You can call me Lissy! I am 19 years old (07 liner) and primarily will write for zerobaseone and and2ble. I am potentially open to writing for other groups in the future.
My writing will most likely be infrequent as I work full time, but requests will always be open! :)
✶⋆.˚ pairing: gunwook x gn!healthcare worker!reader
✶⋆.˚ warnings: reader is tired, fluff, hint of angst if u squint maybe, healthcare working. gunwook calls reader a raisin, cringe gross love idk, not proofread!!
✶⋆.˚ requested?: nope!
✶⋆.˚ author's note: lowk this is purely indulgent LMFAO.
The apartment was eerily quiet as you stepped through the front door. You hung up your keys, kicking off your shoes in the process. It was a long day, just like it always was. The floor was always busy.
It wasn’t that you hated your job, no, never that. It was just the principle. You were just always tired. The twelve-hour shifts, the constantly on your feet, the rare breaks, the never-ending call lights.
You rubbed your face, dropping your bag on the table by the door, alongside your badge. “Gunwook?” You called out. No answer. It wasn’t like the apartment was big. There were only so many places he could be. You started to head to the living room. Maybe he was lounging on the couch, perhaps asleep. He wasn’t there. He wasn’t in the kitchen either. You would’ve heard him the moment you walked into the room.
“Gunwook!” You called out again, this time louder.
“In here!” You hear a faint voice.
You followed the sound of his voice mindlessly. The bedroom, of course. Where else would he be?
You entered the bedroom finding the lights dimmed and sheets perfectly crisp. He entered out of the closet, a robe in hand. “How was work?” He asked casually, coming over to press a kiss onto your forehead. You could only let out a sigh in response to his question. “That bad, huh?” He chuckled, guiding you into the bathroom. A bath was already drawn, awaiting your arrival.
Gunwook pressed another kiss onto your skin. This time onto your temple. “Take your time. I’ll be waiting for you when you’re done.” He spoke before exiting the room.
You let out a heavy sigh, beginning to strip from your scrubs and remove the god forsaken compression socks that were currently trapping your feet. You slowly sank into the warm water; your body instantly melting into the warmth. You close your eyes, allowing yourself to finally rest.
After what felt like hours you emerged from the now cold water. Your body shriveled up like a raisin. You slipped on the robe your boyfriend prepared for you, the fabric soft against your skin,
“You’re the cutest raisin, did you know that?” Gunwook’s voice rang out from behind you. He stood in the doorway; his frame filling the wide space. You gave him a look through the mirror as he stepped closer. “I mean it..” He murmured, arms slinking around your waist as you began your skin care.
For a while he just watched you. Not speaking, just observing. He watched as you meticulously put on each product, not skipping a single step. “I love this.” You broke the silence, watching as your boyfriend’s eyebrows rose up.