

genre: fluff. | wc: 635.

home

genre: fluff. joshua as a dad. | wc: 795.

fairytales aren't real ⋆˙⟡

genre: angst. prince au. | wc: 1.8k.

meant for each other (req)

genre: fluff. soulmate au. | wc: 2.1k.

[6:14am]

genre: fluff. timestamp. | wc: 320.

clingy ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. | wc: 754.

soft thoughts !

one

　　　　junhui

[9:43pm]

genre: fluff. timestamp. | wc: 325.

champagne kisses (req) ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. celeb au. | wc: 793.

　　　　soonyoung

nothing yet . . .

　　　　wonwoo

love drive

genre: fluff. | wc: 1.5k.

[7:38pm]

genre: fluff. timestamp. | wc: 461.

burnt promises, second chances ⋆˙⟡

genre: atla au. arranged marriage. slow burn. miscommunication. angst. fluff. | wc: 14.5k.

slice of cake (req) ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. established marriage. | wc: 490.

soft thoughts !

one

　　　　jihoon

[12:18am]

genre: fluff. timestamp. | wc: 364.

file folder

genre: fluff. crack(?) | 1.4k.

covers, quiet, and you

genre: fluff. | wc: 569.

still mad? (req)

genre: fluff. | wc: 411.

　　　　seokmin

[3:06am]

genre: fluff. dk as a dad. timestamp. | wc: 240.

tipsy love (req)

genre: fluff. | wc: 681.

muse

genre: fluff. kinda historical. | wc: 1.4k.

mozzarella sword (req)

genre: fluff. | wc: 957.

sleepy bunny (req)

genre: fluff. | wc: 468.

falling dreams ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. period comfort | wc: 804.

soft thoughts !

one

　　　　mingyu

[11:42pm]

genre: fluff. timestamp. | wc: 328.

outnumbered

genre: fluff. mingyu as a dad (pt. 1). | wc: 1.4k.

best dad in the world

genre: fluff. mingyu as a dad (pt. 2). | wc: 1.4k.

home alone ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. mingyu as a dad (pt. 3). | wc: 2.6k.

uncannily perfect (req)

genre: fluff. soulmate au. friends to lovers. | wc: 2k.

golden retriever (req)

genre: fluff. | wc: 439.

　　　　minghao

affection

genre: fluff. prince au. | wc: 1.2k.

agent xu (req)

genre: fluff. assassin au. | wc: 2.1k.

all my love

genre: fluff. headcanons. | wc: 558.

trusting you (req)

genre: fluff. | wc: 603.

soft thoughts !

one

　　　　seungkwan

glasses (req)

genre: fluff. | wc: 531.

sleep is the best medicine

genre: fluff. sickfic. | wc: 1.4k.

married life

genre: fluff. | wc: 707.

　　　　vernon

jealousy, jealousy (req)

genre: fluff. | wc: 760.

pampering

genre: fluff. period comfort. | wc: 1k.

　　　　chan

marshmallow love

genre: fluff. friends to lovers. | wc: 756.

　　　　other

seventeen atla headcanons ⋆˙⟡

genre: headcanons. atla au. | wc: 1.6k.

[ksywoo]

11:50 pm / b.sk

pairing: boo seungkwan x reader pronouns: not specified word count: 1.6k genre: fluff, sickfic, crush confessions, sharing a bed, friends to lovers, lots of pouty seungkwan warnings: seungkwan has a cold, seungkwan is insecure and it makes me so sad but reader reassures him okay note: this started as reader being sick but then I saw a compilation of seungkwan crying and said no it's comfort seungkwan time bc he deserves the world i want to give him a Hug so bad

masterlist

Seungkwan smiled forcefully at the joke being told, face wincing in pain softly. Maybe you only noticed because of how head-over-heels you were for him, but the others in the room continued their loud conversation as you turned to Seungkwan. 

“Are you okay?” 

He breathed out quickly and pouted, tilting his head. “I don’t feel very good.” 

“Are you getting sick?” you asked, placing the back of your hand on his forehead, then his cheek, testing the temperature of his skin against your own. You frowned, so worried about how hot his skin was that you put your other hand on your own forehead to see if a healthy person would feel that warm. “You should get some rest,” you suggested. 

He shook his head, pouting, but his heavy eyelids and furrowed brows as he sank further into the couch against you told you that he was close to complying with whatever you asked. 

“Come on,” you urged, nudging his arm. “You’ve been working a lot. It could just be from that, but you feel warm and you haven’t been sleeping well anyway.” 

“Who told you that?” he asked, guilt flooding his features. 

“No one, I just pay attention to you.” 

He laughed through his nose weakly and smiled, eyes blinking slowly with sleep. “Cute.” 

You shook your head, standing up and holding your hands out. “Come on, Kwan. Bedtime.” 

“You’re going to bed?” Seokmin asked, interrupting his own story when someone finally notice you and Seungkwan having your own side-adventure. “It’s not even midnight!” 

“I think Seungkwan’s getting sick. I’m making him go lay down.” 

“That’s probably for the best. He hasn’t slept at all this week,” Jihoon commented. 

“Hey, don’t tell on me,” Seungkwan pouted. “I’m going now, okay?” 

“Are you coming back?” Vernon asked, his hoodie covering most of his face as he curled up on the couch half-asleep already. 

“Yeah, I’m just making sure he actually goes to sleep first.” 

“Feel better Kwannie,” Seokmin begged as he puckered his lips in his friend’s direction. Seungkwan pretended to catch the air kiss and placed it on his heart as you led him out of the dorm and to his own. 

It only took dragging Seungkwan up one flight of stairs to reach his dorm and fighting him over whether he should eat or not (you were adamant he at least eat something small since you hadn’t seen him consume food at all that day, and you had been with him since the morning. He just pouted and said his tummy hurt too much. He won.) before he was finally laying in his bed with his pajamas on and covers up. 

“I’ll be right back,” you promised, venturing to his bathroom to find a thermometer before returning to his room. 

“This feels unnecessary,” he grumbled when you poked his back and made him take his temperature.

“What happened to health being important to you?” you teased and he shrugged half-heartedly. 

“I’m too tired to care.” 

You took the thermometer back and grabbed the correct medicine from his bathroom cabinet before returning to him again with a glass of water. 

“Sit up,” you ordered, handing him the medicine, vitamin C, and water after he slowly pulled himself up. 

He handed you the empty glass and you set it on the nightstand. “Will I live, Doctor?” he asked and you laughed lightly, nodding emphatically. 

“I think so. Sorry that you don’t feel good. I’m sure you’ll feel a lot better after getting some rest,” you said as you pushed some of his bangs away from his eyes. “It seems like you only have a small cold so it will hopefully go away soon if you keep taking medicine.” 

“Thanks for taking care of me,” he thanked softly, looking down at where you had grabbed his hand without realizing it. He was playing with your fingers gently and it was weirdly comforting. 

“No problem, Kwan.” 

“Do you really pay attention to me?” he asked quietly and you felt your whole body freeze for a moment at the sudden question. 

“Of course, I do. I care about you a lot.” 

“Why?” 

You noticed that he was specifically not looking at you; his eyes fixated on your hands, then the wall, then the comforter over his legs. 

Your heart broke slightly at the sudden insecurity you could now see all over him, in his expression and body language and laced in his voice. It wasn’t just a curious question, it was him doubting being someone others cared for. He rarely was anyone but the loud, charming, outgoing, happy, and expressive Seungkwan that everyone saw, and you had a feeling that you were the only one who got to see this version of him. The version that was insecure and doubtful and holding so much weight on his shoulders. 

It suddenly occurred to you that the months of you hinting at your crush on him would go completely unnoticed forever unless you told him directly. So you did. 

“Because I like you.”

He looked up quickly, shock evident in his raised eyebrows and parted lips. “Me?” he repeated. “W-why?”

“Why?” you laughed. “Are you kidding? Seungkwan, you’re a catch and I hang out with you so much, it shouldn’t be shocking that I’d catch feelings for someone like you.” 

“Someone like me?” he repeated your words, confused. “But.. why would you like me when you also hang out with people like Min–” 

“Don’t you dare compare yourself to anyone,” you cut him off sternly. “I like you. I’m sorry if that makes things weird between us, but of course I care about you and want to take care of you because you always take care of everyone else and you need to be looked after too.” 

Seungkwan’s ears were red, his head ducked down as he hid his face in one of his hands, the other still loosely holding onto your fingers. That was a good sign. At least he wasn’t being weird. 

“Are you sure I just have a cold?” he mumbled into his hand. “This feels like a fever dream.” 

“What?” you laughed. 

“I can’t believe you like me. I… you’re so cute,” he smiled, peeking at you through his fingers. 

You pulled his hand away from his face, admiring the soft pink in his cheeks. “You need some rest, sick boy.” 

“You’re not even going to let me tell you how I feel?” he asked, a shy smile that didn’t match his teasing tone as you stood up and lifted the covers for him to slide back under. You tucked the blankets under his chin and shook your head. 

“Nope. I’m too scared for the reply.” 

“Oh, who’s the insecure one now? I like you too, weirdo.” 

It didn’t come as a complete surprise – you had some suspicion which is why you were able to confess to him so easily with no plan – but that didn’t make hearing the words any less flustering. 

“You’re really going to leave me here alone after telling me you like me and knowing I like you back?” 

Like you back. 

You liked hearing those words together in that order. It was nice. 

“You have a cold, I’m not kissing you or anything.” 

“I wasn’t asking that. I just want to cuddle,” he pouted, and, like always, you were weak to his frown. “I was going to ask you anyway since I’m sick and weak and cold and need attention and love and–” 

“Just for a few minutes,” you bargained, smiling at his soft cheer as he lifted the covers for you to join him under. He immediately wrapped his arms around your waist like he always did and buried his face in your neck. “You’re so hot,” you complained at the instant warmth covering your body wherever your limbs touched. 

He giggled. “I know you think so, you just told me you like me.”

“Not like that,” you laughed, poking his side and making him squirm. “Okay, yes like that, but that’s not what I mean right now.”

“But you’re so comfortable,” he whined when you shifted. “Please stay just a little bit?” 

You sighed, threading your fingers through his hair as your other hand rested on his upper back. “Just for a little bit.” 

After a few moments of silence, when you hoped he had fallen asleep after days of not resting, he spoke up again, saying your name softly. 

“Can… you tell me what you do like about me?” he mumbled into your neck.

You smiled widely, pressing a kiss to his hair. That was a topic you could talk his ear off about, and you were more than happy to bore him to sleep telling him all the things you liked and admired about him. 

BONUS: 

Vernon yawned and turned his head to look at the clock. You had taken Seungkwan to his room more than an hour ago and you still weren’t back. He knew Seungkwan could be stubborn, but not that stubborn that he would fight you about going to bed, especially since he was nearly falling asleep when you dragged him out of the dorm. 

“Can they hurry up?” he groaned softly. “I wanted to ask them about something.” 

“About their friend?” Jeonghan teased as he kicked the younger boy’s leg.

Vernon glared at Jeonghan before standing up and shoving his hands in his hoodie pockets. “I’m gonna go see if something happened or they left or something.” 

Vernon took the steps up two at a time and walked in when he got to Seungkwan’s dorm. He didn’t hear any bickering or crying or anything other than the sound of the night, so he assumed you had left. When he cracked open Seungkwan’s bedroom door to see you two curled up together, fast asleep, he decided his questions could wait another day. 

[junhaoclub]

3 sentence fics masterlist

here are of all my 3 sentence fics posted so far!

2JI 

making up 

2SEUNG 

attention 

BOOGYU

height 

BOOSEOK

wizard au 

CHANHAO

feelings realization 

CHANHOON

first kiss 

non au 

first “i love you” 

first time chan tops 

first time smut (top!jihoon) 

CHANHUI

oblivious!chan 

CHANSHUA

college graduation 

CHEOLSOO

apocalypse au 

GYUHAO

medieval au 

GYUSHUA

60′s au 

JEONGCHAN

baby 

nightmare 

nervous!chan 

JEONGCHEOL

idol au 

argument 

seungcheol joins the military 

matching hoodies 

little mermaid au 

cuddling 

JICHEOL

hugs 

JUNGYU

hate to love 

hybrid smut (top!mingyu) 

drinking 

height problems 

hugs 

hp au 

JUNHAN

uni au 

JUNHAO

smut (top!minghao) 

coming out/hybrid au 

attention 

vampire!junhui and werewolf!minghao smut 

cuddles 

vocal junhui 

chinese teasing 

accidental kiss 

vampire!junhui 

hybrid!junhui sickfic 

mermaid!junhui is introduced to cats 

vampire cat!minghao 

mpreg (trans!junhui) 

making up 

making out 

JUNHOON

jihoon can’t see 

JUNSHUA

vampire au 

alien au 

JUNSOL

games 

MAKNAE LINE

dorky confessions 

MEANIE

non-sexual age play  

break up 

anniversary 

jealousy

OT13

chan’s first kiss 

SEOKHAN

innocent!seokmin 

soulmate au 

SEOKHAO

circus au 

SEOKHOON

lazy morning in bed 

smut (dom!jihoon) 

SEOKSOO

first time holding hands  

jealous!jisoo 

flustered!seokmin 

SEOKSOON

college au 

SEOKSOONCHAN

first date 

SEUNGCHAN

best friends 

SOONCHAN

drunk!soonyoung 

morning after 

caught on the couch 

flustered!chan 

debate enemies 

cuddles 

awkward outcast!chan and friendly!soonyoung 

sleepy cuddles 

SOONGYU

break up 

SOONHAO

soonyoung missing minghao 

SOONHOON

moon children au 

abo smut (dom!jihoon and top!soonyoung) 

SOONHUI

rival to lovers au 

SOONSOL

grocery shopping 

VERHAO

hot boxing 

VERKWAN

dystopia au 

concert proposal 

love confession 

desperate 

break up 

movie night 

figure skater!seungkwan and hockey player!hansol 

WONCHAN

being loud 

WONHAO

model au  

ghost hunting au 

shopping for new glasses 

asking each other out 

WONHUI

morning cuddles 

argument 

nerd!junhui and bad boy!wonwoo 

sugar daddy au 

college classmates 

cat pillow 

cat cafe owners 

WONSHUA

arranged marriage au 

[ksywoo]

masterlist

☀︎︎ / fluff

☽ / angst

♡ / suggestive

guidelines

reader always written to be inclusive of everyone unless specified otherwise

**please let me know if anything feels not inclusive :)**

SEVENTEEN

c.sc | choi seungcheol scoups

☀︎︎ 6:29am 0.6k | established relationship, sleepy/clingy!cheol

k.sy | kwon soonyoung hoshi

☀︎︎ How to Cope with Rejection: An Unhelpful Guide to Protecting your Friendship 5.5k | idiot friends to lovers, accidental confessions ☀︎︎ 2:00am 1.1k | flirty drunk soonyoung, confessions

l.jh | lee jihoon woozi

☀︎︎ let them see I'm yours 1.3k | established relationship, woozi jealous (ish)

l.sm | lee seokmin DK

☀︎︎♡ 8:30pm 1.6k | established relationship, fluff, suggestive, a little bit of angst but not really, kissy kissy fic hehe, dk reassures insecure reader

b.sk | boo seungkwan

☀︎︎ 11:50pm 1.6k | sickfic, insecure seungkwan (if you squint), confessions

c.hs | chwe hansol vernon

☀︎︎ 11:19pm 0.7k | established relationship, fluff, sleepy vernon, sharing a bed

units

☀︎︎ svt leaders drunk voicemail 2.3k | separate pairings, drunk leaders, confessions, accidental confessions members: choi seungcheol, kwon soonyoung, lee jihoon

others to be added soon :)

BOYNEXTDOOR

m.jh | myung jaehyun

☀︎︎ (not so) secret 1.3k | secret relationship, fluff, fem!reader ☀︎︎ texts bnd send you of jaehyun TEXTS | established relationship, dramatic jaehyun always misses reader

l.dh | lee donghyun leehan

all (minus woonhak)

☀︎︎ changing plans TEXTS | established relationships, reader or bnd doesn't feel well