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!
A/N: You have no idea what kind of dream that I had! First of all, we were in Kenya and my mom was being nothing but a fucking jerk at the first round.
So I ahnged out with dad at bed and then it we both got a phone call that she gave birth to a baby girl! I was going to be an older sister! Can you believe it??!?!
The door barely had time to slam shut before Sejun called out my name, walking through the house to find me still sat on the sofa.
(A/N: Wow...... he's perfect!)
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His smile was soft as he met my eyes, noticing the empty wrappers around the sofa from the food that he had left me before he went to work that morning.
"How are you doing?" He smiled, perching on the end of the sofa to give me as much space as possible to stretchmy plastered leg out. "No wild parties whilst I've been at work or anything?"
With a soft giggle, my head shook, glancing around the house. I hadn't been able to move from my spot on the sofa, only leaning down from time to time when I wanted to pick up one of the things that Sejun had left me on the floor.
"I tell you what, the first thing I'll do when I can stand on two feet again is throw a party," I exclaimed, "I'm fed up with just doing nothing and sitting around all day."
"Doctor's orders, we've got to get you on the road to recovery as quickly as possible."
Although I knew it was for the best for me to stay as still as possible whilst I recovered from surgery, it didn't make things any easier. Watching Sejun go to work every day, running and dancing around with no pain at all was a bitter pill for me to swallow, stranded on the sofa.
"I was thinking of ordering takeout tonight seeing as the kitchen is still off limits for you," Sejun suggested, relaxing his hand over your pain free foot, "and my cooking didn't exactly go to plan last night."
A shiver ran down my spine just at the thought of last night's carnage. "With my help I'm sure I'd be able to put something together in the kitchen, maybe if I stayed sitting down or something?"
"Do I have to remind you of what the doctor said once again?" Sejun challenged, tapping against your foot, "for the first couple of weeks you're supposed to do absolutely nothing, and no matter how dodgy my cooking is, that doesn't give you an excuse to do anything."
Sejun could see that I was struggling, whilst I smiled around others who came to visit me and offer support, he could see past that. He knew I hated watching my independence slip away and carrying the burden of having to rely on others.
Whilst I knew that surgery wouldn't give me a quick fix, it sucked for you to know that I'd have to wait so long to recover too. Knowing that Sejun was beside I brought me at least some comfort, he stuck by my side and always made sure to take care of me.
"Have you had any pain or discomfort today whilst I've been at work?" Sejun then asked, studying me closely as I shuffled along the sofa to try and find a comfortable position again.
"Not too bad, I remembered to take my painkillers, so you don't have to ask me about that," I forewarned him, knowing just how in touch Sejun was in making sure that I took all of my tablets exactly when I needed too.
Even though I tried to be a little more flexible, Sejun was militant towards following the advice that the doctors had passed onto me. He was determined to do everything possible to help me recover as quickly as possible.
My smile widened as Sejun continued to look over me. "You don't have to worry about me so much, I can hardly do much damage to myself just sitting on the sofa all day."
"Who knows what you get up to when I'm at work."
Although Sejun always trusted that I followed advice, a small part of him did worry whenever he had to go to work. If I could, I'd probably end up pushing him out of the front door to get him to work and stop him fretting about leaving me all by myself.
"I sleep, watch television and scroll through Instagram until it lets me know I've seen every post," I laughed, watching as Sejun's smile widened as well.
"Do you know how many people would be jealous of what you get to do?"
"Most people wouldn't have to do it with a broken leg though," I mumbled, snuggling further into the sofa, "I even miss fresh air Sejun, I can't even get up and open a window."
The pain in your voice was clear, as the time passed you by, your frustrations with being so limited only continued to grow, especially as you watched those around you.
"I'm pretty sure at work there's a wheelchair lying around or something, maybe I could bring it home and take you out on it for a while," Sejun suggested.
"Would you be able to do that? Would the company allow it?"
His shoulders shrugged, drawn to the smile on my face. "I'm sure I could pull a few strings, and they always ask how I am, so it's obvious that they care about me a lot."
"Sejun, you have no idea how desperate I am to just go outside again," I grumbled, leaning against the back of the sofa, "the view out of the window is terrible anyway."
"It might not be the best view, but at least it's better than that stupid hospital suite."
"Don't get me started about that hospital."
I was terrified about surgery before I showed up at the hospital but walking into the suite your heart stopped at how generic the room was, everything I dreaded.
From that moment Sejun knew I needed him, not just before surgery, but after it too. Whenever he could, he was by my side, doing whatever I needed him too. And so, if fresh air was what I needed, then fresh air was what he'd provide.
"Imagine giving someone who's nervous a hospital room that overlooks a tree," I continued to vent, breaking Sejun from his thoughts. "It was a living nightmare, honestly."
"You're out," he reminded me, leaning forwards to press a kiss against my cheek, "just hold out for tonight, and tomorrow I will make sure that a wheelchair comes home with me too."
I smiled appreciatively back to Sejun, failing to find the words to express just how much his gesture meant to me. I couldn't wait for the day when I could walk outside again, but for now, anything would help.
"Sometimes I wonder whether this leg will heal well," I whispered as the room began to fall silent, "do you think I'll go back to being like I used to be."
"If anything, you'll be better," Sejun assured me, taking a hold of my hand, "you'll be able to do things without pain, as long as you recover properly."
"I know, you remind me every day how important recovery is," I reminded him.
"That's because I've seen plenty of people walk in your shoes, just give it time, and let people like me help you. You'll be back on your feet in no time."
"You shouldn't have to look after me."
"You're right, I shouldn't," he laughed, "but I do it because I care, and because more than anyone else, I want to have you fixed back up again."
"I'm sure with your help, I'll be there in no time."
