sleepy, sneezy cuddles
Title: sleepy, sneezy cuddles
Word count: 2,735
Summary: Taehee has a sneezy cold and sleepy Jungha cuddles her.
CW: illness (Taehee), messy sneezes, nudity
A/N: made a few edits to remove some of my more embarrassing personal interests but I did not really take the time to check for grammar/typos so sorry about those in advance! also just look at that creativity with the title! wow!
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“Tae?”
Jungha stands at the end of the sofa, her face illuminated by the dim lighting of the lamp on the end table.
Taehee startles slightly. “Huh?! Oh, fuck. I didn’t hear you come out of the room,” she sniffles, pressing a hand to her chest. “You scared me.”
Yawning, Jungha shuffles over to sit down on the coffee table across from where Taehee is lying on the couch.
“Why are you still out here? Thought you were coming to bed,” Jungha pouts. She’s wearing just her oversized sleep shirt, and it bunches up around her hips as she sits, her legs slightly spread to reveal that she’s not wearing anything underneath.
God, if only Taehee weren’t so miserably sick so she could truly appreciate the view.
With a congested groan, Taehee reaches for a tissue from the box tucked against her chest. “I’m gonna sleep out here tonight.”
An adorable look of confusion crosses Jungha’s face. Taehee smiles softly and folds the tissue over her nose, sniffling into it and trying to decide if it’s worth the inevitable discomfort of blowing.
She knows Jungha is going to try to get her back to the bedroom, but she’s been sneezing so much that Jungha won’t be able to get any sleep if she goes with her. Jungha has already been missing out on sleep for the last few days, worn down from extra work shifts, and Taehee is not about to prevent her girlfriend from getting the rest she so desperately needs.
“But you’re sick,” Jungha objects, her eyes widening in horror. “You should be sleeping in bed!”
Taehee doesn’t respond right away– not because she doesn’t want to, but because she simply can’t. Her thoughts, already foggy due to her cold, get shoved completely aside as a sudden urge to sneeze starts building in her sinuses.
“Hehh…ehhhh…hhH–! HH’DSHHH-uhh!”
Thank fuck she’s already holding a tissue. All of the congestion in her sinuses is forcefully expelled, and since she hasn’t blown her nose in a while, there’s a lot.
“Ohmygod,” she hears Jungha exclaim as she pinches the tissue hard over her nose in an attempt to stop another sneeze from building.
“Hhhh…hehh…J-Junn’hh…Jungha–! Can– can you’hh…”
Thankfully, Jungha knows exactly what Taehee is trying to ask. She reaches over and starts pulling tissues from the box, sliding down to the floor on her knees so she can press them to Taehee’s now dripping nose.
“Okay,” she whispers, his fingers circling around Taehee’s wrist. “There you go.”
But Taehee doesn’t want to sneeze yet. First, she wants to figure out how to switch out the very soaked tissue that’s over her nose out with the bundle of nice dry tissues that Jungha is holding, and she wants to do it without Jungha seeing what a mess she currently is. Jungha, however, seems determined to be the one to switch them out, her hand tightening around Taehee’s wrist like she’s going to pull her hand away.
Taehee’s sinuses are buzzing with a tickle that makes her squeeze her eyes shut. She tries to pinch the soggy tissue harder over her nose and it makes Jungha gasp.
“Tae, don’t hold it in!”
Jungha sounds almost offended that Taehee is trying not to make a complete mess of herself. But it’s like there’s a little trigger in her brain that can’t refuse anything Jungha asks of her, so as soon as Jungha says the words, she loosens her grip.
Without the physical force of her nostrils being pinched shut and without the physical covering of a tissue, Taehee is helpless against the surging sneeze. It’s coming, whether she wants it to or not, and she can only briefly hope that Jungha is faster than the sneeze.
“hhGHH’ESHH-mphh!”
Jungha is barely fast enough. She gets the tissues switched out and manages to push the wad of about four tissues right up against Taehee’s nostrils as she’s in the middle of the sneeze. It muffles the thunderous sound halfway through, squashing it into a pathetic, squelching thing.
Taehee has no way of knowing if the tissues successfully contain the resulting mess or not, because it feels like her entire face is wet at this point. She lies there on the couch, panting open-mouthed as Jungha holds the tissues to her nose like she’s expecting a second sneeze.
When another one doesn’t come, Jungha slowly pulls the tissues away. Taehee whimpers and closes her eyes, unable to watch as Jungha pulls more tissues from the box.
“This is so gross,” she groans when she feels a tissue swipe firmly under her nose. “You should go wash your hands. Fuck, Jungha, now you’re gonna catch this stupid cold–”
“Hey,” Jungha stops her. “It’s okay. It’s not gross. I’m just going to…”
She trails off. Taehee hears another tissue pulled from the box. She cracks one eye open and sees Jungha leaning in closer, concentrating on Taehee’s nose. Tenderly, she uses the tissue to dab at the remaining moisture, gentle enough that it doesn’t hurt so bad but not too light that it tickles and sets Taehee off again.
Taehee’s nostrils sting afterward, the skin there raw and pink. Her entire nose feels like it’s throbbing. Her sinuses are packed, and she can almost feel the beginnings of another sneeze, a threatening tickle in a place so far up it feels like it’s behind her eyes.
But then she gets a glimpse of Jungha, still on her knees on the floor, looking concerned and completely exhausted, and she doesn’t care what her nose feels like anymore.
“Oh, sweetie,” Taehee coos, watching Jungha yawn with a frown. “You look so tired. You should be sleeping.”
“You should be sleeping,” Jungha retorts. Her face scrunches up and her nose stud glints in the lamp light. “You’re the one who has a cold!”
Ignoring the way her head starts to pound the second she shifts upright, Taehee gestures towards the bedroom. “Both of us can sleep. C’mon.”
They stop at the bathroom so Jungha can wash her hands. She makes Taehee wash her hands too, and then helps Taehee properly wash her face and brush her teeth too. Then they make their way into the bedroom, where Jungha makes sure there are tissues on Taehee’s nightstand.
Taehee is in her warmest pajamas– a cute striped set that Jungha bought for her– but she’s suddenly feeling a little cold. Jungha, however, strips off her shirt and tosses it onto the floor, flushing when Taehee’s mouth drops open at her sudden nudity.
“Stop,” Jungha whines. “I’m…I know you’re gonna make me overheat, but I wanna cuddle with you.”
“It’s just not fair,” Taehee huffs, grabbing a tissue out of the box and climbing under the covers. “I wanna be naked too.” She folds the tissue in half and lays it out on her pillow, smiling when she sees Jungha watching her in confusion. “It’s for emergencies,” she explains, resting her head on the pillow next to her tissue.
Jungha hums and gets in next to her. She pulls the covers over them both, then tugs Taehee against her chest, giggling when Taehee nuzzles her pink nose between Jungha’s bare breasts.
“You could be naked too, you know,” Jungha says after a moment.
Taehee blinks up at her.
“We can share body heat.” Jungha smooths Taehee’s hair back from her face. “I’ll keep you warm.”
It’s too tempting. Taehee sits up and starts unbuttoning her top. She shimmies out of her pajama pants without getting out of bed, and shivers at the air hitting her bare skin. Her nipples pebble instantly, tingling and exposed, and she catches Jungha’s gaze drifting down to look.
“I’m cold,” Taehee whines, diving back under the covers right away to press herself up against Jungha again.
Jungha’s side is warm against her tummy, and her arm is warm where it wraps around her shoulders. Taehee finds herself a comfortable place to lay her head again against Jungha’s breasts, slotting her nose between them once more with a contented little sigh.
“Comfy?” Jungha asks, looking down at Taehee with tired eyes and a fond expression.
Taehee nods. She can tell Jungha is fighting to stay awake, so she settles down, pressing a kiss to Jungha’s sternum and snuggling closer.
“Mm-hmm. Good night. I love you.”
“Love you too,” Jungha replies, her voice a sleepy, breathy whisper.
For a moment, they lie there in silence. As soon as Jungha’s breathing evens out in sleep, her chest rising and falling under Taehee’s cheek, Taehee feels a prickle in her nose.
“No,” she whispers out loud, tensing. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
Before she can do anything, the sneeze bursts out of her, so loud it echoes throughout the room.
“hhHH-EEHSH’ahh!”
She feels Jungha jerk beneath her, immediately woken by the loud sneeze.
“Tae?”
“Sorry,” Taehee gasps, patting the pillow in search of her emergency tissue. “Didn’t mean t-to…hhh…”
“Wasn’t sleeping,” Jungha protests sleepily, but Taehee doesn’t hear her, too busy trying not to sneeze again before she gets the tissue.
Nearly hitting herself in the nose once she locates the tissue, Taehee lets the next sneeze out without worry about the volume or waking Jungha up.
“HH’DSHHH-uhh!”
“Oh.” Jungha covers her mouth and yawns. “Bless you.”
“I’m so sorry,” Taehee groans, sitting up and grabbing the tissue box from her nightstand.
“S’okay.”
Taehee blows her nose, which leads to another shuddering sneeze. “hhGHH’ESHH! Ugh. I don’t know why I can’t stop sneezing. You’re never going to be able to fall asleep, baby. I think I should go sleep on the couch.”
“Come cuddle with me,” Jungha demands instead, her eyes already closed again.
And there it is again– the pull that Jungha has simply by using her words. Taehee lies back down, drawn towards Jungha’s body like a magnet.
“I’m gonna sneeze,” Taehee mumbles congestedly.
“Okay,” Jungha responds, voice soft and sleepy. “Go ahead. Do you want a tissue?”
Taehee sniffs. “No. I mean I’m gonna keep sneezing. I’m gonna keep you awake all night.”
“That’s okay.”
Frowning, Taehee lifts her head from Jungha’s chest. “No, it’s not. You’re exhausted, sweetie. You need rest.”
“Shh.” Jungha tugs Taehee’s head back down, until Taehee’s cheek is squished against her left boob. Her other arm wraps around Taehee’s shoulder again to keep her in place.
Taehee huffs out a frustrated breath. It stirs the tickle in her nose back to life, and she only has a second to realize that her emergency tissue has already been reused and she hadn’t replaced it.
“Ohno– IIITDSH’uh! Hhh– EEHSH’ahh!”
A long minute passes. Taehee sniffles and tries to sit up, but Jungha holds her firmly in her grip.
“Any more coming?” she asks, amusement creeping into her voice.
“No,” Taehee whines, even though she’s not one hundred percent sure she can actually promise that.
“Okay.” Jungha lets her sit up, and then leans over to turn her nightstand lamp on.
Taehee’s ears are on fire when she sees the aftermath of her sneeze. Not only is Jungha’s chest covered in her snot, but so is her own chest. She looks down at herself and watches a drip of moisture slide down the curve of her boob and onto her pert nipple, hanging there for a mortifying second before it drops onto the blanket below.
The laugh that comes out of Jungha sounds tired, almost on the edge of manic. She reaches up and takes Taehee’s chin in her hand, tilting her face up just a fraction.
“My poor, messy love,” she chuckles. “You couldn’t help that one, could you? God, look at your poor nose.”
She sounds too gleeful for Taehee’s liking, but she’s also glad Jungha isn’t showing outright disgust at being sneezed on. Still, she’s so embarrassed that she can’t even meet Jungha’s eyes.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispers, her voice slightly hoarse from the sneezes. “I’ll go get something to clean you up.”
Jungha squeezes Taehee’s chin between two fingers before letting go and peeling the covers back. “No, you can stay right here in bed. I’ll get a washcloth.”
While Jungha gets up and pads to the bathroom, Taehee quickly scrambles for the tissues. She wipes up the mess on her nose first, blowing her nose softly into the tissues until she feels like she can almost breathe again. Then she starts wiping the snot from her chest, shivering as she drags the tissue over her nipples.
Jungha returns and comes around to Taehee’s side of the bed. The washcloth she’s holding is warm and damp. It makes Taehee shiver as Jungha gently wipes her skin with it, cupping her breasts and cleaning them one at a time before leaning down to press a kiss against both nipples.
“There. All clean.”
She turns the washcloth over and uses the other side to clean herself up. She chuckles halfway through and shakes her head.
“Can’t believe you sneezed on my boobs,” she says, smiling down at Taehee. She leans down and kisses the tip of her nose. “Messy, messy, messy.”
Taehee’s ears go hot again. “You’re never going to let me forget about this, are you?” she pouts.
Jungha half-yawns, half-laughs in response. “Nope.”
She yawns again and Taehee’s heart clenches.
“We can sleep now,” Taehee urges. “I promise I won’t sneeze on you again.”
After Jungha returns the washcloth to the bathroom, she walks back to the bed slowly, heavy with exhaustion. Taehee is hopeful that she’ll fall back asleep quickly, but as she climbs back into bed she pulls Taehee back against her to cuddle.
“Good night. For real, this time.” Taehee’s all stuffed up now, her words thick with congestion.
“Night, baby.”
As Taehee settles back against Jungha’s chest once more, she can tell Jungha isn’t trying to fall asleep just yet. Instead, she’s watching Taehee, and Taehee shifts her head so she can look up at her.
She realizes that Jungha is forcing herself to stay awake so she can make sure Taehee falls asleep first, but Taehee just isn’t sure how that could possibly happen with how much her nose has been acting up. In fact, less than a minute later, she feels the tickly sensation return, fighting to break through the congestion.
“Hhhh…”
Through heavy-lidded eyes blinking slowly down at Taehee, Jungha notices immediately. When she sees Taehee’s nose give a little wiggle, she brings her finger up and slides it under her nostrils, putting pressure against her philtrum.
The tickle in Taehee’s sinuses swells– builds and builds and builds– and then stops suddenly when Jungha presses her finger more firmly under her nose. Taehee is amazed that it works. It’s the right amount of pressure in the right place, and the tickle backs off, retreating to somewhere deep in her sinuses to lurk.
Taehee lets out a long, stuffy sigh of relief. She smiles, about to announce the victory, when she realizes Jungha has fallen asleep, her finger still tucked under Taehee’s nose.
Grinning, Taehee gently guides Jungha’s hand away. Jungha makes a small sound in the back of her throat but doesn’t wake up, shifting just slightly until her hand is curled in a loose fist against her chest instead.
“Thanks, sweetie,” Taehee whispers, kissing Jungha’s collarbone before changing positions so she can tuck her face into the crook of Jungha’s neck. “G’night.”
Closing her eyes, Taehee thinks she might be able to fall asleep too. Knowing that Jungha is finally getting rest makes her able to relax, and though her nose is stuffy and her headache is still lingering, she’s comfortable and cozy and warm.
Her cold has other plans for her. As soon as Taehee feels herself start to drift off, she feels another tickle teasing far up in her sinuses. This time, it grows so quickly she can only suck in a sharp breath before it’s fully building towards a sneeze.
Taehee’s mouth falls open, jaw going slack, eyes rolling up as she exhales hot, frantic breaths against Jungha’s neck.
No. Nonono. No–
“hhHH-EEHSH’ahh!”
Jungha flinches awake with a startled gasp. “Wha’?”
“Ohfuck,” Taehee groans. She scrubs a finger beneath her dripping nose, pouting. “I’m so sorry, I couldn’t hold it back!”
Jungha, eyes hazy with sleep, doesn’t say a word. She simply pulls Taehee closer and closes her eyes again, falling right back asleep and leaving Taehee to sniffle wetly and hope she won’t have to sneeze anymore.