[FIC] Migraine
Title: Migraine
Pairing: DooSeob; KiSeung / JunWoon if you squint :3
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: A little one shot inspired by an actual migraine I had hours before I wrote this. ^_^;
Un-beta-ed (since I don't have one that I'm willing to admit that I write fan fic~)
Yoseob rubbed his eyes tightly with his palms and took a deep breath.
You are not getting a headache.
The world is not spinning right now.
The light from this dressing room is not searing into your eye sockets.
However, the sharp pain behind his eyes refused to listen to his commands and it only started to move to the back of his head.
Yoseob was ready to cry as he groaned loudly, holding his head in his hands in the futile attempt to make the painful throbbing stop. He made the mistake of opening his eyes as his vision ebbed and wobbled and a feeling of nausea washed over him.
Fuck…
It was the last thought he had before his world spun one more time and it all faded to black.
Yoseob wasn’t sure he was dreaming or simply hallucinating. He could faintly remember being lifted into strong arms, the sounds of cars and his bandmates’ voices echoing in the back of his mind. What he could remember clearly was the feeling of hammers pounding away at every crevice of his head and his every effort to keep it-and everything he ever ate threatening to spill- at bay.
Moments passed and Yoseob tentatively opened one eye. His vision seemed focused and he felt that his stomach contents wouldn’t try to escape if he so much parted his lips to breathe.
The room he found himself in was dimly lit and it certainly was not the dressing room he last remembered occupying. In fact, it wasn’t even the same building upon seeing the familiar sight of their messy living room.
Yoseob let out a small sigh. He was a little thankful that they managed to finish their performance before the migraine hit him so hard he had to be moved.
The singer shifted and realized that pillow he laid on had a body underneath it. Yoseob looked up and found a sleeping Junhyung, leaning his cheek on a fist and the other arm protectively holding the younger man on his lap. Yoseob glanced over Junhyung’s arm around him and saw that the rapper was clutching his phone. It also seemed that Junhyung didn’t even bother changing from his stage clothes.
Before Yoseob could think further on it, there was movement below him and found Dongwoon's blonde head near his chest, clinging to Yoseob’s hand. The maknae’s earbuds were still echoing the muffled sounds of whatever ballad he was last listening to. Yoseob could barely make out the the faintest sight of drool escaping from the corner of his parted lips.
Yoseob let out a small laugh and continued to further scan the room, seeing what looked like prescription medication on the table next to them and the last visages of various takeout food. Just to the side of the table were the faint outline of what can only be Kikwang and Hyungseung’s bodies cuddled close together under, what looked like, their respective stage jackets. It would seem that only Dongwoon bothered to change into a tank top and his pajama pants.
Yoseob shifted again under the weight of blankets on top of him and made the slightest move to sit up.
“If you get up before Doojoon gets here, I’m going to duct tape you in place,”
Junhyung’s drowsy, but rough voice made Yoseob jump and stared up at the rapper in surprise. Junhyung took a few moments before slowly opening his own eyes and return the younger man’s curious stare.
“He’s been talking to management, if you’re wondering,” Junhyung replied before Yoseob could even open his mouth to ask.
“Are they mad?”
“Only you would think that,” Junhyung softly ruffled Yoseob’s dark hair. “No, no one is mad-just worried. They’re working out a short half week break or something. No less than that. Even Hong-nim thinks we really need it-just took your little episode to hasten it,”
“It was just a migraine,” Yoseob mumbled. “I don’t want to be a bur…”
“Don’t you dare say it,” Doojoon’s voice echoed so much, it was a surprise that the three other sleeping members didn’t wake from it.
Junhyung gave a soft chuckle. Yoseob barely noticed the long list of text messages between the two leaders of their group which glowed when the rapper softly nudged their maknae and removed his earbuds.
“Woonie, Doojoon’s here. It’s time for bed,”
Dongwoon let out a soft groan and clasped his hand tighter around Yoseob's. “But Yoseob-hyung…” he mumbled, resting his cheek on Yoseob’s hand.
Junhyung let out another chuckle and gently stood up, stepping around Dongwoon, so he could reach under the youngest’s arms and lift him delicately. “He’ll be fine, dongsaeng. Doojoon’s here.”
Dongwoon swayed a bit from simply sitting for hours, but reluctantly let go of his hyung’s hand and turned to lean against the rapper, his forehead resting on Junhyung's shoulder with his arms dangling to the side.
“Tell him Yoseob-hyung needs to take his medication,” the maknae muttered against Junhyung's shoulder.
Junhyung patted Dongwoon and half led, half carried the youngest back into their shared bedroom, nudging the two sleeping figures on the floor with his feet on the way there.
Kikwang rubbed his eyes and peeled himself off Hyungseung’s arms before walking over to kiss Yoseob’s cheek. He muttered a few words of good night and “I’m glad you’re here…” to the two before lifting Hyunseung into his own arms and followed Junhyung to their room, practically dragging Hyunseung’s still sleeping body behind him.
Yoseob cleared his throat and settled deeper into the couch. He didn’t even bother looking into his leader’s eyes because, to be honest, he simply hated looking into them when they were filled with worry, especially when it came to him.
The younger man felt Doojoon’s fingers lightly brush back the hair that fell on his forehead where it was replaced with a chaste kiss. “You’re feeling better?” he asked, his lips still hovering over Yoseob’s head.
Yoseob sighed and slowly nodded his head. Admittedly, he still felt shadows of the aches the migraine had inflicted upon him, but it was no more severe than the usual aches and exhaustion of a long schedule.
“So, starting tomorrow, that’s it. We’re resting for a week,” Doojoon stated firmly, though his voice was barely over a whisper.
Yoseob only hummed in reply, letting the relief wash over him. He could probably use some quiet time in the dorm or even visit his family, though what he really wanted…
“Nudge forward a bit…” Doojoon interrupted his quiet thoughts and settling himself behind Yoseob, letting the younger man rest on one arm under the pillow while Doojoon’s other arm wrapped tightly around Yoseob’s waist.
Though it was a little snug on the couch, Yoseob let himself melt against Doojoon’s sturdier build, their legs intertwining comfortably. Yoseob could feel his leader’s breath against his hair, the older taking in the scent of him.
“So, Junhyung seemed to follow directions well,” Doojoon laughed. “Though he used his shampoo instead of yours,”
“You told Junhyungie to give me a bath?” Now that he realized it, Yoseob could definitely feel the slight dampness in his hair and the fact that, like Dongwoon, he was in his comfortable pajamas, not his stage clothes.
“Sponge bath,” Doojoon replied. “I read somewhere that a bath may help, but Junhyung said you were in so much pain, he didn’t want to move you more than necessary,”
Doojoon cuddled Yoseob tighter. “I was still on the show when you all left. I would have dropped everything and rushed over when I found out you got sick, if Junhyung hadn’t convinced me to use the time to get us our break,”
Yoseob closed his eyes and clasped Doojoon’s hand and found it slightly quivering. The younger man felt his heart sink and turned his head to bury his face into the older man’s neck.
“I’m sorry…”
Doojoon reached over and pulled Yoseob’s chin up and lightly kissed his nose. “Don’t be. Just be glad Junhyung has a more level head than I do when it comes to these things,” he said.
Before Yoseob could say anything more, Doojoon placed another light kiss between Yoseob’s eyes. “And don’t be sorry about everyone else worrying about you. We love you and you are certainly not a burden. You even let our maknae have a chance to take care of someone,”
Yoseob couldn’t help but smile, remembering Dongwoon’s reluctance to let his hyung go. Yoseob let out a small sigh and allowed Doojoon’s strong arms comfort him.
The singer felt a small caress up his arm and fingers running through his hair before lips slowly captured his own in a heartfelt kiss.
When breathing became necessary, Doojoon gradually pulled away and leaned his forehead against Yoseob’s.
“Now that we have time, let’s just stay in bed tomorrow, yeah? You can rest some more and then we can go visit our families together the day after,”
Yoseob smiled and placed another soft kiss on Doojoon’s lips, humming in agreement.
As painful and debilitating his migraine was, if it meant being able to have more moments like this with the man he loved, it was more than worth it.
Pairing: DooSeob; KiSeung / JunWoon if you squint :3
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: A little one shot inspired by an actual migraine I had hours before I wrote this. ^_^;
Un-beta-ed (since I don't have one that I'm willing to admit that I write fan fic~)
Yoseob rubbed his eyes tightly with his palms and took a deep breath.
You are not getting a headache.
The world is not spinning right now.
The light from this dressing room is not searing into your eye sockets.
However, the sharp pain behind his eyes refused to listen to his commands and it only started to move to the back of his head.
Yoseob was ready to cry as he groaned loudly, holding his head in his hands in the futile attempt to make the painful throbbing stop. He made the mistake of opening his eyes as his vision ebbed and wobbled and a feeling of nausea washed over him.
Fuck…
It was the last thought he had before his world spun one more time and it all faded to black.
Yoseob wasn’t sure he was dreaming or simply hallucinating. He could faintly remember being lifted into strong arms, the sounds of cars and his bandmates’ voices echoing in the back of his mind. What he could remember clearly was the feeling of hammers pounding away at every crevice of his head and his every effort to keep it-and everything he ever ate threatening to spill- at bay.
Moments passed and Yoseob tentatively opened one eye. His vision seemed focused and he felt that his stomach contents wouldn’t try to escape if he so much parted his lips to breathe.
The room he found himself in was dimly lit and it certainly was not the dressing room he last remembered occupying. In fact, it wasn’t even the same building upon seeing the familiar sight of their messy living room.
Yoseob let out a small sigh. He was a little thankful that they managed to finish their performance before the migraine hit him so hard he had to be moved.
The singer shifted and realized that pillow he laid on had a body underneath it. Yoseob looked up and found a sleeping Junhyung, leaning his cheek on a fist and the other arm protectively holding the younger man on his lap. Yoseob glanced over Junhyung’s arm around him and saw that the rapper was clutching his phone. It also seemed that Junhyung didn’t even bother changing from his stage clothes.
Before Yoseob could think further on it, there was movement below him and found Dongwoon's blonde head near his chest, clinging to Yoseob’s hand. The maknae’s earbuds were still echoing the muffled sounds of whatever ballad he was last listening to. Yoseob could barely make out the the faintest sight of drool escaping from the corner of his parted lips.
Yoseob let out a small laugh and continued to further scan the room, seeing what looked like prescription medication on the table next to them and the last visages of various takeout food. Just to the side of the table were the faint outline of what can only be Kikwang and Hyungseung’s bodies cuddled close together under, what looked like, their respective stage jackets. It would seem that only Dongwoon bothered to change into a tank top and his pajama pants.
Yoseob shifted again under the weight of blankets on top of him and made the slightest move to sit up.
“If you get up before Doojoon gets here, I’m going to duct tape you in place,”
Junhyung’s drowsy, but rough voice made Yoseob jump and stared up at the rapper in surprise. Junhyung took a few moments before slowly opening his own eyes and return the younger man’s curious stare.
“He’s been talking to management, if you’re wondering,” Junhyung replied before Yoseob could even open his mouth to ask.
“Are they mad?”
“Only you would think that,” Junhyung softly ruffled Yoseob’s dark hair. “No, no one is mad-just worried. They’re working out a short half week break or something. No less than that. Even Hong-nim thinks we really need it-just took your little episode to hasten it,”
“It was just a migraine,” Yoseob mumbled. “I don’t want to be a bur…”
“Don’t you dare say it,” Doojoon’s voice echoed so much, it was a surprise that the three other sleeping members didn’t wake from it.
Junhyung gave a soft chuckle. Yoseob barely noticed the long list of text messages between the two leaders of their group which glowed when the rapper softly nudged their maknae and removed his earbuds.
“Woonie, Doojoon’s here. It’s time for bed,”
Dongwoon let out a soft groan and clasped his hand tighter around Yoseob's. “But Yoseob-hyung…” he mumbled, resting his cheek on Yoseob’s hand.
Junhyung let out another chuckle and gently stood up, stepping around Dongwoon, so he could reach under the youngest’s arms and lift him delicately. “He’ll be fine, dongsaeng. Doojoon’s here.”
Dongwoon swayed a bit from simply sitting for hours, but reluctantly let go of his hyung’s hand and turned to lean against the rapper, his forehead resting on Junhyung's shoulder with his arms dangling to the side.
“Tell him Yoseob-hyung needs to take his medication,” the maknae muttered against Junhyung's shoulder.
Junhyung patted Dongwoon and half led, half carried the youngest back into their shared bedroom, nudging the two sleeping figures on the floor with his feet on the way there.
Kikwang rubbed his eyes and peeled himself off Hyungseung’s arms before walking over to kiss Yoseob’s cheek. He muttered a few words of good night and “I’m glad you’re here…” to the two before lifting Hyunseung into his own arms and followed Junhyung to their room, practically dragging Hyunseung’s still sleeping body behind him.
Yoseob cleared his throat and settled deeper into the couch. He didn’t even bother looking into his leader’s eyes because, to be honest, he simply hated looking into them when they were filled with worry, especially when it came to him.
The younger man felt Doojoon’s fingers lightly brush back the hair that fell on his forehead where it was replaced with a chaste kiss. “You’re feeling better?” he asked, his lips still hovering over Yoseob’s head.
Yoseob sighed and slowly nodded his head. Admittedly, he still felt shadows of the aches the migraine had inflicted upon him, but it was no more severe than the usual aches and exhaustion of a long schedule.
“So, starting tomorrow, that’s it. We’re resting for a week,” Doojoon stated firmly, though his voice was barely over a whisper.
Yoseob only hummed in reply, letting the relief wash over him. He could probably use some quiet time in the dorm or even visit his family, though what he really wanted…
“Nudge forward a bit…” Doojoon interrupted his quiet thoughts and settling himself behind Yoseob, letting the younger man rest on one arm under the pillow while Doojoon’s other arm wrapped tightly around Yoseob’s waist.
Though it was a little snug on the couch, Yoseob let himself melt against Doojoon’s sturdier build, their legs intertwining comfortably. Yoseob could feel his leader’s breath against his hair, the older taking in the scent of him.
“So, Junhyung seemed to follow directions well,” Doojoon laughed. “Though he used his shampoo instead of yours,”
“You told Junhyungie to give me a bath?” Now that he realized it, Yoseob could definitely feel the slight dampness in his hair and the fact that, like Dongwoon, he was in his comfortable pajamas, not his stage clothes.
“Sponge bath,” Doojoon replied. “I read somewhere that a bath may help, but Junhyung said you were in so much pain, he didn’t want to move you more than necessary,”
Doojoon cuddled Yoseob tighter. “I was still on the show when you all left. I would have dropped everything and rushed over when I found out you got sick, if Junhyung hadn’t convinced me to use the time to get us our break,”
Yoseob closed his eyes and clasped Doojoon’s hand and found it slightly quivering. The younger man felt his heart sink and turned his head to bury his face into the older man’s neck.
“I’m sorry…”
Doojoon reached over and pulled Yoseob’s chin up and lightly kissed his nose. “Don’t be. Just be glad Junhyung has a more level head than I do when it comes to these things,” he said.
Before Yoseob could say anything more, Doojoon placed another light kiss between Yoseob’s eyes. “And don’t be sorry about everyone else worrying about you. We love you and you are certainly not a burden. You even let our maknae have a chance to take care of someone,”
Yoseob couldn’t help but smile, remembering Dongwoon’s reluctance to let his hyung go. Yoseob let out a small sigh and allowed Doojoon’s strong arms comfort him.
The singer felt a small caress up his arm and fingers running through his hair before lips slowly captured his own in a heartfelt kiss.
When breathing became necessary, Doojoon gradually pulled away and leaned his forehead against Yoseob’s.
“Now that we have time, let’s just stay in bed tomorrow, yeah? You can rest some more and then we can go visit our families together the day after,”
Yoseob smiled and placed another soft kiss on Doojoon’s lips, humming in agreement.
As painful and debilitating his migraine was, if it meant being able to have more moments like this with the man he loved, it was more than worth it.