SEVENTEEN | SICKFICS - HURTFICS I

MinWonBoo | Stomach Flu Part III

As the hours passed, Wonwoo's discomfort escalated. The stomach ache that he had been trying to ignore became unbearable, accompanied by a throbbing headache and a fever that made his body feel like it was on fire. He felt fatigue seep into his bones, and chills ran down his spine despite the warmth of the house.

"I just need to rest," he thought, deciding to lie down on the couch. He curled up under a blanket, hoping that sleep would help him feel better.

But soon, he was jolted awake by a sudden, urgent need to rush to the bathroom. The sensation of diarrhea hit him hard, and he barely made it in time. Afterward, he returned to the couch, trying to relax, but his body had other plans.

As he settled back down, another wave of nausea washed over him. He sat up, feeling a tightening in his throat, and before he could process what was happening, he dashed back to the bathroom. He barely made it before he was violently sick, the contents of his stomach spilling out.

After the wave of nausea subsided, he slumped against the cool tiles, breathing heavily. "What is happening?" he thought, a sense of dread creeping in. He felt weak and vulnerable, completely at the mercy of whatever illness had taken hold of him.

Eventually, he managed to gather enough strength to return to the couch, but the fatigue weighed heavily on him. He pulled the blanket tightly around himself, hoping for some semblance of comfort.

Just then, his phone buzzed on the coffee table. It was a message from Mingyu, checking in. "How's everything at home, babe? Hope you're doing okay!"

Wonwoo hesitated before responding, not wanting to worry Mingyu, but he felt a wave of guilt wash over him. "I'm good, love! Just resting a bit," he typed back, forcing himself to sound cheerful.

He knew he was anything but okay. As he lay there, he couldn't shake the worry about how he would manage everything at home, especially with Seungkwan and Mingyu coming back soon. Would he be able to care for his family, or would he need to reach out for help?

With the exhaustion pulling him deeper into a haze, he decided to close his eyes for a moment, hoping that this feeling would pass. But as sleep began to take him, the nagging fear of what he might be coming down with loomed larger in his mind.

Mingyu fetched Seungkwan from school, both of them full with excitement to return home to Wonwoo. As they arrived, Seungkwan dashed ahead, calling out, "Dadda Wonwoo! We're home!"

But there was no response.

Seungkwan's heart raced as he stepped inside, his cheerful demeanor quickly fading. He glanced around the living room and felt a knot in his stomach when he saw his Dadda sleeping on the couch, unusually still. "Dadda?" he called softly, moving closer.

As he approached, worry flooded over him. Wonwoo was shivering and whimpering in his sleep, his face pale and drawn. "Daddy Mingyu!" Seungkwan cried out, fear evident in his voice.

Mingyu hurried in, sensing the urgency in Seungkwan's tone. "Why? What's wrong?" he said frantically.

The moment he saw Wonwoo curled up on the couch, his heart dropped. He rushed over, kneeling beside his husband. "Babe!" he called, gently shaking him.

Wonwoo stirred but didn't fully wake. Mingyu could feel the heat radiating from him, and it sent a wave of panic through him. "Come on, wake up, please," Mingyu urged, his voice trembling.

"Dadda!" Seungkwan sobbed, tears streaming down his cheeks as he watched. "Please wake up!"

After a few more shakes, Wonwoo finally opened his eyes, blinking groggily as he tried to register what was happening. "Mingyu?" he mumbled, his voice weak.