warm bodies.
warm bodies.
kris/suho - g - fluff - 722 words
in which Joonmyun got sick and Yifan is a caring husba-- err, co-leader.
Yifan knocks on the door six times before he decides to barge in and call Joonmyun down for dinner. He knows that the younger male is tired, but he’s been asleep for four hours already and that’s way too long, knowing Joonmyun’s usual habit of sleeping at two hours maximum. Even in their short vacation in London and Amsterdam, he barely slept before he crawled into Yifan’s bed and stayed like that, just cuddling with the other leader.
He kneels beside Joonmyun’s bed and gently shakes his shoulder. “Joonmyun. Joonmyun, wake up.”
The younger male doesn’t even stir.
That’s when Yifan starts to worry. He shakes a little harder, a little faster until he gets impatient and pulls the covers down his body. Joonmyun suddenly curls up into a ball when he gets exposed to the cold air. Yifan almost coos before his hand lands on Joonmyun’s arm and he realizes that he’s much hotter than usual.
He checks Joonmyun’s temperature at his neck and pulls his hand back quickly when he feels the hot skin come in contact with his cool hand. Yifan yells out for Kyungsoo or Yixing or the managers or anyone, just help me carry him!
He hears the shouts of the other members and decides to carry Joonmyun all by himself. Noting that he was at least wearing something they could show in public just in case any fans saw them, he picks Joonmyun up from the bed and carries him bridal style.
By then, their managers realized what was happening and are now running down to the van to start it up. The other members clear space for Yifan to easily carry Joonmyun down. Kyungsoo and Yixing are the only ones who were allowed by their managers to come to the van with them, besides Yifan.
As they’re walking in the garage towards the van, Joonmyun starts to mumble. “Yifan…”
“He’s waking up! Alright, keep talking, Joonmyun. Why did you call for me?”
“I love you.” He opens his eyes as wide as he can manage and looks up at the man carrying him. Yifan stops walking for one second before he keeps going.
“Thank you f-for being a great leader a-and also a great friend.” Joonmyun croaks out. “I’m going to go nighty-night now. Bye.” He smiles and closes his eyes again.
Joonmyun wakes up and sees white surrounding him everywhere. He hears beeping, he smells alcohol and disinfectant, he feels sluggish and weak; overall, it’s not a good way to wake up from his short nap.
Then he realizes he’s in the hospital and whoa. He’s in the hospital. After months of trying to be as healthy as possible, he’s back in the hospital.
He feels a presence to his right and he slowly turns his head. He sees a flash of light brown hair and Joonmyun tries to sit up. Then there are large hands holding his shoulders down.
And then there are lips chastely kissing his forehead for a short second before they pull away and he sees Yifan looking down at him. “Hey,” Yifan breathes out.
“Hi.” Joonmyun’s voice is cracking and his throat feels so dry. “What happened to me?” he asks as he feels the IV drip attached to his left hand.
“Exhaustion and fatigue leading to dehydration. Then you caught some virus and got a fever,” Yifan explains. He presses a button, probably the one to call the nurse.
“Yifan.”
“Yes?”
“Can you… Can you kiss me again?”
They both stop breathing for a few seconds. Joonmyun expects him to slowly back away, but instead he leans closer and closer until their lips press slightly, then firmer and firmer and firmer, then Yifan starts moving his head and lips slightly. Joonmyun melts instantly under him.
Yifan pulls away and smiles. It’s the first time they’ve done something like that, and Joonmyun is hoping, desperately hoping, that it’s not the last.
“I meant what I said, you know,” Joonmyun says as loudly as he possibly can with his parched throat. “I really do value you as a co-leader and as a good friend.”
Joonmyun knows that Yifan’s waiting for the affirmation that Joonmyun really does mean that he loves him, but right now, Joonmyun is sick and he really doesn’t remember that happening before, so he gets away with it.
a/n: i hate fluff GO AWAY NOBODY LIKES YOU, FLUFF
kris/suho - g - fluff - 722 words
in which Joonmyun got sick and Yifan is a caring husba-- err, co-leader.
Yifan knocks on the door six times before he decides to barge in and call Joonmyun down for dinner. He knows that the younger male is tired, but he’s been asleep for four hours already and that’s way too long, knowing Joonmyun’s usual habit of sleeping at two hours maximum. Even in their short vacation in London and Amsterdam, he barely slept before he crawled into Yifan’s bed and stayed like that, just cuddling with the other leader.
He kneels beside Joonmyun’s bed and gently shakes his shoulder. “Joonmyun. Joonmyun, wake up.”
The younger male doesn’t even stir.
That’s when Yifan starts to worry. He shakes a little harder, a little faster until he gets impatient and pulls the covers down his body. Joonmyun suddenly curls up into a ball when he gets exposed to the cold air. Yifan almost coos before his hand lands on Joonmyun’s arm and he realizes that he’s much hotter than usual.
He checks Joonmyun’s temperature at his neck and pulls his hand back quickly when he feels the hot skin come in contact with his cool hand. Yifan yells out for Kyungsoo or Yixing or the managers or anyone, just help me carry him!
He hears the shouts of the other members and decides to carry Joonmyun all by himself. Noting that he was at least wearing something they could show in public just in case any fans saw them, he picks Joonmyun up from the bed and carries him bridal style.
By then, their managers realized what was happening and are now running down to the van to start it up. The other members clear space for Yifan to easily carry Joonmyun down. Kyungsoo and Yixing are the only ones who were allowed by their managers to come to the van with them, besides Yifan.
As they’re walking in the garage towards the van, Joonmyun starts to mumble. “Yifan…”
“He’s waking up! Alright, keep talking, Joonmyun. Why did you call for me?”
“I love you.” He opens his eyes as wide as he can manage and looks up at the man carrying him. Yifan stops walking for one second before he keeps going.
“Thank you f-for being a great leader a-and also a great friend.” Joonmyun croaks out. “I’m going to go nighty-night now. Bye.” He smiles and closes his eyes again.
Joonmyun wakes up and sees white surrounding him everywhere. He hears beeping, he smells alcohol and disinfectant, he feels sluggish and weak; overall, it’s not a good way to wake up from his short nap.
Then he realizes he’s in the hospital and whoa. He’s in the hospital. After months of trying to be as healthy as possible, he’s back in the hospital.
He feels a presence to his right and he slowly turns his head. He sees a flash of light brown hair and Joonmyun tries to sit up. Then there are large hands holding his shoulders down.
And then there are lips chastely kissing his forehead for a short second before they pull away and he sees Yifan looking down at him. “Hey,” Yifan breathes out.
“Hi.” Joonmyun’s voice is cracking and his throat feels so dry. “What happened to me?” he asks as he feels the IV drip attached to his left hand.
“Exhaustion and fatigue leading to dehydration. Then you caught some virus and got a fever,” Yifan explains. He presses a button, probably the one to call the nurse.
“Yifan.”
“Yes?”
“Can you… Can you kiss me again?”
They both stop breathing for a few seconds. Joonmyun expects him to slowly back away, but instead he leans closer and closer until their lips press slightly, then firmer and firmer and firmer, then Yifan starts moving his head and lips slightly. Joonmyun melts instantly under him.
Yifan pulls away and smiles. It’s the first time they’ve done something like that, and Joonmyun is hoping, desperately hoping, that it’s not the last.
“I meant what I said, you know,” Joonmyun says as loudly as he possibly can with his parched throat. “I really do value you as a co-leader and as a good friend.”
Joonmyun knows that Yifan’s waiting for the affirmation that Joonmyun really does mean that he loves him, but right now, Joonmyun is sick and he really doesn’t remember that happening before, so he gets away with it.
a/n: i hate fluff GO AWAY NOBODY LIKES YOU, FLUFF