Since everyone loved the orginal, it's time we take it up a notch and make it into a sequel!
With so many twists and turns with your favorite idols, nothing is ever boring in KPOP world! So hold your breath and take a love dive!
Yuta's expression softened as soon as he walked into the bedroom and saw you fast asleep tucked underneath the duvet.
(A/N: Maybe......)
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Tissues surrounded you, with a half-drunk mug of tea placed on my bedside table that I'd tried to enjoy. The air was warm, leaving beads of sweat dripping down your face, unknowing to me.
"Y/N," Yuta whispered softly, shaking my arm gently to try and wake me up. He placed the box he held in his hands down to the floor, just as my eyes opened. "It's alright," he whispered, racing across to the bathroom to find a towel.
A loud groan came from me as he did so as I tried to adjust to the light, flailing my legs around to try and get the duvet off of my body. "It hurts," I whispered as Yuta reappeared, placing the towel to my forehead.
"Don't worry, I think I might have a way of cheering you up."
Whilst I tried to cool my body down, Yuta lifted the box up so that it sat on the bed beside me, unfastening it to reveal my nail varnishes. The corners of my mouth slightly turned up as he looked to you, keen to see my reaction.
"I thought seeing as we had to cancel the appointment at the salon, I'd just bring the salon to you instead," he suggested, "what do you think?"
"I think this is adorable," I spoke, cringing at the huskiness in my voice. "But won't you get sick if you paint my nails? You've got work Yuta; you can't be risking anything right now."
"Don't worry, I'll be careful," he assured me, watching on as I began to browse through the colours that I owned. "Now, I'm not promising I can do a job as good as the professionals, but I can still give you a bit of colour."
I nodded back at him, picking out my favourite orange colour and passing it across to him. "Just because I'm ill doesn't mean I'll let you get away with doing a rubbish job either. You've got to do it properly for me."
"Trust me, I've painted my own nails enough time, doing someone else's will be no problem at all," Yuta assured me once again, offering me a soft smile. "You just wait and see, once I'm done, you'll never want to go to the salon again."
My eyes widened at his bold claim as he shook the bottle. "If you're better than the salon, it'll at least help my bank account out, not having to pay for my nails anymore."
Yuta sniggered back at me, taking your hand as I sat yourself up, holding it in position. My eyes watched over every little thing that he did as he ran the brush along the bed of my nails, making sure to cover every inch of my nail that the eye could see.
"I love painting your nails, you always take such good care of them, they're so long."
"I've got to keep them looking good for you."
Yuta's eyes looked to me as he swapped my hands over having finished the first coat on my first hand. "I love just about anything that you do with your nails, it's always a nice surprise when you come home from the salon, even if you do go without me."
My expression relaxed as Yuta began to paint over my other hand. "We could have been at the salon together today, if I didn't catch this stupid cold when we went to the beach the other day, all because of a stupid coat."
"I did warn you," he smugly responded, "but even if we can't go to the actual salon together, Yuta's salon is a pretty good second best I'd say."
My head nodded in agreement as Yuta finished off my other hand in silence, concentrating hard. I watched his every movement, admiring the care that Yuta put into making sure that every nail looked as perfect as possible.
Once he was satisfied that the first coat had dried, he moved onto the second, grabbing a hold of my hand again to pick things back up.
As ever, each stroke was careful and attentive, determined to do the best possible job for me. "I could get used to this," he whispered underneath his breath, "it's surprisingly relaxing just painting someone's nails, I can see why the people at the salon love it."
I smiled back at him, although his eyes didn't look away from my nails once. "Maybe I'll have to hire you as my personal nail artist after all."
"No way, I could never do the fancy things that they all do," Yuta argued.
Whilst he was happy trusting himself to paint over my nails with a base colour, Yuta didn't trust himself at all to add any fancy details just yet. He loved admiring the talent of the artists at the salon whenever they worked on my nails, wishing that one day he'd be able to do the things that they do too.
After my first hand was finished, Yuta once again swapped, making sure that the varnish had dried from the first coat first. "A nice orange should cheer you up whilst you'll ill at least," he suggested to you.
He was right, the colour certainly brought a smile to my face. "I've got to have something to look forward to whilst I'm stuck in bed I suppose."
"Once your nails have dried, how about I join you tucked up in bed and we can watch a movie or something?" Yuta proposed, looking up to me, "if you're feeling hungry, we can even order your favourite for dinner."
"But what about your nails?" I asked, "you missed out on the salon too."
Although I couldn't help falling ill, it didn't stop me feeling incredibly guilty for being the reason that Yuta was left with untouched nails, with the last chips of varnish on his nails.
"You don't have to worry about painting my nails Y/N, you're ill," Yuta reminded me, "I'm sure my hands can hold out until a time when you're better and we can go together."
My head shook back at him, "I want to paint your nails too, it's the least I can do after you've spent the time doing mine. I can paint them whilst we wait for dinner to come, it won't take that long, I'm good at painting nails."
A soft hum came from Yuta as he tried to make up his mind. "I guess I could do with having this varnish taken off, I fancied a bit of a change in colour anyway."
As soon as he was done with my nails, I nudged your box of polishes in his direction. "Pick out whichever one you want, and I will endeavour to do as good of a job with your nails as you've done with mine, they look amazing, thank you."
"It's got you smiling again, which is all I wanted to see you do."
My smile instinctively widened, "you always know how to take good care of me."
"Of course, that's why I tell you to wear coats in the cold."
