I wonder if Jongin and Kyungsoo still talk about the "I don't want to eat with that hyung" moment. Does Kyungsoo like to remind Jongin and tease him about it? Do they value this moment? Did they ever think it would lead them to dating?
i’m like criung so much beacause you all are so sweet and supportive and so nice to me like i wouldn’t of thought in a million years people would be this supportive and liked my stuff this much im just so blessed and soft rn i love you all i wanna cuddle each and everyone of you so bad nm,ffnb
A/N: Hey everyone! I want to say a few things about this one shot before I post it. First and foremost I wanted to tell you that this actually happened to me.. I got sick this exact way and this one hits home big time for me so bear with me because its also a really long fic, like over 2k words. So pull up a chair, grab a snack and I sincerely hope you enjoy this. Love you guys! -admin A
“Someone just come kill me please” I whine, cuddling into the covers. I’ve been sick for the past week and I feel like complete death.
I’ve been to the hospital twice now and they can’t figure out why my temperature has been out of control and why I don’t feel like eating anything. I can’t keep down that I eat anyway, so there’s really no point in trying.
The only reason I have even eaten anything all week is because Chanyeol makes sure of it. I love him, but he worries about me too much sometimes. He’s been working so hard and the last thing I need is for him to stress himself out any more trying to take care of me.
Today was the worst of it and I couldn’t get out of bed if I wanted to. I was so weak that if I wanted to go to the bathroom or do anything for myself I had to crawl.
I reach for the thermometer at my bedside and check my temp. 104.7F, the highest it’s been all week. I lay back down but it feels like a brick is sitting on my chest. I’m absolutely miserable, but I muster up the energy to sit upright, only to start coughing profusely.
I cough so hard that my eyes water and I can barely breathe. I try to stand to go to the bathroom and my knees go weak, but I catch myself in time to get back onto the bed and I do the only thing I can think of. I call Chanyeol.
I know he’s at work and I don’t want to worry him, but I also need to tell him. His phone rings a few times and I leave him a voicemail telling him what’s going on and ask him to call me back.
He calls me back almost immediately. Just hearing his voice makes me feel a little bit better, but I know that I can’t take care of myself with how I’m currently feeling.
I tell him everything that’s going on and tell him that I think it’s a good idea that I go to the hospital to get checked out. He agrees and I hear rustling from the other end of the phone.
“Baby? What’s going on?” I inquire. After about a minute, he replies.
“Sorry I was talking to my manager. Since I’m done with my part of the photoshoot they’re going to let me leave so I can take you to the hospital. I’ll be home in twenty. I love you.”
“I love you too. See you when you get here.” I hang up the phone and try to look presentable to no avail. I can’t even get out of bed let alone dress myself, so I lay in bed until he arrives. He finally gets here after what feels like ages and walks into the bedroom to see me in my pitiful state.
“Jesus babe you weren’t kidding.” He says as my body goes into another coughing spell. Once I finally stop coughing I tell him about the fever and how weak I am. He puts one of his masks on and helps me out of bed. He walks me to the bathroom, helps me get dressed and takes me to the hospital.
Your bare feet crashed against the frozen ground. You ignored the way your toes felt like they would snap off with every step. The sound of an explosion echoed off the trees surrounding you and you forced yourself not to turn around, forced yourself to keep moving. If you looked back, you would slow down, and you couldn’t risk getting caught.
“(Y/N)!” Somebody called from directly above you.
Your eyes grew wide with panic, heart rate accelerating to an unhealthy rhythm.
And suddenly, arms were wrapping around your waist, lifting you off the ground.
Sorry guys I don’t think I will be active on tumblr today.
Our friend’s 4 year old daughter who was battling cancer passed away last night and I don’t feel like doing much today. I hope y'all understand❤️