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#but i had to exit it each time to follow what the orthodontist said
orcelito · 3 years
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I love ice and I love being able to drink water
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jaeminlore · 7 years
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spontaneity  » sicheng
- prompt: I was thinking of a scenario with best friend!Sicheng where the reader and them have mutual crushes on each other. The reader is getting their wisdom teeth removed, but they're really scared and sicheng try to calm them down and make them feel happier but when the reader is finished with the procedure and is still a bit unconscious, they unknowingly confess, which makes sicheng wanna stick by longer and take care of them, then you can kinda choose where it goes on from there words: 1761 category: absolute fluff a/n: this is nothing but soft!sicheng tbh
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- "Are you sure you don't mind taking me?" Sicheng hears your timid voice from the passenger's seat of his car. He reaches forward, his lithe arms hovering over the console to turn down the radio volume. He thinks about you often, and it just so happened that during one of these thinking sprees this morning, you had called him up to fret about your surgery. For as much as he likes you, Sicheng can't bring himself to admit to you how he feels. He can't seem to confess to you the way your presence makes his heart beat faster and louder than any dance routine ever could. He thinks that there really aren't enough words to describe the ways you make him feel. So he keeps silent.
He's putty in your hands though, so when you ask him if your surgery will hurt, he offers to take you instead of your mom. That way you can squeeze his hand as tightly as you want whenever your gums hurt too much. He had assured you that he'd be there before, during and after the surgery so that you never have to worry. "I offered, Y/n, of course I don't mind. Besides, we can't have you saying anything strange in front of your mom." "Oh," you mumble, and Sicheng sneaks a peak at your darkened cheeks, wondering what you could be thinking about. "I forgot about the anesthesia." "Yeah, but it'll be okay. I mean, as long as you don't confess that you secretly hate me and wish our friendship would end," Sicheng jokes, but his inner insecurities have him wondering if you would say anything to that extent. Luckily, you retort with a loud "No!" that has him feeling more assured than before. "I'll never get tired of your friendship, Sicheng," you admit. Sicheng finds himself daydreaming about the past, and the days the two of you spent as mere children, brought together only by your mother's mutual friendship. He recalls how as toddlers, you were fascinated with his ears, and like to rub them before you fell asleep. Even now, sometimes, you would drape your arm across his shoulder and fiddle with his earrings.
He remembers your first day of school, when you were so confident to enter the classroom that Sicheng found himself wondering if you'd leave him and his timid self for more outspoken friends. You never did. In fact, you never even imagined leaving Sicheng's side for a moment. He recalls the moment he fell in love with you. Or, rather, it was a series of moments that had him craving your love. It was the way you spoke to children, and the contrast to how you insulted him whenever the two of you played video games. It was how some days you'd dress to the nines with flowers in your hair but on others you preferred a simple sweatshirt and jeans combination. It was how much you trusted him, and how he knew all of your secrets even down to the most embarrassing ones that could never be uttered again. Each of these times, Sicheng found himself wishing to be a part of your life in a more romantic way; a more intimate way perhaps. He wonders if there was ever a moment where you looked at him and thought the same. He feels your palm encase his as he pulls into the clinic. Your breathing is a bit more rushed, and Sicheng can imagine how you must be picturing all that could go wrong. After parking the car, he leans across the console and kisses your nose. It's spontaneous and completely out of character for him. But it emits a surprised giggle from you, so he thinks it's worth it. "Don't worry, okay? Everything is going to be okay. And when the pain is all gone, I'll buy you the biggest ice cream sundae money can buy." You smile, and Sicheng realizes that he's still very close to you. The distance is tempting. "Are you sure that's not for you?" you quip, your eyelashes fluttering. "I'm more of a cupcake person, you know." "But cupcakes won't numb your pain," Sicheng argues with a pout. "What if I get you an ice cream cake?" "I suppose that's a compromise," you say. Then you huff childishly, "I'll be late for my appointment if I don't go now." Sicheng looks outside of your window and licks his lips, forcing a nod to try and hide his embarrassment. He hadn't meant to keep you. "Alright, let's go." As you check in and pay for your visit, Sicheng stands idly beside you, wondering how he can help. He knows you're scared, but he has never really been good at comforting people. He settles for resting his palm against the small of your back, where his fingers can absentmindedly trace their way up and down your spine. Your touch has always comforted him, and in the same way he hopes his touch will comfort you. Perhaps it does, because you turn up to smile at him, whispering another "thanks for taking me," at which Sicheng only replies with a soft nod. By the time the orthodontist calls your name, Sicheng is positive that you are ready. Other than your shaky breath and unbreakable grip on his hand, that is. He pulls up a stool to sit beside you while your doctor tells you everything that will happen. Sicheng decides to listen in as well, especially during the aftercare part, as he is sure he'll be by your side up until you got better. It isn't long before everything is ready, and you are passed out, your hand falling limp in Sicheng's grip. "You should leave now," the docter says, "she won't wake until after the surgery, and we'll alert you as soon as that time comes." Sicheng thanks him in a soft voice and stands up. His gaze passes your sleeping figure as a few nurses trot in, preparing everything for the procedure. Once again, spontaneity overcomes him as he bends down to plant a kiss on your forehead. It feels like forever, waiting for you to return to the real world, where pain and confusion will quickly follow. Sicheng sits in the waiting room, a women's fitness magazine over his knee and the impatient urge to pee filling his thoughts. He wonders how long this surgery will take. After checking his phone and discovering that it has been more than a half hour, he decides that he can spare the quick rush to the men's room.
When he exits, his bladder empty and his hands newly washed, he comes face to face with one of the nurses, who seems to have been looking for someone. Him, obviously, he counters as she gestures for him to follow her lead. Back in the operating room, Sicheng can see that you've nearly woken up, but your eyelids are having a hard time staying open. Your mouth his filled with gauze, and your gaze his lifted above you, where your fingers are poised and wriggling. "They're like stars," you say groggily, and the doctor chuckles. He talks to Sicheng, "She'll be a bit delusional for a few hours or so, depending on how her body reacts. She might just go to sleep. Don't let her drive for the next twelve hours and don't let her drink through a straw. She can't eat for one hour after this as well. Her first dose of pain medicine has already been given to her, but she will need more at around six o'clock tonight." Sicheng nods, soaking up the instructions like a sponge. "Got it, Doc. Thanks." With one of the nurse's help, Sicheng manages to get your nearly limp into the passenger seat on his car. You slump against the headrest, and for a moment, Sicheng thinks you are asleep. You don't speak until Sicheng is already halfway back to your place. "You're so pretty, Sicheng." The jolt in his heart nearly makes him stop the car. "W-What?" "I said that you're pretty. Sometimes I look at your brown hair and I want to touch it." Sicheng doesn't trust himself to say anything intellectual, so he lets you continue your rambling. "You're so nice to me too! Sometimes I think, wow Sicheng must really like me." Sicheng hears a sniffle come from you, and his brows furrow in concern. He leans over and pats your knee, "What's wrong, Y/n?" Out of his peripheral vision, Sicheng can see you wiping your eyes roughly. He wants to chide you for potentially hurting your eyes, but he holds back. He can't get distracted while driving and he also would hate to put you in an even more emotional state. "Why are you crying?" You grab his hand and link his fingers with your own. "I'm crying because you're so nice! You always make me think that you like me and it sucks because I know you don't!" Sicheng pulls into your driveway at this time, his heart beating to the rhythm of a thousand thoroughbreds as he turns off the ignition. He turns to you slowly, as if you are a wisp of air that will fade as soon as he breathes on you. "You like me?" You nod, and the image is almost comical because of the copious amount of gauze between your cheeks. "I've always liked you, Sicheng. I like your voice and your lips and your ears and your shyness and the way you make me laugh . . . I love everything about you but you'll never know because I'm too afraid to tell you."
Sicheng smiles. He doesn't know whether to jump up and down in celebration or simply wipe away your tears and assure you that he does, he absolutely does like you back. There isn't a thing about you that he doesn't like. "I like you too, Y/n. And I promise that when you're off your anesthesia and can remember what I'm saying, I'll tell you every single thing I adore about you, starting with your beautiful eyes." At his words, you sit up a bit straighter, and Sicheng detects a bit of bravery in your voice as you ask, "Then can we snuggle?" He opens the car door, and jumps out, running around to help you out of your seat. He once again forgets that he isn't the spontaneous type, which encourages him to wrap his arms around you and lift you out of the car gently. "I would love that." »the end«
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