[fic] Magnae Down
//Pairing//: OT6, Dongwoon-centric
//Prompt//: Sickness
//Rating//: G
//Summary//: When Dongwoon falls ill, the rest try their best to make him feel better.
//Word Count//: 630
//Author's Note//: for funkyrice. It took me about 20 minutes typing away on my iPhone, but I think it didn't turn out half-bad~ :3
Magnae Down
Dongwoon gets caught in the rain one night on the way home from schedule, and comes back dripping rainwater all over the precious wooden flooring. Manager Jiyong hurries him into the bathroom for a hot shower, a cup of warm milk and bed despite the youngest’s adamant protests that he’s perfectly fine, it was only a drizzle hyung, and… doesn’t he know that he is lactose intolerant?
He gets the glass of milk anyway, and is bundled into bed at the first instance. Doojoon calls out his goodnights by name in order of age, as always, but by the time he makes it to Dongwoon, all he gets in reply is a gentle snore. He reaches over the railing separating their bunks and ruffles the younger boy’s head.
“Don’t do that again, you hear?” He chides gently, even though he knows he is talking to himself. “They invented umbrellas for a reason. Use them.” With a soft sigh, he runs his fingers through a sleeping Dongwoon’s hair, before rolling over in bed and saying knowingly. “If you’re not well tomorrow, Yoseob will be all over you like a rash.”
The next morning, the glass of milk from the night before remains untouched on the nightstand, and sure enough, Yoseob checks on him first thing, just in case.
“This babo is running a temperature, look at him…” He clicks his tongue and fusses with wetting a warm towel, placing it on the younger boy’s forehead and calling out to Hyunseung to please sponge Dongwoon while he goes out to get some medicine from the pharmacy. Hyunseung does this reluctantly, but his touch is gentle, and he even helps with getting a fresh glass of sugared water to help the medicine go down when Yoseob returns with two white plastic bags filled with an assortment of remedies. Then he runs off to update the manager hyungs of the situation, leaving Yoseob to resume his bedside vigil.
“I can help! I can help!” Kikwang, who has just returned from filming, bounds into the bedroom, having heard on the grapevine that the magnae is under the weather. Yoseob relinquishes his post to get some food, but not before shushing him viciously, unwilling to wake a sleeping Dongwoon.
Kikwang sings him songs, or hums disjointed fragments of them, as he taps the rhythm out against the railing. This makes Dongwoon stir in his fevered sleep long enough to pat the other boy’s hand and mumble that his mouth feels like sandpaper.
At first Kikwang mishears and wonders briefly if it is his voice that sounds scratchy, but by the time he figures it out, Junhyung, fresh from a shower, lets him know that it is his turn to use the bathroom. Kikwang leaves, but not without squirting a sip of water from his squeezy bottle into the youngest’s mouth. “Don’t do that, you’ll drown him!” The rapper chides his bandmate, but thankfully the water goes down without complaint.
He contemplates swatting Dongwoon with his soggy towel, until Doojoon spots him and warns him that if he does…
Junhyung doesn’t wait to hear the rest, clambering up to the youngest’s bunk once he is changed, and moving Dongwoon’s plushies from where they sit on the windowsill to his bedside. He tucks Peanut, Dongwoon’s current favorite, under the other boy’s arm before patting his forehead and letting him sleep.
***
Once the coast is clear, Dongwoon cracks open one eye to scan his surroundings. Now wouldn’t be a good time to tell them he’s feeling better, he thinks, clutching Peanut to his chest. The youngest considers this for a second before snickering triumphantly to himself and ducking under the covers again.
He can’t keep the charade up for long, he thinks, but he could definitely get used to this.