Mystictober 2022 | Day 15 - Favorite CG
Part 1 here by @melmellimelon123 ! <3
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...Colors faded out of your focus and for a split second you feared to fall unconscious on the ground. Somewhere in the depths of your mind there's a voice calling out your name before you're coughing up once again.
You gasped pained as a pair of arms came around your waist, helping you stand despite your whole world spinning like you're on a carousel you didn't buy a ticket for. “(N)! Can you hear me? Hey—” But it's too late, vision turned black.
Thus you didn't know where exactly you laid once you woke up. It's a bed, yet it's not yours as it's stiffer to the touch. You groaned, rubbing your eyes free from the slight headache that pounded ever so rudely against your skull. “Ngh.. shit.” You muttered annoyed.
After taking care of everyone; you would've never thought it's going to push you over your own physical limits. At least not the very extreme of an black out. “(N), are you awake?”
The rough voice hit your eardrums somewhat muffled. “Hm? I.. Yeah, I think.” You rubbed your forehead next, only to feel how hot it was.
“Good. For a second I thought we have to call an ambulance.” Now you recognized the voice; the red hair paired with blueish eyes staring back as his hands were holding up a plate with food. You blinked at him afterwards.
A wheeze escaping your lips. “Saeran...” You frowned when remembering you'd wanted to check up on him next; yet failed miserably. “Oh God. Sorry... I think I just overwhelmed my body.”
He raised an eyebrow when sitting down at the edge of the bed, looking not impressed at all. “Are you seriously apologizing to me?” He asked rather annoyed.
“Shouldn't you apologize to yourself instead!? You kept pushing for everyone and forgot to take care of yourself.” He scolded, which's a rare thing for Saeran considering he often had no energy left to either care or if, point it out verbally.
You sat up; the blush of shame rushing over your cheeks. “Yeah, I know.. I'm–” The words got stuck in the back of your throat. “Honestly, you would've been my last point on the list.”
“I just couldn't find the time because everyone needed something. And now the situation's switched.” You cracked a tired smile; pointing down to the plate that had your favorite food on it. Saeran followed your stare and clicked his tongue behind the teeth.
His cool eyes stared back in the familiar serious demander, showing he's not up for any kind of arguing. “I was doing okay, perhaps you should worry about yourself first?” He offered sarcastically.
You avoided his eyes, grabbing the blanket between your fingers to keep your mind functional. “I was about to finished for the day, oka—” But he interrupted you immediately. “How do you expect to help when you burn your energy out, huh?”
Fair point, you thought embarrassed. Saeran's lips escaped a sharp exhale of air while putting down the plate on the nightstand. “You're the party coordinator, for fuck's sake. Not the RFA mom.” That made you giggle.
“Seriously..” He shook his head defeated, letting your admire the fire red strands of hair falling chaotically over his forehead from the corner of your eyes. “Hope this fucking taught you something about crossing boundaries.”
You felt your chest warm up; he really was worried, you figured. The door suddenly got pushed open and the older twin with exact same hair color stretched his head through. “(N)..?”
He sounded almost sad, it had you title your head in confusion. “Yeah? What is it?” Saeyoung's lips parted until they closed again.
He entered the room, then. Followed by the whole group that apparently waited in front of the door for God knows how long. Yoosung fumbled with his fingers, a regretful expression on his face that he shared with the actor. Even Jaehee wore wrinkles of concern on her face; the only one looking normal had been the CEO.
Saeyoung avoided the death glare of his brother to kneel down beside you on the bed. “(N), we're.. so sorry for not noticing you stepping over yourself.” He apologized in his odd albeit grounded tone.
“He's right,” Yoosung suddenly shouted after making fists out of his hands. “We should've seen how you're overworking yourself for us! But– We were too busy with the Halloween preparations..” Zen patted his shoulder for comfort.
You met these blood colored eyes which spoke more than words; as an actor, Zen was trained in communicating that way. “We're so sorry, dear. It's our fault for not paying attention.”
“I also would like to apologize to you.” Jaehee pushed her glasses up with one hand, a similar red on her cheeks for the same reasons forming on her otherwise pale face. “We promise to watch over you better in return, please know we care very much about you..”
You felt little tears betray you as the words reached deeper than you would've suspected. “As the others said. You should now recover.” Jumin crossed his arms, giving you a fainted hint of a smile by tugging on the corners of his mouth.
The actor sneezed out loudly, scaring the young college student to death. “Sorry, still sick. Ugh..” Jaehee reached him a handkerchief in good faith.
It made you giggle; drawing back all eyes as you couldn't help but nod to their sweet care. It never failed to let you feel important, was that the reason for you overworking yourself in the first place? Perhaps it was. Maybe you wanted to ensure everyone's ready and secure in their actions. Whatever the reasons might've been, you're grateful to know they cared.
“Thank you everyone for looking out for me,” You patted Saeoyung's head when he shot you puppy eyes. “I trust that you didn't mean to overlook it.”
Yoosung pressed his fist over his heart by that. “Thank you, (N)! I was so worried you think we don't care about your health.” As direct as ever, some things truly never changed.
Saeran narrowed his eyes in discomfort because Saeyoung gave him the same kind of look afterwards. “Alright, I'm goning to take care of (N) for now.” He exclaimed.
“You all go back to your preparations and whatnot..” He shoved his brother by the shoulder, who cried out in repose. “But Saeraan~ My bro.. Give me some love too..” And the younger one sneered unconsciously. “Get out before I hit you.”
Zen laughed at the display, one last time he rubbed his nose clean. “Alright, we'll do. We see you at the Halloween party, (N)! Take it easy until then.” The thumbs up pleased the actor.
Yoosung waved wamrly before leaving. “Yeah! We get you some of your favorite snacks in the meantime. Recover well, (N).” Jaehee and Jumin wished you to get well soon too.
Saeyoung remained a moment longer; keeping his fist out for you to bump. As you did, the smile on his face ligthened up drastically. “Get some vitamins! Saeran actually made that food himself so tasty time's guaranteed!”
“Get out now, goddamn it-” Saeran hissed, watching how his twin took a bow and left the bedroom again. Shameless, the younger one thought. You hid the grin behind your hand.
For a second silence dominated the air. Saeran ran his hand through his hair, having you pay attention to the small strands that stood up from his head. “They are such an handful..”
He lifted his head; gazing into your eyes. “How do you do this every day?” The question had been put out with so little breath, you laughed. “Haha well,” it reduced to a chuckle”
“They're just.. Worth it. You know?” You and Saeran exchanged another silent conversation, then he shurgged his shoulders and went for the plate. “If you say so.” He sounded deadpan. “Now eat.”
Even more deadpan since he pressed the plate to your chest. A sneaky thought crept into your head, making you raise an eyebrow. “If I don't.. Will you feed me?” It had the young man flinching.
“I–” But then he stiffened with the red chasing into the tips of his ears. Turning his head away. “Just eat already! I won't feed you even in your dreams, so don't even think about it..”
