Anonymous asked: Are request open? Can I resquest a expansion for “BAP When he’s sick” with Himchan? 😊 Thank you and I really love your blog and your writing *kisses*
A/N: Aw, thank you so much sweetie! Kisses to you too. ^^ I hope you enjoy!
This is a drabble expansion of a reaction I wrote here.
Entering the dorm you found your sick
boyfriend sitting at the counter resting his head on his arms.
Side-eyeing Yongguk you shared a smirk at Himchan’s dramatics.
Placing a hand between his shoulder blades and rubbing gently you
whispered, “Babe, why aren’t you in bed?”
He raised his head and even you had to
admit he looked awful. “Waiting for you.”
Oh have mercy. Your boyfriend felt
pitiful and was milking it. “C'mon. Let’s get you into bed.” That
he didn’t have a flirty comeback indicated how bad he was feeling.
Picking up the tote of supplies you brought you ushered him into his
room and shut the door.
Wordlessly you pointed to the bed and
he shuffled over. Once he was under the covers you tucked him in and
a tension in his face eased. Making a bit of a fuss about getting him
comfortable he smiled weakly at you, appreciating the attention. His
eyes were glassy and cheeks flushed, dead give aways he had a fever.
Rummaging through your bag you found the medicine you needed and some
chocolate to get rid of the taste.
While he was taking the cold medicine
you had stepped out to the bathroom to get a cold compress. Placing
it on his throat and then dabbing at his temples, you finally left it
lay on his forehead. He groaned at the coolness against his skin and
you laughed. “Watch it, or they’re going to think I’m doing
something else to make you feel better.”
Himchan’s lips quirked and your heart
warmed that even as obviously sick as he was he still had his sense
of humor. Eyelids drooping you encouraged him to sleep. After he
drifted off you gently flipped the compress over and frowned at how
much his fevered skin had warmed the other side.
Two hours later he woke and the first
thing his eyes did was search the room for you. Brushing his damp
hair from his forehead you told him you were going to warm up some
soup you brought. When you came back he ate every drop without
complaint. Jokingly you admitted to liking this docile side of him.
Self consciously his hands clutched at
the blankets as he stared at his lap. “I’m just thankful you came
to take care of me.”
Little did he know it was these moments
of vulnerability that tugged at your heartstrings. Certainly more
than any lip rubbing or eyebrow wiggles when he was trying to be
charming. These rare instances where he let his uncertainties bleed
through his confident exterior to show you the man underneath
captivated you. He always felt he needed to be perfect to be loved,
but the reality was just the opposite. Taking the soup bowl from him
you tossed over your shoulder, “Of course. Just don’t expect any
kisses until you’re better.”
He didn’t say anything and you imagined
he was pouting dramatically. But when you turned back to him he was
watching you with nothing short of adoration. Embarrassed you felt
your cheeks get warm. “You’d better still look at me that way once
the cold medicine wears off.” You joked.
Voice rough from illness and disuse,
nonetheless you heard him croak out, “Always.”