Miracle SuJu 100: 098 Soothing [WC*EunHae]
Miracle Super Junior 100 Challenge no. 098!
Archive Post: this
Prompt: Soothing
Pairing: Eunhyuk/Donghae (surprised?)
Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG
Length: One-shot / 822 words.
Synopsis: Donghae is sick with the flu and Eunhyuk cares for him, despite Donghae's protests that he might get sick too. He has swine flu.
Ahaha XD First fic I've posted that's POV. I had a ton of fun writing this. I don't know...I like this one. Hopefully you will too! Please read and enjoy! ^ ^ /
Soothing
I turned off the water and got out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my shoulders like a cape. I was glad that the mirror was fogged over so that I couldn’t see myself. I leaned against the sink, feeling just as ill as when I got into the shower. Too low on energy and motivation to do much now that I was out of it.
Hyukjae knocked on the door and opened it. He looked at me for a second and then grabbed another towel. He covered my head with it and rubbed, drying my hair gently yet efficiently. He pulled me upright and looked at my face.
“You threw up again, huh?”
I nodded. He looked at me sympathetically and then continued drying my hair off. He told me to finish drying my body and turned on the hair dryer. His fingers gentle, he blow dried my hair, somehow almost caressing me as he did so.
“C’mon.” He pulled me out by the hand and sat me down, going to get my clothes. He threw me a pair of boxer shorts, sweatpants, and a t-shirt and told me to get dressed so that I didn’t get cold. He went back into the kitchen, giving me privacy to dress myself.
When he came back I crawled back onto the bed and flopped down on it, sighing. I was sick and tired of being sick. Hyukjae prodded me and I got beneath the blanket. He readjusted the pillow beneath me and tucked the blanket in around my shoulders, smoothing it out. I felt awful.
“You sure you won’t go to the hospital?” he asked me for the second time, looking at me with concern.
“I’ll be fine,” I said, looking up at him. He put a hot washcloth on my forehead and I closed my eyes, finding instant relief in it. He sat down next to me and stroked my hair, his fingers gentle and caring.
“You can go home if you want to,” I said weakly. “Think about all the germs you’re breathing in.”
“I’m fine. I’d rather stay here with you than go home and worry about you.”
I sighed. “Thank you.”
“Does that feel any better?”
I nodded and made a small noise in my throat. But I couldn’t stop shivering. He stopped stroking my hair and touched my temple gently with his fingertips. Then he pulled back the blankets and got in bed with me and hugged me, sliding one arm beneath my neck and the other across my chest.
He snuggled his head into my neck, resting it on my shoulder, and I took a deep breath, relaxing. I’d been sick all day with the flu, but it didn’t scare him off. He’d stayed with me the entire time and helped me as much as he could, forcing me to eat and drink, making me stay in bed all day. He even stayed with me while I slept, because whenever I awoke he was there. Now he was being affectionate with me while I had a fever that sent such violent chills through me that my teeth chattered and my muscles hurt.
“I don’t want you to get sick,” I whispered, too late. I was letting myself be selfish. I wanted him more than anything else right now. I didn’t want him to get sick, but I wanted him to stay with me even more.
“It’s fine,” he said with a note of finality that told me not to protest again. My heart overflowed with love for this person who didn’t care if he caught my virus, just to comfort me when I was feeling bad. After awhile I stopped shivering as much. I felt calmer, more at ease. He soothed me just by touching me.
“I love you,” I said. “You know?”
“I know,” he said softly, holding me tightly. “I love you, too.”
“Next time you get sick...I’m definitely doing this much for you.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
“I’d say I’d do more, but I don’t think anything more can be done.”
“Aww,” he said. “You think I’m that good for you?”
“You’re the best,” I breathed.
“Go ahead and hug me, then,” he said quietly, removing the cloth from my head and putting it on the nightstand. I turned onto my side and hugged him, burying my face in his shoulder. I breathed easily, my pain melting away bit by bit from the close contact with him. He hugged me to his body, stroking my back with a hand and murmuring sweet things in a low voice to me.
I closed my eyes. I concentrated on his chest moving as he breathed; an easy, regular, subtle motion that I nonetheless adored. My favorite sounds in the world were the sounds of him breathing and his heartbeat, and I could hear both right now. Half-smiling, I fell asleep to them.
Archive Post: this
Prompt: Soothing
Pairing: Eunhyuk/Donghae (surprised?)
Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG
Length: One-shot / 822 words.
Synopsis: Donghae is sick with the flu and Eunhyuk cares for him, despite Donghae's protests that he might get sick too. He has swine flu.
Ahaha XD First fic I've posted that's POV. I had a ton of fun writing this. I don't know...I like this one. Hopefully you will too! Please read and enjoy! ^ ^ /
Soothing
I turned off the water and got out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my shoulders like a cape. I was glad that the mirror was fogged over so that I couldn’t see myself. I leaned against the sink, feeling just as ill as when I got into the shower. Too low on energy and motivation to do much now that I was out of it.
Hyukjae knocked on the door and opened it. He looked at me for a second and then grabbed another towel. He covered my head with it and rubbed, drying my hair gently yet efficiently. He pulled me upright and looked at my face.
“You threw up again, huh?”
I nodded. He looked at me sympathetically and then continued drying my hair off. He told me to finish drying my body and turned on the hair dryer. His fingers gentle, he blow dried my hair, somehow almost caressing me as he did so.
“C’mon.” He pulled me out by the hand and sat me down, going to get my clothes. He threw me a pair of boxer shorts, sweatpants, and a t-shirt and told me to get dressed so that I didn’t get cold. He went back into the kitchen, giving me privacy to dress myself.
When he came back I crawled back onto the bed and flopped down on it, sighing. I was sick and tired of being sick. Hyukjae prodded me and I got beneath the blanket. He readjusted the pillow beneath me and tucked the blanket in around my shoulders, smoothing it out. I felt awful.
“You sure you won’t go to the hospital?” he asked me for the second time, looking at me with concern.
“I’ll be fine,” I said, looking up at him. He put a hot washcloth on my forehead and I closed my eyes, finding instant relief in it. He sat down next to me and stroked my hair, his fingers gentle and caring.
“You can go home if you want to,” I said weakly. “Think about all the germs you’re breathing in.”
“I’m fine. I’d rather stay here with you than go home and worry about you.”
I sighed. “Thank you.”
“Does that feel any better?”
I nodded and made a small noise in my throat. But I couldn’t stop shivering. He stopped stroking my hair and touched my temple gently with his fingertips. Then he pulled back the blankets and got in bed with me and hugged me, sliding one arm beneath my neck and the other across my chest.
He snuggled his head into my neck, resting it on my shoulder, and I took a deep breath, relaxing. I’d been sick all day with the flu, but it didn’t scare him off. He’d stayed with me the entire time and helped me as much as he could, forcing me to eat and drink, making me stay in bed all day. He even stayed with me while I slept, because whenever I awoke he was there. Now he was being affectionate with me while I had a fever that sent such violent chills through me that my teeth chattered and my muscles hurt.
“I don’t want you to get sick,” I whispered, too late. I was letting myself be selfish. I wanted him more than anything else right now. I didn’t want him to get sick, but I wanted him to stay with me even more.
“It’s fine,” he said with a note of finality that told me not to protest again. My heart overflowed with love for this person who didn’t care if he caught my virus, just to comfort me when I was feeling bad. After awhile I stopped shivering as much. I felt calmer, more at ease. He soothed me just by touching me.
“I love you,” I said. “You know?”
“I know,” he said softly, holding me tightly. “I love you, too.”
“Next time you get sick...I’m definitely doing this much for you.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
“I’d say I’d do more, but I don’t think anything more can be done.”
“Aww,” he said. “You think I’m that good for you?”
“You’re the best,” I breathed.
“Go ahead and hug me, then,” he said quietly, removing the cloth from my head and putting it on the nightstand. I turned onto my side and hugged him, burying my face in his shoulder. I breathed easily, my pain melting away bit by bit from the close contact with him. He hugged me to his body, stroking my back with a hand and murmuring sweet things in a low voice to me.
I closed my eyes. I concentrated on his chest moving as he breathed; an easy, regular, subtle motion that I nonetheless adored. My favorite sounds in the world were the sounds of him breathing and his heartbeat, and I could hear both right now. Half-smiling, I fell asleep to them.