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Nichkhun

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An unexpected night/morning caring for Nichkhun

4:07 A.M

The blinking numbers seemed to be screaming at you, commanding you to go to sleep just as your body was but you couldn't be fazed by it nor the way your eye lids fell closed unwillingly. You couldn't let the exhaustion get the best of you, not when you'd gotten this far. Shake it off, (Y/N). You peeled your eyes away from the demanding numbers and focused them on the view from the windows across the room. Even the vibrant Hong Kong seemed to be fast asleep but you took comfort in the occasional car zooming by on the street below, probably occupied by sleepy men and women on their way to work or party goers ready to end their night of debauchery. 

The rustling of blankets and tiny moans of discomfort dragged you out of your tired daze, immediately bringing your attention to the figure on the bed beside you now tossing and turning in a subconscious attempt to toss off the blankets wrapped around him. A few droplets of sweat gathered between his furrowed brows similarly to the layer of sweat that lay across his bare torso. You placed the back of your hand on his forehead as gently as possible, not wanting to awaken him from his slumber any further while checking his fever. Relief washed over you once you felt he was certainly cooler than he was an hour ago when you last checked. Just as you began to push away his now slightly damp hair from him forehead his eyes fluttered open ever so slightly, full lashes sweeping his skin softly. As he slowly recognized you before him his eyes opened wider and the confusion was evident in them.

"Hi." You murmured with a tender smile.

"Hi. What..." His voice was rasp with sleep and you already knew the unspoken questions he had at the tip of his tongue.

"Apparently you fainted during rehearsals from exhaustion. You even developed a fever but I think you're okay now." Simply relaying what the doctor and JunHo had told you over the phone and when you arrived made your smile fall but not enough for him to notice. His brows drew together further as he tried to recall fainting or being brought to his hotel room but from his unchanging expression it didn't seem to come back to him. 

"As for me, I was lucky enough to be able to book a flight as soon as JunHo told me what happened and I've been here for," you glanced at the bedside clock that was a lot less bothersome now before meeting his gaze again "about three hours now."

He reached for your hand that was absent mindedly rested above his head and held it firmly between the both of you. "I'm really sorry you had to come all the way down here. I don't even remember feeling that tired or anything." His mind seemed to be wandering off again, trying to make sense of everything once more and you squeezed his hand reassuringly. 

"I'm just glad you're doing better. You had me worried there but now –" A yawn escaped you mid sentence, reminding you of your persistent tiredness as well as making it know to him.

"You look exhausted yourself, have you slept yet?" He asked as his eyes scanned your features with genuine concern. You gave him a sheepish smile in return and shook your head no, ready to be scolded though you should have been scolding him instead. His lips parted as if he really were about to scold you but he hesitated.

"I would tell you how important it is for you to get some rest but I guess I'm not qualified to do so at the moment." He admitted with a small chuckle. 

"At least you can admit to it. And as your temporary nurse I couldn't go to sleep until I knew you were feeling better."

He eyed you curiously at the words "temporary nurse" but you didn't give him a chance to interrupt you.

"Now, I still have to check your temperature to make sure you really are okay now."

"I feel f-"

"No no no, I don't wanna hear any of that. You probably said the same thing minutes before you fainted. All you have to do is let me take care of you like a good patient." With your free hand you reached for the thermometer on the nightstand and brought it to his lips.

"If I let you check my temperature will you go to sleep with me after?"

You almost scoffed at the way he tried to negotiate with you and simply brought the thermometer even closer to him so it brushed against his bottom lip. "I can't, if I fall asleep now and your fever rises again I probably won't be able to wake up. I want to be sure that that's not going to happen before I even consider sleeping."

Of all things you expected him to do, turning his head defiantly in the opposite direction was not one of them.

"Khunnie," you whined "do not do this to me." You tried to pull your other hand free from his but he only tightened his grip as he spoke. 

"I'll behave as long as you sleep with me. At the rate you're going, you're gonna end up passing out and sleeping right