Tangled (A Stray Kids x Reader Dirty Fanfic)

Part 40 - Han Just Ate A Cracker

[Han Today 1:34pm] Hi baby. Sorry I'm just now responding. I slept so long. Not feeling so great. What are you doing?

[Me Today 1:34pm] Coming back to the hotel right now. Are you okay? Can I bring you anything?

[Han Today 1:36pm] No, I don't think I can eat. My tummy is fucked

[Me Today 1:36pm] I'm coming to check on you when I get there.

[Me Today 1:36pm] Also, "tummy"? You're the cutest person on earth Han Jisung

[Han Today 1:37pm] Wait until you see me, you'll change your tune 🤮

Han answered the door looking rough. He was wet from the shower and pouty, with a blanket wrapped completely around him, just his cute face poking out. You immediately took him in your arms, and he laid his head on your shoulder. "I don't feel good," he pouted.

"My poor baby Hannie, let's get you back in bed." You shuffled him back to the bed, sitting down next to him and pulling Pepto and Pepsi out of your bag. "Take some of this. Do you have a headache too, or is it just your stomach?"

"It's just my stomach," he said, making a face at the taste of the Pepto.

"Hmmm... do you think it's a hangover?"

"I don't really get hangovers, and when I do they don't last. This feels different."

You get up and get him a glass of ice for the Pepsi, worried. "Do you want me to call Chan? Shouldn't he know if you don't feel well?"

"If I don't feel better tomorrow, I'll tell him. I don't want to bother him on his day off."

"Are you sure you can't eat?" He looked ill at the thought. "Maybe you have a little stomach bug. Whatever it is, I'm staying here with you until you feel better," you said resolutely, scooting onto the bed beside him.

"Noooo, you don't have to waste your off day with me. Plus, what if I'm contagious?"

"Don't waste your energy fighting me, Han Jisung. I'm not leaving."

You sat against the padded headboard, putting a pillow in your lap, and he laid his head on it. You stroked his hair, looking down at him worriedly. He felt a little warm but not feverish. He snuggled in, looking happier, but definitely sick.

He put on the first episode of a new K-drama he wanted to watch. Halfway through it Minho came, checking on his bestie. He sat beside Han, patting him on the butt. "You gonna be okay, Quokka?" Han smiled. "Now that you touched my butt, I think so," Han said tiredly.

Minho had brought chips and he kicked back on the bed to watch the drama with you, offering you some over Han's prone body. You could tell he was worried, and it made your heart grow even fonder of him. It's a slow burn with that one, you thought, smiling to yourself as you admired his perfect icy profile. You did seem to like him more and more every time you hung out.

You kept stroking Han's hair, as he seemed to like it; he sighed and curled his hands around your thigh happily. Looking down at him you felt the familiar old ache in your heart; you were used to it now, but it still shocked you with its intensity.

After a few more episodes, Han sat up beside you. You could tell he was feeling a little better when he started making little jokes. You convinced him to try some chicken soup, placing the order with room service before refilling his drink. It seemed to make him feel even better, though he didn't look 100%.

"I think you should skip the Ghost Tour tonight, Hannie," you said, feeding him another spoonful like he was a child. "You should stay in bed. I'll stay with you." He frowned, but didn't say anything, mouth full. He was so cute all wrapped up in blankets, with his hair going every direction. Your phone beeped and Minho motioned for you to give him the bowl. You checked your texts, watching as Minho took over feeding baby Jisung, looking every bit like a doting but slightly annoyed mother.