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Wooyoung is sick.
Nichkhun/Wooyoung
Fluff, g
1,000+ words
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“But you said you’re not feeling good?” Nichkhun asks. “If you’re not feeling well, you should eat medicines.”
“I’m okay now,” Wooyoung says, voice nasally thick. He raises his hand up trying to be as cheery as he can to dismiss Nichkhun, but the older guy is not taking any of that.
“If you don’t eat your medicines, you will get sicker,” Nichkhun warns. “Do you want to get sick?”
“Yes,” Wooyoung nods his head shamelessly. Nichkhun widens his eyes at him. “If I’m sick, I get to stay home with you,” Wooyoung grins, sniffling loudly. “If I’m sick, you’ll take care of me,” he jumps to Nichkhun and hugs him.
“What?” Nichkhun laughs incredulously, but hugs him back anyway. “You still have to eat your meds, though,” Nichkhun tries again.
“Why?!”
“Because you’re sick,” Nichkhun pats Wooyoung’s back. “Come on, sick or healthy you know I’ll still take care of you well.”
“Liar,” Wooyoung pouts. “You’re just trying to put me to sleep so you don’t have to entertain me.”
“What?” Nichkhun laughs again. “You don’t believe me?”
“You love schedules more than me anyway!” Wooyoung rolls to the end of the couch.
“That’s not true,” Nichkhun smiles, poking his finger at the base of Wooyoung’s foot. Wooyoung retracts his legs completely and presses his knees closer to his chest. Nichkhun stands up and walks away.
“See! Already leaving me for schedules again!” Wooyoung crosses his arms sulkily. Approximately three minutes later, Nichkhun comes back with a glass of water, tablets and a packet of bread.
“Eat your medicines!” Nichkhun insists. Wooyoung looks up at him and then looks away again.
“No.”
Nichkhun sighs and puts the things on the table. He sits down on the couch, scooting closer to Wooyoung.
“Wooyoung-ah,” Nichkhun calls, slipping his hands to Wooyoung’s sides. “Be good and eat your medicines, okay?” Wooyoung doesn’t respond. “Wooyoung-ah~” Nichkhun singsongs this time, lightly shaking Wooyoung by his waist. Wooyoung groans.
“I told you I’m fine!” Wooyoung says, then mumbles “I don’t like pills. They’re nasty! If I eat them, I will become sicker.”
“No you won’t,” Nichkhun shakes his head. “You’ll become better.” Wooyoung refuses to respond again, only sniffling loudly. “See, I even have Jang Bbang,” Nichkhun takes the packet and shows it to Wooyoung. Wooyoung raises his eyebrow up. “You can have a Jang Bbang if you eat your medicines.” Wooyoung stares. Nichkhun stares back, opens the packet and takes a bite on the bread. “It’s really good.”
Wooyoung looks slightly amused and slightly tempted, and in the end a pout appears on his face again. “Can I have the Jang Bbang without eating the medicines?” he tries to aegyo his way to get the bread. Shaking his head, Nichkhun takes another bite. “Hyuuuung.”
“You can eat the bread, but you have to eat meds after that,” Nichkhun says sternly, but let Wooyoung has the bread anyway. Wooyoung grins but it quickly disappears when he munches on the bread.
“Eww, it doesn’t have any taste?” Wooyoung scrunches his face in disgust. He pulls to take a look at the bread but then keeps munching on it until he finishes everything.
“Exactly. You won’t taste anything if you take in the medicines either,” Nichkhun makes a point, popping the flu tablets and putting them on Wooyoung’s palm.
“Do I really have to eat them?”
“Yes,” Nichkhun insists and passes him the glass of water. Wooyoung has no choice but to swallow them. “Good boy!”
“Hmmph,” Wooyoung flops himself back on the couch on his stomach.
“Get some rest,” Nichkhun strokes Wooyoung’s hair.
“Where are you going!” Wooyoung asks, alarmed, when Nichkhun gets up again. Nichkhun chuckles.
“Kitchen, to put this glass away, where else?”
“Do it later, the kitchen won’t be going anywhere!”
“So won’t you,” Nichkhun says. “I’ll be back.”
“You don’t know that,” Wooyoung gets up. “I’m going, I’m going!” he threatens, heading for the stairs.
“What? Wait!” Nichkhun says, voice distant but there’s a sound of hurried footsteps behind him so Wooyoung quickens his pace. “Wooyoung, wait!”
“No!” Laughter bubbles up his throat as he reaches the second floor and runs to his room.
“You’re not going anywhere!”
“I am already going somewhere!” Wooyoung takes a glance at his back and then gasps, pushing the door open. Nichkhun jumps on Wooyoung and locks his arms around Wooyoung’s waist as he pushes them onto the bed.
“Now you won’t be going anywhere,” Nichkhun smirks.
“You might be going somewhere though! Schedules again and again and leave me all alone.”
“So sulky, so bitter,” Nichkhun teases, burying his nose onto Wooyoung’s hair. “I don’t have schedules, remember?”
Wooyoung sniffles. “You’ll be quick to leave me when you get schedules again. You love them more than you love me.”
“Told you it’s not true. I love you more than anything or anyone else.”
“What was that again? I didn’t hear you?”
“I said,” Nichkhun leans down and presses a kiss on Wooyoung’s cheek. “I love you more than anything or anyone else.”
Wooyoung clicks his tongue. “I love you too.” Nichkhun bursts out laughing. “What?! Why are you laughing?!”
“You sound really cute with that voice.” Wooyoung sits up and looks at Nichkhun with wide eyes.
“Are you making fun of me now?”
“No, you sound really cute.”
“You’re crazy. How can someone sound cute when they’re sick?”
“Oh god,” Nichkhun laughs in adoration. “Please don’t stop talking.”
“Shut up! You don’t have a god!” Wooyoung drops himself heavily onto Nichkhun and squishes him.
“Okay, okay I will stop,” Nichkhun says, laughter slowly dying into chuckles. Wooyoung huffs but snuggles his face deeper into the crook of Nichkhun’s neck. “Meds kicking in?” he pulls Wooyoung closer. Wooyoung groans lazily.
“You love me the most, right?” Wooyoung asks, closing his eyes and concentrating on Nichkhun’s calm breathing, welcoming the sleep to him.
“Yes, I love you the most,” Nichkhun affirms.
“How nice. I wanna kiss you right now, but I don’t want you to catch any of this sickness.”
“Yeah, I’m all about sharing everything with you but I’ll pass the germs, thank you.”
“Hyung, you’re mean,” Wooyoung complains. He feels Nichkhun shifting their positions, pressing Wooyoung onto the mattress.
“Get well soon, kiddo,” Nichkhun says, pressing a soft kiss on Wooyoung’s lips. Wooyoung cups his hands on Nichkhun’s face when he pulls away, looking at him with half-lidded eyes.
“I’m not a kid,” Wooyoung says. Nichkhun smiles.
“Okay then, get well soon, love.”
Wooyoung pulls Nichkhun down and kisses him some more before letting sleep take over him.
Wooyoung is sick.
Nichkhun/Wooyoung
Fluff, g
1,000+ words
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“But you said you’re not feeling good?” Nichkhun asks. “If you’re not feeling well, you should eat medicines.”
“I’m okay now,” Wooyoung says, voice nasally thick. He raises his hand up trying to be as cheery as he can to dismiss Nichkhun, but the older guy is not taking any of that.
“If you don’t eat your medicines, you will get sicker,” Nichkhun warns. “Do you want to get sick?”
“Yes,” Wooyoung nods his head shamelessly. Nichkhun widens his eyes at him. “If I’m sick, I get to stay home with you,” Wooyoung grins, sniffling loudly. “If I’m sick, you’ll take care of me,” he jumps to Nichkhun and hugs him.
“What?” Nichkhun laughs incredulously, but hugs him back anyway. “You still have to eat your meds, though,” Nichkhun tries again.
“Why?!”
“Because you’re sick,” Nichkhun pats Wooyoung’s back. “Come on, sick or healthy you know I’ll still take care of you well.”
“Liar,” Wooyoung pouts. “You’re just trying to put me to sleep so you don’t have to entertain me.”
“What?” Nichkhun laughs again. “You don’t believe me?”
“You love schedules more than me anyway!” Wooyoung rolls to the end of the couch.
“That’s not true,” Nichkhun smiles, poking his finger at the base of Wooyoung’s foot. Wooyoung retracts his legs completely and presses his knees closer to his chest. Nichkhun stands up and walks away.
“See! Already leaving me for schedules again!” Wooyoung crosses his arms sulkily. Approximately three minutes later, Nichkhun comes back with a glass of water, tablets and a packet of bread.
“Eat your medicines!” Nichkhun insists. Wooyoung looks up at him and then looks away again.
“No.”
Nichkhun sighs and puts the things on the table. He sits down on the couch, scooting closer to Wooyoung.
“Wooyoung-ah,” Nichkhun calls, slipping his hands to Wooyoung’s sides. “Be good and eat your medicines, okay?” Wooyoung doesn’t respond. “Wooyoung-ah~” Nichkhun singsongs this time, lightly shaking Wooyoung by his waist. Wooyoung groans.
“I told you I’m fine!” Wooyoung says, then mumbles “I don’t like pills. They’re nasty! If I eat them, I will become sicker.”
“No you won’t,” Nichkhun shakes his head. “You’ll become better.” Wooyoung refuses to respond again, only sniffling loudly. “See, I even have Jang Bbang,” Nichkhun takes the packet and shows it to Wooyoung. Wooyoung raises his eyebrow up. “You can have a Jang Bbang if you eat your medicines.” Wooyoung stares. Nichkhun stares back, opens the packet and takes a bite on the bread. “It’s really good.”
Wooyoung looks slightly amused and slightly tempted, and in the end a pout appears on his face again. “Can I have the Jang Bbang without eating the medicines?” he tries to aegyo his way to get the bread. Shaking his head, Nichkhun takes another bite. “Hyuuuung.”
“You can eat the bread, but you have to eat meds after that,” Nichkhun says sternly, but let Wooyoung has the bread anyway. Wooyoung grins but it quickly disappears when he munches on the bread.
“Eww, it doesn’t have any taste?” Wooyoung scrunches his face in disgust. He pulls to take a look at the bread but then keeps munching on it until he finishes everything.
“Exactly. You won’t taste anything if you take in the medicines either,” Nichkhun makes a point, popping the flu tablets and putting them on Wooyoung’s palm.
“Do I really have to eat them?”
“Yes,” Nichkhun insists and passes him the glass of water. Wooyoung has no choice but to swallow them. “Good boy!”
“Hmmph,” Wooyoung flops himself back on the couch on his stomach.
“Get some rest,” Nichkhun strokes Wooyoung’s hair.
“Where are you going!” Wooyoung asks, alarmed, when Nichkhun gets up again. Nichkhun chuckles.
“Kitchen, to put this glass away, where else?”
“Do it later, the kitchen won’t be going anywhere!”
“So won’t you,” Nichkhun says. “I’ll be back.”
“You don’t know that,” Wooyoung gets up. “I’m going, I’m going!” he threatens, heading for the stairs.
“What? Wait!” Nichkhun says, voice distant but there’s a sound of hurried footsteps behind him so Wooyoung quickens his pace. “Wooyoung, wait!”
“No!” Laughter bubbles up his throat as he reaches the second floor and runs to his room.
“You’re not going anywhere!”
“I am already going somewhere!” Wooyoung takes a glance at his back and then gasps, pushing the door open. Nichkhun jumps on Wooyoung and locks his arms around Wooyoung’s waist as he pushes them onto the bed.
“Now you won’t be going anywhere,” Nichkhun smirks.
“You might be going somewhere though! Schedules again and again and leave me all alone.”
“So sulky, so bitter,” Nichkhun teases, burying his nose onto Wooyoung’s hair. “I don’t have schedules, remember?”
Wooyoung sniffles. “You’ll be quick to leave me when you get schedules again. You love them more than you love me.”
“Told you it’s not true. I love you more than anything or anyone else.”
“What was that again? I didn’t hear you?”
“I said,” Nichkhun leans down and presses a kiss on Wooyoung’s cheek. “I love you more than anything or anyone else.”
Wooyoung clicks his tongue. “I love you too.” Nichkhun bursts out laughing. “What?! Why are you laughing?!”
“You sound really cute with that voice.” Wooyoung sits up and looks at Nichkhun with wide eyes.
“Are you making fun of me now?”
“No, you sound really cute.”
“You’re crazy. How can someone sound cute when they’re sick?”
“Oh god,” Nichkhun laughs in adoration. “Please don’t stop talking.”
“Shut up! You don’t have a god!” Wooyoung drops himself heavily onto Nichkhun and squishes him.
“Okay, okay I will stop,” Nichkhun says, laughter slowly dying into chuckles. Wooyoung huffs but snuggles his face deeper into the crook of Nichkhun’s neck. “Meds kicking in?” he pulls Wooyoung closer. Wooyoung groans lazily.
“You love me the most, right?” Wooyoung asks, closing his eyes and concentrating on Nichkhun’s calm breathing, welcoming the sleep to him.
“Yes, I love you the most,” Nichkhun affirms.
“How nice. I wanna kiss you right now, but I don’t want you to catch any of this sickness.”
“Yeah, I’m all about sharing everything with you but I’ll pass the germs, thank you.”
“Hyung, you’re mean,” Wooyoung complains. He feels Nichkhun shifting their positions, pressing Wooyoung onto the mattress.
“Get well soon, kiddo,” Nichkhun says, pressing a soft kiss on Wooyoung’s lips. Wooyoung cups his hands on Nichkhun’s face when he pulls away, looking at him with half-lidded eyes.
“I’m not a kid,” Wooyoung says. Nichkhun smiles.
“Okay then, get well soon, love.”
Wooyoung pulls Nichkhun down and kisses him some more before letting sleep take over him.