caretaker - ; - hwang hyunjin x reader
authors note ; honestly, i am so much like this requested reader, i love to care for people so much and if i could i would literally take care of all of them like my babies. feedback is always appreciated, please enjoy!!
genre ; fluff, angst-ish, established relationship
pairing ; sick!hyunjin x reader
content warning ; emetophobia, discussion of vomit but no vomiting, illness, hyunie cries, burnt-out hyunjin
“hyune please you’ve been complaining about your stomach hurting all day, you were so hot when i touched you! please can’t it just wait until tomorrow at least?” you tried to plead with the man who was groggily attempting to set up his recordings spot for the live. you’d been so worried sick about him, but much the workaholic who wanted to keep up his image, hyunjin had insisted he at least do this live.
“y/n, my dear you know i need to try to at least get something done..” hyunjin whined back. he sounded so uncomfortable as he sat down.
“okay just.. if you start to get worse, please tell me? please dumpling?” you attempted to reason.
“okay… fine, i will,” hyunjin responded with a weak smile.
of course, he never told you…
it had only been forty-five minutes since the live had started. now, found yourself rushedly texting chan with a slight stress. hyunjin seemed to just become more and more uncomfortable as the time had gone on. he was now complaining of feeling so cold and shivering, and sweat was causing his stray fringe hairs to stick to his forehead as he seemed even more pale than before.
y/n: please can you come up with some excuse for hyune to get out of the live? he’s seriously not looking good
dad chan 🫡: he did the live still?
y/n: yeah and he needs to stop
dad chan 🫡: alright alright i’ll take care of it
it wasn’t long now before you heard the vibration and ringtone of hyunjin’s phone. he answers while on the live, he’s hugging a throw pillow restlessly with one hand as he holds his phone up with the other.
“hi channie-hung… ….what? you were wanting me to look over those lyrics tonight? aye.. sorry channie, i’ll get to that right away i just have to quick end my live.”
defeated, hyunjin gave a soft and slightly whiny sign off and waved to the camera before ending the live, giving an even louder whine this time.
he curls up on the sofa with a groan, clutching around his middle now as he looks up at you with almost teary eyes. he croaks out softly, with that iconic pout that he always has with those plush, beautiful lips, “i should have listened to you.. i think i’m gonna… fuck.. no…”
hyunjin cries out softly as he blinks back tears, reaching a weak hand out for you. you are by his side within an instant.
you are methodically rubbing shapes into his back as you try to console him.
“just so tired, love.. trying to get everything done lately ‘s been so hard..” hyunjin croaked out in a weak, needy voice.
“i’m gonna get you an ice pack okay..? you’re so warm, dumpling,” you coo softly at him, trailing your hand down his cheek. your palm takes a brief pause over his cheekbone to thumb a few loving strokes into his cheek before continuing its path down his cheek and jaw.
you kiss his clammy, warm forehead briefly and stand up, smiling and humming in response to his weak but affectionate and appreciative gaze.
as you’re returning with a cool washcloth and an ice pack you hear the sickening sound of hyunjin’s dry heaving with dramatic whimpers peppered between the saddening noises.
“y/n..!” hyunjin wailed softly, in your direction. you rush to his side at the sofa, quickly grabbing the small trash that was in the room and kneeling beside him once more.
“i’m here jinnie.. i’m here..” you tried to console the poor boy, running your fingers through his sweat-dampened hair.
“don’t wanna puke.. d-don’t wanna puke..” the sick boy whimpered sadly as he continued to retch, one arm guarding his stomach while his free hand shot out to wrap around your lower back and pull you closer. you were such a comfort to him, he needed you as close as possible.
luckily, with a little bit of time and some slow strokes of his hair, the nausea began to subside, leaving the boy laying there and whimpering like a kicked puppy.
“i’m sorry you’re so sick baby.. lets get you to bed, yeah?” you suggest as he weakly sits up with a groan.
“yes please..” hyunjin croaks softly.
“i’ll make you some soup after you rest a little while okay?” you offer. you reach out to him to assist him to stand up, trying to help brace him. he graciously leans into you, following you to his bedroom and to his bed.
slumping into the bed, he just curls into his sheets and looks up at you with those desperate, puppy-dog eyes.
“stay please? too scared without you,” he asked softly, looking up at you where you sat at the edge of the bed.
“of course hyune, i’ll stay..” you answered, slotting yourself into the bed beside the man, sat up with your back against the headboard. he settles his aching head against your warm thighs and hooks his arms around your waist comfortably, as if that was meant to be his spot.
your fingers find their way to his scalp once more, soothingly massaging through the sensitive roots of his hair.
“should’ve listened to you,” hyunjin mused softly, already closing his eyes as he began to submit to his sickened exhaustion. now wasn’t the time to scold him. you just allowed your poor heartthrob to rest.