#wonho au

In all honesty, you were about to as well. You could feel the walls of your cunt tightening the more his cock brushed against them. This was such a spur of the moment thing, he hadn’t put on a condom, and you weren’t on birth control yet and to be honest, it felt a lot better without one. The past few times you’d had sex, Wonho had pulled out seconds before spilling his seed. Though, you didn’t want that this time. You wanted to feel him fill you up.

“Cum inside me baby, please. Fill me up with your seed,” You whined and Wonho groaned, thrusts becoming sloppier by the second.  

“Gonna fill you up so good with my babies. Get you nice and pregnant. You’re going to swell up with my baby in you,” He grunted and after one final thrust, you were both moaning out each other’s name and riding through your highs together.

He pulled out after a few seconds and you winced at the slight overstimulation. You felt his cum pouring out of you and it made your thighs press together, though, Wonho had other plans as he pushed them apart before plunging two of his fingers inside of you, catching you off guard, “Gonna get every last drop in there, fill you up nice and good,” He teased, sucking the sweet spot between your shoulder blade and base of your neck. You wiggled at the overstimulation, but you didn’t ask him to stop until you were coming undone again, this time, unexpectedly around his fingers.

It didn’t take long for Wonho to sit up, licking his fingers clean as he smirked down at you. He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours briefly and you tasted the salty mix of yours and his seed, “That was hot,” He said and you smiled tiredly, “Let me clean you up,” He kissed your forehead and left, coming back a few minutes later with a warm rag and wiped you clean.

You snuggled closely next to him as your eyes fluttered closed, still in the aftermath of your bliss.

***

A few weeks later you noticed that Wonho was busier than ever. He was preparing a new album and had been in and out of the studio at all hours of the day. Sometimes he would spend all night there. You missed him of course, but you knew this was his passion and his calling, you had no reason to be angry at him. One morning though, you woke up to an empty bed and your stomach just didn’t feel right. You quickly sat up and sprinted to the bathroom just in time to start puking the takeout you had eaten last night into the porcelain bowl. After a few minutes, you leaned against the tub and took in a deep breath. You assumed it was the food you had eaten last night and thought nothing more of it. You called in sick to work just to give your body a rest for the day.

When Wonho returned home in the early afternoon, he was surprised to find you home and not at work, “Everything okay?” He hummed tiredly as he crawled next to you as he laid his head on your chest and lazily threw an arm around your stomach.  

You unconsciously played with his hair and nodded, “I’m fine, I think It was just some bad takeout last night.”

He frowned at your words before his eyes already closed, “I’ll sleep for a little and go get you some medicine, love.”

You chuckled and he quickly fell asleep. True to his word, when he woke up he had run down to the store to buy you some medicine before heading back to work. You took it and ate some soup and settled in for the night with a movie in bed.

***

Roughly, another two weeks went by and you were no better. You would spend the better part of your morning dry heaving over the toilet and puking up whatever your stomach had left. You started to have weird cravings for foods and drinks and from time to time, you would feel light-headed and more exhausted than normal. 

Wonho had insisted on taking you to the doctor, but you had told him that you would call a cab and not to worry, “I want to be there for you if you aren’t feeling well love,” He looked at you worriedly, “Because what if it’s something bad?”  

You shook your head at him with a small smile, kissing his cheek, “It’s just a bug, baby, trust me. Go work and don’t worry. I’ll call you if it’s anything serious,” As much as he didn’t want to let you go alone, he relented and listened to you. He had a lot to do right now and really couldn’t afford even taking just a few hours off.

At the hospital, you were checked out with a few scans and blood tests, “When was your last period dear?” The nurse asked you and you went to answer before freezing. You were supposed to have gotten your period three weeks ago, “Ma’am?” The nurse asked again, looking over to your shocked expression. You could only stare at her and she hummed, trying to give you a comforting smile, “Don’t worry. I’ll just draw some blood to make sure, okay?” You nodded and a few minutes later there were two vials of blood with your name stamped on it being sent off.

The whole time you were a mess of anxiety. You and Wonho had talked about having children. It wasn’t something he was opposed to, but he wasn’t ready for that yet. It was just a kink that was kept in the bedroom. He was still working on his solo career and didn’t have enough time to help care for a baby at the moment. You were in agreeance as sometimes your job also had odd hours due to you starting off in the fashion industry. Neither of you could properly care for a baby at this point in your lives.

“We have the results dear,” The nurse said, sending you an uneasy smile and you wanted to vomit again right then and there, “You’re pregnant. Almost a month along now,” She said slowly, “The exhaustion, dizziness, morning sickness, are all symptoms of your pregnancy. Your iron levels are extremely low as well as your blood sugar. So, we’ll have to monitor that and start you on some supplements,” Anything and everything she was saying was going in one ear and out the other.

How were you going to tell Wonho? What would he say? He probably wouldn’t even want to stay with you. He wasn’t ready for a baby and you weren’t either but now it was here and you were going to have one in just eight months. After sending you on your way and giving you some supplements, you mindlessly stared out the window as you sat in the cab on the way home.

When Wonho returned late that night, you were already asleep and he frowned. You hadn’t called him after your follow up appointment, so, he assumed that it was just a bug and he was panicking for no reason. He loved you; he couldn’t help but worry. Not wanting to wake you, he lightly kissed your cheek and fell asleep beside you.

The next morning, you woke up and before you could be happy at the fact Wonho was actually home for once in the morning, you jumped out of bed and sprinted to the bathroom. Emptying the contents of your stomach, you felt Wonho come pull your hair back and rub your back, kneeling behind you, “I think this is more than a bug love,” He murmured after you seemed to be done.

You weakly smiled at him, leaning back into his chest, “Just a bug,” You sighed out.  

He didn’t believe you this time, he knew you were lying. He wasn’t stupid. He might not be home as much as he usually is, but he knew the signs. Feeling sick for most of the morning, sometimes the late afternoon. Your weird craving for pickles and peanut butter. The exhaustion and dizziness. He also remembered you hadn’t asked him to go out and buy you tampons this month and he knew you were running low. He didn’t track your period, but he had a general idea of when it should be.  

“I think I just need to sleep some more,” You mumbled, already half asleep in his lap.

As much as he wanted to question you, he would ask you when you woke up, but right now, you needed rest and he was willing to wait. He picked you up and tucked you back into bed, deciding he was staying home today to keep an eye on you. If it was what he thought it was, you two needed to talk. Your phone started ringing loudly on the bedside table and he quickly reached over, silencing it.

He wasn’t going to answer, but when the hospital name flashed across the screen he had too. What if it was worse than what he assumed? What if you had some terminal illness? He stepped out of the room and answered, “Hello?”

“Hi! This is Minah from Seoul General. I was calling to speak with Y/N about setting up her two-month check-up appointment?” Wonho choked on air for a second. So, you were pregnant. He was a little angry you hadn’t told him about it. How long did you think you could hide it from him? Why did you feel you had too? He quickly set up the appointment for you and made note to remind you about it later on.

Walking back into the room, you were stirring in your sleep as you awoke and rubbed your eyes as you stared at Wonho, “Is everything okay?” You frowned. He looked a little tense and honestly, a little mad. 

 “The hospital called,” He stated and you gulped, feeling your stomach churn.  

“O-oh,” You stuttered, averting your gaze to the neutral-colored blanket.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, sitting at the other end of the bed. You felt guilt rise up in your chest and your eyes start to water a little, “This could have been serious, Y/N!” His voice was a little louder now, “She said to make sure you’re taking the supplements because your levels are low! I haven’t seen you take anything yet!”

You looked up at him with glassy eyes and sniffled, “I-I have been taking them. I promise. Just when you a-aren’t around,” Wonho sighed in frustration, tossing your phone on the bed. You bit down harshly on the inside of your cheek. This was it. He was going to leave you now. He couldn’t have a baby.

“Gosh, I wish you would’ve told me sooner so I could have talked to the label about the next steps,” You looked up at him, a little surprised. Next steps means he didn’t want to leave you, right? There’s no way Wonho would ask his label how to break up with his pregnant girlfriend.  

“N-next steps?” You questioned, confused.

He nodded, grabbing your hand, “When to tell the fans, the time off I’m going to need. Then there’s telling our friends and our families. Oh!  My mom’s going to want to throw you a huge baby shower! And do you really think I’m letting you go to the doctors appointments on your own? I need to be a little selfish here. That’s my son or daughter too!”

You couldn’t form words. You were almost positive that he wasn’t going to take the news well; that he was going to leave you. That you were going to be a single mom and struggling to make ends meet, “Earth to Y/N,” He waved his hand in front of your eyes.  

You blinked at him, “Y-you’re not going to leave me?”

He looked taken aback by your words and a little hurt, “Why would I do that?” A tear fell from your eyes and he was quick to wipe it away, pulling you into his lap and wrapping his arms around you. 

“I thought you wouldn’t want to be with me anymore! You said you weren’t ready for a baby. I’m not ready!” You cried.

He kissed the crown of your head, eyes filled with nothing but love and adoration for you, “We aren’t prepared, yes,” He started, pushing your chin up to meet his gaze, “It’s not the ideal time, but things happen, baby. I can’t wait to be a father and you’re going to make an amazing mother. I’d never leave you for that. Never. You’re stuck with me now for basically ever.”

You laughed at that and he smiled, pecking your lips, “We’ll figure it out, together,” You nodded, leaning back into his chest and lacing your fingers together, “Now,” he said, picking you up and carrying you to the living room, “We can start preparing!” You looked at him, confused. He wanted to start already? You hadn’t even eaten yet, “Baby names!”

You smiled as he pulled up Naver on his laptop and started typing in the search bar.  You sat next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder as he talked animatedly.

Why you ever doubted him in the first place was a mystery to you. You’d never make that mistake again.

Wonho’s hand rested against the small of your back as you made your way into the restaurant. He had picked a placed that was a little more upscale than you had expected, but Gina seemed to enjoy it. She stared wide-eyed as she took it all in. A bright smile on her face.

“Thank you for this,” you smile a him as he leans into you.

“Anything for you and your lovely sister.”

You laugh a little at his current schmoozing. The hostesses began to lead you back to the reserved table and his hand fell to wrap around yours. He gently pressed his lips to your knuckles as you were guided into your seat. You blush hot as Gina practically swoons at his actions. He gives you a cheeky grin before taking his own seat.

Once you had ordered you fall into an easy conversation as Gina shares what she had been up to for the past year or so to Wonho. You were already aware from the phone calls, emails, and texts she sent during that time.

He smiled and listened to every word. You admired him as he did, noting the bright twinkle in his eyes. He was happy here with you and that made you happy. He catches you admiring him and winks before reaching for your hand under the table. A gentle squeeze and you instantly tangle your fingers with his.

“I’m glad my sister has found you,” Gina confesses quickly after catching the look you were sharing with Wonho. You blush and look away and he chuckles agreeing quickly before the server returns with a bottle of wine and the first course.

….

You leaned into Wonho’s side as you walked out of the restaurant. Full and content with the evening.

“Are you going to stay the night?” He whispers in your ear. His lips brushing the shell of your ear sending shivers down your spine. You nod, biting your lip.

“Can we drop Gina off and let me change?”

“We can drop her off, but I would like to remove the dress tonight.”

You blush and nod once. You could allow that.  

“Gina?!” A familiar voice calls and you both look to see Ian calling for your sister. His gaze finds you when Gina immediately moves back into your side. His gaze floats to Wonho and turns colder at the sight of another man touching you.

“Gina,” you say softly grasping her hand and pulling her into your other side. You didn’t know what Ian would do, but you didn’t like the look in his eyes at the moment.

“I’ll get the car,” Wonho says, his voice a little more tense now. He steps up to the valet as you do your best to ignore the hard stare of disdain from Ian while he helps his new girlfriend out of the car.

You keep your eyes glued to Wonho’s back and stay where he left you. He glances over his shoulder at you and the look in his eyes gives you a little peace of mind. You were fine and you were happy, no need to be worried or ashamed.

“Hello Gina.” Ian says cooly as he approaches. His gaze hardening when he turns to you before he loops his arm around his girlfriend. “Darling, I would like you to meet my ex-fiancée and her little sister, Gina.”

Your cheeks heat when she stares at you openly sizing you up.

“Cars here,” Wonho breaks into the conversation returning to you. His touch soothing you as he pulls you closer to him and guides Gina to go first.

“Let me guess you are her new beau.” Ian asks, a sharp edge to his voice again.

“Yes, excuse me,” Wonho replies trying to get around him after he puts Gina in the car. He opens your door and you start to slip in.

“I knew I would be hard to replace, but to pick someone like him,” Ian scoffs before smirking. “You’ve really hit rock bottom haven’t you?”

“Wonho,” you warn after you see his jaw tense. “It’s not worth it. I’ve had a nice night, let’s not ruin it.”

He nods helping you into the car before shutting the door. He jogs around to his side and gets in before pulling away.

“He’s just jealous, you know,” Gina says quickly, but you don’t reply instead staring at the landscape. Wonho’s hand finds yours, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Ignore him. She’s right, he’s jealous.”

“I know,” you return lacing your fingers with his. “Already forgotten.”

He grins and you smile back before turning back to the window.

Truth be told, he liked that he got a rise out of you most days. Hoseok had been in the paramedic industry for four years now and out of all his co-workers he had been paired up with, you were definitely the most compatible. You made the long hours worth it, with the endless banter and the equally deep and thoughtful moments too. Working in such a high-stress, life or death environment was never easy to navigate but you had become a well-oiled machine together. Some of his greatest accomplishments had been at your side.

“Ready to go?” you questioned and Hoseok nodded, climbing into the driver’s seat of the vehicle and moving out of the parking lot. Every day was different on the job. Sometimes he spent more time in the office than behind the wheel, not being on the active dispatch team. Today, however, you were on the road, waiting to be called towards jobs that needed their assistance.

You wound down the window and placed your arm on the doorframe. “It’s too nice of a day to be cooped up in here.”

“You say that every day it’s sunny.”

“The sun will be gone soon and replaced with a busy Friday night, I bet you.”

“How much?”

“You’re willing to give me your money so freely?” you teased and Hoseok shrugged. “Twenty bucks that we only deal with drunk people.”

“Alright, the same if we have at least one sober patient.”

It wasn’t the most ideal thing to be waging on what type of work you would have for the night, but it kept it interesting.

And it made you delighted knowing he had to pay up at the end of the shift. “Oooh, we’ve been around so many intoxicated people tonight I think we’re starting to smell like a brewery!”

“You’re not funny,” Hoseok replied as he pulled out his wallet and handed you the money. You grinned and waved it around, doing a little dance alongside it. “What’s fair is fair.”

“You really do like giving your money away,” you stated, giving him a wink before going into the female changing rooms.

Hoseok waited for you to return out of uniform and jangled his keys. “Want a lift home?”

“You just like driving me around, don’t you?”

“I’m used to it, it’s not often you’re behind the wheel because-”

“Finish that sentence, I dare you,” you implored and Hoseok shrugged playfully, leaping away from your frustrated swipe in his direction. Chasing him out to his car, you just missed your chance to catch him when he slipped inside the driver’s side. Sighing and stalking around the vehicle, you slumped into your seat.

“Buckle up for safety!” he reminded as he turned the car on and you shot him an exasperated look. “Hey, everyone of any height needs to keep safe in a moving vehicle.”

“One day I’m going to get you so good and you’re going to regret every quip you’ve said to me.”

You managed to have him whining two days later before your shift, winning an arm wrestle against him twice. “It’s impossible!”

“Why, because your muscles are huge and mine aren’t? It’s called having a good strategy, you should look it up.”

Ducking his head as the other teammates in the break room laughed at his second defeat, Hoseok dived on the dispatch radio that went off on the table. “Let’s go, Y/N. I’ll show you just how good I am at my job instead.”

After attending a three-car pile up, thankfully all with minor injuries and only transferring one patient to the hospital for follow-up treatment, Hoseok glanced at you instead of pulling out of the ambulance bay.

You gave him a quizzical look. “What?”

“You did really well on that elderly woman’s treatment.”

“What are you talking about?” you muttered, picking up the tablet from its stand to log in more details of the event and close the report. “I just did my job, like you.”

“It seemed as if you got that leg injury stabilised before I was finished dressing the second car’s passenger though.”

“Did I?” You stopped tapping on the device’s keyboard and thought for a moment. “I guess I was efficient.”

“You’re a good partner to have in an emergency, Y/N.”

“What’s with all the praises, still upset about me winning earlier and trying to win me over now?”

“No,” he replied genuinely, and then frowned, trying to search for a reason for his compliment. When he started speaking, he hadn’t felt he needed one. But now, as he continued to look for an answer, he felt hot under his collar. Why were you affecting him today?

You looked at him and then smiled gently. “Thank you. I’ve learned from the best.”

“Me?”

“Chief Jung,” you corrected with a laugh and Hoseok groaned, leaping on another dispatched call and answering that they would take it.

The unease Hoseok was feeling towards you was fleeting and within a week it was back to the same constant bickering and comfortable nature you shared. The rapport you had together only strengthened after being faced with a fatal incident as well. It was never easy to be carrying someone in the back on a gurney headed for the mortuary, and the sombre silence in the cab only amplified this after driving back to the base. Hoseok gripped at the steering wheel at a set of lights, knowing somewhere tonight, a family would be grieving over the person they couldn’t get to fast enough to save.

“It’s the worst feeling,” you murmured as he began to drive off. Hoseok glanced at you briefly, your eyes stuck on the road ahead. “Even if it’s part of the job and not my first time, I don’t like it.”

“I don’t think we’re meant to like it.”

“I know it’s selfish, but I never want to be on the other side of the situation. I’ve had to treat friends before and I know it’s my job to remain calm and collected in a stressful environment like that was. However, say it was you; I don’t think I would be able to.”

Hoseok reached over to pat your hand lightly. “Hey, don’t go thinking like that.”

“It could happen.”

“It could,” he agreed softly, images procuring in his mind with coming up on a scene and finding you within it. He shuddered and blinked it away rapidly. “But I know you’ll do your best for me. And likewise, I’d give my all to save you.”

“Ah, we’re so emotional,” you stated shakily, clapping your hands together. “Does everyone crack like this after losing someone?”

“I don’t know, but you’re not alone in this tonight.”

You grew silent again until you climbed out of the cab and grabbed your things. Turning to look at Hoseok, you smiled sadly. “Want to go get a drink?”

“I was going to suggest the same thing.”

Once showered, changed and now seated in a bar with a drink in hand, you seemed a bit more alert. Hoseok smiled as he pushed the bowl of hot chips he had purchased towards you. You eyed the move cautiously. “What?”

“You need more colour in your cheeks.”

“I’m not feeling faint,” you replied sternly, though took a chip and blew on it lightly before chewing it.

“I know, but eating is a vital step in recovery for us.”

“I’d rather drink.”

“It won’t go away with the alcohol,” he reminded and you nodded distractedly. He could tell you were definitely more subdued than usual tonight. Looking around the bar, he pointed across the room. “Want to play a round of pool?”

“You only suggested that since I suck at it.”

“There’s always room for improvement,” he offered and you picked up the bowl of chips and your drink, standing up and gesturing to a free pool table.

It wasn’t until your second game where you had loosened up enough, laughing loudly at sinking the wrong ball than the one you were originally aiming for.

“At least you got one in!”

“I’m so ridiculously useless at this game!” you replied with another laugh, picking up your drink and taking a gulp.

Hoseok sunk the final three balls and you clapped at his triumph. He picked up his jacket and nudged you playfully. “Let’s call it a night, huh?”

“Good idea before you get drunk and start singing out of tune like you did last time,” you quipped and Hoseok reached out for you as you scooted out of his way. Accidentally, he knocked the man at the neighbouring table in the process.

And then, you turned around and let out a string of explicit words. Hoseok was conflicted. On one hand, his heart was thumping erratically at your instant defence for him, but with the way they acted towards him, he wasn’t exactly able to put in his best bid to protect you with the shock still keeping him to his spot.

“Sorry mate, I didn’t-”

A sickening punch came right for him in response and Hoseok was disorientated. He wasn’t expecting it at all and wobbled as he regained his balance. You came into his view immediately, examining his cheek.

He was in a daze, wondering if it was all a dream as he watched you twist the man’s arm who had just punched him now behind his back and made him drop to his knees. Details seemed to remain hazy even when you were helping him into the back of a cab and giving over your address. It wasn’t until you made him sit down on the edge of your couch inside your home and placed a bag of ice over his cheek that he seemed to snap out of his reverie.

“Did you just do all that?” he wondered out loud and you grinned at him.

“What, save your ass from doing something stupid?”

“I think you were a little too reckless compared, don’t you?”

“There was no need to punch you, and he had to apologise for it.”

Hoseok mirrored your grin as you rearranged the bag you were holding against his cheek. And then it faded, sliding forward to kiss your lips.

It had to be the alcohol, he concluded as he passionately continued to kiss you. There would be no other explanation for the hunger that you were showering him in otherwise. You had never expressed a desire for him like this. Although he had confused moments, you were impartial to dating and even frowned upon it in the workplace. So the events of the night and the alcohol consumed could be the only explanation for this.

Not that he needed one right now. He was all too immersed in running his hands along your curves, gasping when you hastily undid the buttons of his shirt. He enjoyed your instant appreciation of his exposed torso, the licking of your bottom lip urging him forward to capture them again, to continue making you his.

And then the fever cast over you caused you to press into his injury, a sudden hiss leaving him and ruining the mood. He panicked. “No, I’m fine!”

“More than fine,” you breathed, tenderly running your hand over his chest. “But you’re injured, let’s stop here.”

“Really?” he asked with disappointment as you puckered up your swollen lips and nodded sadly. You patted him on the chest before getting up, although Hoseok reached for your hand to halt your departure. “Where are you going?”

“To get you some blankets to sleep with, unless you want to uh… share my bed?”

He nodded then, following you down the hallway to your room.

The alcohol couldn’t hide either of your awkwardness now that the heated moment was left back in the living room. You looked at the space and then cringed. “We can’t, you know.”

“I know. Let’s just sleep,” he assured and you nodded, climbing into the bed first before Hoseok followed you in. Tense for a moment, you then rolled towards him, Hoseok slipping his arm after your neck.

Exhaustion washed over you both, pulling you into your dreams before you could question it any further.

When he woke in the morning, you were already up and making breakfast. Hoseok leaned against the doorframe and watched you move around the small kitchen, smiling to himself. He realised he could get used to this type of relationship with you. Those flustered moments and the unease he had felt thus far made more sense now that he had kissed you.

He was certain you could become better partners to each other on and off the clock.

His growing romantic notions were clipped short by your response over breakfast, however.

You smiled at him politely as you spread jam on your toast. “Your face looks a mess.”

“You did a good job of making me feel better.”

“It was a slip-up, it won’t happen again. Alcohol does strange things to people,” you replied and Hoseok’s expression faltered. You continued to eat your breakfast as if the heated embrace you had experienced wasn’t that special. Were you really that unaffected by it? Hoseok was sure you had felt what he had too.

Maybe you were only acting on impulse from the alcohol after all.

So he swallowed back the remnants of his feelings and chuckled. “Right, we had too much to drink.”

“Don’t go getting punched in any more bars,” you added on with a smirk.

And that was that. He had been lucid when it all happened, and he knew you weren’t even tipsy. Yet you both chalked it up as a drunken experience, working together as if you hadn’t had your hands all over his torso as his tongue wasn’t battling with yours all those weeks ago.

He had to admit, he was rather relieved when his planned time off rolled around. For two weeks, he wouldn’t have to endure through the unexpected moments where he’d catch himself thinking back to that night. Little things, such as you tying your hair back, were enough to give him a seconds’ flash of memory from that night.

Yet, you were unaffected, impartial even.

Or so he thought.

It was ironic how life worked in mysterious ways and if this was how he was going to get your attention, he wasn’t so sure he’d be willing to go through with it more than once. The impact of the other car hitting his was deafening, the screech of the wheels across the asphalt causing Hoseok to clamp his eyes shut momentarily.

He had attended far too many accidents but this was his first being involved in one.

When the noise all came to a halt, he opened his eyes again, assessing himself for injury. He had a few cuts on his arm from the glass shards on impact but nothing was substantially painful. Opening the door to his side of the car that thankfully hadn’t been the one to receive the impact, he went over to the driver in the other car, checking them for injuries as he called for emergency services.

Hoseok didn’t even notice it was you called onto the scene at first, too busy applying pressure to the thigh injury sustained on the other driver. However, he knew it was you who called his name out desperately, ignoring the other paramedic who was calling for you to calm down.

You dropped to your knees beside him, shaking visibly as you reached out for his face, looking him over as tears fell from your eyes. Hoseok smiled softly. “I’m okay, Y/N. We need to help Mr Laing here. He’s got three deep lacerations to his thigh and a suspected concussion.”

You merely stared back at him, still holding onto his face. “I told you not to do this to me.”

“Y/N,” he called, shaking you firmly. “Snap out of it, you need to help this man first.”

“I’ll do it,” Curtis announced and pushed you aside, stepping in to stabilise the patient. You seemed to snap out of your initial shock and assisted Curtis with getting the patient into the back of the ambulance. And then you came back to where Hoseok was now standing and took his arm with a tremble. “Come on, you’re getting checked out too.”

“I’m fine,” he told you but you ignored the response, guiding him into the extra seat in the ambulance. You seemed to have regained enough control over yourself to administer the correct care to the patient on the short trip to the hospital, and once you had handed him over to the awaiting medical team at the Emergency Department, you turned back to Hoseok, your knees starting to give way.

Lurching forward, he grabbed you before you fell. “Y/N, are you okay?”

“No, I’m in shock,” you told him simply, staring up at him intently. “How dare you get hurt and be there when I arrive on the scene.”

“I didn’t quite expect the guy to hit me in the intersection when he did.”

You shook your head and thumped him on the chest. “What are you doing getting involved in accidents anyway?!”

Hoseok shot Curtis a helpless expression, who gestured for you to stay with him as he closed the back door to the ambulance. Sighing, Hoseok walked slowly inside to the bed a nurse called him to and sat you down beside him. You didn’t let go of his injured arm, staring at the cuts over his forearm forlornly.

“Y/N,” he murmured and you hummed in response, tearing up. “Why are you being like this?”

“Am I meant to be fine about you getting injured?!”

“No, it’s just…” He paused to take in a breath. “I’m okay, it’s just a bit of soreness settling in from the impact and some cuts. I’m not dying yet you’re acting like I’m critical right now.”

“You mean too much to me to end up here like this,” you confessed shakily, blinking as a tear slid down your cheek. “You’re meant to help those who get hurt, not be the one hurt.”

“I know. You really are in shock, huh?”

“I like you too much for you to be hurt,” you continued and Hoseok nodded and then stopped, widening his gaze upon your face.

“Wait, like me too much?”

“Of course, I do!”

“As your partner?”

“As a man,” you corrected, wincing a little when you brushed your fingers too close to one of his wounds. “I know you didn’t think much of that night but I did.”

“Woah, hang on a minute!” Blinking rapidly, Hoseok then grabbed your chin with his uninjured arm to pull your focus up to his eyes. “You were the one who brushed it off for being intoxicated.”

“I didn’t want to put you in a bind by my feelings,” you mumbled and Hoseok laughed. You gaped at him. “Why are you laughing?!”

“Because we’re idiots! I’ve liked you a whole lot too, I just thought it was one-sided.”

“Definitely not.”

“So it really scared you to find me there, then.”

“If you ever get injured without me being there again,” you started, heaving in a deep breath as you shook your head with contempt. “Actually, you better not ever get hurt in front of me again.”

“You’re really protective, you know? You saved me in the bar and now you’re asserting yourself again for my safety. It’s really adorable.”

“I would hardly call this situation adorable, Hoseok.”

He grinned despite your lamenting statement, leaning over to peck your lips. You froze and Hoseok kissed you again before pulling you in closer to his side. He sucked in a breath when it hurt a little to do and you snapped out of it enough to look at him with worry.

“Are you okay?”

“Of course I am, I have paramedic Y/N at my side to help me.”

“What am I going to do with you?”

“I might need extra treatment after we’re done here getting this sorted out,” he admitted and you tilted your head to the side in confusion. Hoseok smirked. “With how much you like me, I might end up becoming lovesick.”

“God, you’re hopeless,” you told him despite a smile tugging at your lips. Nestling into his side, you buried your head into his neck and pressed your lips into him.

“Maybe you’ll need treatment too. But that’s okay, we’re medically trained professionals. I’ll save you and you can save me, deal?”

Looking up at him with another smile, you let out a breathy laugh. “Deal.”

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