Seventeen ; You Wearing Their Clothes While You’re Sick
Requested by @whyiseveryonecrying
I wasn’t sure whether you meant while you are sick or while they are sick, so I kinda just went off which one sounded cuter ><;;
Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy and I hope you have a good day ❤️
Seungcheol would inwardly melt a little. However, he has a lot on his mind — your illness being mainly that. Therefore, he would not react much and would continue his usual ministrations as an act-in father.
“I know you’re cute but that looks a little cold, jagiya, and I would like you to try to keep warm.”
You scrunched your nose at him in response, reaching for his waist.
“Yes, I know,” he pouted back at you, “I would cuddle you but I’ve got twelve kids to look after as well.”
Jeonghan would giggle, dropping into his motherly persona at the sight of you. He would find it, paired with your illness that had you hardly mobile, adorable, and he would not be afraid to display that.
“Poor (F/n)~,” he cooed teasingly, joining you beneath the sheet, “so sick that you can’t even tell your own clothes apart from your boyfriend’s.”
You frowned at him, rolling away from him as far as you could before the duvet stopped you.
“If you tease me one more time today, Jeonghan, I’ll cough on you.”
Similarly to Seungcheol, Jisoo would be distracted with his task of caring for you to be concerned over what of his you were wearing at the time. If it made you comfortable, he might even encourage it.
“Joshhh,” you groaned, squirming till you found yourself positioned across his lap, “my throat hurts.”
He hummed, toying lovingly with strands of your hair. Dark irises were sparkling down at you, filled with affection.
“Yes~. I gave you painkillers already. They’ll kick in soon.”
The image of you with his shirt stuck to your skin, your thighs bared from midway, as if he was claiming you, was honestly a turn on for him. He had already failed at the task of caring for you, and so some slight flirting would be sure to cause you no harm.
“Junhui,” You sniffled, attempting to roll away from him, however getting tangled up in the bed sheets, “can you stop.”
He was wearing a wide, playful grin — reminding you to evade telling him when you were next sick.
“I’ll get someone else to look after me then,” you dared to joke, seconds before Jun dropped his weight atop of you.
This child would crumble. He’d mumble out an odd string of nonsense before giggling and grinning at you. Then, he would latch onto you and cuddle you for as long as he could, nuzzling into you and potentially catching your illness as well.
“Did you fall asleep, Soonyoung?” You inquired hearing his breathing level out and feeling his weight relax against you.
With no response, you could go off of the obvious evidence.
Reaching up to push strands of hair from his forehead, you gave him a small smile. Such a hamster boyfriend.
Wonwoo is somewhat unsurprised as he is used to seeing you in his clothing. He might ruffle your hair, or mumble about how you should wear his sweater instead to stay warm, but would be mostly uncaring.
“I told you to change into my sweater,” he mumbled, setting down a glass of water at the bedside table.
You pouted, “Wonwoo, it’s hot already in here. I don’t need a second layer.”
“That’s your fever talking. Once it’s night time, you’ll be freezing,” he explained, turning to find the right item of clothing.
Inwardly, Jihoon would be absolutely excited by this idea — having a partner wearing his clothes, what a couple-y idea. However, outwardly, he would scold you, trying desperately to hide the reddening of his cheeks.
“Ohh, jagiya, that’s my shirt,” Jihoon groaned, “can’t you keep all the sickness to your clothes?”
You giggled playfully at him, “jeez, be nicer to your partner, it’s rude to say that they have germs.”
Despite his complaints, Jihoon could not keep his eyes off of you, even as he left the bedroom.
An innocently cute response that very much makes you want to wear his clothing more often. He’ll peer at you, slightly wide-eyed, curious as to why you picked his clothing, pouting at you before continuing his attempts at caring for you.
“What’re you wearing that for?” Minghao inquired, observing you curled up on the mattress in his clothing.
You opened your eyes and frowned at him in response, “they’re comfortable.”
He crawled into bed, pulling the covers over you to warm you, pouting, “that’s weird, jagiya.”
Seokmin’s trademark smile would plaster to his face the moment he caught you. Similarly to Soonyoung, he would crumble at the sight of you and immediately crawl into bed with you to cuddle you despite the high chances of joining you in illness.
“(F/n), my cute (s/o),” he giggled, arms tightening around you, nuzzled against your shoulder.
“Seokmin, I love you, but I can’t breathe.”
He drew away and then his eyes found yours, slipped down your front, admiring you in his clothing. He loved it so much.
Also incredibly attracted to the idea of you dressed in his clothing. Very much trying to hide that and continue in his role of Minghousewife, he will not show his intense attraction.
“Sit up so I can feed you soup, jagi,” he gestured, and propping a pillow up behind you as you did as he’d asked.
A toothy grin passed over his lips as he, yet again, caught sight of his clothing on you.
“Hm, remind me to do something with this once you’ve gotten better,” he hummed, hinting at an interesting time.
Will definitely sass you for it, no contest. When you stumbled into the lounge and flopped onto the sofa, he furrowed his eyebrows at you and, no matter how ill you look, will shoot a remark about it towards you.
“Excuse me, those are my clothes,” he commented, pouting at you with an almost genuinely upset expression.
You giggled, the giggle transforming into a coughing fit that had his fingers raking through your hair.
“You’re getting your germs all over them and all over me.”
Unsure whether he finds it sexy or extremely adorable. His response is to engulf you in an embrace. Later, Hansol will give you a few of his old t-shirts and sweatpants just because he loved it so much.
“Quit distracting me, (F/n),” he grinned, with your form held tightly between his arms, “I was writing lyrics.”
You had no reply, enjoying being in his grasp and the sweet warmth that came with it.
Having him with you was comforting when it came to fighting an illness. You wanted to be selfish and have him here for just a little bit longer.
Absolutely amazed by the idea that his (s/o) wants to wear his clothing, and that even in this state you made the effort to put them on. He wants to brag about it to the members, that baby Chan has this kind of relationship.
“Omo, (F/n),” he trailed off, eyes rounded and lips parted in shock. You stumbling into the kitchen wearing his shirt and sweatpants was a sight he’d not prepared himself to expect.
You only approached and nuzzled into his chest, and he drew you into him.
“You’re so silly,” he murmured, his nose finding its way into your hair.
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