I've Moved!

Seonghwa

Honestly, super similar to Joong. maybe likes it. maybe doesn't. Isn't his favorite but a Great one to tease him with. I think the age aspect might bother him more? (Mr. "call me oppa") but then again he lets woosan do literally whatever to him so...

Yunho

I think he'd find it fun. Again, not his favourite petname but would be fine with it being used in joking/casual situations. He isn't as strict with age hierarchy and is pretty easy going all around. Probably wouldn't give a super satisfying reaction

Yeosang

I think he'd just be confused at first. He would either outright ignore it, question it, or fire back w smthn witty. But my gut is saying he'd be confused and question it. I remember wooyoung saying that when he met yeo, he was pretty naive and slow on the uptake sometimes. Depends on how comfortable he is with you as well. He really could do anything. For me it is between the first three, either getting confused (and then probably all blushy and cute) ignoring it, or giving it right back to you.

San

Now that right there is a baby girl. He would either Live for the praise and the sweetness or would pout and be like. I'm a man!!! I'm strong!!! and sexy!!! that might be more of a pre-debut san response bc recently he's much more into being baby. reminding people that he IS CUTE (as though we forgot... cmon) He would respond well to it. Call him baby girl.

Mingi

MY PRINCESS!!! Would like it. Would Love It. Not even jokingly. Just wants to be pampered and shown off and loved and cuddled. Also would love it as a less serious, more tongue-in-cheek petname too. he would find it fun and cute.

Wooyoung

call him baby girl at your own discretion. He will be obnoxious. Will either make him horny, or pissy, or evil. He will react to it and it will be your problem. this is a warning. only the strong-willed should attempt this. Any way you slice it, its gonna be fun as hell if you can handle it. I would call him baby girl. Take that as you will.

Jongho

You pause in an attempt to gather your thoughts as you look down at your phone. The screen showed that you had already spent a good ten minutes attempting to explain the recent developments in your morning that have impeded your ability to head over to the dorms and spend the day with Seonghwa and whichever other group members who decided to stick around the dorms. 

Essentially, ever since you had started your new job, it had been more and more difficult to keep up with taking both doses of your medication each day, let alone on time. You had vaguely recognized that your diligence had been slipping, but assumed that you were fine. The pharmacist only warned you against skipping two days worth of medication consecutively. So you thought that surely you would be fine. 

You held that opinion until this morning. A minor headache had been building since this morning, but you assumed it was just from your recent stress. As you sat to eat breakfast, you noticed your hips getting stiff so, after finishing your meal, you attempted to stretch them out, to no avail. If anything the stiffness worsened as you moved, now affecting your knees and ankles. Before long, all of your joints seemed to have developed a personal vendetta against you. To make matters worse, as the morning went on, you seemed to gradually lose your ability to stand or walk without feeling incredibly dizzy and were now haunted by a persistent chill. 

At first you assumed it must be a fever, but your thermometer seemed to disagree. You made your way back to your bed, as you sat down an alarm blared from your phone, reminding you to take your first dose of medication, and the memory of all the side effects of withdrawal that the pharmacist had warned you of came crashing down upon you. It was then that you decided to call Seonghwa to let him know of your current predicament.

“...So yeah, basically, I pieced together that I’m going through withdrawal.”

He stayed silent, his little interjections of sympathy that were present at the beginning of the call have since faded as you continued to regale him with the story of your morning.

You hesitantly continued, unsure of the meaning behind the silence. 

“Uhh, so, I guess the whole point of this call was to let you know that I won’t be able to make it to the dorms today.”

You hear a door shut and immediately know what’s going on.

“I’m coming over.”

He’s angry you realize. His tone was stern as though there was no room for argument, but you were not about to let him get away with this self-sacrificing bullshit. Not on your watch.

“Absolutely not. It’s your only day off for the next two weeks, you’re not coming over to waste it on my dumbass. I’ll be miserable the whole time, and I’m sure I’ll be awful to be around, and you really should spend the day not fussing over someone. You should be spending your time relaxing. Plus I’ll feel better by tomorrow, I’ve already taken today’s first dose and so by tomorrow’s first dose, I’m sure I’ll be just fine.”

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes. I love you and don’t die before I get there.”

You release a deep sigh as he hangs up and flop backwards onto your bed. You knew in your heart that he wouldn’t listen to you but it was worth a try.

It was almost exactly twenty minutes later when you hear the tell-tale sound of keys unlocking your apartment door, signaling that your ‘saviour’ had arrived. You’re grateful that you had given him a spare key to your place a few weeks earlier, as the excruciating walk to the door to let him in would’ve only caused him more anxiety.

As it turns out, anything to mitigate his anxiety levels would be for nothing anyway. He bursts into your apartment, in a near frantic manner and beelines it to where you lay on your bed. He immediately kneels beside your bed facing you and begins fussing.

“How are you feeling? Has it gotten any worse? How does your heart rate feel? Does it feel faster than normal?” He has the back of his hand on your forehead and examines you as though he’s searching for any huge spontaneous developments that may have appeared since he last spoke to you.

You blink at him, your already scrambled brain struggles to keep up with his rapid fire questions and he’s already got his fingers on your pulse by the time you’ve caught up enough to answer him.

“I mean I don’t feel any worse than before, but I certainly don’t feel great.” You try to look down at his fingers on your neck “Seonghwa, what are you doing?”

He sighs in relief as he removes his fingers from your pulse point. 

“Ok, it’s normal.” He breathes in relief.

“I’m checking your pulse, one of the potential effects of withdrawal from your meds is tachycardia.”

“Seonghwa, what? How do you know that?” 

“I was looking up the withdrawal symptoms for your medication on the way over here. Let me know if your mood changes suddenly or if your vision starts changing or if you have a seizure.”

“How the hell am I supposed to tell you if I’m having a seizure if I’m having a seizure?”

“I don’t know! I’m just worried!” He resumes examining you as though you were about to suddenly end up seriously ill.

You look up at his worried expression from where you lay on your side on the bed. You reach up and gently smooth his drawn eyebrows, effectively erasing the frown from his face. His eyes dart up to meet yours as he pauses his fretting at your touch. You move your hand from his brows to gently cup his cheek.

“Songbird, I’m fine. I’m uncomfortable, and not gonna lie, this sucks, but I really don’t think I’m in danger.”

“But-”

“Hwa” you said sternly, dropping your hand from his face and sitting up slightly. “ It’s not like I haven’t taken my meds for days! I still have plenty in my system and it’ll even out as long as I start keeping up with my doses again.”

He gives you a reluctantly mollified look that lasts only a few seconds until  morphing into the same face he makes when scolding a member. 

“I can’t believe you’ve been missing doses! Do I need to come find you to make sure you’re taking them? You really had me so worried, that’s so dangerous and it could end up seriously hurting you.”

You snort at his nagging and respond with a teasing “Alright mom.” 

He barely spares you a glance before continuing. "What if you’d been alone, what if I was on tour and then you end up hurt and I can’t help you and-”

You decided to cut off his rant before he worked himself up any more than he already has. 

“Ok, but that didn’t happen Seonghwa. I’m ok and you’re here right now, everything is alright.”

He sighs and fixes you with a soft gaze. 

“I’m sorry Love, I just-” He pauses to take a centering breath. “ You really had me worried.”

He reaches a hand out to pat your head and smooth down your hair.

“I don’t know what I’d do if you were hurt and I was unable to help.” He grabs your hand, gently lacing his fingers with yours. “You mean so much to me, darling.”

You playfully roll your eyes. “God, I’m dating such a softie aren’t I?”

He pouts at your jest, and you instantly give in.

“Oh alright, I love you too, you’re incredibly important to me, and I promise I’ll take better care of myself.”

He looks only slightly relieved, clearly still coming down from his panic mode.

“Hey.”

He looks at you curiously.

“What?”

You smile. “Would mothering me make you feel any better?”

You watch as his face lights up. You rarely let him pamper you, always insisting that he wasn’t allowed to do everything for you all the time, much to his chagrin. You know that if he were allowed to baby you as much as he wanted, he would essentially wrap you in bubble wrap.

He immediately springs up. “Really?”

You smile, amused at his reaction. “Yeah, really.” You confirm.

Instantly he’s off to your bathroom to gather some anti-inflammatory meds.

You watch him go with a fond expression. He seems hilariously giddy for someone who has just been told to look after a sick person, but that’s just the kind of person Park Seonghwa is. As he rushes to and fro, gathering all that he needs to baby you, you’re reminded just how much you adore your boyfriend.

You’ve always admired how caring he is, he’s never caught up on how “manly” he should be. He loves deeply and isn’t afraid of showing that love. The only things that matter to him are making sure that those he cares about are safe and sound, and working his ass off to constantly improve himself. 

You’re brought out of your thoughts as he re enters the room with water and ibuprofen, he sets it down on the bedside table and gives you a look that clearly conveys that he wants you to take it immediately.

You sit up and take the pill. As you set the glass back down on the table you turn to see your lovely boyfriend, struggling to open a drawer in your dresser. He gives one final tug that has both the drawer opening and him losing his balance, falling backwards onto the bed with a little “oof”. He looks back at you sheepishly as you attempt to suppress a giggle at his antics. 

Seonghwa stands and continues his previous mission, rifling around in your sock drawer until he finds a pair of fuzzy socks which he lifts up victoriously, striking a cheesy pose before tossing the socks in your direction. He turns to grab a fuzzy blanket from your closet as you sit up to put on your newly acquired socks. You reach down and as you begin to don them, you notice your hands very visibly shaking. You’re not the only one who notices as Seonghwa drops the blanket on the bed and tuts at you as he moves around you to take the socks from your hands. You roll your eyes at his dramatic display but allow him to help you anyway. 

After helping you into your socks, he returns to the abandoned blanket, instead of simply wrapping you in it like you had expected, he hops on the bed himself, settling his back against the headboard. 

You look over at him curiously.

He pats the space next to him on the bed. “C’mere.”

A small smile forms on your face as you scoot over to him. He’s waiting, holding the blanket out to wrap around your form. He keeps his arm slung around you as you curl into his side.

You hear a slight tapping on the window near your bed and you lift your head to peer around your boyfriend at your window. It had begun to drizzle outside, providing a soothing ambiance to the moment. 

The thumb of the hand attached to the arm that was wrapped around your shoulders began to lightly stroke your shoulder comfortingly. You snuggled further into him and he turned to place a kiss to your forehead. 

“I love you.”

He said it so softly you almost couldn’t hear him. You smiled into his chest.

“I love you too.” you mumbled.

“What was that?”

You pulled your face away from where it had been buried in his chest to look up at him. 

“I said, ‘I’m learning kung fu.’”

He rolls his eyes and reaches his other hand up to lightly flick your forehead. 

“I don’t know why I put up with you.”

You give him an innocent look. “It’s because you love me.”

He sighs and side eyes you. “Regretfully, yeah.”

Your expression morphs into one of faux offence and you free an arm to lightly smack his chest. 

He flinches as though you’ve caused him terrible pain. 

“I rush over during my own day off to nurse you back to health and this is the thanks I get?”

“Uh, yeah, because I told you to stay at home, idiot.”

“Admit it, you’re glad I came.”

You don’t respond to him.

“Well if you truly feel that way then I guess I’ll be going then” He moves as though he’s getting up. 

You quickly clutch his shirt and use what little strength you have to pull him back down.

There’s an undercurrent of smugness in his voice as he says “That’s what I thought.” If you could see his face you’re sure he’d be smirking.

You lightly smack his chest once more, and open your mouth to scold him but what comes out instead is a massive yawn.

“Alright sleepyhead, c’mon” He gently lays you down so that your head is resting on his thigh.

You sit up instantly and grab a throw pillow to place over his thighs and he has the audacity to look offended, as though he didn’t have some of the skinniest legs you’ve ever seen. 

After squirming around for a few seconds, you finally settle into the pillow. Seonghwa’s hands are in your hair almost instantly, his nails softly scraping your scalp. 

“Hwa, my hair is gonna get oily if you do that.” It was a weak protest on your part as you had quickly begun visibly melting under his touch.

“Ah don’t worry, you can have a shower when you wake up. I’ll wake you up when it’s time for your second dose, then you shower, and while you’re in the shower I’ll make you some juk.”

You let out a tiny noise of agreement that has Seonghwa cooing over you. You push your face into the pillow to hide your blush and mumble out a “Shut up!” that’s mostly absorbed by the pillow. 

Right as you begin to drift off, Seonghwa’s phone rings. 

He swears and quickly answers it, but not before letting out a soft apology in your direction. 

You can hear Hongjoong on the other side, questioning Seonghwa about his whereabouts, with Wooyoung occasionally interjecting. Seonghwa responds in a low, quiet voice. You smile at their antics as you slowly begin to drift. Seonghwa’s free hand is still absentmindedly playing with your hair.

He finishes placating the other members and hangs up. As he goes to apologize to you, his gaze is met with your sleeping form, he smiles to himself as takes in the way you’ve curled up with your head in his lap.

He sets an alarm on his phone for your next dosage and pulls up his phone’s camera to capture the peaceful look on your face. His thumb brushes your cheek and you stir a little, nose scrunching up and Seonghwa thinks that this was the best way he could’ve spent his day off.