ateez reaction to you being sick
warnings: mentions of food & medication, slight angst THE GRAMMAR IS ALL OVER THE PLACE FOR THIS ONE because i’m actually sick i’m so sorrydjdhkshdjnd
hongjoong - guilty of being the same way
perhaps the greatest dynamic in your relationship with hongjoong is the fact that the two of you were passionate— sometimes a little too passionate— about work. if it wasn’t you crashing at the studio during ungodly hours to finish work of your own, it’d be him sitting at the edge of the bed on his laptop while you did the same in bed.
it had been one of those nights where there was just too much work for you to put off, so you decided to head over to the studio with piles of paperwork that needed thorough examination and finalisation, knowing that hongjoong would be there with his head buried into his laptop like it’s a substitute for a pillow. by the time you reached the vicinity of the kq building, you felt chillier than usual, and a little lightheaded too. still, you decided to dismiss it as simply being exposed to the cold night air for a little too long.
however, when you finally plopped yourself onto the couch at the studio, your whole body gave in. with your head resting against the pile of paperwork you planned on completing that same night, you struggled to even heave your body into a comfortable lying position. you were starting to believe that your body temperature alone could set both the papers and the couch on fire.
“babe, you ok-” hongjoong’s voice was cut off by a sneeze, coming from none other than himself. he sniffled, eyes widening when he finally turned around, catching sight of your weak figure on the couch. he rushed over despite being tired himself, feeling your forehead with the back of his right hand and furrowing his eyebrows when he realised you were burning up. “you’re having a fever, goodness, y/n,” he said. he sniffled again.
“you don’t sound any better yourself,” you teased, trying to force a chuckle out of yourself but failing. hongjoong shook his head with a sheepish smile.
“we should just go home, shouldn’t we?”
seonghwa - king of cooing (and baby talk, kind of?)
“does it hurt a lot? oh no, my y/n.” (많이 아파, 자기야? 아이구 우리 (이름)아.)
it took every inch of strength you had to resist rolling your eyes at seonghwa, knowing that he was genuine and only meant the best for you. you watched in silence as he placed a wet cloth against your forehead, not forgetting to plant a kiss on it before doing so.
“hwa, i’m fine, i can wo- what are you doing?” you questioned when he joined you in bed, wrapping you up with the blanket and also his body. he smiled widely when you gave him a puzzled look. “do you not have work?” you asked, though rhetorically.
“no, not today. my baby’s sick,” he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek.
“keep that up and you’re gonna get yourself sick around me,” you answered, playfully pushing him away. seonghwa responded with a pout, tightening his embrace of you.
“yeah? then let’s get sick together and stay home.”
yunho - somehow super prepared
you thought you knew yunho well enough up until the day you were bedridden from a fever— the way he showed up with a bag of medicine, going off about how he ‘knew this day would come’.
to be fair, you were a fairly independent person, so you knew how to take care of yourself properly enough that it was rare for you to get so sick. yunho feels guilty about it sometimes, but he really wants to take care of you; so you being sick felt kind of like a moment for him to do so, even though deep down his heart still ached at the sight of your usually energetic self lying motionless in bed.
“hmm, sore throat and a fever, right love?” you nodded at his question, allowing him to grab you a glass of water as he handed you the necessary pills. you downed the medicine along with the glass of water, watching yunho’s eyes almost glint from the corner of your eye.
“are you enjoying this?” you asked jokingly, only to be surprised when yunho scratched his head shyly. you chuckled, opening your arms wide to invite him into a hug.
“hey! i’m the one who’s supposed to be offering you hugs!”
yeosang - calls his friend for advice
you looked fragile— at least that’s how yeosang perceived you in a state of sickness, having coughing fits every other minute and sniffling every time you breathed. the poor boy frantically handed you your thermos, watching you let the steam rise in an attempt to be rid of your stuffy nose, his eyes trailing your every movement until you placed the thermos on the side table.
after you drifted off to sleep, he’d excuse himself to the bathroom to call his most trusted friend, wooyoung. yeosang’s panic would spread to wooyoung too at first, because he’s too busy stumbling to find the words to describe your situation, exaggerating your condition by a hundred times. when yeosang finally calms down, wooyoung would scold him for scaring him, and then give him ample advice on how to care for you.
“you just need to be there for them, yeosangie. don’t worry, just make sure they’re comfortable,” wooyoung had told him.
by the time he reentered the bedroom, you were sat up, looking around for him tiredly. when you finally saw him, you stretched your arms out, requesting for the comfort of a hug. yeosang happily obliged, shushing and whispering sweet nothings by your ear until you fell back asleep.
“i’m here, i’m here, y/n. don’t worry.”
“i told you not to stay up too late last night!” he spoke, his voice thick with concern. due to being sick, your senses had been dulled just a little, but enough to make you flinch from the sudden raise of his voice. san would realise this, and start apologising profusely, but the nagging also stays, slipped into the gaps of every few sentences he speaks.
while he was very verbal about his concern, he was way too into it to do anything about your actual situation. sure, within the past few minutes, he’d handed you a tissue box and some medicine, but that was about it. it would take him a couple more minutes to realise you were staring at him pleadingly, silently requesting for a glass of water by holding up the pills he had brought you.
san would then stand up wordlessly and fetch you a glass of water. and then he would start apologising again, but this time, he’d keep the ‘i told you’s at minimum. he was just very concerned for your health and overall well-being, because he doesn’t think he can handle seeing you in pain. it brings him enough sorrow to even think of you being any less than happy, especially with him around.
after finally having the medicine, you patted the empty space beside you to invite him into into bed. you spooned him into your arms, giving the back of his head gentle pats to assure him that you were fine.
“sorry, i wasn’t thinking and just got scared for a moment. are you okay, baby?”
if there was anything that screamed ‘mingi’, it had to be how great he was at sulking. it rarely happened, but when it did, it would last for no less than 24 hours. so, when you woke up that morning with your entire body feeling sore and your head pounding, you knew mingi was not having it. when he realised you weren’t getting ready for work, his expression changed in an instant.
after making you some porridge, he brought a bowl of it into the bedroom on a tray and kept the same frown on his face as he picked the bowl and spoon up to feed you. you were about to shake your head and insist on eating the food yourself, but you knew better than to do that when mingi was worried.
“you’re going to be late,” you reminded him as he scooped the last spoon of porridge and held it up to your mouth.
“hongjoong hyung will understand,” he replied nonchalantly, his mind visibly cloudy and chest heavy.
“you don’t have to worry about me. it’s just a fever,” you stated. “you should go now,” you added, your eyes softening.
you watched his pout deepen as he set the bowl onto the tray and carried it back to the kitchen. he returned with some medicine and also a bottle of water.
“i love you. don’t worry,” mingi nodded as you spoke, though the pout showed no signs of leaving his face.
“i love you too. call me if it gets worse, okay?”
in contrast to san, wooyoung nags while actually trying to solve the problem. but he nags all the same.
“yah, listen. what time did you sleep last night?” you heard him speak sternly as he made finishing touches to the chicken soup he started making as soon as he realised you were sick.
“it wasn’t that late, it was like.. i don’t know? 2 am?”
“2 am is late! i was already asleep by then,” he scoffed. you heard the clamour of kitchen utensils as wooyoung grabbed two bowls and a spoon with one hand, the other too busy stirring the pot. you were about to stand up to help him, but he stopped you as soon as you moved. “sit down,” he dragged his words, making it sound more affectionate than angry.
after a few seconds, he brought you a bowl of rice and the soup, placing it in front of you. you threw him an apologetic look before digging in, while he untied the apron from his body and sat down next to you. he swiftly pulled the hair tie off your wrist and combed your hair towards to back, tying it into a messy ponytail; just enough to move your hair out of your face.
“i need to start keeping a better eye on you. how could you get sick on my watch?” he started. he would then proceed to recall all the meals he’d cooked and how he made sure you were well taken care of. you would feel sorry, and he would notice it, so he’d gradually stop talking about it. “sorry, it’s not your fault. i’m sorry,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“no, you’re right. i shouldn’t have neglected my health for the sake of work,” you replied, sighing.
“ah, what do i do with you, baby? should i take the day off and help you recover?”
jongho - you’re never getting out of bed
“let me- go,” you whined, coughing as jongho wrapped both his arms and legs across you, strapping you to the bed. he chuckled, he wasn’t even using any of his strength and yet, your sick body was too weak to fight back. “i need to go to work,” you pleaded, throwing him a sad look, pairing it with a pout. jongho physically cringed before shaking his head.
“how could you think of work when you could barely stand up without stumbling?” he questioned, amused. you continued to pout, begging him to let you go to work, but here he was, still caging your body, keeping you in bed. “i am not letting you go anywhere,” he teased, laughing.
“what if i wanna use the bathroom? you want me to pee myself here?” you challenged, eyebrows furrowing.
“don’t be silly,” he laughed again. he moved his legs away, but kept his arms around you, pulling you closer to him.
“it’s okay, i’ll just leave when you leave for work,” you huffed childishly, crossing your arms.
“who says i’m going to work today? we’ll both be staying in bed all day.”
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