MBLAQ 25 fic challenge
Prompt o1: i'm the hyung
Pairing: Joon/Seungho
Rating: G
Written for MBLAQ 25 fics challenge
The stage lights burned his retinas. The crowd's incessant chanting deafened him. He blinked and tried to smile. He felt the microphone pressed into his hands and somehow he dredged the right words to say, words of thanks to the fans, to Bi-hyung, before passing over the mic to someone else. His mind failed to comprehend who.
The other members bowed so he bowed, an automaton of manners and managing not to fall on his face as dizziness swept over him. He straightened, swayed, and felt a strong arm wrap around his waist.
“Come on, Seungho. I've got you.”
He nodded vaguely in the vicinity of the voice - sorta sounded like Joon talking through water or maybe cotton. He stumbled and moaned a little. His only anchor to reality the arm holding him up and guiding him.
~~~~
Seungho swam his way into throbbingly painful consciousness. His head hurt. His chest hurt. He wondered if Mir had decided gluing his eyelids shut would be a good practical joke. After much internal muttering, he managed to open his eyes just a little. Some god was looking out for him because the room, his bedroom, was dimly lit by only a lamp in one corner. Carefully he opened his eyes a little more and glanced around.
Joon sat slumped in a chair near the head of the bed. His chin touch his chest which moved steadily with each breath. His long legs stretched out and his arms crossed over his abdomen. Seungho thought about how he would have a crick in his neck and wondered how long he'd been sitting bedside.
“Joonie-ah.” The croaking sound startled him. His voice sounded horrible.
“Seungho?” Joon sat up and winced as the crick in his neck made itself known. “You're awake, Seungho?”
“Of course, I'm awake.”
“Are you actually aware of things? Because for the last two days, you've been feverish and muttering incoherently. Or you've been holding conversations that made no sense whatsoever. I mean, really, who misses Byunghee's mustache? You have to be delirious to feel that way, right?” Joon heaved a breath and knelt by the bed. “It seems like your fever broke.” The cool hand on Seungho's forehead caressed his sweat-soaked hair. “We were so worried.”
Clearing his throat, not of anything as unmanly as tears of course, Seungho croaked, “What happened? I vaguely remember being helped offstage.”
“I managed to get you offstage and then Byunghee helped me get you to the dressing room. Chulyong called Bi-hyung and Cheondong did practical things like getting most of your stage clothes off and putting cold compresses on your forehead. I think in a different reality that boy would be one hell of a nurse.” Joon's voice was light, a little offhand but his hand gripped Seungho's tightly.
“What's wrong with me?”
“An infection. Some bacterial thing that's been going around. The doctor who looked at you said the really long and complicated name of it but I don't remember. We were instructed on how to take care of you.” With a sigh, Joon glanced down at their hands, shook his head, and let go.
Seungho felt the loss somewhere in his chest.
“If your fever hadn't broken today, you would've needed to be admitted to the hospital. It isn't something generally life-threatening but the doctor said dehydration was a real danger. Thankfully you are doing better.”
“Of course, I'm doing better. I'm the hyung after all.” Seungho attempted a cocky smile. Joon returned it with a relieved one.
“Tell that to Bi-hyung when he gets here. He's been frantic.”
Pairing: Joon/Seungho
Rating: G
Written for MBLAQ 25 fics challenge
The stage lights burned his retinas. The crowd's incessant chanting deafened him. He blinked and tried to smile. He felt the microphone pressed into his hands and somehow he dredged the right words to say, words of thanks to the fans, to Bi-hyung, before passing over the mic to someone else. His mind failed to comprehend who.
The other members bowed so he bowed, an automaton of manners and managing not to fall on his face as dizziness swept over him. He straightened, swayed, and felt a strong arm wrap around his waist.
“Come on, Seungho. I've got you.”
He nodded vaguely in the vicinity of the voice - sorta sounded like Joon talking through water or maybe cotton. He stumbled and moaned a little. His only anchor to reality the arm holding him up and guiding him.
~~~~
Seungho swam his way into throbbingly painful consciousness. His head hurt. His chest hurt. He wondered if Mir had decided gluing his eyelids shut would be a good practical joke. After much internal muttering, he managed to open his eyes just a little. Some god was looking out for him because the room, his bedroom, was dimly lit by only a lamp in one corner. Carefully he opened his eyes a little more and glanced around.
Joon sat slumped in a chair near the head of the bed. His chin touch his chest which moved steadily with each breath. His long legs stretched out and his arms crossed over his abdomen. Seungho thought about how he would have a crick in his neck and wondered how long he'd been sitting bedside.
“Joonie-ah.” The croaking sound startled him. His voice sounded horrible.
“Seungho?” Joon sat up and winced as the crick in his neck made itself known. “You're awake, Seungho?”
“Of course, I'm awake.”
“Are you actually aware of things? Because for the last two days, you've been feverish and muttering incoherently. Or you've been holding conversations that made no sense whatsoever. I mean, really, who misses Byunghee's mustache? You have to be delirious to feel that way, right?” Joon heaved a breath and knelt by the bed. “It seems like your fever broke.” The cool hand on Seungho's forehead caressed his sweat-soaked hair. “We were so worried.”
Clearing his throat, not of anything as unmanly as tears of course, Seungho croaked, “What happened? I vaguely remember being helped offstage.”
“I managed to get you offstage and then Byunghee helped me get you to the dressing room. Chulyong called Bi-hyung and Cheondong did practical things like getting most of your stage clothes off and putting cold compresses on your forehead. I think in a different reality that boy would be one hell of a nurse.” Joon's voice was light, a little offhand but his hand gripped Seungho's tightly.
“What's wrong with me?”
“An infection. Some bacterial thing that's been going around. The doctor who looked at you said the really long and complicated name of it but I don't remember. We were instructed on how to take care of you.” With a sigh, Joon glanced down at their hands, shook his head, and let go.
Seungho felt the loss somewhere in his chest.
“If your fever hadn't broken today, you would've needed to be admitted to the hospital. It isn't something generally life-threatening but the doctor said dehydration was a real danger. Thankfully you are doing better.”
“Of course, I'm doing better. I'm the hyung after all.” Seungho attempted a cocky smile. Joon returned it with a relieved one.
“Tell that to Bi-hyung when he gets here. He's been frantic.”