SEVENTEEN | SICKFICS - HURTFICS I

JeongCheol | Appendicitis Part I

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Seungcheol and Jeonghan lived in a grand mansion on the outskirts of the city, a place that almost felt too big for just the two of them. It was a testament to Seungcheol's success in the business world-a towering structure with walls that whispered of wealth and power. The gardens outside bloomed all year round, carefully manicured by staff, and inside, everything was polished to perfection. It was a life that many would envy, and indeed, Jeonghan had to pinch himself sometimes to remind himself that it was real.

At first, when Seungcheol had insisted that Jeonghan stay at home and not work, Jeonghan had been hesitant. He was independent by nature, and he liked the idea of contributing in his own way. But Seungcheol had been persistent, even charming, when he asked Jeonghan to focus on their home and their relationship. "I want to take care of you," Seungcheol had said one evening as they sat on the balcony, the lights of the city twinkling below them. "Let me take care of the world for both of us. You deserve nothing less than everything I can give."

So, Jeonghan had agreed. And although it had been a little strange at first, the transition had felt right. Soon, he found himself waking up early every day to prepare Seungcheol's breakfast. Pancakes, eggs, toast-whatever Seungcheol's heart desired that morning. Jeonghan would hum as he moved around the kitchen, always careful not to wake Seungcheol before his alarm went off. He knew his boyfriend's routines like the back of his hand-how Seungcheol liked his coffee black, no sugar, how he liked his shirts pressed and his shoes polished.

On weekdays, he would prepare a packed lunch for Seungcheol, making sure there were snacks to keep him energized throughout the day. Sometimes, he would even slip a little note into the lunchbox, just a few words of encouragement or a reminder of how much he loved him. It was his way of showing Seungcheol that, even though he wasn't working outside the home, he was still contributing. And it made him feel needed, in a way that was more intimate than any job he could have had.

When Seungcheol returned home, Jeonghan would greet him with a smile, sometimes a kiss on the cheek, always a warm hug. He would take his jacket off, hang it in the closet, and prepare a warm meal for dinner-something simple, yet always filled with love. Seungcheol would often tell him how much he appreciated everything, his voice soft and sincere, his arms wrapped around Jeonghan's waist as he kissed him.

Jeonghan, on his part, had begun to enjoy this routine. Though he'd never admit it, he liked the sense of control he had over the home, the way he could make Seungcheol's days smoother, more pleasant. The mansion, large as it was, began to feel like a place of comfort and peace, especially when the two of them were together.

One evening, as they sat down for dinner, Seungcheol looked at Jeonghan with a soft gaze, his eyes filled with affection. "I know you've been wanting to help in other ways, babe. But I need you to know that you already do so much for me. Your love, your support-it's all I need."

Jeonghan smiled, but there was a slight hesitation in his eyes. "But I want to do more. I feel... like I should be helping you more, contributing in some way that isn't just taking care of you or the house."

Seungcheol reached over, gently taking his hand. "The only thing I want from you is for you to be happy. You're my partner, Han. You make my life whole. And that's all I could ever ask for."

Jeonghan squeezed his hand, his heart full. Perhaps it was true. Perhaps, this life-simple, yet full of love-was enough. After all, there was nothing more he could give than his devotion, and for Seungcheol, that seemed to be more than enough.

As the months passed, the initial rhythm of their life together began to change. The mansion, once filled with the lightness of laughter and shared mornings, now felt quieter, heavier. Seungcheol's work had expanded, growing bigger and more demanding, the weight of it slowly seeping into every corner of his life. Meetings with high-profile clients, back-to-back negotiations, and decisions that affected the future of his company consumed him. He would often return home late at night, eyes weary, his mind still buzzing with the day's pressures.