Caffeine || CHOI SOOBIN FF

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟜𝟜

~Be grateful for the quick update!!~

-Start of Chapter 44-

Time passes in a blur of nonsense.

I've been carrying Y/N on my back for a while now, and she's been chattering non-stop the entire way. I don't even know what she's talking about anymore—something about flying squirrels, ice cream that never melts, and a conspiracy theory involving her socks.

"...and that's why... hic... the moon is secretly a big cookie, Soobin. A cookie!!!"

I bite back a laugh, adjusting my grip on her legs as I keep walking. "Yeah? A cookie? That's an interesting theory."

"It issss! And the stars... they're just crumbs! But no one... no one believes me!" she pouts, burying her face into my shoulder dramatically.

I'm getting tired. My arms feel like they're about to fall off, and every step feels heavier than the last. My legs are burning, and I'm not sure how much longer I can keep carrying her. But the way she's talking, her voice soft and happy, makes it all worth it.

Until suddenly, her rambling slows down. Her grip on my shoulders loosens, and I can feel her head lolling from side to side. That's when I hear it—her breath getting shaky, like she's holding something back.

"Y/N?" I ask, my voice laced with concern. "You okay?"

She doesn't respond, but I can feel her trembling now. Then it hits me—she's feeling nauseous.

Before I can ask again, she lets out a weak groan. "S-Soobin... I don't... I don't feel so good..."

Panic flashes through me, and I stop immediately. Oh no. Oh no no no. She's going to throw up on me.

I know love you Y/N  but I also love my clothes!!

"Hold on!" I quickly squat down, carefully setting her on a nearby park bench we're passing. Her face is pale, and her eyes are squeezed shut, clearly trying to fight the nausea.

"Wait here, okay? Just—don't move!" I say, my voice rising with worry as I bolt in the direction of the nearest convenience store. I've never run so fast in my life, but right now, I just need to get her water, some medicine—anything that'll make her feel better.

"Stay there, Y/N! I'll be right back!" I call out over my shoulder, my heart pounding as I sprint down the street, praying that she holds on until I return.

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As I sprint back to the park, clutching the water bottles and medicine, I half expect to find Y/N still slumped miserably on the bench. Instead, she's on the swings, swaying gently with the biggest grin on her face, giggling like she's the happiest person in the world.

For a moment, I just stand there, catching my breath, watching her like a lovesick fool. How does she manage to look so cute even after almost getting sick?

I shake my head and chuckle. "What am I gonna do with you, Y/N?"

She spots me and slows the swing, dragging her feet along the ground, looking up with this bright, playful smile. 

My heart does that little flip again. Great.

I walk over, kneeling in front of her and twist open the bottle of water. "Here, drink this." I hold it out, still breathing hard from running. "Are you feeling better now? Sobering up a little?"