Eunwoo→ Lee Dongmin
Deep breaths. No wait, don't breathe-he might get sick too. Oh god, what am I suppose to do? Maybe I should play dead.
...honestly I don't understand where my thoughts come from. I know that I need to calm down and play it cool, but he is literally right outside the door. Him just being here is making my heart pump faster than it should.
Ok. Deep breaths through the nose. Can he get sick by my nose breath? My goodness, I think I took too much cold medicine. I am slowly going insane, I believe.
Oh. Here he comes. Quickly cover myself with my blanket that has no been washed in over a week. Comb back my ratted hair. Hold back my lame words so he doesn't regret coming here.
"How are you feeling, babe?" Dongmin asks gently as he entered the room, a small bowl in his hands. I could faintly see the steam rising and guessed he had made soup. He closed the bright white door behind him, heading straight for me.
Oh right. I gotta answer. "Fine?" I respond half-heartedly, closing my lips tightly together afterward. Man, I should have just smiled and questioned what was in the bowl. I just answered a question, with a question.
He smiles beautifully anyway, a light twinkle of amusement in his eye. Carefully, he pulls my desk chair close to the bed and sits down. He swiftly scooped a spoonful of soup and looked to me. "You hungry?"
Well I mean yes. You are obviously going to feed me, right? That must mean that I have to eat it no matter the cost. I can't hurt your feelings.
"A little," I laugh, lifting myself up to lean against the bedroom wall. As soon as I did, a tickle in my throat disrupted my thoughts, causing me to hack up a lung right in front of him. And it hurt. Real bad. But my first concern was turning away from my precious boyfriend so he wouldn't get contaminated.
Dongmin leans forward. "Take it easy," he whispers, immediately rubbing my back to soothe the cough. "You have to be careful, alright?"
I nodded, embarrassed. I could have just played it off like boys do in the movies. Dongmin could be my sweet angel girl and I the bad boy that so happens to get sick after years of being fine. But no, I'm stuck as a lame female that gets sick constantly and most disgustingly.
You can just hear how stuffy my nose is. See how bad I look by just a glance. And yet, this is all happening in front of my first ever boyfriend. Luck is on my side today.
Steadily, he lifts up the spoon, heading towards me after blowing on it. Real wide, I open my eyes first, staring at the food. Then, I open my mouth as wide as I could.
Dongmin burst into laughter, pulling the soup back. My cheeks flushed pink. "Oh cute," he tells me through his giggle. "That was cute."
Cute? Cute is good. Yes, cute means good. Okay, so he thinks I'm cute. This is fine.
So he repeats the step, holding back his laughter this time and carefully feeding me. After awhile of small spoon gulps, I decided I was finished and too tired to deal with food. I turn away from him and slowly sink into my bed and under the covers.
"Tired?" He asks, setting the half empty bowl on my dresser. He comes to sit down beside me on the bed, flipping back his dark black hair to see me better. "Wanna sleep?"
Yes. That would be wonderful. I can't make mistakes when sleeping, can I? Nope, I can't. Sleeping sounds great.
I agreed to sleeping.
"Okay. I'll stay here until you fall asleep," he tells me in a soft voice. "Just don't snore." Jokingly, he kisses my cheek and squeezes my nose lightly.
...snore?
I can't believe I forgot that could happen. Oh no! What if I snore while he is here? What if he finds it unattractive and no longer loves me? The guilt would eat me alive!
Dongmin stands to his feet. "Although, that would be kinda cute." He winks at me while going back to sit in my desk chair. "Sleep peacefully, babe."
I can't sleep peacefully now, or ever. That's it. I can't go on. I really think I should play dead. My life is over anyway. Can't eat, can't sleep. What's the point?
"But-" I start to argue with his statement. "Snoring is an awful sound. How could it be cute?"
He beams at me, with his cheeks high in the air. "Because you are doing it. And so, it makes it adorable." Again, he brushes back his hair from his face, making my attention wander to the movement. He probably knew by now that it was one of my favorite moves; he is so beautiful I get distracted.
I furrowed my eyebrows. "Liar." Snoring was not cute on anyone. It was a horrible sound that would keep me awake for nights on end. The only person capable of being cute while snoring would be Dongmin, because he is the definition of adorable. Another reason why I don't believe his thoughts of me.
He raises his hands in the air in defense. "No, no. I'm not lying. You are so cute!" Dongmin leans back on the wheely chair, patting down his white tee and smilling. "Of course I'd think highly of my girlfriend."
I sighed and rolled over to look at him fully. "Really?"
He nods. "Yes." His hand reaches out to comb back my hair. "Even when you aren't feeling well, you are quite pretty. You should believe my words over the crazy thoughts in your head," he jokes, poking my forehead.
I bit my lip to confine my happiness. I knew that if I didn't try to hide my reaction, he would see it completely and always remind me of this moment, much to my unfortune.
I was happy he was mine. Happy he was here, taking care of my disgustingness and still being able to tolerate me. It was one of my dreams to have a beautiful prince always take care of me.
"Go to sleep," Dongmin tells me, pulling up the dirty blanket. "You need to rest to feel better. We are going to the park tomorrow with my friends, remember?"
...park?
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😂😂😂 This is different from my usual writing style, but I hope you enjoyed!
