your daughter is sick | qian kun
➸ request from anon; hello, i just recently read your parents imagines and they are all so cute! could you maybe do some with fluff doyoung or kun as parent when their child is sick or upset
➸ note; so,,,,, i am so sorry for the inactivity recently. i’ve had end of year exams at school (which determine whether or not i get to stay on the course) and i’ve had some bad news about my dogs health etc. my exams are over now, so i should hopefully be able to write more often! thank you all very much for always being so patient and understanding! hope you like this! apologies if it is a bit short
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‘She’s sick?’ Kun echoes your words down the phone, eyebrows knitted together, mouth open in surprise, ‘she seemed ok when I kissed her goodbye this morning.’
‘I know, it just came out of nowhere,’ you run your hands through your hair, ‘after you left, she refused to eat her breakfast and now she’s curled up in bed with a temperature and a cough. Is it possible for you to come home? She really wants her daddy.’
‘I’ll see if I can. My poor girl. I’ll call you back.’
Kun absolutely hated it when his daughter was unwell. Li-wei was his only child, his angel. You saw it in their relationship, Li-wei was 100% a daddy’s girl. As soon as she began feeling even slightly sick, she had whined and begged for Kun.
Kun’s hand fell down his face, until it was resting on his chin, as he thought about the next thing to do.
He left the bathroom in search of the members, who he imagined were still in the dance studio stretching or scrolling on their phones.
‘I’ve got to go home,’ he announces loudly, already beginning to gather his jacket and other things together.
‘What, why?’ Hendery asks.
‘Is everything ok?’ Xiaojun adds, eyebrows knitted together in concern.
‘Li-wei is really unwell.. she’s apparently asking for me.’
‘Oh I get it,’ Yangyang nods, ‘Julia is so whiny when she’s sick.’
‘Kyla is exactly the same,’ Ten grumbles, ‘and I mean Charlie couldn’t give less of a shit about me when she’s sick, but-‘
‘Bye!’ Kun yells, quickly pulling open the door and practically slamming it in his haste.
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Kun drives home as quickly as possible. It’s past rush hour, so there is hardly any traffic around, making it easy to get home.
‘Baby? Li-wei?’ He calls out gently, worried that either one of you could be asleep.
‘We’re in here,’ he hears you from your bedroom.
When Kun enters the room, the two of you are curled up in the middle of your kingsized bed, Li-wei hardly visible under a mountain of tissues and a sippy cup.
‘Daddy,’ Li-wei mumbles when she spots him in the doorway.
She holds her arms up weakly, indirectly asking for cuddles from him.
Kun drops his bag on the floor, tugging his hoodie off. He pouts and sighs, crawling onto your bed and pulling his three year old into his arms.
‘I’m here now,’ he strokes her hair, kissing her cheek.
From where you were just laying on your back, you shuffle so that you’re laying on your side, looking at Kun.
’Thank you for coming home,’ you whisper, ‘I hope they weren’t mad you had to leave.’
‘Nah, they didn’t mind. I think they understood, to be honest.’
Your heart melts at the sight of Li-wei, pink nosed and clinging to Kun’s shirt.
‘How are you feeling angel?’ Kun’s heart breaks at the sight of his little girl’s discomfort.
The small girl nods, ‘And it’s hot. The back of my mouth… hurts.’
‘Ah my poor baby,’ Kun kisses the side of her head multiple times, ‘has Mama given you some medicine?’
Li-wei just nods, fiddling with the ear of her toy elephant.
‘She didn’t enjoy it very much,’ you half grumble, and Kun can imagine the fight it was to convince her to take the strawberry flavoured liquid.
‘I can imagine,’ Kun laughs dryly, picturing your struggle.
’Tasted icky,’ Li-wei weighs in, ‘Mama said strawberry. It was not strawberry.’
‘It was strawberry flavoured!’ You splutter, ‘I didn’t lie!’
‘Mummy/mommy is just terrible, isn’t she?’ Kun says in an attempt to tease you, and you deliver a soft kick to his shin. Kun just laughs, continuing to stroke Li-wei’s hair.
Li-wei has no reaction, which is out of character for her, since she usually giggles.
‘You’re really unwell, aren’t you?’ Kun glowered, a dull pain settling in his chest at the sight of his poor daughter.
Li-wei sniffs and nods weakly, ‘sick.’
‘I know sweetheart… Is there anything you want? We can watch a movie?’
‘I wanna nap,’ she mumbles, shifting her head around on Kun’s chest to get more comfortable.
Kun gets comfortable himself, slinging his arms as far as he can physically reach around you both.
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Li-wei wakes up about two and a half hours later in a cold sweat. She had shook Kun awake, nose running and eyes watering.
‘Are you alright?’ Kun had asked, half asleep.
‘I’m too hot,’ she complains, ‘I’m sweating.’
‘Okay sweetheart, do you want me to get you a drink?’
’Yeah,’ Li-wei croaks, throat obviously dry.
‘Ok my angel, I’ll be right back.’
Kun makes the water as quickly as physically possible, coming back and giving it to Li-wei. She gulps it down in copious amounts, putting down the cup with a loud sigh.
‘A bit,’ she mumbles, ’it’s too hot here.’
‘Do you wanna go sleep in your bed?’ Kun asks, knowing it could be a lot cooler in there.
‘I’ll have to see if I can fit, but I’ll try,’ Kun chuckles, ‘come on my baby, let’s carry you to your own bed.’
Kun carries Li-wei into her bedroom, gently placing her in her bed.
‘Let’s get some fresh pyjamas,’ Kun suggests, ‘get those sweaty ones off.’
He opens her pyjama drawer, pulling out some plain white and yellow ones. The shirt was short sleeved and the bottoms only reached the knees.
Kun helped Li-wei change into the fresher pyjamas, and she lays back down on her back, getting into a comfortable position to sleep.
‘Don’t leave,’ she mumbles, ‘I don’t want to be by myself.’
‘Ok Li,’ he curls up beside her, but at a distance to not bombard her with even more body heat.
When you woke up, you were extremely confused, wondering where your husband and daughter had disappeared to.
You initially checked in the living room, thinking that maybe they had gone to watch TV as to not wake you up. When you realised the room was empty, you call Kun’s name, but to no avail.
You venture back up the stairs, poking your head around Li-wei’s bedroom door. And that’s when you saw them, curled up together. You can hear Li-wei’s whistling breathing through her stuffy nose.
Kun is also fast asleep, looking possibly the most peaceful you’ve ever seen him, likely knackered from the weeks on end of practice.
Seeing no room to lie down for yourself, you reluctantly tiptoe out of the room, going downstairs to prepare chicken soup for the both of them, as Kun will inevitably fall sick too. But you know he doesn’t mind.
