oneshots for enhypen!! started: march 4th, 2023. finished: january 14th, 2024.. includes: fluff, maybe angst(?), all sfw!! member x reader. proper spelling & grammar. [this is pure fiction and does not represent the real members or their personaliti...
╔══════════════════╗ KIM SUNOO ✎ vii. in sickness & in health ╚══════════════════╝
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Your boyfriend was sick, and your boss was giving you overtime for the 4th time this week. It was completely unfair and you wanted to punch someone in the face for your luck. But that would be a bit uncalled for, and you were sure Sunoo would laugh at it.
After a little persuading (arguing) with your boss, he let you have the weekend on account of a "sick relative." Sure, you didn't specify how sick your "relative" was, or the fact that he was actually your boyfriend, but your boss didn't need to know.
Once 5 o'clock rolled around, you rushed back to your apartment. You picked up some painkillers and other medication from the drug store, as well as some mint chocolate ice cream before you walked through the door.
Apparently, you weren't as quiet as you thought, because when you finally opened the bedroom door, Sunoo was already sitting up groggily. It was very clear that he had just woken up from his adorably messed up hair, disrupted sheets, and a Sunoo head-shaped dent in the pillow.
"Oh no- Did I wake you up?!" You asked quickly, and he just giggled and nodded, suppressing a cough that tried to surface. "I'm sorry." You murmured.
"It's okay." He yawned, "Can you give me a hug? I haven't seen you all day, and I missed you." He pouted, giving you puppy-dog eyes as if he needed that to convince you. You would give him a hug regardless.
"Hold on- I have to navigate through the ocean of tissues before I can hug you." You said, grabbing the trash can and throwing the tissues in their proper place as you made your way to Sunoo.
"Sorry about that- I wasn't really thinking about where I was throwing them." He explained and you laughed.
"You don't have to apologise for anything, baby. As long as you work on getting better, that's all that matters." You said gently, finally reaching him and wrapping your arms around him. He sniffed, hugging you as tightly as possible.
"Do you still have a headache?" You asked, referencing the text he had sent with updates on his condition.
He shook his head, "Sleeping made it go away. I'm just a bit sniffly still... As you could probably tell from the tissues." He laughed, and you were glad he was still keeping his spirit up despite falling sick two days ago.
"Tired?" You asked.
"Yeah... You kinda just barged in here."
You cringed, "Sorry for waking you, baby. Go back to sleep."
"Can you stay with me? I really missed you." He asked hesitantly, clinging onto the sleeve of your shirt as if you would leave and then he'd never be able to get you back.
"Of course, anything you want." You let him pull you down next to him on the bed, his arms wrapping around your waist as he snuggled closer and got comfy. You smiled, pressing soft kisses all around his face to make up for the fact that he wouldn't let you kiss his lips.
"Do you have work tomorrow?" He whispered, already half-asleep.
"Nope... I'm all yours for the weekend." You said satisfactorily, happy that you were able to spend time with him uninterrupted for two more days.
"Really?" His voice was quiet as he fought to stay awake. You hummed, stroking his hair and making the battle against sleep all the harder for him. He eventually lost and you heard his breathing soften and his body relax as he drifted off to his dreamland.
You kissed his cheek, whispering a, "Get better soon, baby..." You fell asleep yourself, your arms still wrapped safely around him.
