Songs [BANG CHAN ONE-SHOTS]

Your Eyes ☁️

A/N: requested by Seungminlefttoe

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The months of spring were your sworn enemies. While everyone enjoyed the start of the warmer weather, you had to take meds and numerous sick leaves because of allergies. Everything was blooming and you were all but happy. Your nose, eyes, and throat were swollen and itchy. You were sneezing constantly because of pollen that cute fuzzy bees loved. You hated it.

And just when you thought it was over and the medication worked its job in your body... You caught a stomach virus... in the middle of summer. So, you were once again in bed, feeling extremely weak, dehydrated, feverish, and in pain all while the sun shone outside and everyone was having fun at the beach or the pool. After allergies, the most hated illness for you was stomachache - feeling nauseous, throwing up, and with pain as if someone was constantly punching your gut.

You'd probably be dying alone in your apartment, if not dead by now if it wasn't for your boyfriend who took care of you. He was with you every year when the allergy season would start, running to the pharmacy to get your needed meds. But the virus that was eating your guts got him to stay with you day and night, despite his work.

Bang Chan phoned his manager on the day when he came over and you suddenly jumped from the sofa you two were sitting on, running to the bathroom to throw up the Chinese takeout you ate for dinner. He told his staff that he wouldn't sleep in the dorms but in your apartment so that he could take care of you.

It has been only two days since he started working from the living room of your apartment, coming early and leaving late just so that he could be with you as long as he could.

And the past days would have been sweet and romantic if it weren't for your constant throwing up and fever where Chan had to hold your head, wipe your sweat and drool, and carry you around like a rag doll. You constantly apologized to him, feeling embarrassed that he had to do all of that, to deal with your sickness but, with your family miles away, he was your saving grace, your angel.

"Thank you, Channie..." you whispered on the third night around 3 AM when he put you in bed after you have just thrown up the only few bites of your dinner - mashed potatoes.

He smiled at you, the weak light of your desk lamp shining on his tired facial features. His soft smile only made you feel more sorry for him, for having to stay up all night because of you while having to go to the company in the day.

"Don't worry, princess, it's all good..." he smiled more, caressing your forehead already covered in beads of sweat.

"It would've been better if they admitted me to the hospital..." you said, slowly blinking at him, trying to speak with all the strength you could gather.

But Bang Chan shook his head, stopping his hand on the top of your head, "It's alright, baby, I told you - I'll take care of you," he nodded and your lower lip trembled.

"But, Chan..." you whimpered and he raised a finger.

"I don't want to hear it," he playfully threatened you, stood up, and kissed your forehead, "Get some rest," he then looked into your eyes, "I'll go prepare that delicious beverage you love so much," he added and then laughed at your disgusted expression.

You hated drinking the ORS (oral rehydration solution) that the doctors always prescribe after they hear that someone's throwing up because the taste of the electrolytes was absolutely horrible. Yet, that was the only way to get better and not end up in the intensive care unit due to dehydration.