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When You’re Sick (Wonho, Minhyuk, Hyungwon)

Originally posted by lostinmonstax

Wonho - “Yeah, don’t worry about me.” You patted Wonho’s arm, reassuring him with a grin. The two of you had been walking down the snowy streets of Hongdae, window shopping the newly brought Christmas goods and outfits for the season. Wonho offered to give you his gloves which you politely declined. He shouldn’t have to know that you caught a small cold. You were trying to hide your coughs when the cars were noisily driving by, added on by the conversations of Korean people passing by. He looked over at you, questioning your condition but knew he would lose the fight if he continue to push with it. “Those trees are so pretty. I love the lights that…” You felt the world disappear into darkness as you felt your body fall to the ground. However, you didn’t feel the freezing, bitter, and frosty street beneath you. It was if a delicate cushion was what you fell on. At that point, your mind wandered into nothing as you forgot what happened. Meanwhile, Wonho caught your body in time, secretly thanking himself for working out in order to hold you in his built arms. He searched around, looking for the most efficient route home as he scooped up your body, where his arms were underneath your shoulders and legs. Within a short amount of time, Wonho took a subway and a short journey to his apartment. He set you down on his bed, remembering to tuck you into the blankets and applying a cold washcloth onto your forehead. “Why didn’t they tell me they were sick… Aish, always making me do favors.” He shook his head and continue to change out the cloth along with warming your hands that should have been encased in his gloves. “You should wake up now, Jagi…” Hoseok whispered into your ear. With enough effort, you pulled out of your unconscious state and looked around. “Am I home?” You touched the cloth and turned your head to Wonho, who sat next to the bed with an “are-you-serious” face. “Well, at least you can’t get out of bed for a while. Hi, I’m Wonho. Your nurse for the time being.” He chuckled and kissed your temple before taking your hand in his.

Originally posted by with-ikonics

Minhyuk - “Does it seem like I care, Jagi? You stay there and I’ll be on my way. Apparently, our date is at your house.” Minhyuk won this argument. You pushed the “end call” button before setting it on your nightstand, sighing that he was coming while you were in this state. You sat in bed, shivering underneath the cozy blankets with a kitten plushie he had given you for comfort. Its scent contained Minhyuk’s, strong but welcome. Just like his personality. “Jagi? Are you okay?” He tapped on the door before entering your room with a backpack he always carried around. “I’m okay.” You replied, coughing into your arm before leaning against the wall, closing your eyes. “I’m sorry that you’re sick, but at least I can spend more time with you. Although you’re ill, it doesn’t mean I can’t take care of you, so I brought some things that might help you take your mind of it.” Minhyuk smiled and patted your head before kissing your temple. Digging around his backpack, he brought out medicine, his laptop, earphones, and bath salts for when you want to relax in the hot water. “I won’t join if you don’t want me to,” Minhyuk joked as he shook the container. Crystallized salts that had a lavender color peaked your interest, but made you feel lazy to get out of bed. “I guess you’ll have to carry me there if I want to be clean, but yeah, no need to join me.” “If that is what you want.” The boy nodded and lifted the covers for him to fit onto your bed. It wasn’t exactly big per se, but it was enough to cuddle and sleep together. “Here, you can relax by listening to music and I’ll get some games ready for us to play. Soon, I’ll run down to the convenience store and buy some ice cream. We can play games with that, too. Sounds good?” You nodded as he gave you the earphones and kissed your cheek. “You’re so adorable when you’re sick. I’ll go crazy.” He clutched his heart and made a pained expression, which you laughed at. It felt lovely to hug him and feel better when you were sick. If only this could be forever…

Originally posted by monxbebe

Hyungwon - “I’m going to visit them today. Monbebes, are you expecting it too? Do you feel my heart racing? I know. I probably shouldn’t be dramatic but it’s fun! Anyway, let’s go into their room…” Hyungwon spoke to the camera, looking away to find you on the couch with tissues stuck up your nose, a computer on your lap, and a washcloth on your head. “Darn, I was going to do that, too. Oh well. Say hi to Monbebes, Jagi.” He turned the camera to you which you felt you looked disgusting, but instead greeted them in a drained voice, unmotivated to lift an arm. “Do you see who I have to live with?” Hyungwon whispered into the camera before– “Hey.” You retorted. “I happen to be sick and I thought you were bringing me some ddeokbokki.” He watched you complain, pouting while he filmed your reactions. Hyungwon laughed and covered his mouth as he turned the camera back to his face, walking over to sit beside you. “Don’t worry, I have it right here.” “What?! Yay!” You clapped your hand and set the laptop on the table, grabbing the bag. But before you could, he pulled it away while you swiped at the air. “Kiss first.” “You’re going to get sick, Hyungwon-ah.” “Kiss. First.” He tilted his head down and peered at you. Kissing his cheek, Hyungwon granted you the plastic bag filled with savory treats. He set the camera on the table, later clapping his hands saying, “This looks good! I’m getting hungry just watching you eat, so I will eat now.” He smiled and dug into the ddeokbokki, relishing the sweet and spicy taste of the rice cakes. The phone rang in the distance, the two of you looking over to the source. “Sorry, Monbebes, Jagi will go get it. Jagi?” He nudged your arm which you responded with the same action. “What are you talking about? You’re healthy and can go get it yourself.” “Who is the one that always buys you food? You get it, Jagi. Love you.” You sighed and he watched you get up, grinning in content as you answered it.

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slytherin-pansexual-pride  asked:

I have recently fallen in love with Jegulus thanks to you, and I don't know if you're still accepting prompts but if you are can you do a jegulus 'I heard you talking in your sleep' one shot thing? Love your writing BTW 💖

Got another one! BWAHAHAHAHA! No but seriously, thank you! I’d be happy to write some Jegulus for you <3


James grabbed a pillow off the bed and chucked it at a sleeping Regulus, which hit him square in the face. Reg groaned and rolled over in response, hugging the pillow that had just been thrown at him. “Come on, lazy arse,” James said, tugging the duvet down and off Regulus’ sleeping form. “You’ve got a busy day.”

“I hate you,” Regulus grumbled into the pillow. “I’ll never forgive my brother for hiring you.”

“Take that up with him,” James said, clapping his hands together. “The sun is shining and we have a five mile run planned for today.”

“I have a concert tonight,” Regulus said indignantly, sitting up and scrubbing his hand down his face. 

“Don’t worry, it won’t take us all day,” James said, jogging in place. “I mean, I know you’re slow as hell, but maybe we can get back before the sun goes down.”

“Har har,” Regulus said, rolling his eyes and getting up out of the bed. “Why did my brother have to hire a health nut to be my babysitter?” 

“Maybe you should have taken better care of yourself and then you wouldn’t need a babysitter,” James retorted.

Regulus flipped him a V as he walked into the bathroom. He pissed with the door open, having lost any sense of propriety, and began brushing his teeth. He walked back into the bedroom with his toothbrush sticking out of his mouth and started to get dressed.

“Might want to put on some clean underwear,” James told him, heading into the kitchen of Reg’s flat to make them a smoothie. 

“Fuck off, Potter,” Regulus shot back. “My pants and what’s inside them are none of your concern.”

“No?” James asked, walking back in and quirking an eyebrow. “That’s not what you said last night.”

Regulus froze with one leg halfway in his trousers. “What did I say last night?” he asked nervously, the sentence coming out mumbled from his toothbrush still in his mouth. He gave up on the trousers and walked into the bathroom to spit.

James chuckled from the doorway. “It was while you were sleeping. You were talking about how handsome I am.” 

“Bollocks,” Regulus said, turning on the tap and rinsing his toothbrush off.

“No, you definitely did,” James said with a smirk. “You were talking about how great my arse was.”

Regulus turned around the crossed his arms over his chest. “So what? I can admire someone’s arse, can’t I? That’s not against the recovering junkie handbook, right?” 

James shrugged. “You can do whatever you want as long as you stay sober.” 

Regulus stalked forward with a wicked grin on his face. “Even shag my babysitter?” 

James put his hand out to stop Reg from getting any closer. “You’re not meant to form personal relationships in the first year of recovery.” 

“That’s not doing whatever I want,” Regulus argued, playing with the hem of his t-shirt. “Come on, James. Live a little.”

James cleared his throat and turned away. “The smoothie is probably done,” he said, fleeing to the kitchen. 

Regulus groaned and followed after him. “You wanted us to have a workout, right? Well I can think of a better one than jogging.”

I’m not going to enable you, Reg,” James said firmly. “Sirius trusted me with your well-being and I mean to come through for him.”

“When did you become such a stick in the mud?” Reg asked, dropping heavily onto the sofa and staring up at the ceiling. “I remember in school you were always such a laugh.”

James huffed. “I’m still a laugh.” 

“Then prove it,” Regulus challenged, sitting up and staring at James from across the room. 

“I’m not going to let you bait me into something stupid,” James told him stubbornly. 

“Oh no?” Regulus asked, tugging his shirt up and tossing it across the room. “You know there’s constantly paparazzi outside. Maybe I’ll go flash them.” 

“Don’t you dare,” James growled, gripping the counter.

Reg laughed and stood up, sliding his pants down as he went and then walking out of them. He was nearly to the window when James tackled him and wrestled him to the ground, pinning his arms above his head. “Then distract me,” Regulus said, his voice nearly a whine. 

James sighed and buried his face in Reg’s neck. “Not like this,” he whispered, nuzzling Regulus affectionately. 

“Not like what?” Regulus asked, surprised by the intimate gesture. 

“Do you have any idea how difficult this job is?” James asked, pressing soft kisses to Regulus’ neck and making Reg writhe beneath him. “Having had a crush on you since school and then being heartbroken when you lost yourself to drugs. I know what growing up in that house did to you, the pressure they put on you to be perfect. It ate away at Sirius just how it eats away at you. It’s not enough that you’re gorgeous and smart as a whip and wonderful. They never made you feel like enough but you are, Reg, you are enough.”

James pulled back and looked down at Reg. There were tears forming in the corners of his eyes that he was trying desperately to blink away. “James…” he said in a broken out sob.

“It’s okay,” James said, releasing Regulus’ hands in favor of wrapping the younger man up in his arms. “I’m here.”

Regulus curled up in James’ lap and clung to him desperately. “You can’t possibly be interested in a train wreck like me,” he said, sniffling. 

“Can’t I?” James challenged, kissing the top of Reg’s head tenderly. “Well that’s too bad, because I am so gone on you.”

“Did I really say all those things about you in my sleep?” Regulus asked, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. 

“Yeah, you did,” James said with a lopsided grin. “It was very flattering.”

Regulus laughed and dropped his head onto James’ shoulder. “You know, sometimes you make me believe I’ll really be all right some day.” 

“You will be,” James said, hugging Reg tightly. “You’ve just got to want it badly enough.” 


One Year Later

Regulus got off the stage to the sound of thousands of screaming fans. He didn’t hear them though because his entire attention was focused on the man waiting in the wings. 

James opened up his arms and Regulus folded into them gladly. “You were wonderful,” James said, kissing Regulus softly on the lips. The night had been a massive success and Regulus had been a rock god on the stage tonight. James felt a swell of pride in his chest knowing that out of the thousands of people that wanted him, James would be the one in Regulus’ bed that night. 

“I’m so tired,” Regulus said, yawning loudly. “I think I’m getting old.”

“Not possible,” James said, lifting Regulus up into his arms and carrying him bridal style out of the venue. “If you’re getting old then I’m getting old.”

“I’m sure all the kale is helping keep you young and fit,” Reg teased, wrapping his arms around James’ neck and holding onto him as they walked to the car. James had arranged it so they could sneak out the side entrance and not be bombarded with fans. 

“It’s called a super food for a reason,” James joked, kissing Regulus’ temple. “How about tonight we get Chinese food?”

“Oh, my favorite,” Reg said, kicking his feet like an excited little child.

“We can get you out of these barely there leather trousers and snuggle up on the sofa.”

Regulus laughed. “Don’t pretend you’re not completely turned on by how I look in these trousers.”

“I didn’t say that,” James responded with a grin. “I’d just very much like to get you out of them.” 

Regulus sighed happily and closed his eyes, snuggling against James’ broad chest. “You won’t hear me complaining.” 

James secreted them out the side door where their black sedan was waiting in the alley for them. James managed to get the door open and then gently deposited Regulus in the back seat before sliding in next to him. Regulus immediately rearranged himself so he was pressed against James’ side. “Honey, take me home,” he requested quietly. 

“It would be my pleasure,” James told him as the car started for home. 

Preference #4 : He's getting married and you're not the bride

You looked stunning this afternoon. Your hair was done to perfection, your makeup was practically flawless, your dress looked like something that you pulled out from a fairytale, and Harry was waiting on the aisle for you. Of course you had to be at the aisle soon, you were chosen to be his ‘mate’ of honour! While you stared at yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t help but glance at H/B/N (Harry’s bride’s name), watching as she smoothed her wedding dress down. 

“I’m ready.” She breathed out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. You admired the diamond ring that Harry had given to her, you’re the one who helped him choose it. “Y/N, you have to go out first.” She reminded you as you mustered the biggest grin you could possibly manage. 

You pushed the doors open and made your way down the aisle as quickly as you could, standing right behind Harry while clutching your daisies. 

“One last fist bump before I become a married man?” Harry turned around, holding his hand up in a fist. You let out a sigh and nodded slowly, bumping your fist with his and giving him a thumbs up. The music started playing and the guests straightened themselves up, turning around to watch H/B/N walk down the rose petal covered aisle. She floated down the pathway like a princess, Harry’s gaze on her. He was completely infatuated with her, it was pretty obvious. So you stayed quiet. You stayed quiet as the priest read the sentences off his book, you stayed quiet as Harry and H/B/N recited their vows, but you couldn’t let the opportunity pass when you heard the phrase.

“To anyone who has any objections to these two getting married, speak now or forever hold your peace.“

Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Seconds were going by, seconds until Harry was officially married. 

“I object!” You blurted out, quickly slapping a hand over your mouth. 

“Y/N?” Harry whispered, turning around, his face full of shock. 

“I.. I.. uh..” You stuttered, trying your best to ignore the whispers coming from the guests. “One last fist bump before you’re officially married?” You squeaked out, raising your fist. A collective sound of sighs came from the audience before Harry let out a booming laugh, bumping his fist with yours and rolling his eyes playfully. 

“With no objections, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” The priest closed his book with a smile on his face. You diverted your gaze to the velvety ground as Harry leaned forward and gave H/B/N a sweet kiss, the guests cheering and clapping. 

“Forever hold my peace.” You muttered to yourself. 

“Y/N! Y/N!” You heard a voice, and then something soft tickle your nose. 

“Nngh.” You grumbled, whacking the invisible annoyance away from your face.

“Get up, you lazy piece of shit!” Niall smacked you with a pillow causing you to tumble out of bed. 

“What the hell, Niall!” You groaned, curling up into a ball on the cold wooden floors. 

“Good morning t’ ya too! You have t’ get ready, you’re me best man!” He reminded you, picking you up and tossing you back on the bed. 

“M’ a girl.” You yawned, rubbing your eyes and sitting up. “What time is it?” 

“5 in the mornin’. Let’s get to it!” 

Two and a half hours later, you were helping Niall adjust his tie as he stuck a rose in your hair. 

“We look fuckin’ awesome.” Niall commented, running a hand through his hair.

“Mhm.” You had been responding with short answers ever since you had put on your dress, your heart beating ten times faster than it usually would. 

“Something the matter?” Niall asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“Huh? Oh, nothing’s the matter. Just a little tuckered, s’all.” You shrugged, following him down the aisle. 

“We can grab some pints later, then you’ll wake up.” He teased as the guests started piling in, the chiming of bells commencing around the church. “It’s time.” Niall breathed out. 

“It’s time.” You echoed, watching your best friend moving on to a new chapter in his life. 


“I object!” You stood up from your spot, your hands trembling from nerves.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Y/F/N hissed from beside you. 

“I’ve been bottling my feelings up for a long time now, and I’m sorry that I waited for this long to tell you.” You stared at Louis as he let go of L/B/N’s hand. 

“Sit down, you don’t know what you’re doing.” Y/F/N had warned you about the possibility of losing your friendship with Louis if you told him about how you truly felt. Louis was smitten with L/B/N and confessing your love for him would get him confused and frustrated and he probably wouldn’t know how to handle it. 

“I know what I’m doing. I practiced in front of the mirror like 10 times.” You shook her hand off your wrist and she pressed her palms to her face, thinking about how she was going to clean this mess up after you confessed your feelings for Louis in front of everyone. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Louis stared at you as your mouth went dry. 

“I’m in love with you.” You blurted out. “A-And, I’ve been in love with you for a long time. I dreaded the day that you’d go off and find some other girl because then I would know that I’d never have a chance with you, and-“ 

“This is a joke, isn’t it?” Louis laughed. “Y/N, I know that you’re famous for your tricks, but this is my wedding.” Louis grinned, shaking his head. 

“What? N-No, this isn’t a jo-“ 

“Don’t worry, everyone. Y/N the prankster’s just making her appearance. Let the wedding continue, please.” Louis gestured for the confused looking priest to continue as he made his way back to L/B/N. Your heart was beating against your chest as your eyes began welling up with tears, everyone’s eyes still on you. 

“But it’s not a joke..” You whispered to yourself as Y/F/N pulled you back down gently, rubbing your arm in comfort. 

“I know it’s not, sweetheart. I know it’s not.” She sighed.
“It’s not a big deal. Your best friend’s getting married in one hour, and you’re going to support him no matter what.” You reminded yourself as you pinched your arm. “Your best friend’s getting married in five minutes, and you’re going to support him no matter what. Your best friend’s getting married in five minutes, and you’re going to support him no matter what. The love of your life is getting married in five minutes, and- oh!” You smacked yourself over the forehead and let out a small grunt, banging your head against the countertop. 

“Careful there. Wouldn’t want to ruin your hair.” Lou popped up from around the corner, her lilac hair pulled up into a ponytail. “I’m sorry, babe.” She walked over and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, giving you a quick squeeze. 

“These things are meant to happen.” 

“I hate my DNA, you know? For making me shy, and stubborn. For making me ugly, fat, stupid.. for giving me these boring Y/E/C eyes!” You frowned, pinching at your cheeks. 

“Don’t say that, Y/N. I hardly had to put makeup on ya, you’re a natural fuckin’ beauty!” Lou cooed. “I spent less time on you than I did on Zayn. And that’s sayin’ somethin’, because Zayn’s a greek god.” She scoffed. 

“Tone it down, Lou. You’re married and you have a daughter.” You grumbled. “I just.. I should have told Zayn about it before he propo-”

“Told Zayn about what?” Zayn poked his head in and you gasped, holding a hand to your chest. 

“Nothing.” You coughed. 

“Anyway, it’s show time in five minutes and I kinda need my best friend out here.” Zayn held a hand out for you and you took it, Lou trailing behind you. 

“You alright?” 

“Yeah, of course.” 

“Show time, then. Yeah?” 


“You look handsome.” You sighed, smoothing down Liam’s tux. “As per usual.”

“Thanks, Y/N. You’re not looking half bad yourself.” Liam teased. 

“Mm, thank you.” You mumbled, tucking a rose into his chest pocket. 

“You seem distracted this morning.” 

“Oh, I’ve just been tired lately. Planning your best friend’s wedding isn’t the easiest thing to do.” You smiled weakly. 

“How much sleep have you been getting?” Liam asked, concerned. 

“Like 7 hours. I’m fine.” The truth was you’d only be getting 4 hours of sleep a night. You were either tossing and turning in your bed, because the thought of losing your chances with Liam kept clouding your mind. The thought of him moving on with his life and leaving you behind scared you. 

“L/B/N is so nervous, it’s adorable. How’s the groom?” Karen stuck her head in the room, letting out an ‘aw’ at her charming son. “Liam, I’ve been dreaming of this day, and it’s finally happening!” She pressed a kiss to Liam’s cheek as you clasped your earrings on. 

“This is literally a dream come true. I’m getting married, and Y/N’s my best man.” 

“Best woman.” You corrected, patting his chest. “I suggest we go and get this over with, yeah?” 

“Get this over with? Y/N, it’s my wedding.” Liam frowned. “Out of all people, I thought you’d be the most excited for me.” Your heart hurt with the thought of Liam being upset while getting married, and you gave him a quick hug.
“I’m sorry. That came out wrong. I meant, let’s go and get you married to L/B/N before the crowd gets impatient.” You mumbled into his chest while he rubbed your back. 

“That’s the Y/N I’ve come to know and love.”