“Ow! God, that hurts.”
“Stop moving around!”
“I wouldn’t move around so much if you weren’t inflicting pain upon literally every single part of my body right now.”
“Oh, don’t be so dramatic. It’s your fault you’re in this mess in the first place.”
“Hmph,” Hoseok grunted, leaning himself back into the pillows.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
It was supposed to be a nice, relaxing day in the comfort of your air-conditioned bedroom.
You were supposed to get caught up in the book you had been wanting to read. You were supposed to stay in bed, maybe with a nice glass of iced tea, as you ignored literally everything around you.
But instead, your overly-excited boyfriend had somehow managed to drag you to the beach.
And that was when everything went wrong.
“Let’s go to the beach.”
“Come onnnnn,” your boyfriend let out, in his whiniest voice imaginable.
“I don’t want to.”
“Pleeeeaaase?” Hoseok begged, making sure his eyes looked as wide as possible. “I really want to go to the beach with you. Don’t you want to spend some time with me?” He was bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet, unable to hide his excitement.
“Fine,” you groaned after a few tense minutes of staring each other down. There wasn’t much you could say no to when Hoseok was giving you that look.
And that was how you found yourself in a comfortable spot on the sand, book in one hand and an icy cold water bottle in the other. Hoseok had taken off as soon as you had arrived, and you could make out his figure splashing around in the distance.
So much for spending some time together.
Though your boyfriend had basically ditched you, for the ocean nonetheless, you couldn’t be angry. He looked way too cute when he was that excited.
After about an hour, Hoseok had come back to join you, plopping down next to you rather ungracefully, kicking a gracious amount of sand in your direction.
And with you being so caught up in your book, you didn’t even realize that he had fallen asleep next to you. It was only when he began to stir did you realize that he’d spent the last hour and a half or so knocked out.
Under the sun.
And when you looked over at him, you couldn’t help but gasp.
Hoseok was beet red. All over.
“Do you want to head back home now?” he asked, rubbing his eyes, not comprehending the look of horror you were sending him. “It’s gotten really hot.” He fanned himself a little.
“Umm… Hoseok. Did you put on sunscreen when we got here?”
“What?” He looked extremely dazed, as if the concept of sun protection was completely foreign to him. You couldn’t tell if it was because he was still groggy from his nap, or if he was beginning to feel the pain of the burn. He lifted his arm up. “Hey, my arm is really red. Oh, this one is too—wait—”
So now you were sitting here on your bed, rubbing aloe vera onto your forgetful boyfriend’s arms and legs when you could be doing something a lot more productive with your time.
Like finishing your book. You didn’t even want to go to the beach in the first place.
It wouldn’t have been such a big deal if your boyfriend wasn’t such a big, blubbering man-child.
“What kind of grown man doesn’t put on sunscreen?” You grumbled as you tried to soothe his hot skin.
“You should have reminded me!” he snapped back.
“I’m your girlfriend, Hoseok, not your babysitter!” you emphasized your statement by giving him a not-so-gentle pat on the leg.
When you saw his face grimace in what looked like actual pain, you felt yourself softening a little.
But only a little.
“Does it really hurt?”
Hoseok groaned, nodding his head. He flung his arms back to cover his eyes in a dramatic fashion, only to wince when he was forced to remember the awful sunburn on his skin.
“I feel like a potato,” he mumbled.
You could only stare at him.
“A fried potato. A fry. A french fry.”
“Are you sure you’re not running a fever, too?” you questioned, lifting a hand to feel his forehead. He was definitely warm, but not fever warm. “Do you want to go to the doctor?”
“A potato that’s been burned to a crisp and can’t legally be served in a restaurant.”
“All right, I think that’s enough. Let’s try to get some sleep,” you lifted him up slightly to give his pillow a small fluff, then pushed him back down lightly.
After killing the lights, you took your spot next to him on the bed. He instantly scooted closer to you, finding comfort in the crook of your neck as you ran your fingers through his hair in an effort to lull to sleep.
“The sun is evil,” he huffed. He sounded incredibly out of it, and you knew he would be succumbing to the drowsiness soon.
“I know,” you responded, trying hard to fight the grin that was threatening to appear on your face.
“No, really,” he mumbled. “I hate it. Why do we even need it, anyway?”
You didn’t respond, not finding it necessary to tell him that we do in fact need it to survive, only letting him continue his rant as you lazily carded your fingers through his hair.
After another five minutes of Hoseok uselessly cursing the sun, he finally fell asleep, though you could still hear him mumbling something along the lines of “stupid giant star” into his pillow. Sometime during those five minutes he had turned over and flopped onto his stomach, and though you knew he was going to be feeling it in the morning, you didn’t have the energy to try and flip him back over.
Finally, some peace and quiet.
Stretching out, you took the opportunity to turn on your bedside lamp and finally crack open your book again, picking up where you left off. Just as you were getting back into the story, however, a loud snore erupted from the boy beside you.
You should’ve known.
Being in relationship with Hoseok guaranteed just about anything but quiet time.
Sighing, you closed your book, placing it on your nightstand before turning around to face your sleeping boyfriend.
The room was dark, but there was still enough light to make out his flushed cheeks. You wanted to be angry at him for being so forgetful and basically ruining your day, but his red skin prevented you from feeling too upset.
It really did look painful.
You brushed the fringe away from his forehead, wincing a little as you took note of the redness on his nose and cheeks.
Sighing yet again, you got up and trudged to the kitchen, filling up a glass of water. You walked back and put the glass on Hoseok’s nightstand, knowing he was going to be searching for it in the middle of the night.
Hoseok was the kind of person who required extra attention he wasn’t feeling well.
You knew that when he woke up, he was going to be whining for something to soothe the pain. He would also probably beg you to make him breakfast as well, because “Oh my god, I can’t feel my arms and legs, you’re going to have to live for me” and “Look at my skin, I look like a lobster! Lobsters can’t cook their own breakfast.”
You knew you should probably set an alarm so you could get up before him to make it. That way your boyfriend could maybe save at least a little of his dignity.
But because you were such a caring and loving girlfriend, you decided against the alarm, falling back onto your pillow with a satisfied grin on your face.
He could afford to beg a little.
I loved this request! I figured since it’s the 4th here in the US, it would be a good time to post something like this.
To those of you celebrating here today, have fun! and please don’t forget to keep your pets in a safe environment, out of the heat and away from fireworks!
Also, I reached a (small) follower mark last night, and I just want to say thanks for sticking around and reading this awful blog. I’m just doing this for fun, and as a way to keep my writing in check while I’m not doing journalism, so it’s really cool to see you guys are reading.
Only one more request left! After that, I probably won’t be opening again until after The Red Bullet.