Jung Hoseok Oneshots

Fainting

It was such a stupid argument and you both wanted the last word. You hadn’t eaten breakfast yet as you wanted to get your point across, being as stubborn as your boyfriend, but it’s like he wasn’t listening, and he probably saw things in the same way but vice versa.

With a sigh, you leant on the kitchen counter, a rising nausea filling your stomach, letting Hobi leave the space. You let him have the final say, but that was not the thing that was bothering you. You started to breathe faster when you realised you were feeling faint, vision going in and out, your limbs struggling to carry your weight.

It’s an odd sensation, one that you hated to experience, to feel no control over your own mind and body. One moment you were standing up, the other your forehead against the cool surface of the kitchen counter. You didn’t know when that happened.

"I need to sit down," you thought.

But when your eyes opened you were already on the floor, although you couldn’t tell right away. You felt air rushing through your eardrums, you never knew air could be so loud. And then you heard a muffled voice, and who was that in front of your face?

It was an odd sensation, it wasn’t like dreaming, it was like….you were imagining the images in front of you but having no recollection of trying to imagine them in the first place.

Then everything came back, the muffled voice becoming clearer and recognisable, your eyes finally focussing on him. Hobi was calling your name, desperate worry in his tone. It was now you realised that he had your head cradled in his arm and he was practically laying beside you on the kitchen floor.

"You fainted," he said, a little relief flushing his face.

Your brain seemed shocked at that, having only just registered whatever the hell just happened.

"I’m so sorry, it’s because we argued—"

"It wasn’t because of that," you immediately replied, you had to force the words out, your stomach and throat feeling too tight.

You had these occasions where you felt really faint and nauseous, but you had never fainted from it before.

A sudden wave of nausea hit you, making your body curl up on your side, curling up into his body. Your skin was clammy, it was too hot and all you could do was mumble out the need for water, craving the cool water to settle your aching stomach.

"I don’t remember falling," your tired voice muttered after a lengthy silence.

It was an odd sensation, waiting for the control to crawl back into your limbs, feeling your body temperature drop so suddenly but too weak to shiver.

You rolled onto your back again, looking into his inarticulate eyes, his lips tugging into a tiny smile. Maybe it was his way of not worrying you—to not say anything. And that was ok, what was he supposed to say? You felt a lot better now, apart from a stuffy headache, but now you felt slightly embarrassed about everything, an abashed smile and shy eyes displayed on your face. And no matter how many times you said you were fine, he always firmly pressed on your shoulders to stop you from sitting up.

"Always the drama queen, aren’t you?"

You spluttered out a laugh, you couldn’t help it, and you welcomed the light banter, you needed the laugh after that ordeal. It looked like he was relieved to see you smile too, his smile widening, and his alleviated eyes brightening. It was horrible to see you slumped on the floor and unresponsive, your skin a funny colour.

"I think I’m ok now," you said.

Are you sure? he asked straight away, laying a hand on your shoulder before you tried to sit up. Nodding in reply, he helps your body up onto unstable feet and walks you to a seat. "Let’s get some sugar in your system. Then we can talk through that argument."

He smiles awkwardly at you, but you return him a sincere smile, letting him know there was nothing to worry about.