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