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The Nature of Loving You

ATEEZ short fic • WC ~ 200 • pt 5

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Choi San is a flirt and a player.

The Nature of Loving You

ATEEZ short fic • WC ~ 260 • pt 4

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Kang Yeosang is breathtakingly captivating

The Nature of Loving You

ATEEZ short fic • WC ~ 260 • pt 3

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Jeong Yunho is warm and kind

The Nature of Loving You

ATEEZ short fic • WC ~ 200 • pt 2

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Park Seonghwa is elegant and lovely.

The Nature of Loving You

ATEEZ short fic • WC ~ 250 • pt 1

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Kim Hongjoong is possessive and greedy.

Genre: Fluff • Comfort • Established Relationship

Pairing: ATEEZ x Reader

Members: OT8 (Individual Scenarios)

Word Count: ~ 4.7k

Warnings:

• Horror movie references

• Nightmares

• Mild anxiety/panic

• Lots of cuddles and comfort

• Sleepy affection

• Teasing / slightly suggestive if you squint 

Seonghwa 430 w

Your sweet boyfriend was trying his best to fall asleep, but after the movie it seemed almost impossible. Surprisingly enough, he had managed to convince you to go to sleep, though he wasn’t having much luck himself. Holding you in his arms, curled against his chest, made him feel at least a little safer.

He could feel himself finally drifting in and out of sleep when he suddenly felt your body freeze. Your breathing quickened, then stilled, then turned uneven again.He watched your sleeping face scrunch up as your body tensed beside him.

“Y/N…” he whispered softly.

Seonghwa curled himself around you even more protectively, gently stroking your face and running his fingers through your hair. When you suddenly woke with a small gasp, dazed and disoriented, you could feel your heart pounding against his chest. Still shaken from the adrenaline of the nightmare, the feeling of Seonghwa wrapped around you instantly calmed you a little.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Seonghwa asked gently, taking deep breaths with you in an attempt to calm you down. You licked your lips before pressing your face further into his chest and the base of his neck.

“Nightmare…” you managed to whisper against his skin. You could feel a small shiver run through him. Seonghwa wasn’t completely sure if it was the reminder of the movie or the slight brush of your lips against his skin, but either way, it made him pull you even closer.

His slightly cool hands slid down the back of your neck and along your spine, the soothing sensation sending a shiver through you too.

“Your heart’s beating so fast,” he whispered, thumb brushing beneath your eye.

“You scared yourself that badly?”

The faint smile in his voice made you groan quietly before hiding your face against his neck again.

“Don’t laugh at me…”

“I’m not,” he murmured, clearly lying.

“Mm… remind me never to let Jongho pick movies again,” he mumbled before pressing a sleepy kiss against your forehead. “Look what it did to my baby.” he murmured softly as his hands continued rubbing slow circles along your back. It was working.

You could already feel sleep beginning to pull you back under again. Wrapping your arms around him, you pulled the two of you impossibly closer before mumbling softly,

“You need to sleep too…”

It was the last thing you managed to say before sleep finally pulled you back into peaceful dreams.

Hongjoong 620 w

Hongjoong was neither a fan nor a hater of horror movies. Honestly, he enjoyed watching everyone else’s reactions more than the movie itself. Half the time he barely even paid attention to what was happening on screen anyway.

He loved watching the members jump and get startled, but nothing compared to your reactions. The way you would lean into him, squeeze his hand, or bury your face against his chest whenever a particularly graphic or scary scene appeared.

After the movie ended, he had to bite back laughter while San and Mingi tried to play it cool, insisting the movie “wasn’t even that bad.” Especially when you joined in, confidently claiming it could barely even be considered a horror movie.

It was all fun and games until Hongjoong practically had to kick everyone out and send them back to their own rooms. While the two of you got ready for bed, you were noticeably clingier than usual, following Hongjoong around while you both went through your nighttime routine.

And once it was finally time for bed, you were even worse. The second Hongjoong turned off the last light, your body froze before you immediately moved to cling onto him. A soft, knowing chuckle left him.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked. “Don’t tell me you’re scared.” He paused dramatically before adding, “I mean, that movie could hardly even be called a horror movie.” He mocked your earlier words to the group perfectly.

“Don’t be mean to me, Joonie… please,” you pouted, still gripping him tightly.

“Can you turn the light back on?” Your voice was barely above a whisper.

You knew it was silly to be frightened, but the darkness always left too much room for your imagination. Every shadow suddenly looked like something moving. Unconsciously, you pushed yourself even closer to Hongjoong while tightening the blankets around the two of you.

Hongjoong debated teasing you a little more. “Baby, be a big girl and go to sleep, hm?” His fingers traced lazily along your neck, feeling the way your pulse jumped beneath his touch. A small smile spread across his lips in the darkness before his hand moved up to your cheek, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“You can do that for me, can’t you?” His voice softened. “You’re so brave, aren’t you, baby?” The tone was soothing, but underneath it still carried that faint teasing edge only Hongjoong could pull off. He guided you both down onto the bed, though you still refused to let go of him.

You huffed softly but knew he was right. Both of you had early schedules in the morning. So you tried your best to quiet your thoughts and force yourself to sleep. Hongjoong could still feel how tense you were against him. Somehow, he always knew when your mind was working overtime. Slowly, he rubbed your back before beginning to hum softly. The melody was unfamiliar — maybe something new he had been working on. Pirate my ass, you thought sleepily. More like a siren. It was one of your last coherent thoughts before his warmth, soft humming, and steady heartbeat finally lulled you into a peaceful sleep.

Yunho 1,045 w

Yunho had honestly enjoyed the movie. The two of you talked about it while getting ready for bed, making small comments back and forth as you went through your nightly routine. At one point, you talked about how well Yunho does as an actor. Honestly, you thought he would fit perfectly in a horror film.

Ironically, that thought ended up being the only reason you were able to fall asleep. In your mind, you replaced the actor from the movie with Yunho instead, and suddenly the fear faded. Even imagining him in a horror setting couldn’t make him seem scary to you.

You knew Yunho’s warm heart too well for that. Your thoughts slowly drifted away from the disturbing scenes from earlier and instead filled with warmth, comfort, and love for your boyfriend. Those thoughts quickly lulled you to sleep.

Yunho had fallen asleep just as quickly, only to wake up not long after to the feeling of you suddenly jolting awake beside him. Instantly, both of your hearts spiked with adrenaline.

“What’s wrong?” Yunho asked quickly, immediately turning toward you. Now fully awake and realizing it had only been a dream, embarrassment washed over you.

“I’m sorry, Yunho…” you mumbled sheepishly. “I had a bad dream. I guess the movie got to me more than I thought.” You were secretly grateful the lights were off so he couldn’t see how red your face had become.

“Oh…” Yunho let out a relieved breath, relaxing slightly now that he knew you weren’t sick or hurt. Still, it upset him knowing the nightmare had scared you badly enough to wake you up like that.

Without hesitation, he pulled you closer, tucking you against his large frame protectively. You immediately snuggled into him, needing the comfort. “Yeah… that movie was pretty graphic, huh?” he murmured softly, trying to reassure you.

No more horror movies for movie nights, he decided silently to himself. He could feel you relax against him a little, but your body still remained tense. “Do you think you can go back to sleep?” he asked gently.

Now you felt even worse. You hadn’t meant to wake him up, but there was absolutely no way you wanted to fall back into dreamland right now.

“I’m not sure…” you admitted quietly before sighing. “But we can at least try.” For the next thirty minutes, the two of you tossed and turned, both struggling to find a comfortable position or enough peace to fall back asleep. Eventually, you gave up.

Turning toward Yunho’s back, you slipped your arms around him and rested your forehead between his shoulder blades. Even without seeing his face, you knew he was still awake.

He was warm. Comforting. Safe. Taking a slow breath, you let his familiar scent clear your mind. You felt him stiffen slightly when your hand slowly trailed from his side to the lower part of his abdomen, feeling his muscles tighten beneath your touch as your nails lightly dragged upward toward his chest.

A soft groan left him. Your hand stilled immediately. Propping yourself up on one elbow, you tried to look at his face through the darkness.

“Do you wanna play a game?” you asked softly, not even trying to hide the fact that you were fully awake now. Though you couldn’t properly see him, you felt him nod.

You immediately climbed out of bed and hurried toward the living room while Yunho followed behind you with a quiet laugh. You turned on the gaming setup and grabbed both controllers before settling onto the couch beside him.

Yunho smiled knowingly. He really should’ve expected this. Of course you meant video games…

The two of you played together for nearly an hour, laughing and talking quietly while the rest of the dorm stayed silent around you. Eventually, you set your controller down and climbed into his lap instead, letting him take over the game you were terrible at but loved watching him play anyway.

After a while, you shifted again until you were fully facing him, your legs straddling his thighs. Even sitting down, Yunho was tall enough that you still had to stretch slightly just to press a small kiss against his jaw before resting your head against his chest.

He kept playing while you stayed curled against him. Every now and then he would mumble comments about the game — complaining about bad teammates, quietly celebrating wins, or talking to you even when he thought you had stopped listening. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your cheek and the constant clicking of the controller slowly lulled you back to sleep.

This time, dreamless.

Yeosang 700 w

Yeosang had claimed the movie was just “ a little scary “ almost immediately after it ended.

Yet somehow, he had also been the first person to flinch during the loud jump scares.

You had laughed at him for it the entire walk back to your room. “I wasn’t scared,” he insisted calmly.

“Mhm,” you replied with a smile. “Sure.”

Now, hours later, the room was quiet aside from the soft hum of the air conditioner. Yeosang lay beside you, one arm tucked beneath his pillow while the other rested loosely across your waist.

You, however, were very obviously not asleep. Yeosang could tell by the way you kept shifting every few minutes. The way your breathing would settle before suddenly hitching again. The way your fingers kept absentmindedly playing with the sleeve of his shirt.

“You’re thinking too much,” he murmured quietly into the darkness.

Your body froze slightly. “I’m not.” Yeosang let out the faintest breath of amusement.

“You keep staring at the corner of the room.”

Immediately, your eyes squeezed shut. “Yeosang.”

“What?” he asked innocently.

“That’s literally the problem.” Another quiet laugh left him, softer this time. You felt him shift closer until his chest pressed lightly against your back.

“You know,” he said lazily, “if there was a monster in here, I think it would’ve gotten tired of waiting by now.” “Yeosang!” This time he actually laughed, the sound warm and low in your ear.

“Okay, okay.” His hand slid down your arm before intertwining your fingers together beneath the blanket. Then, without another word, he pressed a soft kiss against the back of your shoulder.

The teasing melted away almost instantly after that. “You’re okay,” he whispered quietly.

You turned around slowly to face him, immediately moving closer until your forehead rested against his collarbone. Yeosang adjusted the blankets around you without even thinking about it.

There was that tiny teasing smile in his voice again. Your fingers curled slightly into the fabric of his shirt as another silence settled between you both.

Then you felt Yeosang’s hand move slowly up your back, gentle fingertips tracing lazy patterns against your skin. “You wanna know something?” he asked quietly.

“Hm?”

“I wasn’t really paying attention to the movie.”

You blinked up at him. “Why not?”

Yeosang was quiet for a second before answering. “I was watching you.”

Your face immediately burned. “Yeosang!”

“What?” he said again, far too calm for someone saying something like that. “You’re a tease.” A sleepy smile tugged at his lips as he pulled you even closer. “Mhm.”

Despite your embarrassment, you could already feel yourself relaxing completely against him. Your thoughts slowed. The shadows didn’t seem as unsettling anymore.

All you could really focus on now was Yeosang’s warmth, his steady breathing, and the feeling of his thumb brushing softly over your knuckles beneath the blanket.

By the time sleep finally found you again, Yeosang was still awake just long enough to press one last kiss against your forehead.Just to make sure you stayed dreaming peacefully.

San 1,165 w

The two of you were absolutely terrified. By the end of the movie, neither of you could even pretend it hadn’t affected you.

“Whose dumb idea was it to watch this anyway?” you muttered under your breath, shooting Jongho a small glare that only made him laugh. At some point during the movie, you had practically climbed into San’s lap, clinging to him for dear life. Not that he minded. The feeling had been entirely mutual.

San’s grip around you had been almost painfully tight the entire film. You knew he was trying to act brave, but every few minutes you could still feel his body flinch beneath you.

After saying your goodbyes and heading home, neither of you left the other’s side for even a second. Every light in the apartment stayed on. Even once the two of you crawled into bed.

Curled against San’s bare chest, the warmth of him and the steady feeling of his strong arms around you did more to calm your nerves than anything else could have.

Eventually, after enough convincing, the two of you finally worked up the courage to turn the lights off. You pressed one soft goodnight kiss against his chest before falling asleep tangled together.

Then came the nightmare.

In your dream, everything felt wrong. Too hot. Too tight. Your heart pounded violently as panic clawed at your chest. You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move.

It felt like something was trapping you beneath its weight while darkness swallowed everything around you. A broken gasp tore from your throat as you jolted awake. Your lungs burned while you struggled to catch your breath. At first, you still couldn’t move. Then you realized why.

San — still trapped in his own nightmare — had wrapped himself completely around you in his sleep. His thick arms were locked tightly around your waist and chest, holding onto you like you were the only thing keeping him grounded. If the two of you could’ve gotten any closer, you probably would’ve fused into one person.

Once your head cleared a little, you finally looked up at him properly. Even asleep, his face was tense, brows pulled together while his grip tightened impossibly more around you. Honestly, it probably should’ve hurt. His hands felt tight enough to leave marks against your skin. But somehow, you had never felt safer.

Still, the thought of San trapped inside a nightmare made your chest ache. “Sannie…” you whispered softly against his chest. “Honey, you gotta wake up.”

He didn’t respond. Carefully, you began pressing featherlight kisses across his chest and the base of his throat.

“Sannie, it’s okay,” you murmured softly between kisses. “It’s just a dream.”

Slowly, you felt his grip loosen just slightly. You pressed another kiss over his heart, this one firmer than before, your lips lingering there reassuringly before trailing back upward.

A soft sound escaped him, somewhere between a sigh and a groan, as his heartbeat picked up beneath your lips. Continuing to pepper soft kisses along his neck and chest, you felt his body gradually begin waking.

“Are you awake now, honey?” you whispered after pressing one final kiss near the base of his neck. A choked gasp left him as he finally woke fully, taking several deep breaths while his arms instinctively tightened around you again.

“It’s okay,” you soothed immediately, running your fingers through his hair. “Just a dream, okay?”

It only took him a few seconds to fully orient himself before he quickly pulled you so you were lying completely on top of him.His hands rubbed slowly up and down your back.

“Thank you for waking me up,” he murmured softly.

Then his expression shifted slightly.

“Wait… did I wake you up too?”

You hummed quietly before pressing one last kiss against his chest.

“I had a bad dream too,” you admitted softly. “When I woke up and saw you struggling… I just wanted to help.”

The look San gave you after that nearly melted your heart.

God, how much did he love you?

His hand slid up your spine to cradle the back of your head before pulling you into a deep, lingering kiss.

“I love you so much, Y/N,” he whispered once he finally pulled away.Then, without warning, he shifted, gently rolling the two of you over until he was lying between your legs, nearly fully on top of you again like he couldn’t stand even an inch of distance.

“Let me show you,” he murmured before immediately peppering kisses all over your cheeks, forehead, jaw, and nose until your laughter finally filled the room.At that point, it became pretty obvious neither one of you had any real plans of falling back asleep anytime soon.

Mingi 885 w

Your big baby. Such a soft-hearted princess.

At some point during the movie, Mingi had completely given up on pretending he was actually watching it. In the beginning, he tried.

But his soft heart simply couldn’t handle all the horror. Instead, he had pulled you into his lap, your fingers intertwined while he rested his head against your shoulder, hiding from half the movie without shame.

Even though he wasn’t really watching anymore, he still flinched every single time you did. Whenever something especially terrifying happened, he would gently squeeze your hand before whispering softly into your ear,

“You don’t have to watch if you don’t want to.”

Always trying to give you an excuse to stop. A way out. You smiled softly before bringing your joined hands up to your lips and pressing a kiss against the inside of his palm.

“I’m okay,” you whispered back. “Thank you, baby.” By the end of the movie, goosebumps covered your skin. It had genuinely been one of the scariest movies you’d watched in a long time.

Once the two of you got home and started getting ready for bed, you tried your best to push the images from the movie out of your mind.

Climbing into bed behind Mingi, you wrapped your arms around his massive frame as best as you could. He secretly loved being the little spoon sometimes. Pressing a soft kiss between his shoulder blades, you felt his body relax instantly beneath your touch.

And honestly? So did you. The second you were close to him, all the tension in your body seemed to melt away. You hadn’t even realized how exhausted you were until then. Soft goodnights were exchanged sleepily between the two of you before you finally drifted off.

But sometime later, you woke with a sharp gasp. Your chest felt tight with panic while fear still clung heavily to you from the nightmare. It had somehow been even more graphic than the movie itself. Your breathing shook unevenly as anxiety curled tighter in your chest. You could already feel tears beginning to burn behind your eyes.

Maybe Mingi sensed your trembling. Or maybe he simply noticed your absence beside him. Either way, he woke up almost immediately, reaching for you instinctively. “What’s wrong, sweet pea?” he mumbled sleepily. “C’mere.”

Still barely awake, he pulled you back down against him until your body was completely pressed to his. His eyes remained shut with exhaustion while his hands slowly rubbed soothing circles against your back. The way Mingi could completely engulf you in warmth and comfort had you calming down almost instantly.

You were honestly grateful he sounded too sleepy to fully notice just how shaken up you were. Now that the adrenaline was fading, embarrassment was beginning to creep in instead. Taking a shaky breath, you buried your face against his chest. “Sorry, baby,” you whispered. “I had a bad dream because of the movie.”

A low hum vibrated through his chest beneath your cheek. “That’s why I didn’t watch it,” he mumbled groggily. “Too much.” Despite still being half-asleep, every touch from him remained impossibly gentle.

His hands wandered sleepily along your back and arms, almost like his exhausted brain was trying to keep your focus entirely on him instead of the nightmare. And honestly? It worked. You didn’t even care if you never fell back asleep. The warmth of Mingi holding you like this felt comforting enough to last for years.

Wooyoung 770 w

During the entire movie, Wooyoung kept making little comments and jokes.

Whether it was mocking the actors, pointing out plot holes, or whispering about situations that made absolutely no sense, his constant commentary kept you entertained enough not to completely lose your mind. Honestly, half the reason you survived the movie at all was because of him. Every scary moment got interrupted by his dramatic whispers or sarcastic remarks until the whole thing started feeling more ridiculous than terrifying.

But even after the movie ended, your mind wouldn’t fully let it go. Lying in bed beside Wooyoung, you couldn’t stop replaying scenes from the movie in your head. Unfortunately, letting horror movie thoughts become the last thing in your brain before falling asleep was clearly not good for your psyche.

Because in your dream, Wooyoung wasn’t there. You didn’t have his voice in your ear making dumb jokes or pointing out everything unrealistic until the scary scenes became silly instead. This time, everything felt real. It didn’t take long before you woke up again, the nightmare and the movie still fresh in your mind.

Quietly, you slipped out of bed and made your way toward the living room, turning on lights as you went while trying your best not to wake Wooyoung. Settling onto the couch with a sigh, you hugged a blanket against yourself. Your body was exhausted even if your mind refused to let you fall back asleep. It had only been a few minutes before you heard soft footsteps behind you. Yawning sleepily, Wooyoung walked into the living room.

“What’s wrong, pretty girl?” he asked softly. You looked over guiltily. “Sorry, Woo… I didn’t mean to wake you,” you admitted quietly. “I woke up and don’t think I can go back to sleep.”

Instead of answering right away, Wooyoung simply walked over and dropped onto the couch beside you before laying across it dramatically, using your thighs as a pillow. “Silly girl,” he chuckled sleepily. “You really let that movie get into your head, huh?” Before you could respond, he grabbed the remote and turned the TV on. A second later, the screen lit up with an old cartoon channel. One of your favorites.

You couldn’t stop the small smile that spread across your face. Your hands immediately moved down to brush his messy hair away from his forehead before your fingers slowly scratched against his scalp. A soft, sleepy moan left Wooyoung almost instantly. “Mm… there you go,” he mumbled, clearly pleased.

You continued playing with his hair while the cartoons quietly played in the background. Slowly, the scary thoughts in your head started being replaced by warm nostalgia and the comfort of Wooyoung curled up against you.

At some point, you became pretty sure he had fallen asleep. The soft sounds of cartoons, your fingers moving through his hair, and Wooyoung’s steady breathing eventually lulled you back to sleep too. This time, without fear following you there.

Jongho 1k w

Of course Jongho picked the movie. 😭

You spent almost the entire film curled into his side, trying your best to watch while constantly flinching at jump scares or turning your face into his shoulder whenever scenes got too graphic or gory. Meanwhile, Jongho stayed completely calm through all of it.

He kept one hand intertwined with yours while the other gently rubbed your back whenever he felt you tense up. When the movie finally ended, you looked up at him cautiously.

“So… did you like it?”

Jongho nodded thoughtfully. “It was good,” he said casually. “Though I wish it was a little more realistic.”

You stared at him in disbelief. Ugh, baby… what is wrong with you? You didn’t actually say it out loud, but judging by the look on your face, you were pretty sure he understood anyway.

Getting ready for bed afterward was miserable. Everything suddenly felt wrong. Too dark. Too quiet. Yet somehow too loud at the same time. Your mind kept replaying scenes from the movie no matter how hard you tried to relax enough to sleep. Noticing immediately how tense you were, Jongho gently rubbed the tight muscles in your neck and back while the two of you laid in bed.

He kept doing it until your breathing finally slowed and you drifted asleep beside him. But sometime early in the morning, you suddenly woke up again. Still dark outside. You glanced at the clock. Two hours before your alarms.

Just great. Taking deep breaths, you tried to calm yourself down, but everything felt worse awake in the darkness. It was strange — you hadn’t even noticed how dark the room was before going to sleep.

Though honestly, it probably didn’t help that your brain short-circuited a little every single time Jongho touched you. That definitely made staying rational harder. Being such a light sleeper, Jongho woke up almost immediately the second he sensed your panic. Without hesitation, he reached for you and pulled you into his chest.

“Why’re you up so early, hm?” he asked sleepily. You sighed softly.

“Weird dreams,” you mumbled.

Jongho knew instantly they were more than just weird dreams.

Already accepting that neither of you were likely going back to sleep anytime soon, he reached over and turned the light on immediately, the warm glow easing your fear almost instantly. Then he pressed a soft kiss against the top of your head before climbing out of bed. You blinked up at him curiously.

“Where are you going?”

“Making tea,” he answered simply.

So you followed him into the kitchen, your fingers loosely intertwined the whole way. Jongho made the two of you warm cups of tea while the apartment stayed quiet and peaceful around you. Honestly, it became a lovely way to start the morning.

Sitting together at the table, you talked quietly about work, schedules, and random little things going on in your lives while the sky slowly started brightening outside. Eventually, your alarms began going off from the bedroom. By then, your eyes had already started drooping again. The fear had faded. The movie forgotten.

After a while, Jongho grabbed his phone before heading back toward the bedroom. Confused, you followed after him.

“Wait,” you asked sleepily, “why are we getting back in bed? Aren’t we supposed to get up now?” Jongho glanced over at you casually.

“Took the day off.”

Your heart nearly melted. Before you could even respond, he pulled you back into bed beside him, wrapping an arm securely around your waist.

“Go back to sleep,” he murmured softly. “We’ve got the whole day free.”

Pt. 2 Maknae Line

Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Established Relationship, slightly suggestive...

Word count: 6k

Pt 1 https://www.tumblr.com/kittypusslov/818268483523641344/ateez-x-reader-when-youre-sick

San 1.6k words

San always felt conflicted whenever he got sick. On one hand, he became needier, clingier, and wanted nothing more than to curl up in your arms. On the other hand, the thought of getting you sick too made him want to lock himself away until he was completely better.

It had been three days since he got sick.

The first day wasn’t too bad. Just a low-grade fever and a little cough—or at least that’s what he told you. Of course, you wanted to take care of him.

“No! I don’t want you catching anything,” he told you firmly.

“I’ll be fine!” you argued back. God, San could be so frustrating.

Instead, he banished himself to the guest room in an attempt to keep his distance. He only came out when absolutely necessary and even wore a mask.

“San! You are being too much! Really? A mask?!” you asked the first time he stepped out of the room.

“I’m not taking any chances,” he replied before retreating right back inside.

Ugh. This man. When lunchtime came around, you made soup and rice, gathered some medicine and water onto a tray, and carried everything into the guest room.

San was sleeping softly. His face was slightly flushed, his hair messy, and his lips parted just enough to reveal the soft snores escaping through what was clearly a stuffy nose.

Setting the tray on the nightstand, you sat carefully beside him. You brushed the hair from his face and gently scratched his scalp.

“Sannie, baby, I made lunch. Do you want to wake up and eat?”

Still half asleep, he leaned into your touch. “Hmm… feels good.” His words slurred together sleepily.

You continued rubbing his head while he let out tiny content groans. “San, I have medicine for your headache. Can you sit up for me?”

As his eyes slowly opened, he became more aware of his surroundings. And immediately pulled away.

Putting distance between the two of you, he scooted toward the opposite side of the bed. “I can take it myself. Thank you for the food and medicine.”

“You are so stubborn,” you huffed. “Okay, okay. I’ll leave. And don’t even think about putting that mask on right now.”

His eyes kept making quick glances to it. Walking toward the door, you sighed. “Let me know if you need anything, okay?”

“I will.” He lied.

You shut the door behind you and went to eat your own lunch. The entire time, you debated hiding every mask in the house.

Later, San emerged only long enough to bring his dishes to the kitchen.

…Wearing that damn mask.

“San, baby, if you don’t put those dishes down and go back to bed, I swear I’ll rip that mask off and kiss you until I know I’m sick.” You crossed your arms and glared at him.

At that point, you honestly didn’t care if you got sick. At least then you could be miserable together instead of him locking himself away.

And if you were struggling with the separation, you knew he had to be feeling it too.

San stared at you. He was clearly debating whether you were bluffing.

You weren’t.

God, he wanted to kiss you. Wanted to hold you. Wanted to touch you.

Then he felt another wave of fever hit him.

Nope. Definitely not. Without another word, he abandoned the dishes and practically fled back to the guest room.

You groaned.

Dinner went much the same. You brought him food, water, medicine, and this time a small chocolate pudding topped with strawberries.

“Thank you!”

He looked genuinely excited about the dessert. You simply hummed and walked away. After dinner, you cleaned up and found yourself staring at the couch.

Normally, this was when the two of you would be curled up together. Guess not tonight.

You briefly considered watching a movie without him and turning the volume up so he’d hear it from the guest room.

But you decided against it. Yes, he was being stubborn. Yes, he was being annoying. But it was coming from a place of love. Even if you hated being separated.

“San, you took your medicine, right? Can I do anything for you?” you called through the door later that night.

“Yep. Took my medicine. I’m fine. Thank you, baby.” His voice sounded strained.

You frowned. “Okay… goodnight.” You hadn’t meant to sound so sad.

Without waiting for a response, you walked back to your room. “Goodnight, asshole. Love you, stupidhead,” you muttered to yourself.

Day two was worse. San looked noticeably weaker.

You got up early and made breakfast before gathering his medicine. When you entered the guest room, he was still asleep.

His chest was bare, a sheet draped loosely over his hips, and a dried-out washcloth rested across his forehead.

His fever must have spiked overnight. You set the tray down before carefully removing the cloth, rewetting it with cool water, and placing it back against his skin.

He flinched in his sleep.

You were careful not to wake him. Then quietly left the room.

Lunch was the same. Dinner too.

You’d spent the entire day frustrated and worried. You wanted to help him. Hold him. Comfort him. Tell him everything would be okay. It had only been two days, but you missed him so much it physically hurt.

Later that evening, unable to help yourself, you made him another dessert. When you entered the room, he was curled tightly around a pillow.

You knew he wished it was you.

Your chest hurt. San loved physical affection. Honestly, it wasn’t just something he liked. It was something he needed.

He drifted somewhere between sleep and wakefulness while you sat carefully behind him on the bed.

Your cool hands gently rubbed his arms and back.

The effect was immediate. Even asleep, his body relaxed beneath your touch.

You stayed longer than intended. Watching him breathe. Watching his face scrunch whenever he shifted. Watching the tension leave his muscles beneath your hands.

Eventually, you decided to leave before he woke up and had a dramatic breakdown over being this close to you without a mask.

You rolled your eyes. Dramatic.

You carefully started getting off the bed.

“Don’t leave.” The words were barely more than a whisper.

Soft. Broken.

Your heart shattered.

“Oh, baby.”

Immediately, you sat back down. You leaned against the headboard and gently guided him toward you.

His head settled against your stomach while your legs surrounded him.

His arms wrapped around your waist immediately.

His grip felt weak, but he still held onto you like you were his anchor.

Then he rubbed his face against you.

Like a cat. Desperate for affection.

Your fingers slid through his hair. Across his face. Down his neck. His shoulders. Then back up again.

“I missed you,” he mumbled.

“I know.”

“I wanted to talk to you.”

“I know.”

“Wanted to hold you.”

“I know.”

“Wanted to kiss you.”

You smiled sadly.

“Me too, baby.”

As your hands moved back to cup his face, you felt tears.

Warm tears. Flowing freely.

“San? Baby, why are you crying?”

You tried lifting his head. Instead, he buried himself deeper against you.

“I don’t know…”

Your heart broke all over again. You wrapped your arms tighter around him.

“It’s okay, Sannie. Just let it out. I’ve got you.”

His hands wandered everywhere. Your waist. Your hips. Your thighs. Your arms. Like he was trying to make up for every touch he’d missed. You held him close and whispered everything you’d been holding back.

How much you loved him. How much you missed him. How much you wanted to take care of him. How empty your bed felt without him. And eventually, he fell asleep in your arms.

On day three, he finally gave in completely.

When you woke up the next morning, you’d somehow shifted positions. Now San was cocooned against your chest. Your arms wrapped around him while his legs tangled with yours.

You pressed a kiss against his forehead. Still warm. But much better. His fever was definitely coming down. This time, you did everything you’d wanted to do from the beginning.

Everything you promised him the night before.

And this time? He let you.

Unfortunately, on day four, your throat started feeling sore.

Immediately, you panicked. Absolutely not. After all that, there was no way you were getting sick. You took every supplement, vitamin, and medicine you could find. By the end of the day, San noticed.

Of course he did. Your symptoms were starting to look suspiciously familiar.

He asked. You denied it. Repeatedly.

Day five. You woke up with a fever. San knew. You knew.

“Drink.”

“I’m not thirsty.”

“Interesting. I don’t remember that being one of the options.”

“San.”

“Baby.”

“You’re annoying.”

“That’s funny. I seem to remember you saying something similar three days ago.” he said smugly.

“YN,” he said slowly. “Do you want to do this the easy way or the hard way?” You immediately crossed your arms.

“I’m not sick.”

San stared. You stared back. One eyebrow slowly lifted.

“Baby.”

“I’m not.”

San let out a long sigh. This was karma. For both of you.

He gently cupped your face in his hands. “Let me recommend the easy way. It’s a lot nicer.”

You could tell he was trying not to smile. God, he wasn’t happy you were sick. But now it was his turn. His turn to take care of you. His thumb brushed your cheek.

“Now it’s my turn to take care of you,” he said softly. “And trust me, baby…” His smile finally appeared. “I plan on doing it properly.”

You wanted to argue. You really did. But the way he was holding your face and looking at you made your entire body flush for a completely different reason.

“…Okay, Sannie.” You leaned into his touch. “Let’s see how good you take care of me.”

Mingi 1.4k words

You didn’t even have time to process what was happening before you woke up with bile rushing up your throat. You barely made it to the bathroom before getting sick. Unfortunately, you didn’t quite make it to the toilet.

The sound of vomit hitting the bathroom floor was unmistakable.

Your throat burned as you gagged on what little remained in your stomach. The sudden sickness left you shaky, weak, and absolutely disgusted. Taking a few deep breaths, you tried to calm yourself down.

Obviously, you hadn’t made it in time to reach the toilet, which also meant you hadn’t had time to shut the bathroom door behind you. So when Mingi appeared, still half asleep, drawn by the very unmistakable sound of someone getting sick, you immediately scrambled to slam the door shut.

“Babe, you okay—”

The door shut right in his face.

“I’m fine. Go back to bed.”

Ugh.

The bathroom was disgusting. You wanted to bleach every surface, scrub the floor raw, and somehow erase the smell from existence. You also desperately needed a shower. You were about ninety-nine percent sure there was vomit in your hair. The thought nearly made you gag again.

A second later, the bathroom door opened. Mingi looked much more awake now.

“Why did you slam the door on me?”

The confusion written all over his face would’ve been funny under different circumstances.

“Mingi, get out!”

You immediately regretted not locking the door.

“I need to clean up and take a shower. It’s gross in here. Get out.”

Instead of listening, he casually stepped over the mess and walked toward the shower.

“MINGI! What are you doing?!”

He ignored you completely.

After adjusting the water temperature, he turned around.

“You said you needed a shower. I’m helping.”

Then he walked over. His fingers hooked beneath the hem of your shirt.

“Arms up.”

Slowly, he pulled it over your head before tossing it into the corner.

Honestly… You were a little grateful. There was definitely vomit on it. His hands moved to your hips next, tugging at your shorts and underwear.

“Wait, wait! Stop!”

His hands immediately stilled. Resting against your thighs, he looked up at you. Confused.

“I still need to clean first. I know you’d rather not see it, but I also know you’re not going to magically forget about the puddle of vomit on the floor.”

“Obviously not. It’s kind of hard to miss.”

You groaned.

“I was going to clean it while you were showering.”

Then he resumed removing your remaining clothes. Once again, you were horrified.

“Mingi, you are not cleaning up my throw up!”

You tried stepping away. He simply caught your wrist and gently pulled you back.

“Do you really think a little vomit is going to scare me?”

The amusement in his voice only made your embarrassment worse. Without waiting for an answer, he guided you into the shower and shut the door behind you.

The water temperature was perfect, by the way.

“Take your time. Let me know if you need any help.”

Ugh.

If there had been anything left in your stomach, your embarrassment would’ve brought it back up.

Though honestly… Mingi wasn’t exactly squeamish when it came to bodily fluids.

Still.

You took his advice and stood beneath the warm water for several minutes. The heat soaked into your aching muscles.

You felt exhausted. Weak. Heavy. Eventually, you started washing your hair. You quickly realized just how drained you were. Your arms felt like they weighed a hundred pounds as you tried to work shampoo through your scalp.

Your legs weren’t much better. You honestly felt like you might collapse. The shower door suddenly opened. You jumped. Mingi’s eyes immediately swept over you.

“I told you to let me know if you needed help.”

He reached inside and shut off the water.

“Mingi, I still have shampoo—”

He ignored your protest completely. Taking your hand, he carefully guided you out. You felt like some slimy fish he’d just caught.

“MINGI!”

Without a word, he carried you across the bathroom. The large soaking tub was already filled. Conveniently. He lowered you into the water like you weighed nothing.

“Sit.”

You sank into the warm water. It reached nearly to your neck. The custom tub Mingi had insisted on getting was large enough for both of you, but right now it felt like heaven.

“I was fine,” you muttered.

He simply knelt behind the tub. Sure. You were fine. Then he started massaging shampoo into your scalp.

The fight instantly left your body.

“Thank you, Min.”

He smiled. His fingers worked carefully through your hair, scratching and massaging your scalp. You couldn’t help the soft groans that escaped you.

Every ache in your head seemed to melt beneath his touch. After rinsing out the shampoo, he worked conditioner through your hair and clipped it up.

Then he drained some of the water until it sat around your waist. Immediately, you shivered.

“Min, it’s cold.”

“I know. I’ll be done soon.”

He grabbed your body wash and washcloth. Starting at your neck, he carefully washed your skin.

Your shoulders. Your arms. Your back. Your chest.

That part required significantly more self-control than he’d like to admit.

In Mingi’s head, the same thought repeated over and over:

She’s sick.Now is not the time.

She’s sick. Now is not the time.

Mingi had excellent self-control when he wanted to.

Once your upper body was finished, he helped you stand for a few moments while he washed the rest of you.

He was gentle. Thorough. Attentive.

When he finally finished, he rinsed away the soap and conditioner before draining the tub completely. Then he wrapped you in a fluffy towel and lifted you right back into his arms.

The bathroom was spotless. He really had cleaned everything while you’d been standing in the shower.

You felt another wave of embarrassment. And affection.

Back in the bedroom, Mingi helped dry you off and found a fresh pair of pajamas. Then he carefully blow-dried your hair until it was no longer dripping wet.

By the time he finished, you felt warm. Comfortable. Sleepy. His hands had been gentle and warm showering you with love through every touch.

You leaned back against his chest.

“Thank you.”

His arms wrapped around you immediately.

“Of course.”

His chin rested on your shoulder. Then his lips brushed the skin beneath your ear.

“Feeling any better?”

His deep voice sent shivers through your body.

“A little.”

You sighed.

“My body hurts. I feel really weak.”

He nodded. Then immediately got to work. Mingi tucked you into bed before returning with medicine and water. Once you’d taken everything, he guided you onto your stomach.

“What are you doing?”

“Helping.”

You laughed softly.

Then his hands settled against your feet.

For the next hour, Mingi gave you a full-body massage.

He started at your feet and slowly worked upward. Ankles. Calves. Thighs. Hips. Lower back. Shoulders. Neck. Arms.

He paid special attention to every sore muscle he found. Whenever you whimpered or flinched, he’d linger there until the tension eased.

The entire time, he kept talking to you.

Checking in. Making sure he wasn’t hurting you. Asking if it felt good or if he should ease up. By the time he finished, your body felt completely relaxed. His touch lingered long after his hands left your skin. You fell asleep almost immediately.

The next morning, you woke feeling significantly better. Honestly, part of you wondered if the entire night had been some strange fever dream. But no. Mingi was already awake. Carefully making breakfast. A little while later, he appeared carrying a tray. A bowl of porridge. Medicine. Water. Everything you’d need.

“It’s bland,” he admitted, setting the tray down. “But I thought it’d be easier on your stomach.”

You smiled.

“Thank you.”

He sat beside you and immediately picked up the spoon.

You blinked.

“Mingi…”

“What?”

“I can feed myself.”

His eyebrow lifted.

“Last night you couldn’t even wash your own hair because your arms were too tired.”

You opened your mouth. Then closed it. Fair.

“Let me take care of you.”

Honestly, you didn’t have the energy to argue. So you let him.

Mingi looked entirely too pleased with himself. Every thank you and every bit of praise made his chest puff up with pride.

You made sure to tell him often how much you appreciated him. How much better he made you feel. How loved he made you feel.

“I’ll always take good care of you, Princess,” he said confidently.

You leaned fully against him.

“I know you will, Min.”

A soft smile crossed your face.

“I love you, baby.”

His arms tightened around you immediately.

“ me too “

Wooyoung 1.8k words

Recently, your cousin went back to work after her maternity leave and asked if you and Wooyoung could babysit her kids on Fridays. Since the two of you absolutely adored your little cousins, you agreed immediately.

It had been about a month since you started watching them every Friday. You always knew Wooyoung loved kids, but something about having them in your home every week seemed to short-circuit his brain.

The very first Friday they came over, he emptied the spare bedroom.

“What are you doing?” you asked, watching him carry out boxes.

“Making the kids a room.”

You blinked.

Wooyoung paused before giving you an innocent smile.

“ for the little ones, I was thinking maybe they can come over more often or you know it’s just good to have.. “

That should have been your first warning sign.

The next week he came home with a crib. Then a stroller. Then baby clothes. Then bottles. Then diapers. Then more baby clothes. When you questioned him, he always had an excuse.

“It was on sale. It’s good to have around. You never know when you’ll need it.”

Apparently, according to Wooyoung, you never knew when you might suddenly need enough baby supplies to stock a small daycare.

Every Friday became his favorite day of the week.

Your cousin would drop the kids off early in the morning and pick them up late that night. From the moment they arrived, Wooyoung had an entire schedule planned.

He made breakfast. Changed diapers. Read books. Sang nursery songs. Took them on walks. Played bubbles and sidewalk chalk. Made sure they had snacks every few hours.

Not once had you changed a diaper yourself. Wooyoung practically sprinted to every diaper emergency before you could even stand up.

Watching him with them was honestly adorable.

The kids adored him. You adored him. And unfortunately, all of this seemed to trigger an extreme case of baby fever.

Nap time quickly became your most dangerous time of day. Once both kids were asleep and tucked into bed for their afternoon naps, Wooyoung immediately turned his attention to you.

It was like a switch flipped.

The second he had free time, he was attached to your side. Kissing you. Holding you. Touching you. And talking. Constantly talking.

“Baby, you’d be such a good mom.”

“You know that, right?”

“You look really good holding babies.”

“Wooyoung.”

“I’m serious.”

“You say that every day.”

“Because it’s true.”

It only got worse as the weeks passed. Every weekend seemed to consist of Wooyoung wrapped around you, cuddling you, kissing you, and occasionally begging you to let him put a baby in you.

You loved him. You really did. But you were starting to suspect he had forgotten one very important detail.

You were still on birth control. The two of you had already agreed on a timeline. Eventually. Not now.

Unfortunately, baby-fever Wooyoung seemed convinced his determination and magic sperm alone could override modern medicine.

You couldn’t help but indulge him a little during his more sub space deep moments. Mostly because watching him get so excited was cute. Ridiculous. But cute.

After about a month of this, however, the constant affection, lack of personal space, and Wooyoung’s seemingly endless energy had started taking a toll on you.

Which was why Monday morning hit you like a truck.

You woke up to soft kisses being pressed against your forehead and cheeks. Wooyoung’s hands gently traced over your arms and waist.

“Morning, baby.”

You smiled sleepily. Then suddenly froze. A wave of nausea slammed into you.

“Oh no.”

You practically launched yourself out of bed and sprinted for the bathroom.

Thankfully, you made it in time. Barely.

By the time Wooyoung caught up, you were kneeling in front of the toilet, miserably throwing up. Immediately, he gathered your hair back and rubbed soothing circles over your back.

“It’s okay, baby. It’s okay.” You felt awful. Your throat burned. Your stomach hurt. Your entire body ached.

Afterward, he helped you wash up and tucked you back into bed before calling out of work for both of you.

The next two days weren’t much better. You were nauseous. Exhausted. Moody. Everything hurt. Certain smells made you sick.

The first time Wooyoung tried cooking, you ended up running to the bathroom halfway through. After that, he became much more careful. Seaweed soup seemed to settle your stomach the best. He also made soft porridge, warm broth, fruit, crackers, and anything else you thought you could keep down.

Whenever your back hurt, he rubbed it. Whenever your legs ached, he massaged them. Whenever you wanted ice cream, somehow there was already ice cream waiting for you. Through all of it, he never once complained. He simply took care of you.

By the third day, you were finally starting to feel better. Your nausea had mostly settled, and while you were still tired, you no longer felt like death every time you sat up. Which was why you were very confused when Wooyoung walked into the bedroom that morning and announced:

“Get dressed.”

You looked up from your phone.

“What?”

“Get dressed.”

“Why?”

He looked at you like the answer was obvious.

“We have a doctor’s appointment.”

You immediately groaned.

“Woo, I’m fine. I feel so much better.”

He crossed his arms.

“You’ve been throwing up for two days.”

“I had the flu.”

“You’ve been nauseous.”

“I was sick.”

“You’ve been moody.”

“I always get moody when I’m sick.”

“You’ve had cravings.”

“I wanted seaweed soup!”

Wooyoung simply stared at you. You stared back. Neither of you moved. Eventually, he pointed toward the closet.

“Get dressed.”

You sighed dramatically. Unfortunately, he refused to back down. So an hour later, you found yourself sitting in the passenger seat of his car. You didn’t think much of it until he pulled into the parking lot.

Then your eyes widened. No. Absolutely not. There was no way.

“Wooyoung.”

He smiled.

“Yes, baby?”

“What are we doing at an OBGYN?”

His smile somehow grew even brighter. You were horrified.

“It’s important to start checkups early.”

You just stared at him. Completely speechless. He genuinely thought you were pregnant.

The man had lost his mind.

Still in shock, you allowed him to lead you inside. The receptionist checked you in without issue, and before you knew it, you were sitting in an exam room waiting for the doctor. When she finally entered, she greeted both of you warmly.

“So, what brings you in today?”

Before you could answer, Wooyoung sat up straighter.

“We’re here for her first checkup.”

You closed your eyes. The doctor smiled.

“Oh, congratulations! How far along do you think you are?”

You opened your eyes.

Wooyoung looked at you expectantly. You looked at Wooyoung. Then back at the doctor.

“I’m so sorry,” you said immediately. “I’m not pregnant.”

The doctor blinked. Wooyoung blinked.

“I’m on birth control,” you continued. “I’ve never taken a pregnancy test. I didn’t even know we were coming here today.”

The room fell silent.

“What are you talking about?” Wooyoung asked.

You turned toward him.

“What am I talking about?”

“Baby, you’ve had morning sickness.”

“I’ve been sick.”

“You’ve been nauseous.”

“I had the flu.”

“You’ve had cravings.”

“I wanted soup!”

The doctor looked between the two of you before quickly stepping in.

“Okay,” she said carefully. “How about we cover all our bases?” You immediately nodded. She continued.

“We’ll run a flu test, a pregnancy test, and do a general wellness check. That way we’ll know exactly what’s going on.”

“Perfect,” you said.

“Perfect,” Wooyoung agreed.

The doctor handed you a sample cup.

“We’ll start with this.”

You stood up and headed toward the bathroom. Unfortunately, footsteps followed behind you. You turned. Wooyoung was right there.

“What are you doing?”

“I can help.”

“Help with what?”

“I can hold the cup.”

You stared at him. He stared back. Completely serious.

“Hold the cup?”

“Yeah.”

“Wooyoung.”

“Baby?”

“If you don’t walk away right now, I’m going to bite you.”

He finally seemed to realize this was not the correct answer. Slowly, he backed away. You shut the bathroom door before he could say anything else. When you returned, the doctor collected the sample and began the rest of the examination.

Then came the waiting.

Thirty long minutes. Thirty minutes of Wooyoung holding your hand. Thirty minutes of him rubbing your thigh. Thirty minutes of him talking excitedly about baby names. Thirty minutes of him showing you strollers. Thirty minutes of him adding maternity clothes, baby furniture, and enough newborn supplies to fill an entire nursery into online shopping carts. You had managed to stop him from actually purchasing anything. Barely.

The entire time, your heart ached a little. You knew how badly he wanted this someday. You knew how amazing he would be as a father. But someday wasn’t today. Eventually, the doctor returned.

You squeezed Wooyoung’s hand tightly.

“The pregnancy test came back negative.”

You felt his shoulders drop immediately. For a moment, neither of you said anything. Then the doctor continued.

“However, your flu test came back positive.” You slowly turned your head toward Wooyoung.

Told you. The doctor went over treatment recommendations, encouraged rest, fluids, and vitamins, and reassured you that Wooyoung had been doing an excellent job taking care of you.

After wishing you a speedy recovery, she left. The drive home was quiet. The moment the car doors shut, Wooyoung cracked. Tears filled his eyes as he wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m sorry, baby.”

You immediately hugged him back.

“I know.”

“I can’t believe I did that.”

You laughed.

“I can.”

He groaned.

“I was so sure.”

“You took me to an OBGYN.”

“I know.”

“You tried to hold the cup.” His face immediately disappeared into your shoulder.

“Oh my God.” You laughed harder.

By the time you got home, he had you tucked into bed, wrapped in blankets, and pulled securely against his chest. The conversation about future babies could wait. Tonight, you just wanted cuddles. A little while later, you called your cousin to let her know the kids probably shouldn’t come over Friday since you had the flu.

“Oh no,” she said immediately. “I forgot to tell you! We took them to the doctor Monday. Both of them tested positive for the flu.”

You froze. Slowly, you turned your head. Wooyoung looked back at you. His face turned bright red. Silence. More silence.

Finally, he buried his face into a pillow. “Oh my God.”

You couldn’t help it. You laughed until your stomach hurt. The kids had the flu. You had the flu.

And Wooyoung had somehow managed to convince himself he’d beaten birth control.Honestly?You were never letting him live this down.

Jongho 1.2k words

“Y’know, you’ve been extra annoying lately.”

Jongho looked at you with a bewildered expression.

“Don’t look at me like that. You know exactly what I’m talking about. You’ve been nagging me nonstop lately.” You told him.

“I have not been nagging you,” he said immediately.

“Yes, you have.”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Yes, you have.” You argued.

Jongho stared at you for a moment before letting out a sigh.

“Why are you starting a fight? First of all, I haven’t been nagging you. Second, I asked if you were feeling okay because you’ve been coughing a lot, and you argued that you weren’t. Then later I asked if you’d taken any medicine for your cough, and you said no because you don’t have a cough. Even though I literally heard you coughing. Explain that to me.”

You couldn’t help smiling. You loved when he got worked up.

Not that you were trying to do it intentionally this time. You genuinely didn’t know what he was talking about. You felt fine.

“I’m not starting a fight because there’s nothing to fight about,” you argued.

“You’re unbelievable.”

You grinned.

“Thank you.”

The look he gave you made it seem like he wanted to strangle you a little. And unfortunately, not in the way you liked :(

“Seriously though,” you continued, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I feel fine. I haven’t even noticed myself coughing. You’d think I’d know if I was coughing.”

“You would think,” he muttered.

You huffed and crossed your arms.

“You know what? Fine. If you say you’re fine, then you’re fine.”

The tone of his voice told you he absolutely did not believe that. As the day went on, you continued coughing and clearing your throat without even realizing it. Every single time. And every single time, Jongho noticed. You somehow didn’t.

That night was even worse.

Jongho understood not noticing during the day, but once you started coughing in your sleep, it became impossible to ignore. The sound kept waking him up throughout the night.

By three in the morning, he was already predicting exactly how the next day would go. Sore throat. Runny nose. Complaining. And, most importantly, refusing to admit he had been right.

Sure enough, the next morning your throat felt awful. Your nose was somehow stuffy and runny at the same time, and your entire body felt sluggish.

What the hell? How had he known?

Unfortunately, there was absolutely no way you were admitting that after making such a big deal yesterday. Maybe you could sneak some medicine before he noticed. Because if he caught you, you’d never hear the end of it. You felt him move beside you.

“Good morning. Sleep well?”

His voice was still rough with sleep, but there was a very noticeable hint of smugness underneath it.

Dammit. You cleared your throat quickly.

“Uh… yeah. I slept fine. How about you?”

“Hm.”

The sound alone was suspicious. You studied him more carefully.

“You look tired.”

His eyebrows lifted.

“Do I? Hm. I wonder why.”

You groaned. Immediately regretting it as the vibration made your throat hurt even more. Obnoxiously enough, he had been right. Again.

“How are your plans looking today?” he asked.

You had errands to run. At least, you had planned to. Now? You didn’t really want to leave the bed.

“Maybe…” You turned toward him and wrapped your arms around his waist. “Maybe we could just stay in bed today?”

His fingers slipped into your hair.

“Is that what you think will make you feel better?”

Ugh. He was never letting this go.

“I always feel better when I’m with you,” you answered sweetly, avoiding the question entirely. His hand moved slowly down your back.

“Is that right?”

“Mmhm.”

“I have an idea that might make you feel even better.”

His hand drifted lower. You stiffened. Your eyes lifted to meet his. He was watching you carefully. Like he could see straight through you.

“What’s that?” you asked quietly.

Your fingers tightened around his shirt. Jongho leaned down, his lips brushing the top of your head before moving closer to your ear.

“Medicine.”

You immediately buried your face in his chest. He sat back up looking entirely too pleased with himself. He knew he’d won.

“So annoying,” you mumbled.

His laugh rumbled through his chest.

A few minutes later, he returned with medicine and a glass of water. After making sure you took it, he asked what you wanted for breakfast. You weren’t very hungry, but you figured something light would probably help. You offered to help cook.

Jongho reached out, brushing his thumb over your temple before tracing the dry drool running from the corner of your mouth down your cheek.

“I don’t mind cooking,” he said. “But maybe you should take care of this first.”

Your face immediately burned. He laughed. Actually laughed at you.

Then walked into the kitchen while you hurried off to the bathroom.

By the time you came out, breakfast was ready. Tofu soup and rolled eggs. Simple. Comforting. Exactly what you needed.

After eating, the two of you ended up back in bed. Jongho tried very hard not to look smug. He mostly failed.

Still, he spent the day doing whatever you wanted. Watching movies. Cuddling. Letting you steal all the blankets.

At some point during the movie, he fell asleep. The quiet eventually pulled you under too.

You woke up hours later. Medicine. Lunch. More water. More medicine. Then the couch.

You curled up in his lap while he scrolled through his phone, his fingers absentmindedly running through your hair. Apparently that was enough to put you to sleep again.

When you woke up this time, it was dark. And you were back in bed. Confused, you sat up. You didn’t remember walking here. Which probably meant Jongho had carried you. You shuffled out to the living room and found him sitting at his computer.

“You have a nice nap, sleepyhead?”

“Did I seriously sleep that long?”

“You seriously did.”

You groaned and stretched. Every muscle in your body felt stiff.

You immediately walked over and dropped onto the couch beside him, resting your head against his shoulder. A small wave of guilt hit you. You’d spent most of the weekend sleeping. And the rest of it complaining.

Not exactly fun for him. As if sensing what you were thinking, Jongho reached over and squeezed your hand.

“I’m glad you’re sleeping.”

You looked up at him.

“You need the rest,” he said. “If it was up to your brain, you’d probably be dead by now.”

You gasped. “Wow. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Very funny.”

“I thought so.” he bickered with you.

You narrowed your eyes. He smiled. That same smug smile. The one he’d been wearing since yesterday.

“God, you’re annoying.”

His grin widened.

“That’s funny.”

“What is?”

“I seem to remember you saying ‘thank you’ when I called you unbelievable yesterday.”

You groaned and buried your face in his shoulder. Jongho’s laughter filled the room as he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer. Unfortunately, he was still right. And somehow that made him even more annoying.

Pt. 1 - Hyung Line

Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Established Relationship, slightly suggestive…

Word count: 6k

Pt2 https://www.tumblr.com/kittypusslov/818270050441117696/ateez-reader-when-youre-sick

Seonghwa 2k words

Hwa had a fashion show coming up. He’d been so excited about it, slightly nervous too. You were excited as well. Honestly, it didn’t matter what he wore or how he was styled — there was no other way to describe him other than beautiful. It truly just poured out of him.

You could go on and on about that. His kind and silly personality, the way he could be both masculine and feminine so effortlessly… he really was your everything.

It had been months — several long months — of him preparing for this show, and now you were down to the final few days before it. You weren’t sure if it was because you’d been stressed and busy for so long and were finally nearing the finish line, but you felt like you were running out of steam. Still, you shoved that feeling down and stomped on it immediately. There was absolutely no way you were getting sick before the show. You’d already planned on going into a short coma with Seonghwa for the next few days after everything was over.

And honestly, if you were feeling tired, you wouldn’t dare say anything in front of him. Though, he amazed you every single time with exactly how much stamina he had. But of course, things don’t always go how you want them to.

Three days before the show, Seonghwa came to wake you after you’d completely ignored your alarm. The second his fingers brushed your face to move your hair back, he almost jerked away from the heat. Then he noticed how curled up you were beneath the blankets, tiny shivers running through your body. You were sweating so badly that your hair clung to the back of your neck. Pale, yet somehow flushed at the same time.

“Oh no, baby…”

Hwa woke you gently, wiping a damp cloth over your face, making you flinch and whine softly.

“It’s too cold,” you mumbled, still half out of it from sleep and fever.

You kept fighting him — flinching away, trying to tuck yourself deeper beneath the blankets before Seonghwa finally pulled them completely off you. You whined again, complaining about how cold you were.

“But baby,” Seonghwa said softly, though there was still firmness in his voice, “I know you feel cold, but that’s because your body’s so hot. Everything feels cold right now. We need to get your fever down.”

Instead of answering, you only let out another miserable whine. Somewhere deep down, you knew you were being bratty, but in the moment you really didn’t care.

Seonghwa, more worried than frustrated, instructed you to keep the cool towels on your head and the back of your neck while he went to grab medicine. You gave a small huff in response, and he took it as understanding. A few minutes later, he came back with fever reducers, helping you sit up carefully so you could take them.

You spent the rest of the day drifting in and out of sleep. Every single time you woke up, Seonghwa was there.

Keeping your towels cool. Making sure you stayed on schedule with your medicine. Feeding you soup even when you complained you weren’t hungry. By the next morning, you were feeling almost completely better.

You woke up with Seonghwa lying beside you, shirtless, one bare arm wrapped around your waist. During the night your fever had spiked again, and after listening to you mumble over and over about how cold you were, Seonghwa had carefully removed most of your clothes, leaving you in only your panties.

He’d stripped down to his boxers too.

Using his own body heat and a thin sheet to keep you comfortable while still giving himself easier access to place cool compresses against your burning skin without layers getting in the way. Maybe it was because you still didn’t feel fully better yet, but everything suddenly felt overwhelming. Moody. Emotional. You felt guilty.

He had spent his entire day taking care of you when he already had so much of his own to worry about. The timing couldn’t have been worse, and you hated that you’d become another thing on his shoulders.

But at the same time… You also knew Seonghwa didn’t care about the timing at all. Taking care of you — making sure you were okay — would always come first for him.

And if the roles had been reversed, you would’ve done the exact same thing. Still, hot tears began burning in your eyes. You had always felt loved with him. Always felt cared for. But over the past day, it had somehow become so much more obvious. So overwhelming. Like you were being completely consumed by his love.

He woke the second he heard your sniffling.

“Baby, why are you crying? Your fever?” he asked quickly, immediately sitting up despite his voice still being thick with sleep. His hands reached for you instantly, gentle fingers caressing your face before the back of his hand rested against your forehead to check your temperature.

“Doesn’t feel like you have a fever anymore…” he mumbled softly. His thumbs brushed across your cheeks, wiping away your tears before he fully cupped your face in his hands.

“What’s wrong, baby? Why are you crying? Are you in pain?”

The way he looked at you — the way he spoke to you — was filled with so much love and care that it only made your chest ache more. You leaned further into his touch.

“I just love you so much,” you choked out. Seonghwa immediately softened. He pulled your body against his, skin to skin.

You clung to him while he rubbed slow circles against your back, letting you cry everything out without rushing you. Once you finally calmed down, you started thanking him for taking such good care of you. Of course, Seonghwa immediately brushed it off, insisting there was no reason to thank him. To him, taking care of you wasn’t something special — it was natural. The standard. The bare minimum.

You sighed dramatically.

“Yeah, yeah… but I still want to make it up to you,” you pouted. “I want to show you how much I love and appreciate you the same way you did for me.”

“Mm…” Seonghwa hummed thoughtfully. “Well, there is one thing…” He paused.

“No… maybe not that…”

“Seonghwa,” you whined immediately. “Come on, please?”

His eyes sparkled with mischief.

“How about…” he started slowly, clearly enjoying this already, “I tell you what I want after the show, hm?” Your eyebrows lifted slightly.

“And you’ll do it for me?” he continued sweetly. “Whatever I want?”

The tone of his voice was soft, innocent even, but you knew that look in his eyes. He had something planned. Something good.

“You better promise,” he added quietly. There was absolutely no way you were backing out now. You agreed immediately.

“Of course, Hwa. Whatever you want.”

Seonghwa smiled in satisfaction while you snuggled closer into his chest, already wondering what exactly he had planned for you over the next few days. At least you wouldn’t have to wait long to find out.

—

Seonghwa’s show went perfectly. Not a single problem. Not a single hiccup. And of course, everything he wore looked gorgeous. Though honestly, as far as you were concerned, it didn’t matter what he wore. Whether the outfit itself was good or not didn’t even register to you anymore because somehow everything looked beautiful as long as it was on him.

You truly did not care if people claimed you viewed Seonghwa through rose-colored glasses. It was true. Every time you looked at him — even thought about him — your eyes practically turned into hearts.

Only for him.

Throughout the night, Seonghwa introduced you to countless designers, partners, and sponsors who had helped make the show happen. You could see how proud he was, even if he tried to stay humble about it. By the end of the event, while everyone was beginning to pack up and leave, Seonghwa somehow emerged carrying bag after bag filled with designer clothes, accessories, and pieces from the show.

“Wow…” you breathed, immediately leaning forward to peek inside one of the bags as he loaded them into the backseat of the car.

“Ah-ah-ah, no peeking,” he warned playfully.

Before you could protest, he gently guided you into the passenger seat instead. You blinked at him in confusion. “What? Why can’t I look?” you questioned suspiciously.

“You’ll see when we get home,” he said simply, shutting the car door for you with an annoyingly satisfied smile. You let out a dramatic sigh, crossing your arms while he walked around to the driver’s side. Now you were really curious.

Once you got home, Seonghwa carried every single bag straight into the massive closet connected to your bedroom. You followed close behind, constantly trying to peek inside. Every single time, he blocked your view with an amused smile.

“Not yet, baby. Have some patience,” he scolded gently. Then he pointed toward the chair sitting in the corner of the room, positioned perfectly in front of the giant mirror behind it. “Go sit for a minute.” With an exaggerated huff, you obeyed.

A few moments later, Seonghwa finally emerged from the closet again, he had changed clothes. Now he wore a tight black tank top that hugged his frame perfectly and light gray joggers hanging dangerously low on his hips. Shamelessly, you stared. Honestly, you weren’t even trying to hide it.

Your eyes followed him as he walked toward you, hearts practically shining in them all over again. Once he reached you, his hand came up to caress your cheek before slowly sliding down your neck. His grip stayed firm but gentle as he tilted your head back so you’d look up at him.

“Are you ready to make good on your promise?” he asked softly, his thumb brushing against your pulse point.

God, he looked unfairly sexy.

Your head instinctively started to nod, but his hold tightened ever so slightly.

“Use your words,” he murmured.

“Yes, Hwa,” you answered immediately.

“Whatever you want.”

You couldn’t help leaning further into his touch. He chuckled quietly at that.

“Get up.”

His hand never left your neck as he guided you to your feet with ease. Then, much softer, he pressed a kiss to your forehead before taking your place in the chair.

“It’s your turn now, baby,” he told you with a smirk.

You blinked in confusion.

“Huh?”

That same mischievous look returned to his eyes, his smile stretching slowly into something breathtaking. “Your turn to model for me,” he said. “A private show. Just for me.” Instantly, heat rushed to your face. Oh my god. This was what he had planned?

When you still didn’t move toward the closet, Seonghwa leaned forward slightly, his hands settling on your hips before giving them a firm squeeze.

“You promised you’d do whatever I told you,” he reminded teasingly. “So you could make it up to me, right?” Then suddenly— Smack. A light swat landed against your butt before he gently nudged you toward the closet. “Be a good girl and keep your promises, baby.”

You shot him one last look over your shoulder before disappearing into the closet and shutting the door behind you. The second you looked through the bags, your eyes widened. Lingerie. Sexy outfits. Costumes. Some pieces were absolutely gorgeous. Others… you weren’t even entirely sure how they were supposed to go on.

You quickly started sorting through everything, laying outfits out in order from what seemed the most “modest” to whatever terrifying creations Seonghwa had apparently handpicked with full confidence. Still, you had to admit— A lot of the pieces were beautiful.

And it was obvious Seonghwa had personally chosen every single one with you in mind. Your entire body felt warm as you finally picked the first outfit. You decided to start with the safest option possible. After slipping it on, you pulled your hair free from its ponytail, letting it fall around your shoulders. You didn’t even bother checking yourself in the mirror first. Instead, you took a deep breath and forced on your most confident, sexy smile before finally opening the closet doors.

Seonghwa’s eyes landed on you instantly. And from the look on his face alone…You could already tell this was going to be a very long night.

Hongjoon 1.2k words

Sure, you had been feeling a little under the weather lately, but you also blamed the actual weather. The seasons were changing, spring was blooming, pollen was everywhere, and not to mention the constant rain showers and thunderstorms. Sure, your throat hurt, your nose was slightly stuffy, and your body definitely didn’t feel like it was aching all over.

Oh, and least of all, you definitely did not have a splitting headache for the past day or so. You always got extra irritable whenever you weren’t feeling well, so over the past few days you’d tried keeping your distance while forcing yourself to stay positive.

Of course, Hongjoong noticed. He didn’t know exactly what was going on, but he could tell you were acting strange and avoiding him more than usual. He decided to give you your time and space until you were ready to talk to him yourself.

At least, that’s what he thought he was doing. Even while trying to be patient, he couldn’t help worrying. Without even realizing it, he started checking in on you more and more often. And honestly? You were starting to miss him too.

So eventually, you decided to stop by the studio where you knew he’d be. Walking into the company building, you followed the now familiar path straight toward Hongjoong’s recording room.

As you got closer, doubt suddenly crept in. Maybe you should’ve texted first. You didn’t know if anyone else would be there, and the last thing you wanted was to interrupt if they were deep into work. Luckily, your worries eased when you peeked through the door and saw Hongjoong alone.

He was hunched over his equipment and soundboard, the glow of his computer lighting up the dim room. Hardworking as ever.

Not wanting to startle him, you knocked softly before stepping inside. The second he turned and saw you, his eyes lit up instantly.

“I’ve missed you, baby,” Hongjoong said as he quickly met you halfway across the room, immediately pulling you into his arms. His hands rubbed warmly over your waist while he held you tightly against him.

“I missed you too, Joonie,” you murmured back, leaning up to press a kiss against his cheek. The moment your hot lips touched his cool skin, he pulled away.

His hands immediately moved to your face, and despite yourself, you leaned into them automatically.

His brows furrowed deeply with worry. “YN… do you have a fever?” he asked sharply.

His voice almost sounded angry, but underneath it was pure concern.

Your eyes widened. At first you thought maybe his skin had just been cold, but the look on his face quickly told you otherwise.

“What? No, of course not,” you answered way too quickly.

And immediately regretted it. Hongjoong was not stupid. “Why didn’t you say anything if you weren’t feeling good?” he demanded.

Before you could answer, he guided you over to the sofa and sat you down carefully before disappearing for a moment. He came back with cold water and damp paper towels, immediately placing one against your forehead while helping you lean back so it would stay in place.

“Honestly, Joon, it’s nothing,” you tried arguing weakly. “It’s probably just allergies, you know? The weather’s been really shitty lately.” Even to you, the excuse sounded pathetic.

Hongjoong gave you a look. Then, more gently, he adjusted the towel against your forehead. “Cut the bullshit, YN,” he said quietly. “You knew you were sick. That’s why you’ve been distant these past few days.”

There was hurt hidden beneath his frustration. Did you really think he couldn’t take care of you? The sight of you sitting there pale and flushed made his chest ache, and despite being upset, he couldn’t bring himself to stay angry with you for long.

“Baby,” his voice softened immediately, “please let me take you to the doctor.”

“Joonie…” you started weakly.

“No, don’t start whining now,” he cut in gently but firmly. “You don’t feel good. You didn’t say anything to me or anyone. Baby, you have a fever. You need medicine.”

Now guilt started settling heavily in your chest. You hadn’t meant to make him worry. Honestly, you hadn’t realized it was this bad either. You didn’t even know you had a fever.

“Okay… I’m sorry,” you admitted quietly. “I should’ve said something. How about we go after you finish your work, okay?”

You tried offering the compromise carefully. Hongjoong just stared at you like you’d completely lost your mind.

“We are not waiting until the doctor’s office closes,” he said immediately. “We’re going now.”

As he stood, he held his hand out toward you expectantly so he could help you up. But instead of taking it, you crossed your arms stubbornly and just stared back at him. Hongjoong stared you down for a long moment.

“YN,” he warned slowly, “either you get up and walk out with me nicely or—”

You gasped dramatically.

How dare he try giving me ultimatums, you huffed. “Or what?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he simply leaned down and picked you up before you could even process what was happening. One arm hooked beneath your knees while the other steadied your back as he carried you straight out of the studio.

Absolutely stunned, you stared at him. “Ho—Hongjoong! What do you think you’re doing?! Put me down!”

“You should’ve picked the easy way,” he replied calmly, not even glancing down at your shocked expression while he continued walking through the building toward the parking garage.

Despite the fever, your face burned hot with embarrassment as people openly stared. “Please put me down, Joonie,” you pleaded, burying your face against his shoulder to hide yourself.

“You should’ve listened the first time,” he muttered sternly.

His pace never slowed. Within minutes he reached the car, carefully placing you in the passenger seat before buckling you in himself. After climbing into the driver’s seat and starting the car, he looked over at you seriously.

“Do you want the family doctor, urgent care, or the emergency room?”

You could only stare at him in disbelief for a moment before realizing he was genuinely waiting for an answer. “Urgent care,” you whispered softly.

Some of the tension in his expression finally eased. Reaching over, he grabbed your hand and pressed a quick kiss against the back of it before driving toward the nearest clinic.

Thankfully, it turned out to just be a virus. The doctor prescribed antibiotics, instructed you to monitor your fever carefully over the next few days, and ordered strict bed rest.

Hongjoong took those instructions very seriously. Over the next several days, he barely left your side, constantly making sure you took your medicine on time, stayed hydrated, and actually rested instead of trying to move around too much. Soup was practically forced into your hands at every opportunity.

And once you were finally healthy again and had finished all your medication, Hongjoong sat you down for one very serious lecture about hiding illnesses from him.

Because as frustrated as he’d been, At the end of the day, he just wanted you healthy and okay.

Yunho 1.5k words

Shit. Shit. Shit. How could you forget?

Yunho had planned a nice dinner date for the two of you over a week ago, and somehow it had completely slipped your mind. Maybe because you’d been fighting a headache all day.

Luckily, you remembered about an hour before he was supposed to get home. You quickly rushed to get ready, ignoring the pounding in your head and the uncomfortable twisting in your stomach. After showering, you styled your hair before settling in front of your vanity to start your makeup, still wrapped in only your robe.

That’s when Yunho came home. He walked up behind you and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“You look beautiful,” he told you softly while meeting your eyes through the mirror. You rolled your eyes with a small huff.

“I haven’t even started my makeup yet.”

Still, your eyes lingered on him in the reflection.

His hair stuck up in different directions like he’d been running his hands through it during practice, and both his t-shirt and sweatpants were wrinkled from what had obviously been a long day. His eyes practically sparkled as he watched you looking at him.

“Makeup or no makeup, you’re always beautiful.”

You hummed quietly in response.

“Looks like practice was rough today…” your voice trailed off.

What you wanted to say was:

Maybe we should stay home tonight and rest instead. Especially when another wave of nausea rolled through your stomach.

“Yeah,” Yunho laughed tiredly, “the choreography is pretty intense this comeback. But I pushed through knowing I’d get to spend tonight having dinner with my beautiful girl.”

He smiled brightly at you, and despite feeling miserable, you couldn’t help trying to smile back. He squeezed your shoulders gently before mumbling something about taking a shower and getting ready himself, disappearing into the bathroom.

Shit…

The second you heard the shower running, you quickly took some anti-nausea medicine before making your way toward your shared closet. Now the only problem was deciding what to wear. While digging through clothes, you didn’t hear Yunho leave the bathroom or walk into the closet behind you.

“Can’t decide?”

You jumped hard at the sudden voice. Turning around, you found Yunho standing there wearing nothing but a towel low around his hips.

“Don’t sneak up on me like that,” you scolded, clutching your chest dramatically. He immediately laughed.

“Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

He stepped closer and started shuffling through your clothes before eventually pulling out a long black satin skirt — one he had very openly admired several times before. Then he added a white button-up shirt and a black pearl-adorned vest before handing them over proudly. Afterward, he picked out his own outfit to match yours.

“Oh, wait, I forgot something.”

Before you could ask what he meant, he reached into a drawer and pulled out a matching blue sheer floral lingerie set.

One of his favorites.

“Seriously?” you asked, though you still took it from him anyway.

Normally you would’ve changed right in front of him without caring, but your stomach felt bloated and uncomfortable enough that you ended up taking the clothes into the bathroom instead.

Yunho noticed immediately. You heard him mutter under his breath that maybe it was a good thing, because if he’d seen you in the lingerie set he picked out, the two of you probably never would’ve left the house.

While walking to your table at the restaurant, Yunho could barely take his eyes off you. The satin skirt hugged your hips and thighs perfectly, and every time you walked, he could see the faint outline of the lingerie underneath. The fact that you’d actually worn the set he picked out nearly drove him insane.

Meanwhile, you were focused on not throwing up. Yunho pulled your chair out for you, his fingers brushing softly against the back of your neck as he helped slide your chair in. You wished you could lean into his touch longer, hoping maybe it would somehow soothe your pounding headache. The two of you chatted about your days and upcoming schedules while waiting for the food to arrive.

Yunho ordered steak. You chose what was basically a fancy version of samgyetang — warm ginseng chicken soup. Honestly, the weather felt perfect for it, and you hoped it would settle your stomach too. When the food arrived, it actually tasted really good. You carefully sipped the broth and slowly ate the chicken, trying not to overwhelm your already angry stomach. Everything was going fine. Until Yunho offered you a bite of his steak.

Normally, you would’ve loved it. It was thick, perfectly medium-cooked, juicy enough that it practically dripped when he held it toward you. But the second the meat hit your tongue, your stomach twisted violently. The flavor suddenly felt overwhelming. You forced yourself to chew and swallow before immediately standing.

“Excuse me—”

You practically sprinted toward the bathroom while trying to remain somewhat graceful. Once inside, you gripped the counter tightly, taking deep breaths as nausea burned up your throat. You somehow managed not to throw up, but by the time the wave passed, you looked awful. Your hair was messy, makeup slightly smudged, and nervous sweat clung uncomfortably to your skin. You were so busy trying to fix yourself that you completely forgot to answer the first knock on the door.

“Honey? You okay in there?” Yunho called gently from outside.Then came a second, louder knock that made you jump.

“YN, are you okay?”

Shit.

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine,” you called back quickly.

Unfortunately, your voice sounded terrible too. You hurried to unlock the door before peeking outside to find Yunho leaning against the wall waiting for you, your purse in his hand after you’d forgotten it at the table.

The second you got home, Yunho immediately started apologizing. He thought the restaurant food had made you sick.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, guilt written all over his face. “I just wanted to take you out and have a nice night together.”

Seeing him blame himself made you feel even worse.

“Yunho, I’m sorry too,” you admitted. “It wasn’t the food. Honestly… I already wasn’t feeling good before we left.”

You watched his expression immediately shift from guilt to heartbreak.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked softly. “We should’ve stayed home. Baby, what hurts?”

His hands were on you instantly. One holding your face while checking your temperature, the other rubbing gently down your arms before settling against your waist and lower back.

You leaned into him automatically, finally letting yourself relax and accept the comfort. Without another word, Yunho guided you toward the bedroom and sat you carefully on the bed.

He slowly removed every pin from your hair before gently wiping your makeup off. Then he helped you undress. Carefully unbuttoning your vest. Then your shirt.

His fingers brushed softly across your skin while he worked, light enough to leave goosebumps trailing behind. Once your top was gone, his hands settled on your hips while he slowly slid your skirt down your legs.

Now standing in only your bra and panties, his hands moved back upward to cradle your face again. He leaned down and gave you one soft kiss before walking over to grab a pair of his pajamas. More specifically, one of his oversized shirts that looked almost dress-length on you.

You slipped your bra off before pulling the shirt over your head, and Yunho’s eyes stayed fixed on you the entire time.

Then came your panties.

Instead of tossing them toward the laundry pile, you flung them directly at him instead. He caught them instantly. Eagerly.

“I’ll wait for you on the couch,” you told him innocently. “I was thinking we could cuddle and watch a movie.”

You smiled sleepily.

“We can watch your favorite Spider-Man movie. I think that’ll make me feel better.”Yunho’s jaw tightened immediately.He gave you one stiff nod while watching you walk away in nothing but his shirt.

Yunho took his time “changing.”

And when he finally walked out to the living room, he was wearing the matching pajama bottoms to the shirt currently hanging off your body. His face and bare chest were slightly flushed as he sat down beside you on the couch before pulling you halfway into his lap. The second you relaxed against him and the movie started playing, you already felt better.

Yeosang 1.4k words

You’d been feeling under the weather for the past few days. Nothing too serious. Just a slight headache, a little cough, and exhaustion that seemed to stick to your body no matter how much you rested.

Of course, Yeosang noticed. The first time he asked if you were okay, you brushed him off immediately.

“Of course I’m fine.”

A few more days passed, and instead of getting better, you somehow felt worse. But rather than repeatedly asking you about it, Yeosang decided to take matters into his own hands.

Which is how a giant package suddenly ended up delivered to your front door. It had Yeosang’s name on it, so you carried it inside and set it on the kitchen counter before snapping a picture and sending it to him.

Sangie, you got a package delivered.

A few moments later, your phone buzzed.

Open it.

You blinked.

Huh? Is it important? Do you want me to bring it to you?

You were already halfway to putting your shoes on to drive it to the company when his next message appeared.

No. It’s for you.

You paused.

Huh?? What did you buy me?

Taking your shoes back off, you carried the box over to the couch instead and set it beside you. Rather than opening it immediately, you waited for another reply. Instead of texting back, Yeosang called you.

“Did you open it yet?” he asked immediately.

“No, not yet. I was waiting for you,” you admitted.

“You don’t need to wait for me. Just open it,” he said casually. “I’ll be home in about two hours. Love you.”

In the background you could hear voices and movement. He sounded busy.

“Okay… I’ll make dinner when you get home. Love you too.”

After hanging up, it was just you and the mystery box.

You stared at it suspiciously for a moment before carefully picking it up and giving it a gentle shake. It was heavier than expected.

There were clearly multiple things inside, all protected with thick foam padding. “Makeup? Accessories? Shoes? No can’t be shoes… ” you mumbled to yourself.

Another shake.

“What the hell is even in here?”

Your phone dinged again.

Don’t wait for me. Just open the box.

You gasped dramatically before immediately typing back:

Sangie… did you put cameras in the house?? How did you know?!

A second later:

Unless you’re in the bedroom, no.

Then another text immediately after:

Just open it. I’ll be home soon.

Your face instantly heated.

You decided not to respond to that.

So what if your mind immediately went somewhere inappropriate?

Actually…

Maybe that was what was inside.

New toys?

Now you were excited. You tore the box open immediately, tossing layers of bubble wrap onto the floor beside the couch. Your excitement lasted about three seconds before slowly turning into confusion.

Multivitamins

Collagen

Red ginseng sticks

Omega-3 capsules

Vitamin jelly candies

Herbal tonics

Immune shots

Recovery drinks

Pain patches ect..

The more things you pulled out, the more stunned you became.

“Did he buy an entire pharmacy?” you muttered in disbelief.

Still…Some of the items actually looked really nice. As you continued sorting through everything, you slowly started realizing he had chosen each item carefully.

This one would help your headaches.

This one would settle your stomach.

The patches would probably help your sore back.

The recovery drinks were for fatigue.

One by one, it finally clicked.

Oh…

Your chest tightened painfully. You knew Yeosang loved you. But somehow seeing physical proof of how much thought he’d put into taking care of you felt overwhelming. Carefully, you lined everything up across the coffee table, organizing the supplements by symptoms.

Honestly, it still looked like Yeosang had emptied out an entire health store. Then you started making a list of which vitamins and supplements could safely be taken together to help with your cold.

The whole time your eyes burned. Good thing there was probably something in the box for that too.

Your tears never fully spilled over, but your chest felt painfully heavy with affection. Not sure there was medicine for that, though.

You were still sorting through everything when Yeosang finally got home. He carried several grocery bags inside before setting them on the kitchen counter and making his way over to you.

“Welcome home, Sangie,” you greeted softly, your voice thick with emotion.

Yeosang immediately frowned.

“What’s wrong? Do you not like them? Why do you sound sad?”

He gently patted your hair before looking over the organized rows of vitamins and supplements spread across the table. Then he casually picked up one of the jelly sticks.

“Try this one,” he said while handing it to you. “It tastes good.”

You laughed quietly despite yourself.

“Thank you.”

He smiled softly back at you.

“You haven’t eaten yet, right? Wooyoung made you some food.”

You blinked.

“What? Why would Wooyoung make me food? I can cook.”

“Ah… well,” Yeosang explained while unpacking bags, “he was there when I ordered everything. I was going to buy pre-made soups too, but he said he’d handle it himself.”

Completely confused again, you walked over to the kitchen.

Inside the bags were several containers of homemade food.

One even had a note attached.

-/-/-/-/-

Hello YN!

I heard you’re not feeling well, so I made homemade food because that’s obviously best for recovery.

Also please never let Sangie in the kitchen unsupervised unless you want to be sick for entirely different reasons ;)

Hope you recover quickly!

~ Your favorite ✧˚₊‧❝᷀ົཽ≀ˍ̮❝᷀ົཽ⁺‧₊˚✧

-/-/-/-

You immediately burst into laughter.

Yeosang looked over at you from the kitchen.

“Is it really that funny?”

You quickly shook your head.

“No, no—I just remembered the first time we cooked together.”

That only made you laugh harder. Yeosang simply smiled fondly before going back to unpacking everything. Eventually, you heated up some of Wooyoung’s porridge for both of you. While eating together at the table, the two of you quietly talked about your days.

After dinner, Yeosang picked out a few more “health jellies” for you to take before washing the dishes himself.

Meanwhile, you got ready for bed. By the time you finished your nightly routine and changed into pajamas, Yeosang was already lying in bed waiting for you. The second you climbed in beside him, he pulled you into his arms automatically, cocooning you against his body.

“Oh!”

Yeosang looked down at you sleepily.

“How did you know I hadn’t opened the box yet earlier when you texted me?” you asked curiously.

“Because I knew you hadn’t figured out what was inside yet,” he answered simply, already sounding half asleep.

You tightened your grip around his arm slightly.

“Yeah… I guess that’s true.”

A quiet smile crossed your face.

“Do you know what I thought was inside the box at first?”

“Hm? What?” he mumbled sleepily.

You lowered your voice dramatically.

“New toys to use with the camera.”

There was a long pause.

“…Oh.”

Another pause.

“…Okay.”

Clearly half asleep, Yeosang just pulled you closer instead.

You smiled against his chest before eventually drifting off too.

The next afternoon, when you got home, another large package was waiting outside the front door. You stared at it suspiciously before immediately calling Yeosang this time.

He answered right away.

“Hello? Did you just get home?” he asked.

“Hi, Sangie. Yeah… and there’s another package here.”

“You can open it.”

You narrowed your eyes immediately.

“Yeosang, this better not be more vitamins or supplements. Seriously, how many pharmacies are you planning to buy out?”

You heard him laugh quietly. Then someone in the background — sounding suspiciously like Hongjoong — called his name.

“I’ve gotta go,” Yeosang said quickly. “Just open it. I’ll be home in a few hours. Love you.”

“Okay, love you too. See you later, Sangie.”

After ending the call, you carried the package over to the couch just like the day before.

You shook it experimentally. Definitely fewer things inside this time. But they were much bulkier.

“Please don’t be more health freak stuff…” you mumbled while opening the box.

Then your entire face went red.

Oh. Oh my god. So he had been awake enough to hear you after all.

You quickly carried the box into the bedroom before carefully setting everything up. Afterward, you snapped a quick picture and sent it to Yeosang.

Can’t wait for you to come home 🥰 I’ll be waiting.

You paused. Then quickly added-

…Or not.

Immediately after sending it, you tossed your phone dramatically across the bed. Now let’s see how quickly Yeosang gets home.

And if someone else could write something similar I would love to see how you think they would do 😅

Also first post plz go easy on me

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Park Seonghwa

Seonghwa was waiting for your second and third sneeze just so he could dramatically say “bless you” again, but before he even got the chance, your hand ripped from his and you bolted down the hallway toward the bathrooms.

“Baby?” he called, startled, immediately following after you.

The door to the family restroom slammed shut behind you.

Inside, your heart dropped.

The warm gush you’d felt wasn’t your imagination. Blood stained your skirt, your thighs, even your hands from trying to stop the panic spiraling through you. Your period wasn’t supposed to come for another two weeks. You had nothing with you. No pads, no tampons, no spare clothes—nothing.

Outside the door, Seonghwa knocked softly at first.

“Hey… you okay in there?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, mortified.

You tried cleaning yourself up with damp paper towels, but it only made the mess smear more. The stain on your skirt was obvious now, and every second made you want to cry harder.

Another knock.

“Baby?” His voice lowered with concern. “You’re scaring me a little.”

You still didn’t answer.

A few more minutes passed before his knocking became more urgent.

“Please talk to me. Are you hurt?”

Your lip trembled. Finally, you unlocked the door just enough to peek out.

“I—I started my period,” you whispered, already tearing up. “It’s everywhere…”

The worry on Seonghwa’s face instantly melted into pure softness.

“Oh, sweetheart…”

Before you could apologize again, he gently pushed inside the bathroom and locked the door behind him. Thankfully it was a private family restroom.

His eyes scanned you quickly—

“Aww, my poor baby.” His hands cupped your face carefully. “Hey, hey, it’s okay.”

You shook your head in embarrassment. “It’s not okay, I made such a mess—”

“So what?” he interrupted gently, brushing his thumb under your eye. “Periods happen. You don’t need to be embarrassed with me.”

He kissed the tip of your nose, making you let out the tiniest shaky laugh.

“There’s my girl.”

After making sure you were okay physically, he pinched your cheek lightly. “Stay here for me, okay? I’ll be right back.”

You blinked at him. “Wait, where are you—”

But he was already gone.

Not even ten minutes later, there was another knock on the door.

“Open up, baby.”

When you cracked it open, Seonghwa stood there holding a small shopping bag triumphantly.

Inside were your favorite pads, wet wipes, pain medicine, a bottled drink… and somehow, a pair of your own leggings and panties you’d been missing for weeks.

You stared at him. “Those are mine.”

He grinned unapologetically. “I borrowed them for emergency boyfriend purposes.”

You couldn’t help laughing through your tears.

He handed you the bag carefully. “Get changed. I’ll wait right outside, and then I’m taking you home, making you tea, and putting on whatever comfort movie you want.”

“…Even if it’s the same one we watched three times already?”

“Especially then.” He smiled warmly. “Now go take care of yourself, pretty girl.”

—————

Kim Hongjoong

Hongjoong was mid-sentence when you suddenly ripped your hand from his and took off down the hallway.

“Wait—baby?”

He blinked in confusion, trying to process what had just happened. One second you were walking beside him holding his hand, the next you looked horrified and practically sprinted away.

It took him a few seconds to react.

“Y/n?!”

By the time he hurried after you, you’d already disappeared around the corner. He looked around frantically, trying to figure out which direction you’d gone before finally pulling out his phone and calling you.

Inside the bathroom, your own phone buzzing in your bag only made you want to cry harder.

You were trying desperately to clean yourself up with rough paper towels and water, but it barely helped. Your skirt was stained badly, and you could still feel blood trickling down your thighs.

Your phone buzzed again.

And again.

“God…” you muttered miserably, knowing Hongjoong was probably panicking by now.

Finally, after cleaning yourself up as best you could, you answered.

Hongjoong didn’t even wait for a greeting.

“Where are you?! What’s wrong? Are you okay??”

The words tumbled out so fast and full of worry that guilt instantly hit you.

“I’m sorry, Joonie…” Your voice came out small and embarrassed. “I—I started my cycle… I’m in the bathroom.”

There was a brief pause.

“Oh thank God,” he breathed. “I thought something happened to you.”

You leaned against the sink, eyes watering again. “It kinda did…”

“Aww, baby…”

You could practically picture the pout on his face through the phone.

“Okay, don’t worry,” he said immediately, voice switching into problem-solving mode. “I’ll take care of it.”

You frowned. “What?”

But before you could question him further, he cut in quickly.

“Stay right there. Don’t move, okay? I’ll be back soon.”

Then he hung up.

About fifteen minutes later, there was a knock at the bathroom door.

“Baby? It’s me.”

You slowly cracked the door open, only for Hongjoong to immediately stick two grocery bags through the gap without even trying to peek inside.

You took the bags and stared down in disbelief.

Pads. Tampons. A menstrual cup. Wet wipes. Painkillers. Snacks. A heating patch. New underwear. Sweatpants. Even a hoodie.

It genuinely looked like he’d walked into the store and panic-bought the entire feminine hygiene aisle.

You could vividly imagine him speed-walking through the store muttering, “What if she needs this too?” while throwing random products into the cart.

Your chest tightened painfully in the sweetest way.

“Joonie…”

From outside the door, you heard him answer softly, “Did I get the right stuff?”

“You got… literally everything.”

“Good.” You could hear the smile in his voice now. “Take your time cleaning up. I’ll stay right here.”

A few seconds later—

“And baby?”

“Yeah?”

“No more running away from me when you’re hurting, okay?” His voice gentled. “I’d rather help than have you panic alone.”

———————

Jeong Yunho

The date had been perfect up until now.

You and Yunho had been walking through the park hand in hand, teasing each other while sharing snacks and pointing out dogs you wanted to pet. You’d mentioned your stomach hurting a little earlier, but neither of you thought much of it.

Then you sneezed.

And immediately felt the awful warm gush spread between your legs.

Your soul practically left your body.

Yunho opened his mouth, ready to make some joke about pollen season—

—but before he could even speak, you yanked your hand away and bolted.

“Baby??”

Even with his delayed reaction, Yunho’s long legs caught up to you quickly before you even reached the bathroom stalls.

“Baby, why did you run??” he asked, completely panicked.

“Yunho, out of the way please!!” you whisper-yelled frantically, trying to get around him. “I think I just started my period or peed myself!”

His entire brain visibly short-circuited.

“Oh.”

You shoved past him into the stall and locked the door behind you, groaning in embarrassment as you checked the damage.

Of course it wasn’t pee.

Of course your period had decided to show up two weeks early in the middle of a park date.

Outside the stall, Yunho blinked several times before stepping closer and knocking carefully.

“Ummm… baby?” he asked hesitantly. “What can I do? Do you need my jacket?”

You sighed in defeat. “Yes please, baby. Thank you… just give me a few minutes to figure something out.”

A second later his hoodie was handed over the top of the stall.

Meanwhile Yunho stood outside guarding the bathroom area like it was a military assignment.

Then his eyes landed on two women nearby pushing strollers with toddlers.

His face lit up like he’d just solved world hunger.

Without hesitation, he jogged over.

“Excuse me!” he called politely.

The women looked up curiously as the tall, visibly stressed young man approached them.

“Do either of you happen to have a diaper?”

“…A diaper?” one repeated slowly.

Yunho nodded rapidly. “My girlfriend had an emergency and I thought maybe—well—I don’t know—I panicked—”

The more he explained, the more the women started laughing.

“Oh honey,” one of them said between giggles. “You mean she started her period?”

Yunho looked relieved someone understood him.

“Yes! Exactly!”

The women exchanged amused looks before one dug through her purse and handed him two tampons.

“There you go, sweetheart. And maybe don’t ask strangers for diapers next time,” she teased gently. “Your girlfriend might get embarrassed… or dump you.”

Yunho gasped dramatically. “No, please don’t say that.”

The women laughed harder.

“But you’ve got good intentions,” the other reassured him.

Yunho bowed repeatedly. “Thank you! Thank you so much!”

Then he sprinted back toward the bathroom like a man on a mission.

A knock sounded on your stall door again.

“Baby?”

You cracked the door slightly, and Yunho immediately handed back his hoodie along with two tampons held proudly in his palm like trophies.

You stared at them in confusion.

“…Where did you get those?”

There was a pause.

“…Two moms.”

You blinked.

“What?”

Through the crack in the door, Yunho sheepishly explained the entire diaper incident.

Your jaw dropped.

“You—you asked them for diapers??”

“I thought it might help?!”

At that point you almost burst out laughing despite your embarrassment.

You pressed your forehead against the stall door. “Oh my God…”

“Was it wrong??”

“…Never mind, baby,” you laughed weakly. “Thank you.”

As you shut the stall door again, you could hear Yunho sigh dramatically outside.

“Okay good,” he muttered to himself. “I thought I ruined my chances of being husband material.”

———————————

Kang Yeosang

You and Yeosang had been having a surprisingly fun grocery shopping date.

The cart was already half full with snacks you definitely didn’t need, ingredients for dinner, and random things Yeosang kept insisting looked “interesting enough to try once.”

You’d mentioned some stomach pain earlier, but you figured it was nothing serious.

Then you sneezed.

And immediately felt the unmistakable warm gush between your legs.

Your eyes widened in horror.

Without a single word, you abandoned the cart and speed-walked—quickly turning into a full sprint—toward the bathrooms on the other side of the store.

“???”

Yeosang blinked in confusion before quickly following after you, leaving the completely full cart sitting in the middle of an aisle.

He assumed it must’ve been a serious bathroom emergency and waited patiently outside the restroom door.

One minute passed.

Then another.

Then another.

Finally he knocked gently.

“Y/n? Is everything okay?”

Inside the stall, you wanted to disappear forever.

“It’s my period…” you admitted quietly. “It came early.”

There was a pause.

Then simply—

“Oh.”

You waited for awkwardness. Panic. Anything.

Instead Yeosang just nodded to himself calmly outside the door.

“Okay.”

You took a shaky breath. At least you were already in a store.

“Can you maybe buy me pads?” you asked weakly.

“Okay.”

And with that, he turned and walked away immediately.

At first, Yeosang felt confident.

How hard could buying pads possibly be?

Then he reached the aisle.

His confidence vanished instantly.

There were dozens of boxes.

Different sizes. Different colors. Wings? No wings? Overnight? Ultra thin? Super plus?? Why did some look like they belonged in a tech store?

Yeosang stood frozen in front of the shelf for several long minutes, staring with the intensity of someone trying to decode ancient scripture.

Eventually, an older woman noticed him visibly struggling and approached with an amused smile.

“Honey, do you need help?”

Yeosang immediately nodded.

“Yes. Very much.”

The woman chuckled softly. “Girlfriend emergency?”

“Yes,” he answered seriously. “Very emergency.”

That only made her laugh harder.

After Yeosang awkwardly explained the situation in detail, the woman kindly grabbed a variety pack box from the shelf and handed it to him.

“This one should help. Now hurry up and bring these to your poor girlfriend.”

Then she pointed at him accusingly.

“And apologize for taking so long. Tell her the checkout line was long.”

Yeosang blinked.

“But I was standing there confused for a long time.”

The woman laughed loudly. “Don’t tell her that part!”

Still, Yeosang thanked her politely and hurried off.

Back at the bathroom, there was finally a knock.

“Y/n?”

You opened the door slightly, and Yeosang handed you the bag.

“Sorry it took so long,” he said honestly. “There were too many options and I got overwhelmed.”

You stared at him for a second before laughing despite your embarrassment.

“You’re cute.”

“I also got help from a grandmother,” he admitted immediately.

“…Yeosang.”

“She said not to tell you that.”

You laughed harder from inside the stall while he smiled proudly at himself for succeeding in the mission.

Once you cleaned up, Yeosang wrapped an arm around your shoulders and carefully walked you out of the store, carrying the small bag like he’d just completed an important quest.

It wasn’t until the two of you got home that silence suddenly filled the room.

You slowly looked at him.

“…The groceries.”

Yeosang froze.

The two of you had completely abandoned an entire cart full of groceries in the middle of the store.

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Choi San

You and San had spent the entire afternoon wandering through little shops, laughing together, completely wrapped up in your date.

You’d noticed some stomach cramps here and there, but you brushed them off. Nothing unusual.

At least, you thought so.

Then you sneezed.

And in an instant, that warm, awful feeling hit you. Your entire body went rigid.

“Oh no.”

San barely had time to react before you pulled your hand out of his and practically speed-walked away.

“Baby??”

The panic in your face immediately set him on edge.

“I— I need the bathroom,” you blurted, already moving faster.

“Wait—what happened?” he called, following right behind you.

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. You were too mortified, weaving through people until you spotted a family restroom and rushed inside, slamming the door shut.

“Y/n!” San knocked immediately. “Hey—open the door. Are you okay? Did you get sick?”

Inside, you leaned against the sink, eyes stinging.

Of course. Of course it was your period.

Two weeks early.

And of course you had nothing with you.

“Baby!” he called again, more worried now. “Talk to me.”

“I’m fine!” you called back quickly, though your voice wavered.

“That did not sound fine!”

You let out a frustrated, shaky breath.

After a moment of him pacing outside, you finally cracked the door open just enough to look at him.

The second San saw your face—watery eyes, embarrassed expression—his whole posture softened.

“What happened?” he asked gently.

You looked away. “I started my period…”

There was a beat of silence.

Then he visibly relaxed. “Oh. Thank God.”

You blinked. “What do you mean ‘thank God’?”

“I thought something was really wrong,” he admitted, exhaling. His eyes then dropped briefly, taking in the situation, and his expression shifted instantly into something softer. “Oh… baby.”

Your cheeks burned. “It’s embarrassing.”

“No.” His voice turned firm, but gentle. “Don’t say that.”

Before you could protest, he pushed the door open wider and stepped inside with you like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“It’s just your period,” he said quietly, gently cupping your face. “You don’t have to be embarrassed with me.”

That was all it took for your eyes to well up again.

San’s expression immediately softened in alarm. “Hey—hey, don’t cry. Please don’t cry.”

“I’m not trying to,” you whispered, overwhelmed.

He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, then your nose, then both cheeks—slow, grounding, reassuring. Then he crouched down slightly, hands gentle as he checked on you, like he was making sure you were okay more than anything else.

“It’s a bit of a mess…” you admitted quietly.

“Then we handle it,” he said simply, like there was nothing complicated about it at all.

He met your eyes again. “Look at me.”

You did, still teary and embarrassed.

San stood, grabbed some paper towels, and wet them at the sink. Without hesitation, he started helping you clean up gently, carefully, working slowly and patiently while you tried half-heartedly to stop him.

“San, I can—”

“I know,” he interrupted softly. “But I’ve got you.”

He didn’t rush. He didn’t make it awkward. When he was satisfied, he helped you sit down and stepped back slightly.

“Stay here for a minute,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”

“San—where are you going?”

“Car,” he answered simply. “I keep a bag there.”

You blinked. “A bag?”

He gave a small shrug through the door before heading out. “Emergency stuff. Pads, pain meds, spare clothes… your hair ties, too.”

And just like that, he was gone A few minutes later, he came back knocking gently.

“It’s me.”

You let him in again.

“I keep it in the car,” he explained, holding up the bag. “Just in case. I’ve got everything you might need.”

Your chest tightened at how casually prepared he was.

He helped you clean up properly, gave you fresh clothes, and made sure you were comfortable before handing you a soft hoodie.

“Better?” he asked.

“…Yeah,” you admitted quietly.

“Good,” he said with a small smile.

Then, softer, he added, “Come on. Let’s get you home.”

He kept a steady hand on your back as you walked out, slow and careful, never rushing you. All the way to the car, his thumb gently rubbed calming circles into your skin.

And when you got home, he didn’t stop there.

He ran you a bath, got you something warm to drink, and stayed with you just taking care of you

——————————-

Mingi

The realization hit you so fast your face went pale. Without thinking, you let go of Mingi’s hand and rushed toward the nearest bathroom, panic setting in with every step.

“Hey—baby?!” Mingi called, immediately following you, concern sharpening his voice. “What happened?”

You couldn’t even answer. You were too mortified, too overwhelmed, already pushing into the restroom area and shutting yourself in.

Inside, reality sank in.

Two weeks early.

Nothing with you.

Not even a backup.

“Oh God…” you whispered, leaning against the counter as your mind raced.

Outside, you heard him.

“Y/n? Talk to me. Are you hurt?”

You swallowed hard, voice barely steady. “I’m… I’m okay.”

But it didn’t sound convincing—not even to you.

There was a pause, then you heard him shift closer.

“Open the door a little,” Mingi said gently. “Just let me see you.”

When you finally cracked it open, his expression softened immediately—but there was still worry in his eyes. Until he understood.

Then his face changed completely.

“Oh…” he breathed. “Baby…”

The embarrassment hit you all over again. “It’s really bad. I don’t have anything with me.”

For a second, he just looked at you—processing, thinking fast. Then he nodded once, decisive.

“Okay. Don’t worry,” he said firmly. “I’ve got you.”

Before you could even respond, he shrugged off his jacket and carefully tied it around your waist, shielding you gently without hesitation.

“Hey,” he added softly, meeting your eyes. “I’m gonna take care of you. Alright?”

You nodded weakly, still overwhelmed.

Then, without warning, he scooped you up bridal style like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Mi—Mingi!” you gasped.

“Just relax,” he said, already walking. “I’ve got you.”

He carried you straight to the car, careful and steady the whole way, like you weighed nothing at all but still mattered completely.

Once inside, he immediately turned the heated seat on and started the engine.

“We’re going to the store first,” he said calmly. “Okay? We’ll grab whatever you need.”

You nodded, still trying to process everything.

At the convenience store, he was quick and focused—pads, pain relief, snacks, drinks—moving like he already knew exactly what would help.

Then he drove you both home.

The moment you got inside, everything shifted into comfort mode.

“I’ll set everything up,” he said, already moving with purpose. “Go take care of what you need. I’ll be right here.”

When you came out, the living room was transformed—soft lighting, blankets everywhere, a heating pad already warmed and waiting on the couch. Your favorite movie was on, low and comforting in the background.

Mingi patted the spot beside him.

“Come here,” he said gently.

Mingi stayed beside you on the couch, the movie playing quietly in the background, but his focus was completely on you.

You were curled up under a blanket, the heating pad resting against your stomach, slowly easing the cramps. When he noticed you still looked tense, he gently pulled your legs into his lap.

“Relax,” he said softly.

His hands were big—large enough to wrap easily around your calves. When he started massaging your ankles, his fingers circled slowly, applying steady, even pressure. Not too hard, not too light—just enough to feel grounding.

“Let me know if it hurts,” he murmured.

“It’s okay,” you whispered.

So he kept going.

His thumbs worked up your calves in slow, careful motions. When he found tight spots, he paused and pressed a little deeper, then eased off again, repeating the motion until the tension softened.

You could feel how strong he was, even though he was gentle with every movement. His grip stayed steady and controlled, like he was making sure you felt safe the entire time.

“You’ve been on your feet a lot today,” he said quietly, more to himself.

His hands moved higher, smoothing over your legs in slow strokes, easing out the remaining tightness around your knees. Every so often, his thumb would trace small calming circles, almost absentminded but comforting.

“You okay?” he asked again, glancing up at you.

You nodded.

“Good,” he said simply.

He kept massaging slowly, patiently, like he wasn’t in any rush at all—just focused on making sure you felt better.

—————————

Wooyoung

You and your boyfriend WooYoung had been out together all afternoon—just a casual date, walking around, grabbing snacks, enjoying the day.

Panic hit instantly. Without a word, you let go of his hand and rushed toward the nearest bathroom, your heart racing. It was two weeks early—and you had nothing with you.

“Baby?!” Wooyoung called, startled, immediately following you. “Hey—what’s wrong?”

You didn’t answer, too mortified, already slipping into the restroom and shutting the door.

Outside, he started knocking lightly.

“Hey, honey… are you okay in there?”

Then, softer, more concerned: “Talk to me.”

Inside, you leaned against the sink, trying to breathe.

Of course it was your period. Of course it was unexpected.

You finally spoke, voice small. “Woo… I started early.”

There was a pause.

“…Oh,” he said, then immediately softened. “Okay. Okay, baby, I’ve got you.”

The door cracked open slightly, and he gently stepped inside before you could even protest.

“Aww,” he murmured, seeing your face. “Come here.”

Before you could respond, he pulled you into a soft hug, one hand immediately moving to your hair, smoothing it down in slow, calming strokes.

“You’re okay,” he said quietly. “Are you cramping?

“Yeah… a little.”

He nodded like he already expected that. His hand moved down your back gently, then rested carefully over your lower stomach, rubbing slow circles.

“I should’ve noticed earlier,” he said, half to himself. “You were crampy, hungrier… a little extra bratty too.”

You let out a small wine, he can’t be the one to talk about someone else being a brat…

He smiled. “Hey, it’s okay. I know you.”

From his jacket pocket, he already pulled out a couple of pads—like he had been prepared for this exact possibility—and set them aside for you, then quickly slipped his jacket off and handed it to you.

“Wear this baby” he said softly. Helping you put his long coat on.

Once you were done, he was immediately there again, guiding you out with a warm hand on your back.

“You good?” he asked gently.

You nodded.

“Okay. We’re going home.”

The ride back was quiet, comfortable. He kept one hand on your thigh, squeezing gently now and then, grounding you without saying much.

At home, he didn’t hesitate—he ran you a bath, got your favorite comfort food ready, and made the couch into a nest of blankets and warmth.

And when you finally came out, he pulled you straight into his arms.

“Stay here,” he said softly. “I’ve got you for the rest of the night.”

And he did—movies, cuddles, soft teasing comments, and all the care in the world, like it was the easiest thing for him to do.

—————————-

Jungho

Without saying a word, you let go of Jongho’s hand and quickly walked away, heading straight for the nearest restroom.

“Hey—wait,” Jongho called, immediately alert. His voice wasn’t loud, but it had that sharp concern in it as he followed you. “What’s wrong?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. You were already pushing into the bathroom area, mortified, heart racing.

Inside, you leaned against the sink, breathing fast. Two weeks early. Nothing with you. Of course.

Outside, you heard a knock—firm but careful.

“Are you hurt?” Jongho asked.

You hesitated. Then, quietly: “I’m okay… I just… started my period.”

There was a pause.

Then his voice softened immediately. “Oh.”

A beat.

“Okay. Don’t panic. I’m here.”

The door opened just slightly, and Jongho stepped in only far enough to see you—not rushing, not crowding you.

His expression softened when he saw your face.

“It’s okay,” he said simply. “You don’t need to be embarrassed.”

Your eyes dropped. “It’s annoying… I didn’t expect it.”

He nodded once, like that was all he needed to hear.

“I know,” he said. Then, more practically, “Do you have anything with you?”

You shook your head.

“Alright,” he said, already thinking. Calm. Focused. “Stay here a second.”

Before you could argue, he stepped out—but didn’t go far. You could hear him on his phone, short and efficient, like he was handling a mission. Then a few minutes later, he was back.

He held out his jacket first.

“Wrap this around your waist,” he said. “We’re going to get what you need.”

No teasing. No awkwardness. Just steady certainty.

He stayed close as you moved, walking slightly behind you like a shield so you didn’t feel exposed. Every so often, he’d check in quietly.

“You okay?”

You’d nod.

“Good.”

At the store, he didn’t hesitate—pads, pain relief, snacks, drinks. He grabbed everything quickly, like he wanted to get you out of there as fast and comfortably as possible.

On the way home, the car was warm and quiet. Jongho kept one hand resting lightly near yours, not overly touchy, just present.

When you got home, his whole demeanor shifted into quiet care.

“I’ll set things up,” he said. “Go change.”

When you came out, the living room was already prepared—blankets neatly spread out, your favorite show ready, a warm drink waiting on the table.

Jongho looked up at you and nodded slightly.

“Come here,” he said.

You sat beside him, still a little embarrassed, and he adjusted the blanket around you without making it a big deal.

“You don’t have to deal with it alone,” he said quietly.

Then, after a pause, a faint hint of softness in his voice:

“Next time, just tell me you’re cramping earlier. I’ll make it easier.”