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133. NUEST Minhyun - Symptoms

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Summary: You hadn't expected when you married Minhyun for the vows you uttered about sharing in everything together to become so literal.

Pairing: Hwang Minhyun x female reader

Genre: pregnancy au / fluff

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You frowned when you felt the man beside you shift out of the bed hastily, dashing off to the bathroom for the third time now. It was barely five in the morning and sleep had been difficult with how unwell Minhyun had been. You were concerned; it was normally you who caught the bugs easily, not your husband.

The toilet flushed and after another minute the tall man reappeared, a hand gently cradling his weak stomach. He didn't look sickly but nausea had hit him hard not long after going to bed. Now kneeling on his side of the bed, you reached up to feel his forehead, sighing when there was no obvious temperature increase.

"I wonder why you're throwing up," you murmured, washing your concerned eyes over him for an obvious sign. Minhyun shook his head sadly and gestured for you to move so he could lay back down beside you.

"Maybe I ate something bad," he suggested and you thought back to everything you had eaten during the day. You had shared every meal as it was Sunday and neither of you had any schedules for the day. Checking internally over yourself, you felt fine.

You nodded softly. "It's probably just a stomach bug; I'll book you a doctor's appointment for later on today. For now, let's try and rest, shall we?"

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"So what did the doctor say?"

Minhyun shrugged. "I'm perfectly healthy. He reckons whatever it was will be out of my system now. And I feel fine too. Funny, huh?"

"I'm just glad you're alright," you murmured, hugging your husband and burying into him. He chuckled and held you for some time, whining when you let him go to carry on fixing dinner. Glancing up at his endearing behaviour, you beckoned him into the kitchen to help you. "How about you prepare the steak and I'll carry on making the salad."

For a few minutes, you both focused on your tasks when you noticed Minhyun's face suddenly twist up in distaste, dropping the knife in his hand and dashing down the hallway to the bathroom. You listened on until he flushed the toilet and went down to find him slumped on the tiled floor in the bathroom.

"What was that?"

"The nausea is back." He hung his head, looking exhausted. "I don't understand I felt great until I got home."

"Maybe you're sick of your wife?" you teased lightly and he glanced up at you, a small smile tugging up his lips.

"How could I ever get sick of you?"

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The nausea continued on and off for the next two weeks, though after multiple doctors' appointments nothing could be found as the obvious cause. He was placed on a basic diet to realign his gut but even then during the evening through to the early hours of the morning, Minhyun could be woken up by the strong need to throw up. And instead of losing weight from all the vomiting, he appeared to have gained a little. His skin was dull from all the exertion of losing his nutrients and acne flared up on his usually clear skin. It was frightening and now you were beyond concerned.

"Is it really necessary for another doctor's appointment, honey?"

You nodded swiftly, dragging the taller man into a different clinic, your worry making you want a second opinion. "You're not getting better. We've barely been married six months; I refuse to lose my husband to something terrible."