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wooandthesun · 2 months

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[20:19] wooyoung

can i kiss you? scenario 7/8

“wooyoung, don’t be stupid,” you breathed out, with laughs cutting in between every word you managed to speak before your best friend suggested yet another ridiculous plan to somehow escape the upcoming class none of you were excited for. with him positioned between your legs as you—somehow— managed to braid up strands of his hair, it was so easy to forget that the two of you were only on friendly terms and nothing more.

“i swear it could work!” he had exclaimed, turning to look up at you with the most devilish grin. with his eyes twinkling, brimming with mischief and excitement, he added, “remember the last time we got in trouble? your mom wouldn’t let me into the house anymore.”

“yeah, and i’m not trying to let that happen again,” you rolled your eyes, but deep down, the fear of never seeing wooyoung again terrified you half to death. although your temporary separation was definitely funny for him, it was the complete opposite for you. your parents sounded quite serious about removing wooyoung from your life, going off about how he was a terrible influence, but you couldn’t care less. the two of you had been friends since kindergarten anyway— it’s not like your parents don’t know how wooyoung is.

“that wooyoung kid is getting to your head, brainwashing you or something,” your mother spoke, sighing as she placed the dishes back onto the dish rack. “you’re lucky your grades are fine. i wonder how much better you could do if you’d just stop hanging out with him,” she added, but you just stopped paying attention. you could only hear the rapid sound of your heartbeat then. all sorts of situations and excuses came to mind, preparing for the event of having to cut wooyoung off. and yet, at the end of every thought, comes a sickening punch in your gut.

“woah, are you alright?” wooyoung placed a hand on your knee and shook it, to which you responded with a jolt. “y/n?” he looked at you and you felt your feet tickle, your chest heavy and your stomach turning. oh god. oh god no.

“oh god, i like you.” the words came out amidst the chaos of your thoughts, and almost immediately, you snapped out of your trance. “i mean! what?” you tried to cover up, but wooyoung was already sitting there, looking up at you with a stupid grin on his face, like he always does.

“and it took you that long to say anything?” he laughed, standing up to pat your head. “good job, y/n i’m proud of you. fucking finally,” he sighed.

“huh?” you looked at him, confused.

“i know- well i’ve known, for a while now. or i assumed, kinda,” wooyoung rolled his eyes. he smirked and moved closer, his face pushing to stand in front of yours. “i was just waiting for you to say something,” he added.

“you’re kidding,” you furrowed your eyebrows. “you’re joking right now, aren’t you?” you asked, and he laughed.

“you want me to show you how serious i am?” he smiled an overly exaggerated smile. his gaze dropped from your eyes to your mouth, tracing its shape for a brief moment before they returned. “can i kiss you?” his voice softened, turning velvety as he spoke.

the two of you exchanged silent looks before you nodded, and that green light was all it took for him to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you closer as he kissed you. the initial butterflies in your stomach dispersed, and somehow, everything felt lighter.

a knock on the door prompted the two of you to pull away, breathless with your cheeks tinted red. your mother looked at the two of you with her lips pursed, and nodded as she took a few steps back, shaking her head with a smile as she closed the door to your room.

“fantastic,” wooyoung’s chirpy voice cut the silence. “now where were we?” he smiled.

you placed your palm on his face and pushed him away playfully. well, congratulations on your very own childhood friends to lovers trope.

#ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez au #ateez imagine #ateez fluff #writers #sun: wooyoung #wooyoung fanfic #ateez imagines

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wooandthesun · 10 months

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gasp! sun makes a comeback? (don’t bet on it) hopefully writing some short stuff soon to start easing into writing again <3

#sun: personal

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wooandthesun · 1 year

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hi all!!! it's been hard to write because of v bad writer's block but ill try my best to wrap up the can i kiss u mini series by this week :] have a good one everyone!

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wooandthesun · 1 year

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no way tumblr just pulled an instagram update

#sun: rants

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wooandthesun · 1 year

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everytime i hear wooyoung talk about knowing how to give love but not knowing how to receive it It tugs on my heartstrings so bad bc . Me too

#sun: rants #sun: personal

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wooandthesun · 1 year

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something abt san is so enemies to lovers to me idk

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wooandthesun · 1 year

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ive been in my all i listen to is taylor swift era for over a month now and if i decide to write smth for some songs that remind me of the teezers It will be over. Over for me bc ill be Out of my mind

#sun: personal #sun: rants

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wooandthesun · 1 year

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[22:43] yunho

"hey."

you smiled as you turned around, coming face-to-face with yunho, who smiled even wider. you let him caress your cheek, leaning into his warmth as he engulfed you in a tight embrace. you breathed out, mind growing hazy as the city lights blurred, the sound of cars whooshing by not even coming close to the beating of your heart. he tucked his hand behind your head, close to your neck, using his thumb to brush away fallen strands of hair just beside your ear.

it hadn't always been easy for the two of you. it was always work obligations over everything, up until the two of you snapped and fell out for several weeks. maybe that was the scariest part: how deafening the silence was. no sudden 'i miss you' texts at 3 am, no expecting the phone to ring before bed, no 'i'll drop by during lunch break'. all of the most trivial things you could think of left a gaping hole, a void inside of your stomach the moment they disappeared. and then the two of you swore to never succumb to silence ever again.

so, there you were, staring over the city in some high-rise restaurant's balcony despite having just had dinner with yunho at the mcdonald's down the street. the two of you were never good with words during intimate and vulnerable moments, so gentle touches and knowing glances were all you shared, with yunho occasionally planting kisses to your head.

you looked at the sky.

his arms wrapped around your waist.

he rested his chin on your shoulder, humming a gentle, satisfied tune as you turned to place a kiss to his forehead.

you turned, once again, facing the sky.

nothing could ever be better than this.

#ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez au #ateez imagine #ateez fluff #sun: yunho #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #Spotify

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wooandthesun · 1 year

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[23:32] mingi

can i kiss you? scenario 6/8

the room fell silent as the climax built up in the film, with the soundtrack growing more intense as the camera panned towards the main character, gradually zooming in. unconsciously, your hand gripped mingi's out of excitement to see the scene unfold in front of you. the poor boy simply stared at you, equal parts bewildered and amused. this hadn't been the first time you watched the film, so he thought your enthusiasm over it was truly impressive.

on the other hand, he was honoured to even be able to sit down with you to watch one of your favourite movies. it would be the first of many nights, hopefully. mingi already had a film in mind for the next one.

for a split second, you threw him a glance, catching him staring right at you. he jumped ever-so-slightly, withdrawing his gaze and putting much of his effort into pretending he had been paying attention to the film. you snickered, elbowing him on the arm.

“keep that act up and maybe you'll bag an oscar," you teased, attention shifted to mingi.

his cheeks flushed as you spoke, with him mouthing a 'shut up' as he turned his body away from you. at this point, you completely disregarded the film, letting it play as background noise although you were more interested in striking up a conversation with mingi now. though, you will admit it mainly consisted of just teasing.

you couldn't quite put a finger on why mingi was so flustered until he suddenly popped a question.

"do you wanna stay the night?"

to which you responded with a cheeky smile.

"mingi, i wouldn't have suggested having a movie night if i wasn't planning on sleeping over," you laughed, taking his face into your hands and squeezing his cheeks.

"really?" he asked, genuinely surprised. you nodded, grinning widely.

"can i ask you another question?"

the film's credits had started rolling at that point, but neither of you cared enough to notice. you nodded again.

"can i kiss you?"

you smiled.

"what if i say no?" you joked, looking up at him expectantly.

"then i'd back off and respect your decision," he responded, albeit sounding much more monotone than a few seconds before.

"you're silly," you chuckled, using your hand to turn his head, making him face you. you pressed a kiss to his lips, smiling from ear to ear as you pulled away, very proud to see the tint on his cheeks. "there you go."

wordlessly, mingi switched the tv off before practically engulfing you into a cuddle as you feigned shock, pushing him away playfully.

giggles echoed through the home, into the night. and sure enough, this was the first of many nights.

#ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez au #ateez imagine #ateez fluff #sun: mingi #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez timestamp

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wooandthesun · 1 year

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[09:03] san

can i kiss you scenario 5/8

you watched in silent amusement as san kneeled on the cement floor, picking up multiple kittens at a time and somehow striking up conversations with them.

it was your first time bringing him over to the shelter you usually volunteered at, and you were beginning to think his claims of being a cat whisperer wasn’t an exaggeration at all. the cats that usually crowded you as you arrived have shifted all of their attention to the boy, meowing and purring as he petted all of them one by one.

“oh, that’s a new sight,” you heard a familiar voice speak from behind you, prompting a chuckle to escape from you. the shelter’s manager gave you a pat on the back. “didn’t know your boyfriend had cat-attracting superpowers?” they added, laughing.

“he’s not my boyfriend,” you rolled your eyes, but felt butterflies in your stomach. did it seem like the two of you were dating to outsiders? your friends have always teased you about it, but you never considered the fact that even people who didn’t know san would assume the two of you were romantically involved.

“yeah, well, you sound stupid saying that. stupidly in love. literally smitten,” they nudged you, chuckling as they spoke. “anyway, the usual today. just some feeding and checking their hygiene. you know the deal.”

they left shortly after, and now it was just you and him. you shook your head and headed over to san, who greeted you with the widest grin you’ve ever seen on his face. he cradled a kitten in his arms, gently humming a tune as if he was nursing it.

“you don’t have to rub the fact that they like you better into my face,” you joked, walking over towards the food bags and dragging one out of the stack. san gently placed the kitten down and then rushed over to your aid, helping you get the bag down successfully. you thanked him before you opened the bag, distributing food to the cats in multiple bowls, with him watching happily as the cats rushed to fill their stomachs. “okay, we can leave them to eat for now. we have somewhere else to be, come on.”

you debated whether it would be too much to drag him by the arm. you ended up not doing it, deciding to just signal him over to the cages instead. it didn’t change the fact that you were yearning to touch him, though.

“we need to check for lice or fleas,” you explained after having put on gloves, opening one of the cages to take the calico cat into your arms. you cooed at it as you looked through its fur, and not long afterwards, you saw san do the same. you smiled to yourself as you let the calico snuggle into your neck before placing it back into the cage.

after a while, the two of you were at the last two cages. you rushed to pick the one that had the white siberian cat before san could even get to it. you had named this cat the last time you volunteered, and it adored you just as much you adored it. “hi, snow,” you cooed, patting its head with a smile. from the corner of your eye, you saw san shake his head as he moved to the other cage, hearing gentle complaints about how you were ‘biased’. you giggled to yourself, keeping yourself busy with the cat in your arms.

you held the cat up towards san as he made his way over you. “she’s clean as a whistle,” you smiled. he petted the cat, growing silent for a second before he spoke.

“can i kiss you?” he asked.

you raised an eyebrow, confused. “i’m pretty sure that’s ok-”

you froze as he moved past the cat and placed a peck to your cheek. you felt your face practically burn; your cheeks were so hot you were worried your skin would melt.

“i thought you meant the cat,” you admitted. it was san’s turn to be rendered motionless, and you saw him turn red too.

a few seconds of nothingness ticked in agony, before the cat in your hands meowed, asking to be released. you muttered an ‘oh’ before you swiftly placed it back into the cage.

the two of you walked in silence back to the front desk. you were so glad the manager wasn’t there. they would’ve teased the hell out of you, had they seen the tint on your cheeks.

it’s not that you didn’t like it though.

“i have to say,” san started, snapping the two of you out of a daze. “i have wanted to do that for a while now.”

“that’s okay,” you said. “me too,” you muttered under your breath.

san’s eyes widened in pleasant surprise.

“can i do it again?”

“san!”

#ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez au #ateez imagine #ateez fluff #writers #sun: san #san imagine #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines

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wooandthesun · 1 year

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requested by @baecobies ! sorry this took so long and ended up so short </3 i’ll redo this and write a better one in the future :,)

"get in the car!"

"are you insane?"

despite your complaints, you hopped into the front seat, hurling your bag to the backseat as wooyoung grinned, barely waiting for you to finish buckling up as he took off, leaving screams and yells behind. you snuck a glance at the rearview mirror, chuckling as the image of a few furious teachers and the security guard grew smaller, until they shrunk and disappeared completely. you averted your gaze, now fixated on wooyoung's stupid smirk.

you wanted to kiss it off his face.

"we are in so much trouble," you reminded him. the boy threw his head back as he laughed, fingers tapping to the nearly intoxicating music playing on the radio.

"aren't you glad to see me?" he asked instead, eyeing you for a split second before he shifted his focus back to the road ahead.

the smile growing from the corners of your lips got even harder to suppress, until you gave up trying to hold it back at all. a burning sensation started in your throat, spreading to your chest as you looked away from him.

“it’s been a while since you last showed up,” you mentioned, finger tapping against the car door. “i was beginning to think i’d never see you again.”

an awkward tension settled between the two of you before wooyoung cleared his throat, placing a hand on your knee as he shook his head. you turned to him, not knowing what to expect.

“do you think i’ll just leave you behind and forget about you?” he spoke, his voice laced with a certain kind of pain, it sounded almost like he was pleading to regain your trust. he gave you a squeeze on the knee for reassurance. “i’d be stupid.. i’d be the dumbest person in the world if i did that,” he chuckled.

you smiled, albeit weakly, and placed your hand above his to give it a squeeze back. you felt him loosen up beside you, discarding of his tense posture.

you looked ahead, not knowing where you’ll end up or what repercussions were coming.

what mattered was that you were here.

and he was here too.

#Spotify #sun: wooyoung #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez au #ateez imagine #ateez fluff #writers #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #requested

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wooandthesun · 1 year

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little update!

i wish i could write more but for the time being, i am once again being plagued by exams </3 expect some stuff during the end of february though!! i’ll try to post a lot

+ i have a ko-fi!! i’m a full-time student and im trying to earn some side income for my education <3 no obligations nor urgencies!

thank u all and see u guys when i see uuuu

- sun

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wooandthesun · 1 year

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hello!!!! it’s been a super super long while ik :,) ive just been so overwhelmed and busy w life,, but hopefully ill start posting again! im thinking of having a posting schedule so ill at least post once or twice a week. anyway, happy new years everyone!! i hope january has been okay so far <3

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wooandthesun · 2 years

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Your favorite writers have stopped updating, not returned from hiatus, or simply deactivated altogether, because they get no support.

If you're one of the people who goes to X writer's inbox and says "I know I don't reblog from you-" lemme just stop you right there.

We have lives. We have duties, things to do, responsibilities, because a big chunk of us are adults. It's okay that you have other things, that you're not always available, that you might be going through something and can't always read or reblog everything. Writers get that.

But no writer wants to see you tell them "Hey, I know I don't reblog from you!"

They know. They're in a slump for a reason. The reason isn't you not reblogging or supporting them, the reason is hardly anyone doing it.

And if you go to them and wave the "hey!! I don't reblog from you even though it's all you ask in return for your free work!" card, chances are, the writer will be upset. They can't very well point out how tactless you're being, because then they might just be cancelled or called out for being rude to you when you are deliberately being tone-deaf to their situation as well.

Like you, writers have lives outside. Writers have jobs, or are searching for them; they have worries, duties, things going on, worries, etc.

The difference is they sit for hours upon hours to write, while it would only take you between a second and a minute to reblog.

Reblogging is absolutely not difficult. Fast reblogging is incredibly quick and practical, but "slow" reblogging isn't slow either. You don't even have to add a comment to the reblog, an empty reblog is just as appreciated.

Supporting your writers is literally not difficult, and if you as a reader and as a consumer aren't going to do it, then it's totally fine if you choose not to. Your life, your blog, your choice.

But don't go at a writer to remind them "Hey I know I'm among the people who doesn't support you but I still like what you write" and expect them to be overwhelmed with joy without feeling the slightest tinge of resentment.

Likes do nothing!!!

If you're in the position to support a writer, do it. It's not hard.

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wooandthesun · 2 years

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ateez reaction to you being sick

warnings: mentions of food & medication, slight angst THE GRAMMAR IS ALL OVER THE PLACE FOR THIS ONE because i’m actually sick i’m so sorrydjdhkshdjnd

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gn! reader

hongjoong - guilty of being the same way

perhaps the greatest dynamic in your relationship with hongjoong is the fact that the two of you were passionate— sometimes a little too passionate— about work. if it wasn’t you crashing at the studio during ungodly hours to finish work of your own, it’d be him sitting at the edge of the bed on his laptop while you did the same in bed.

it had been one of those nights where there was just too much work for you to put off, so you decided to head over to the studio with piles of paperwork that needed thorough examination and finalisation, knowing that hongjoong would be there with his head buried into his laptop like it’s a substitute for a pillow. by the time you reached the vicinity of the kq building, you felt chillier than usual, and a little lightheaded too. still, you decided to dismiss it as simply being exposed to the cold night air for a little too long.

however, when you finally plopped yourself onto the couch at the studio, your whole body gave in. with your head resting against the pile of paperwork you planned on completing that same night, you struggled to even heave your body into a comfortable lying position. you were starting to believe that your body temperature alone could set both the papers and the couch on fire.

“babe, you ok-” hongjoong’s voice was cut off by a sneeze, coming from none other than himself. he sniffled, eyes widening when he finally turned around, catching sight of your weak figure on the couch. he rushed over despite being tired himself, feeling your forehead with the back of his right hand and furrowing his eyebrows when he realised you were burning up. “you’re having a fever, goodness, y/n,” he said. he sniffled again.

“you don’t sound any better yourself,” you teased, trying to force a chuckle out of yourself but failing. hongjoong shook his head with a sheepish smile.

“we should just go home, shouldn’t we?”

seonghwa - king of cooing (and baby talk, kind of?)

“does it hurt a lot? oh no, my y/n.” (많이 아파, 자기야? 아이구 우리 (이름)아.)

it took every inch of strength you had to resist rolling your eyes at seonghwa, knowing that he was genuine and only meant the best for you. you watched in silence as he placed a wet cloth against your forehead, not forgetting to plant a kiss on it before doing so.

“hwa, i’m fine, i can wo- what are you doing?” you questioned when he joined you in bed, wrapping you up with the blanket and also his body. he smiled widely when you gave him a puzzled look. “do you not have work?” you asked, though rhetorically.

“no, not today. my baby’s sick,” he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek.

“keep that up and you’re gonna get yourself sick around me,” you answered, playfully pushing him away. seonghwa responded with a pout, tightening his embrace of you.

“yeah? then let’s get sick together and stay home.”

yunho - somehow super prepared

you thought you knew yunho well enough up until the day you were bedridden from a fever— the way he showed up with a bag of medicine, going off about how he ‘knew this day would come’.

to be fair, you were a fairly independent person, so you knew how to take care of yourself properly enough that it was rare for you to get so sick. yunho feels guilty about it sometimes, but he really wants to take care of you; so you being sick felt kind of like a moment for him to do so, even though deep down his heart still ached at the sight of your usually energetic self lying motionless in bed.

“hmm, sore throat and a fever, right love?” you nodded at his question, allowing him to grab you a glass of water as he handed you the necessary pills. you downed the medicine along with the glass of water, watching yunho’s eyes almost glint from the corner of your eye.

“are you enjoying this?” you asked jokingly, only to be surprised when yunho scratched his head shyly. you chuckled, opening your arms wide to invite him into a hug.

“hey! i’m the one who’s supposed to be offering you hugs!”

yeosang - calls his friend for advice

you looked fragile— at least that’s how yeosang perceived you in a state of sickness, having coughing fits every other minute and sniffling every time you breathed. the poor boy frantically handed you your thermos, watching you let the steam rise in an attempt to be rid of your stuffy nose, his eyes trailing your every movement until you placed the thermos on the side table.

after you drifted off to sleep, he’d excuse himself to the bathroom to call his most trusted friend, wooyoung. yeosang’s panic would spread to wooyoung too at first, because he’s too busy stumbling to find the words to describe your situation, exaggerating your condition by a hundred times. when yeosang finally calms down, wooyoung would scold him for scaring him, and then give him ample advice on how to care for you.

“you just need to be there for them, yeosangie. don’t worry, just make sure they’re comfortable,” wooyoung had told him.

by the time he reentered the bedroom, you were sat up, looking around for him tiredly. when you finally saw him, you stretched your arms out, requesting for the comfort of a hug. yeosang happily obliged, shushing and whispering sweet nothings by your ear until you fell back asleep.

“i’m here, i’m here, y/n. don’t worry.”

san - nagger #1

“i told you not to stay up too late last night!” he spoke, his voice thick with concern. due to being sick, your senses had been dulled just a little, but enough to make you flinch from the sudden raise of his voice. san would realise this, and start apologising profusely, but the nagging also stays, slipped into the gaps of every few sentences he speaks.

while he was very verbal about his concern, he was way too into it to do anything about your actual situation. sure, within the past few minutes, he’d handed you a tissue box and some medicine, but that was about it. it would take him a couple more minutes to realise you were staring at him pleadingly, silently requesting for a glass of water by holding up the pills he had brought you.

san would then stand up wordlessly and fetch you a glass of water. and then he would start apologising again, but this time, he’d keep the ‘i told you’s at minimum. he was just very concerned for your health and overall well-being, because he doesn’t think he can handle seeing you in pain. it brings him enough sorrow to even think of you being any less than happy, especially with him around.

after finally having the medicine, you patted the empty space beside you to invite him into into bed. you spooned him into your arms, giving the back of his head gentle pats to assure him that you were fine.

“sorry, i wasn’t thinking and just got scared for a moment. are you okay, baby?”

mingi - pouting princess

if there was anything that screamed ‘mingi’, it had to be how great he was at sulking. it rarely happened, but when it did, it would last for no less than 24 hours. so, when you woke up that morning with your entire body feeling sore and your head pounding, you knew mingi was not having it. when he realised you weren’t getting ready for work, his expression changed in an instant.

after making you some porridge, he brought a bowl of it into the bedroom on a tray and kept the same frown on his face as he picked the bowl and spoon up to feed you. you were about to shake your head and insist on eating the food yourself, but you knew better than to do that when mingi was worried.

“you’re going to be late,” you reminded him as he scooped the last spoon of porridge and held it up to your mouth.

“hongjoong hyung will understand,” he replied nonchalantly, his mind visibly cloudy and chest heavy.

“you don’t have to worry about me. it’s just a fever,” you stated. “you should go now,” you added, your eyes softening.

you watched his pout deepen as he set the bowl onto the tray and carried it back to the kitchen. he returned with some medicine and also a bottle of water.

“i love you. don’t worry,” mingi nodded as you spoke, though the pout showed no signs of leaving his face.

“i love you too. call me if it gets worse, okay?”

wooyoung - nagger #2

in contrast to san, wooyoung nags while actually trying to solve the problem. but he nags all the same.

“yah, listen. what time did you sleep last night?” you heard him speak sternly as he made finishing touches to the chicken soup he started making as soon as he realised you were sick.

“it wasn’t that late, it was like.. i don’t know? 2 am?”

“2 am is late! i was already asleep by then,” he scoffed. you heard the clamour of kitchen utensils as wooyoung grabbed two bowls and a spoon with one hand, the other too busy stirring the pot. you were about to stand up to help him, but he stopped you as soon as you moved. “sit down,” he dragged his words, making it sound more affectionate than angry.

after a few seconds, he brought you a bowl of rice and the soup, placing it in front of you. you threw him an apologetic look before digging in, while he untied the apron from his body and sat down next to you. he swiftly pulled the hair tie off your wrist and combed your hair towards to back, tying it into a messy ponytail; just enough to move your hair out of your face.

“i need to start keeping a better eye on you. how could you get sick on my watch?” he started. he would then proceed to recall all the meals he’d cooked and how he made sure you were well taken care of. you would feel sorry, and he would notice it, so he’d gradually stop talking about it. “sorry, it’s not your fault. i’m sorry,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“no, you’re right. i shouldn’t have neglected my health for the sake of work,” you replied, sighing.

“ah, what do i do with you, baby? should i take the day off and help you recover?”

jongho - you’re never getting out of bed

“let me- go,” you whined, coughing as jongho wrapped both his arms and legs across you, strapping you to the bed. he chuckled, he wasn’t even using any of his strength and yet, your sick body was too weak to fight back. “i need to go to work,” you pleaded, throwing him a sad look, pairing it with a pout. jongho physically cringed before shaking his head.

“how could you think of work when you could barely stand up without stumbling?” he questioned, amused. you continued to pout, begging him to let you go to work, but here he was, still caging your body, keeping you in bed. “i am not letting you go anywhere,” he teased, laughing.

“what if i wanna use the bathroom? you want me to pee myself here?” you challenged, eyebrows furrowing.

“don’t be silly,” he laughed again. he moved his legs away, but kept his arms around you, pulling you closer to him.

“it’s okay, i’ll just leave when you leave for work,” you huffed childishly, crossing your arms.

“who says i’m going to work today? we’ll both be staying in bed all day.”

a/n: should i start doing taglists? lmk what u all think <3

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