genre fluff , sickfic, gwangil x fem!reader cw cold/flu symptoms , food mention wc 374 request yes note missing gwangil hours 25/8 oml my baby :( net @kstrucknet
16:24 . . . “Did you take acetaminophen?”
All you got was a weak nod in response from Gwangil who was wrapped under three blankets, cheek pressed against a pillow. You felt his forehead again, warmth immediately spreading to your palm. His temperature had been high all day, and you were worried. He rarely got sick, but whenever a fever hit him, it always took a while for him to recover fully.
Your fingers trailed higher, pushing his hair away from his face and smoothing the messy curls that had formed from sleeping all day. “What about dinner? Think you can stomach some soup?”
“Maybe something brothy,” he croaked out a whisper.
“Alright,” you hummed. “As long as you eat something.”
“What about you? Work today?” Gwangil asked, eyes squinting open. You rubbed his cheek with your thumb, eyes holding his tired gaze.
“Same as usual. I’m more worried about you, though. You never get over the flu very quickly.”
“It can’t last forever,” he mumbled, closing his eyes again.
“Go back to sleep before dinner. I’ll make the soup,” you proposed. You moved to stand up, but Gwangil’s hand caught your wrist, keeping your palm on his cheek.
“Five minutes. Just until I fall back asleep,” he murmured.
You smiled, amused. Your boyfriend was always vocal about what he wanted, whether it was the menu for dinner or plans for the day. When it came to physical affection, you both initiated equally and rarely got shy with each other. Perhaps it was due to dating for so long now; you practically knew each other inside out now. There was no secret Gwangil could hide from you. You could always tell exactly what he was feeling just by glancing at his face.
Right now, you could tell he had missed you. Spending the entire day home alone, even if he had been asleep for the majority of it, was never his ideal plan. He could never be away from you for too long without getting that heavy feeling in his chest; one that reminded him just how much he relied on your presence every day. A few minutes of your fingers combing through his hair was more than enough to satisfy the ache he had felt all day.
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genre. hurt/comfort.
warnings. reader has rly bad friends. nothing is described much in detail but being left out, being taken advantage of/used, etc all mentioned crying. kissing. not proofread.
pairing. gwangil x fem!reader.
wc. 816.
request. requested by @completely-zoned-out for #10: “you're safe here with me."
a/n. ever since the lucy concert gwangil has wrecked me like crazy esp his solo stages those were my fav of the entire concert :(
Gwangil’s mind raced with possible explanations as to why you had shown up at his door at nearly 11 at night, eyes welling with tears that were threatening to spill over the surface. There had always been dozens of unanswered questions between you and him, yet despite the lack of answers, there was always a feeling of trust and safety that never faltered.
You both liked each other a lot, spending far too much time together to still count as just “friends”. It was obvious how you felt about him to anyone who saw the way you looked at him. Not even counting the multiple occasions you had given in to the urge to taste his lips, everyone could tell that the line between friends and lovers had been ridiculously blurred.
Gwangil had originally met you through his friends, who had connections with your friend group, of which he was a little doubtful of. He first noticed you because of how obvious it was that you were being excluded from conversations and activities. At first, he felt bad for you, silently watching your face fall whenever you realized that no one was listening to what you were saying. Gwangil was— he always did. He found your voice the only one he wanted to pay attention to in the entire room.
When his feelings of pity for you turned to feelings of anger for your “friends”, he started to make a move to include you whenever he could. You were smart and pretty— there was no obvious reason why anyone wouldn’t want to be friends with you.
And after months of talking with you, Gwangil learned you were much more than just smart and pretty. Your ambition, your dreams, your kindness, your selflessness, and all the other amazing qualities that he could list off of the top of his head, only drew him in more. And eventually, he found himself falling head over heels in love with you, although he tried to conceal it at first.
Your “friends” had always bothered him, and the way you tried to justify their actions irked him even more. The longer you hung out with them, the more they took advantage of you, using your longing for real connection to embarrass you or make you uncomfortable. You were like their guinea pig, yet you continued to go along with whatever they said, not seeing how toxic they were.
Gwangil could assume a million possible ways that they might have pushed you to your breaking point. He couldn’t be mad at you for not realising earlier how ill-suited they were for you. Neither did he want to try to understand why they did it to you in the first place. He could only feel a detestable hatred towards them for driving you to this point; tears streaming down your cheeks, having no one to rely on but him.
He thanked God that at least he was able to be there for you as he pulled you into his chest and shut the front door. He held you tightly, letting your emotions spill over as much as they needed to after being ignored for so long. He didn’t need an explanation right now, all he needed was for you to be okay.
“It’s okay, Y/n. I’m here. You’re safe here with me.” He whispered reassuringly into your ear.
He had always found emotions confusing and overwhelming, so he was surprised at how natural the comforting words came to him. But everything came naturally when it was you. Becoming friends was natural, falling in love was natural, holding each other, kissing each other, thinking about each other every waking moment— everything that had felt so foreign and distant and unattainable to Gwangil was present and simple when it was with you.
His words seemed to be exactly what you needed. He felt your breathing steady, the wet patch that had developed on his shirt slowly drying, as you were no longer crying. You felt awful in so many ways, and wanted to do everything possible to forget the day you had just experienced. Gwangil’s arms were your safe place, and his voice soothed your mind. It was only natural that you would seek him out before anyone else. And as soon as you could feel his arms wrapped around you, his scent invading your senses and his words echoing in your mind, you finally felt at ease.
You wanted to thank him for a million things, yet words seemed to get stuck in your throat. Not that you could think of any that would properly portray what you wanted to tell him. So instead, you simply pulled him closer, letting him decide whether to taste your lips or not. And he did, because it was all he ever wanted and all you needed for everything to feel just a little bit more okay.
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