Love is Stronger than Blood (Snowdrop Oneshots)

33- sick

If you thought I was above using the most cliche overused fluff prompts for Hanmu, you are dead wrong my friend.

This is exactly what it sounds like.

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"Kangmu-ya?" Jang Hanna called out to her husband as she stepped inside his office. His head was resting on his hand, and his eyes were closed, though he wasn't asleep. The light streaming in through the window had been giving him a headache all throughout the morning. The sound of the door closing echoed in his ears, making ripples of pain that made his head throb even more.

Her steps slowed as he raised his head up at her, rubbing his eyes. She noticed he was paler than usual.

"Ya... are you okay?" Hanna asked.

"I'm fine," he said.

She frowned, walking over behind his desk and pressing the back of her hand to his forehead.

"You're pretty warm," she said worriedly. "Are you sure you're feeling okay?"

"I'm okay... just a little headache."

"You were out in that snowstorm yesterday, right?"

"Yeah."

"And did you remember to wear your coat?"

Kangmu opened his mouth, but no words came out. He looked away sheepishly. Hanna rolled her eyes.

"I swear, you're like a child sometimes. You didn't wear your coat in the middle of a fucking snowstorm-"

"I didn't have time to grab it!" He defended, covering a cough with his sleeve. "I had to-"

"I don't care what you had to do," Hanna said. "Come on, we're going home."

Kangmu rubbed his forehead. "I still need to file the reports and-"

"I'll tell Chief you aren't feeling well," she said, taking his coat off the rack and shoving it into his arms. "Put that on. And button it up, babo-ya."

"Gwaenchanhda, eomeoni," he said, shaking his head with an affectionate smile.

Hanna ducked into the Chief's office to tell him that Kangmu and she were leaving, then came back out, fishing her car keys out from her bag.

"Let's go."

Kangmu buttoned up the top part of his coat before following her. It was windy outside, blowing his messy hair into his face. He swatted it away from his eyes while Hanna grabbed his other hand.

"Come on, you can walk straight, can't you?"

He rolled his eyes. "I'm not a child, Hanna-ya."

Nevertheless, Hanna dragged him to her car and pushed him into the backseat. He huffed and crossed his arms, knowing that she'd only get angrier at him if he tried to get out and climb into shotgun, so he stayed put. Hanna got into the driver's seat and turned the car on, pulling out of the factory parking lot.

"Hanna, really, I'm fine," Kangmu tried, only for a series of coughs to cut him off.

Hanna glanced at him in the rearview mirror. "That cough suggests otherwise."

He cursed himself as she pulled into the driveway of their house and unbuckled her seatbelt. She swung open his door before he could and grabbed him by the wrist, pulling him out of the car.

"Ya, Hanna," Kangmu complained as she pulled him up to the front door of the house. "Why are you dragging me everywhere?"

"Because," she said as she swung the door shut behind them. "Half the time you forget how to take care of yourself and run yourself into the ground, even when you're sick."

"I'm not the only one," he pointed out. "Two months ago you tripped and sprained your ankle and insisted on walking on it by yourself because you thought it was embarrassing to have me carry you the rest of the way."

"That's because it was," Hanna insisted. "Take your shoes off, change your clothes, and get to bed. I'm making you some tea."

"But-"

Hanna pushed herself up on her tiptoes, pressing her forehead to Kangmu's. He was steadily growing warmer, and it wasn't just because he was sick.

Hanna gave him a sweet smile, making his heart skip a beat. "It wasn't a request, seobang. Now, go."

She shoved him in the shoulder lightly, and Kangmu didn't see how he could safely refuse. He huffed and kicked his shoes off, climbing up the stairs to their bedroom. Hanna heated up a pot of water and poured a little package of tea leaves into it. She brought two cups up to the bedroom, where Kangmu was sitting on the edge of the bed, a closed book in his lap that he was looking at but making no attempt to actually open it.

"Kangmu-ya?" Hanna called softly, making him look up at her. She set down the cups on the bedside table before taking the book from him. "You should be laying down."

"Fine," he mumbled, pulling the covers up and slipping underneath. Hanna sat next to him, her legs dangling off the side as she held out his cup for him to take.

"I know you think I'm being overbearing and bossy," she said quietly as he took a sip. "But I just want to make sure you're taken good care of... even though you're perfectly capable of taking care of yourself. You don't always, but that's why you have me, right? We take care of each other, even when the other's being stubborn as a mule."

Kangmu smiled up at her. "So, what I'm hearing is that next time you hurt yourself, I should carry you no matter how embarrassing you think it is?"

Hanna sighed and put the cup down. "If my agreeing will keep you here in bed until you feel better, fine. If I take care of you, you can take care of me when I need it."

Kangmu sat up, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and waist and hauling her back down so she was laying with her head on his chest. "This counts as you taking care of me, you know."

Hanna laughed and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Get some rest, seobang. I won't go anywhere."

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Ya: hey

Babo-ya: you idiot

Gwaenchanhda: okay

Eomeoni: mother