「 Pocket SF9 」

✨{07}

This was a horrible day for you.

All of SF9 caught a cold besides Hwiyoung. They all stayed in their tiny beds, whining and moping around in pain with their tiny noses stuffed. Their cheeks were red and their eyes puffy. Together, you and Hwiyoung took each of their temperatures, noticing how high each of them were.

"Okay guys, stay away from Hwiyoung. You all have a fever and I can't bare to take care of all 9 of you", you sighed, putting down the thermometer and resting your head on the desk.

"Y/N, my tummy hurts~"
"I can see stars~"
"OH MY GOD, Y/N AM I GOING TO DIE?!?!"
"My feet are cold..."
"That's what you get for being tall, Rowoon hyung"

They continued to whine under their blankets, giving you and Hwiyoung a headache.

"Guys! Calm down, would you? Can't you see that Y/N wants to pull her hair out?!", Hwiyoung scolded all of them, annoyed.

"Meh, you're just a- ACHOOO!", Dawoon sneezed loudly into his blanket.

"Eww...gross", you grimaced.
"Hyung, you could've just asked for a tissue..."

"Whatever, Youngkyun! I'm sick!", the older crossed his arms.

"Youngbin hyung, can you scold Dawon?", Hwiyoung asked his leader.

"Dawon, don't yell at- ACHOO!", Youngbin sniffles, his cheeks puffy. "Ugh... I hate this...", he mumbled, snuggling his blanket.

"I can't feed you guys medicine because I'm afraid I'll give you guys too much. Sorry, guys", you sighed, looking at all of the sick little boys.

"It's fine, Y/N", Rowoon tried to smile. "Hey, at least you can take care of me because I took care of you"

You laughed, sighing at the memory. It has almost been two months since you allowed them to live in your room, and Rowoon was the first one to open up to you.

"It's not fine, Rowoon! I feel like my guts will spill everywhere in less than 10 seconds and my head feels like air is filled in it!", Jaeyoon shouts.

"Your head has been filled with air, Jaeyoon-ah", Inseong pats his friend's shoulder, shaking his head.

"Why I outta-"

"I'M HUNGRY!!", Taeyang suddenly whines, rolling around in his bed. You looked at the little sunshine shocked, he never says a lot and with him raising his voice you could tell that he's in pain.

"What about soup?", Hwiyoung insists, looking at the rest of the members.

"With tea?", Zuho asks, sneezing into a tissue.

"Can we do that?", Hwiyoung looks up at you, tilting his head.

"Sure, if it gets Jaeyoon to quit whining and Dawon to stop screaming, then I'm all in", you replied.

"What type of soup will it be?", Chani asked.

"Miso or chicken?", you asked all of them.

"CHICKEN", the all shouted in unison.

"Okay, Hwiyoung let's go. We'll be back shortly", you waved, scooping up Hwiyoung in your hands and walking down the stairs. You got out the canned soup with a pot and started to pour it in. Hwiyoung sat on your shoulder, watching you prepare the soup, giving you small pieces of advice and encouragement. The both of you listened to music, having a nice time as you cooked.

"Hey Hwiyoung", you looked at your shoulder.

"Yes, Y/N?", he asked, his brown eyes looking into your eyes.