Hospital Blues
Title: Hospital Blues
Pairing: Kai/Kyungsoo
Genre: fluff
Rating: g
Length: 955w
Summary: Anesthetics can do wonderful things to a person.
Note: based on this video.
Kyungsoo paces around the waiting area of the hospital anxiously, trying to calm down his frazzled nerves even though he has nothing to worry about. Jongin had been scheduled for immediate surgery a few hours ago because his appendix was about to burst, and now Kyungsoo is about to burst himself.
These surgeries happen all the time. He would have had to get it removed some time or another. Plus, Jongin has had surgery before. There’s nothing to worry about.
(If only it were that simple.)
Kyungsoo only lets himself really breathe when he sees Jongin’s doctor walking down the hallway, blue scrubs and gown covering him from head to toe but not a speck of blood to be seen. The slam of the door as he enters has Kyungsoo’s heart ramming against the curve of his ribs.
“The surgery went fine,” the doctor assures him with a grand smile. “You can see him now if you want.” Kyungsoo immediately nods, setting off for the door before the doctor grabs his arm with the smile slipping off his face. “He’s having a snack right now to help the anesthesia wear off. Just be warned, he’s still a bit… high from the medication.”
Kyungsoo snorts unceremoniously, politely shaking himself free of the man’s grip. “I can handle any type of Jongin,” he states, and the doctor just shakes his head as he saunters down the hallway to the recovery room.
He is greeted with the sight of Jongin lazily throwing crackers into his mouth, eyes half-lidded and an IV mapping his arm. There aren’t any nurses or doctors around him, only the slow beats of the heart monitor beeping next to him. It’s a pitiful sight, Jongin slumping on the bed, skin pale to its usual golden tone, with cords surrounding him.
Kyungsoo’s heart breaks a little at the sight.
Jongin stares at him as he walks through the door, eyes trailing after him as he walks to the chair by his bed to set some of his bags down. “Goddamn,” Jongin slurs, sight dropping down to the swell of Kyungsoo’s ass and he feels oddly violated. “Who’re you?”
“Kyungsoo…” he trails off, narrowing his eyes and walking up to the side of Jongin’s bed. Does he really not remember who he is? Is he that drugged up?
“Kyungsoo. ‘Re you a nurse?” Jongin asks, slowly dropping a cracker into his mouth and chewing. Kyungsoo thinks he might be that drugged up.
“No,” he chuckles, “I’m not a nurse.”
Jongin stares at him for a long second, blinking drowsily before slurring, “you ‘ave tha most b’utiful smile I’ve ever seen,” with seriousness encased on his pupils. “And tha best ass,” he adds, one arm slipping off the bed so he can grope Kyungsoo’s butt.
“Wow there,” Kyungsoo jumps out of reach, blushing all the way to the roots of his hair, but the younger has no shame at all.
Jongin seems to remember his question from earlier, eyebrows raised yet his eyelids are still glued halfway down his eyes. “If you’re not a nurse, who’re you?”
“I’m your husband,” he responds, laughing at the way Jongin’s eyebrows shoot up even further.
“Husband?” He questions, and Kyungsoo nods. “I married someone as b’utiful as you?”
Kyungsoo just blushes again and bows his head.
“Have we kissed?”
“Of course, silly.”
Jongin closes his eyes shortly, popping another cracker in his mouth, and then his fingers are circling Kyungsoo’s wrist. “Do we have kids?”
“N-no,” Kyungsoo stutters, because leave it to Jongin to bring up kids.
“We should,” Jongin gives him a blurry grin, “you’re tha only person I want to carry ma children. You’re so b’utiful. I want to rub ‘our belly when you’re pre’nant with my kids--”
“Jongin, men can’t have babies--”
“Hey!” Jongin reaches out for a passing nurse carrying a fresh bedpan. She stops, wide-eyed, and looks at Jongin, then Kyungsoo, then back to Jongin. “He’s ma husband,” Jongin points to the elder, “and he’s going to have ma babies.”
“Jongin, stop it,” Kyungsoo angrily whispers, trying to laugh it off when the nurse glances awkwardly at him. She walks away quickly when Jongin lets go of her arm.
“How l’ng have we been married?” Jongin turns back to him, some crumbs of the cracker dropping to his face and covering his chest. “Man, I c’n’t believe we’re married. I hit tha jackpot.”
“A long time,” Kyungsoo mutters in reply, smiling fondly at his husband before sitting on the edge of his bed. “Get some rest now, baby,” he says, reaching up to run his fingers through Jongin’s hair. “You’ll feel better when you wake up?”
“We call each’ther ‘baby’?” Jongin rasps, voice suddenly hoarse with all the talking he’s been doing. Kyungsoo nods. “‘Kay, baby,” he giggles, “I’ll do whatev’r the most b’utiful man in the world wants me to do.”
“Thank you,” Kyungsoo sighs, dropping his hand to cup his jaw and run his thumb over the smooth expanse of his cheek. “I love you, Jonginnie.” And he means it. He honestly, truly means it, from the deepest parts of his heart.
“I love you too,” Jongin murmurs, eyes already dropping. “I don’t know you, but I love you.”
Kyungsoo watches as Jongin slowly drifts off into slumber, combing his fingers lightly through his hair as his chest slowly raises and falls. The doctor comes a short time later; tells him that the anesthetic should wear off by the time he wakes up and everything will be alright.
“Thanks, doc,” Kyungsoo tells him sincerely, bowing before he walks out. He turns back to his husband, shaking his in the most affectionate way he musters, before whispering, “let’s go home now, Jongin.”
Pairing: Kai/Kyungsoo
Genre: fluff
Rating: g
Length: 955w
Summary: Anesthetics can do wonderful things to a person.
Note: based on this video.
Kyungsoo paces around the waiting area of the hospital anxiously, trying to calm down his frazzled nerves even though he has nothing to worry about. Jongin had been scheduled for immediate surgery a few hours ago because his appendix was about to burst, and now Kyungsoo is about to burst himself.
These surgeries happen all the time. He would have had to get it removed some time or another. Plus, Jongin has had surgery before. There’s nothing to worry about.
(If only it were that simple.)
Kyungsoo only lets himself really breathe when he sees Jongin’s doctor walking down the hallway, blue scrubs and gown covering him from head to toe but not a speck of blood to be seen. The slam of the door as he enters has Kyungsoo’s heart ramming against the curve of his ribs.
“The surgery went fine,” the doctor assures him with a grand smile. “You can see him now if you want.” Kyungsoo immediately nods, setting off for the door before the doctor grabs his arm with the smile slipping off his face. “He’s having a snack right now to help the anesthesia wear off. Just be warned, he’s still a bit… high from the medication.”
Kyungsoo snorts unceremoniously, politely shaking himself free of the man’s grip. “I can handle any type of Jongin,” he states, and the doctor just shakes his head as he saunters down the hallway to the recovery room.
He is greeted with the sight of Jongin lazily throwing crackers into his mouth, eyes half-lidded and an IV mapping his arm. There aren’t any nurses or doctors around him, only the slow beats of the heart monitor beeping next to him. It’s a pitiful sight, Jongin slumping on the bed, skin pale to its usual golden tone, with cords surrounding him.
Kyungsoo’s heart breaks a little at the sight.
Jongin stares at him as he walks through the door, eyes trailing after him as he walks to the chair by his bed to set some of his bags down. “Goddamn,” Jongin slurs, sight dropping down to the swell of Kyungsoo’s ass and he feels oddly violated. “Who’re you?”
“Kyungsoo…” he trails off, narrowing his eyes and walking up to the side of Jongin’s bed. Does he really not remember who he is? Is he that drugged up?
“Kyungsoo. ‘Re you a nurse?” Jongin asks, slowly dropping a cracker into his mouth and chewing. Kyungsoo thinks he might be that drugged up.
“No,” he chuckles, “I’m not a nurse.”
Jongin stares at him for a long second, blinking drowsily before slurring, “you ‘ave tha most b’utiful smile I’ve ever seen,” with seriousness encased on his pupils. “And tha best ass,” he adds, one arm slipping off the bed so he can grope Kyungsoo’s butt.
“Wow there,” Kyungsoo jumps out of reach, blushing all the way to the roots of his hair, but the younger has no shame at all.
Jongin seems to remember his question from earlier, eyebrows raised yet his eyelids are still glued halfway down his eyes. “If you’re not a nurse, who’re you?”
“I’m your husband,” he responds, laughing at the way Jongin’s eyebrows shoot up even further.
“Husband?” He questions, and Kyungsoo nods. “I married someone as b’utiful as you?”
Kyungsoo just blushes again and bows his head.
“Have we kissed?”
“Of course, silly.”
Jongin closes his eyes shortly, popping another cracker in his mouth, and then his fingers are circling Kyungsoo’s wrist. “Do we have kids?”
“N-no,” Kyungsoo stutters, because leave it to Jongin to bring up kids.
“We should,” Jongin gives him a blurry grin, “you’re tha only person I want to carry ma children. You’re so b’utiful. I want to rub ‘our belly when you’re pre’nant with my kids--”
“Jongin, men can’t have babies--”
“Hey!” Jongin reaches out for a passing nurse carrying a fresh bedpan. She stops, wide-eyed, and looks at Jongin, then Kyungsoo, then back to Jongin. “He’s ma husband,” Jongin points to the elder, “and he’s going to have ma babies.”
“Jongin, stop it,” Kyungsoo angrily whispers, trying to laugh it off when the nurse glances awkwardly at him. She walks away quickly when Jongin lets go of her arm.
“How l’ng have we been married?” Jongin turns back to him, some crumbs of the cracker dropping to his face and covering his chest. “Man, I c’n’t believe we’re married. I hit tha jackpot.”
“A long time,” Kyungsoo mutters in reply, smiling fondly at his husband before sitting on the edge of his bed. “Get some rest now, baby,” he says, reaching up to run his fingers through Jongin’s hair. “You’ll feel better when you wake up?”
“We call each’ther ‘baby’?” Jongin rasps, voice suddenly hoarse with all the talking he’s been doing. Kyungsoo nods. “‘Kay, baby,” he giggles, “I’ll do whatev’r the most b’utiful man in the world wants me to do.”
“Thank you,” Kyungsoo sighs, dropping his hand to cup his jaw and run his thumb over the smooth expanse of his cheek. “I love you, Jonginnie.” And he means it. He honestly, truly means it, from the deepest parts of his heart.
“I love you too,” Jongin murmurs, eyes already dropping. “I don’t know you, but I love you.”
Kyungsoo watches as Jongin slowly drifts off into slumber, combing his fingers lightly through his hair as his chest slowly raises and falls. The doctor comes a short time later; tells him that the anesthetic should wear off by the time he wakes up and everything will be alright.
“Thanks, doc,” Kyungsoo tells him sincerely, bowing before he walks out. He turns back to his husband, shaking his in the most affectionate way he musters, before whispering, “let’s go home now, Jongin.”