#HHHH almost done almost done... just 1 more week and its over...

[dieno-tsuki]

might have to stay up all night again..

[kireimarkeu]

We Got Married; s.jh

Heyyy guys! hahaha its been a while. i decided to make a blog again so i can post my old works. so here’s one of them. i’ll upload the rest soon :) i hope everyone is staying healthy and well :)

summary; where you and johnny join a tv show as husband and wife

4k..words…

a/n: i worked on this non stop ;; i think it would total up to 5 hours, maybe more ;;;hhhh 

also a little note, italics means that the emcees are saying while watching the video… and the bold+italics means that the both of you are in an interview, and the person is asking you questions! hopefully that isn’t too confusing (:

warnings: mentions of starvation & pregnancy

+Episode 1

“Hi, I’m NCT127’s Johnny,” Johnny introduced himself. 

“Hello, I’m y/n, Johnny’s wife,” you smile.

“How long have the both of you been married?”

Johnny looks at you for a little while, before facing back at the camera “almost 5 months?”

“How did you know each other?”

You laugh at the question, “I was one of Red Velvet’s stylist, actually. And all SM artists were having a concert, and while I was rushing to find the right room, Johnny was there standing outside his room, on his knees with his arms up,”

Johnny groaned, “that was so embarrassing,”

“And I just saw him there, and everyone was busy, so I had no choice but to ask him for help. And when I reached Red Velvet’s room, he asked me for my number,”

“How long did you date before getting married?”

“We dated for a while actually,” Johnny started. 

“8 years,” you continued. 

“Who proposed first?”

You pointed at your husband.

“Me of course,” laugh Johnny. 

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“Babyyy~” Johnny whined, stretching his arms to pull you against his chest. You grumbled, hiding your face in his chest as you went back to sleep. 

“Oh? We didn’t know Johnny was a very affectionate person.”

“Wake up, babe,” he whispers against your hair. 

You ignore your husband’s words, tightening your grip against his waist. Johnny pressed kisses on your head, forehead and temple, waiting for you to get up. 

You let out a soft sigh, fluttering your eyes open. You looked up at your lover with a pout, upset that he woke you up. 

“Good morning, baby,” he mumbles against your ear, but the mic picked it up. The emcees cooed at the affection. 

“Kiss?” Johnny asks, leaning down to reach your lips but you move away from his face. 

You giggle at your husband when he clutched his heart, feigning pain. You felt bad and pressed your small palms on his chest to push yourself up and kiss his cheek. 

“Ahh! They’re so cute!!” the emcees cooed.

You pushed yourself up to a sitting position, getting out of bed, pulling Johnny with you. 

“Let’s make breakfast!”

Johnny could only smile at you dumbly, following you to the kitchen. 

You pressed your back against the counter as you looked up at Johnny with a flirty smile, “what should we make, John?”

Johnny felt like his heart would combust. If only there weren’t any cameras placed in his house, he would’ve kissed the hell out of you. 

“Pancakes?” he suggests. 

You nodded, turning around to open the cabinet above you to grab the pancake mix. You tip-toed, trying your hardest to reach for the box, but it was hard- especially when Johnny would purposely place everything on the highest shelf. 

You didn’t bother asking Johnny for help, knowing he enjoys watching you suffer, finding it cute. You also know that he would end up pressing against your back, reaching the box of pancakes mix for you. 

The emcees gasped when they saw your husband reach from behind, pressing his body against your back. They expect you to freeze on the spot with red cheeks, but they were met with you moving away from Johnny to slap his butt.

The emcees let out a disappointed sigh, “I guess y/n isn’t very affectionate?” they ask Johnny. 

“She usually is,” Johnny laughs, “but she’s cheeky too. It’s adorable.”

+Episode 5

The scene started with the both of you outside, holding hands quietly. 

“Okay, come on, break is over, let’s continue,” says your husband as he got ready to start running. 

You whine, letting go of your husband’s hand to run with him. You tried your best to match his pace, but you always end up a few meters behind him. 

He looked back at your tired form. You were slouching and had a pained expression on your face. A chuckle left his lips as he jogged on the spot, waiting for you to reach him. 

The emcees were curious, it seems like he was forcing you to exercise with him. 

“Ah,” Johnny laughs, “y/n has told me how she wants to lose weight,” he explains, “but her way of losing weight is really unhealthy, so I make her go on a run with me.”

“What was her way of losing weight?”

“She would starve herself for weeks in order to lose weight,” Johnny clarify. 

“Many of us do that,” they tell him. 

Johnny nodded, “It hurts me not to see her eating, at one point we got into a huge fight because she didn’t eat for 3 days straight. So, I made a promise with y/n.”

Once you reached your husband, you pressed the palms of your hands against your knees, panting heavily. “I hate this, I hate you.”

Johnny threw his head back as he laughed at you. His hand stroking your back comfortingly. 

“Just a little more, then we can get food,” he tells you. 

He waits for you until you were breathing normally. 

“Better?” he asks you, scanning your face. 

You shook your head, “no, I don’t wanna do this.”

Johnny sighs at your words, “we can stop now, but you can only get healthy food later.”

You jut your lips out, persuading your husband to give you a chance. 

Johnny stares at you with a straight face. 

“Just for today~,” you say cutely. When you notice Johnny wasn’t giving any reaction, you reach for his arm, tugging on his arm, letting out cute noises. “Today is our cheat day, please Johnny?” 

You pout, giving your best puppy eyes. You tiptoed to press a quick kiss on his lips, and that was when Johnny broke down and let out a groan. 

“You will be the death of me,”

The emcees let out a roar of laughter. 

The scene changed to the both of you in 7/11. 

You had a sandwich and ramen noddle in your hands. You reached out to grab a bottle of water while Johnny was trying to find his favourite snack. 

You walked up to the cashier to place the items down, waiting for Johnny to pay. The cashier suddenly spoke to you in Korean as you look up at them in surprise. 

“Ah,” you start. You bit your lip, unsure of what to reply. “I don’t speak Korean.”

“Oh, y/n doesn’t speak Korean?” the emcees ask Johnny, surprised since both of you were living in Korea.

Johnny shake his head, “she knows basic words, but it’s hard for her to speak in full sentences.”

You notice that the cashier doesn’t understand you either. 

Turning around, you call for your husband. Johnny’s head peeked out from the shelves.

“yeah?”

“Uh, I need help,” you say awkwardly. 

Your husband trudges towards you without hesitation. You watch as your husband converses in Korean with the cashier. He suddenly fishes out his wallet to pay for the food the both of you have bought. 

+Episode 9

The both of you were sitting on the floor, game controllers in hands, playing Fortnite. 

Truthfully, you weren’t very good in Fortnite, but your husband enjoys playing games so you would join him. 

A little yelp left your lips when you saw a character, near you. “oh my god, babe, save me!” you yell out, running away from the character who was trying to save you. 

Johnny didn’t respond to you, too focused on gaming.

“Johnny! Oh my god, help me!” 

One of your hand to leave the console to tap on your husband’s thigh. 

“Wait, wait, I’m still looting,” he tells you. 

“Nooooo,” you whine, “come save me— nevermind, I died.”

Johnny didn’t respond to whatever you said— it’s not like he heard you anyways. Your significant other continued playing the game without you. 

You sulk when your lover didn’t pay attention to you. You thought he would leave the game so the both of you could restart and play together.

You got up from your sitting position to go to the kitchen to make some coffee. 

Johnny quickly glanced at you when you left his side, then going back to the television that was still playing. 

Should he stop playing to comfort you? It would be a waste if he left the game since he was so close to winning. There was only 1 person left. He decided to continue playing until he won.

“Ah, why didn’t you comfort y/n?” asked the emcees, upset with his behaviour. Johnny could only laugh awkwardly.

When the words displayed ‘WINNER’ on the screen, Johnny immediately got up and ambled to you. 

“Babe,” he called, not getting any response for you. 

Johnny bit back a smile when he saw you stirring the cup of coffee. He walked up to you, his hands going to your waist. He was about to rest his chin on your shoulder, but you walked away from him to sit on the dining table.

“Is this a fight we’re about to witness?” the emcees ask. 

Johnny shook his head, “this happens all the time— whenever I would ignore y/n while I play a game,”

“Are you mad?” Johnny asks you, resting his butt on the dining table, knowing you hated it when he does that. 

He pouted when he didn’t get any reaction from you. 

“Babe, I’m sorry,” he apologizes, “we can play again, I’ll save you this time,” he suggests, tugging on your hand. 

You look up to glare at him, “I don’t wanna play with you, you made me sad.”

Johnny wanted to giggle at how cute you were being. 

“What’s that?” he asks, stretching his body to see what was in the mug, “oh, coffee, can I have some?”

Before you could even answer, he was already reaching for your cup of coffee and drinking almost half of it.

“Johnny,” you whine, pulling his arm to stop him from finishing your drink. 

The emcees tilt their head, “you shouldn’t have done that, Johnny-ya”

“That was my drink,” you tell him angrily, snatching the mug from him when he pulled it away from his lips. He chuckle at you when you stood up, placing your cup in the sink before stomping into your shared room.

“Wait, why are you still smiling when you made your wife angry, Mr Suh?” the emcees interrupted the video.

The attention was on Johnny. He chuckles, “I just like messing with her, she just looked so adorable.”

“I wonder how this is going to go down.”

While you were sulking in the bedroom, Johnny decided to make food for you, just to make up to you. 

Leaving you alone for a few hours, he finally finished cooking. He placed your favourite food on a tray, bringing to the bedroom. When he entered the bedroom, you were laying on the bed with your phone in hand. 

When you heard Johnny come in, you turn to see him standing at the door with a tray filled with food, a cheeky smile plastered on his lips. 

“Dummy,” you mumble. 

Johnny walked up to you, placing the food on the white sheets. 

“Spill it and I’ll kill you,” you warn him, reaching out to grab the tray carefully.

+Episode 12

The scene started with the both of you walking into a blue building. Both of you started walking around the familiar place. 

“Ikea?”

You grabbed a toy monkey and showed your husband. 

“Can we get this?” you ask him, playing with the hands. 

He grimaced at you, “why would you need that when you have me?”

You clicked your tongue but placed the monkey back before skipping to your lover, wrapping your arms around his arm affectionately. 

“Aww, they are so cute!!” the emcees cooed.

Your husband suddenly stopped, looking at a shelf. 

“Is this the one you wanted?” you ask him, looking up at Johnny. Your heart beating faster just by looking at his side profile. 

He nodded, “I think it’s the right size?” 

“What if it’s the wrong length?” you ask him.

“Then I blame you,” he jokes. 

You roll your eyes at your husband. “should we get this, then?”

Johnny hummed, nodding his chin towards the cardboard, “help me get it, babe.”

You didn’t think much of it and agreed to take the shelf that was in the cardboard. You tiptoed, reaching for the box. You slowly pull out the long box, letting out a groan when you realised how heavy it is. 

“you did that on purpose, didn’t you?” the emcees asked. 

After a couple of episodes, the emcees seem to realise Johnny’s behaviour around you. 

Johnny nodded, letting out a laugh, “I like being there to help her, and tease her at the same time,”

“Johnny— help me,” you groan, pulling the box on your shoulder, thinking it would balance you. 

From behind, Johnny didn’t budge from his position. He was content on watching you cutely carry the huge box. But when he saw you almost drop the box, his eyes widen and quickly reach out to carry the box. 

You didn’t realise Johnny’s intention and pull away from the weight. You exhale, “that was heavy,” you say. 

“A little,” your husband shrug as if it was nothing. 

You noticed how his muscles flex and how he was letting out puffs of air. 

“Should I get a cart?” you ask him, feeling bad that he was carrying everything on his own. 

Johnny shook his head, “It’s fine, we’re near the cashier anyway.”

The video cut to the both of you queuing up for food. Johnny was standing behind you with the trolley. 

“What are you getting?” you ask him, your eyes not leaving the menu. 

“I don’t know,” he shrugs, “maybe fish&chips?” 

“Okay,”

When it was your turn to order, Johnny started ordering multiple dishes, making you look up at him in surprise. Your hands pinch his waist a little, getting his attention. 

“Why did you order so much? We’re not going to finish all that!” You exclaim. 

Johnny didn’t answer you, instead, he grabbed the food and placed it on the tray. 

“I’ll finish it all, baby,” he scrunches his nose, before leaning down to quickly kiss your cheeks before finding a place to sit. 

+Episode 14

The scene started with both of you sleeping on your shared bed. You had your head rested on Johnny’s chest, while Johnny rests his cheek on the top of your head, his arm wrapped around your waist protectively.

The emcees noticed that you had your whole body covered with a blanket up to your nose. 

“Isn’t it hot?” they ask. 

“It was raining at night,” Johnny pointed out, “and y/n is really sensitive to the cold,”

Johnny was the first one to wake up. Fluttering his eyes open, he blinked multiple times before lifting his head, stretching his arms out to reach for his phone. 

“Ah, it’s almost 1pm,” Johnny mumbles to himself. 

“What?! Do you guys usually wake up that late?” the emcees asks him. 

Johnny shook his head, “one of our friends had a birthday party the day before and we reached home at about 4am,” he explains.

“4am?!”

He chuckles, “yeah. y/n and I are usually morning people, but that day, that day was just a lazy day,”

Putting his phone down, he let out a tired sigh. He laid on his back but kept one of his arms under your head for comfort. 

He was staring at the ceiling for a few minutes before tilting his head down to stare at you. 

The camera zoomed in to see him staring at you with a stupid smile on his face. His hand went up to stroke your head. He slowly leaned down to press a soft kiss on the crown of your head. 

The emcees started going crazy, some letting cooing, some letting out screams at how cute he was being. 

“You’re crazy for her! It’s adorable!” they all say. Johnny can only smile shyly. 

You finally woke up after napping for a while more. Your hands turning into fists to rub at your eyes tiredly. 

Johnny beams at you, “good morning.”

You only let out a whine, throwing your arms across his chest, hiding your face in his neck. 

Johnny let out a roar of laughter, his arms that were previously giving your support went up to stroke your back lovingly. 

“Come, let’s get up,” he says softly, his fingers reaching out to play with the ends of your hair. 

“I’m so tired,” you mumble against his neck, sighing. 

“I know, babe, but we can’t stay in bed all day,” he tells you. 

He was right, you couldn’t just stay in bed all day, it won’t be good content for the show you were in. 

The scene then cut to you sitting on the floor, in between your husband’s legs while Johnny was sitting on the couch, playing with your hair. 

The both of you were watching a Korean drama. It was quite intense, so the both of you did not say a word to each other. Both of your mouths were wide open as you focused on the show.

The emcees laughed at both your faces.

Johnny soon got bored and focused on braiding your hair. He didn’t realise that you had started crying because of the sad scene playing. 

“Oh, oh, isn’t she crying?” the emcees asked. 

“I didn’t realise,” he laughs awkwardly.

Johnny continued braiding your hair. He noticed how your shoulders started shaking and the sniffles coming from you. He let go of your hair and leaned down to your side to see tears streaming down your face. 

At first, he was confused. Why did you cry? Did he pull your hair too hard? Did he do something that made you unhappy?

It took him a while for him to realise the reason you were crying was because of the drama playing. He pulled away from you and started laughing at you. 

He got out from the couch to slide down next to you, pulling your head into his chest. 

“Aw, is my baby crying?” he said in a baby voice, stroking your head fondly. 

It took you a few moments for the tears to stop. You pout at your husband as he cups your face, “it was so sad.”

He pats your head, “I know, you’re a cry baby,”

+Episode 20

You were putting on make-up, getting ready for a special occasion. You stood up from the dressing table, showing off the elegant dress you were wearing. 

“Woah! y/n looks so pretty, what was the occasion?”

You grabbed a denim jacket that was laying on the bed, putting it on since it was cold outside. 

“Babe, are you ready?” you hear Johnny shout from the living room. 

You didn’t answer him, instead, you left the room, not forgetting to grab your bag along the way. When he saw you, he couldn’t help but admire you. 

He squealed like a little boy, “It feels like I fell in love with you all over again,”

You gave him a weird look before slapping his stomach, “shut up,”

You left to grab your heels, but Johnny stood in place, awestruck by your beauty. 

His hand covering his mouth as he shook his head, “I can’t believe I married the prettiest woman on earth!” he shouts, a grin forming on his face. 

You turn to look at your dumb husband, “stop being weird!!” you whine, “and put on your shoes, let’s go!!”

“y/n actually brought me out on a date,” Johnny explained. “We actually haven’t gone out on a date after we got married,”

“Woah, seriously?” they ask, “and it has been almost 8 months since you got married?”

Johnny nodded.

You had brought Johnny to your favourite Chinese restaurant. 

The both of you made small talk, and some point, Johnny had reached out for your hands from across the table, holding it lightly, he would stroke the back of your hand affectionately from time to time. 

When the food arrived, the both of you started digging in. 

“I’m so full,” you huff, rubbing your stomach. 

“Should we get the fortune cookie?” asked your husband. 

You nodded. 

Your heart felt like it was ready to combust, your palms started sweating at the thought of Johnny finally finding out the secret you were keeping. 

“Why does she look so nervous?”

Johnny grabbed the fortune cookie excitedly. He quickly cracked his open, reading out his fortune. 

He didn’t say it out loud, but you already knew what it said. 

“What does yours say?” you ask nervously. 

He frowns at the piece of paper. “Daddy,”

“Oh?” the emcees say, surprised.

His eyebrows furrowed at the weird fortune but quickly put it away, looking up at you with shining eyes. 

“What does yours say?” he asks you. 

You shrug, “I haven’t opened it yet,” you mumble softly. Your fingers crack open the cookie, taking out the piece of paper in the cookie. 

“Well? What does it say, babe?” he asks again excitedly. 

You gulp. “it says I’m pregnant.”

The emcees scream in happiness and in shock.

Johnny fell silent, “what?”

“It says I’m pregnant,” you repeat again. You felt nervous at his lack of reaction. 

He frowns, “this is not funny, y/n. what does it really say?”

You showed him the small piece of paper that you were holding. True enough, the paper did say ‘I’m pregnant’. 

He looked up at you then back at the paper, then back at you again. “what?” he whispers. 

“I’m pregnant,” you confess, “surprise?” you mutter awkwardly. 

“Is-is this a prank?”

You smile, shaking your head, “it’s not a prank, baby.”

“There was a reason why I actually brought him out for a real date,” you tell, looking straight in the camera. “we have been trying for a baby for a while now, and Johnny has been wanting to have one for a long time,” you explain, letting out a small laugh. 

“I went to the restaurant to request a personal fortune cookie and told them my plan and everything- thankfully they agreed!” you say.

“oh my god,” Johnny gasps, “r-really? This is not a joke?”

You crack up at your husband, “why would this be a joke?”

Johnny suddenly stood up, you stand up with him. He walks closer to you, holding your arms. 

“I love you so much right now,” was the last thing he said before he pressed his lips on yours. 

You couldn’t help but grin, resulting in him kissing your teeth instead. 

Johnny pull away, pouting at you, “how long?”

“3 weeks, you big baby,” your hands going up to squeeze his cheeks.

“I literally love you so much,” Johnny express, “you make me so happy, baby.”

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You held Johnny hands tightly as the both of you look in the camera. 

“Were you surprised, Johnny?”

Johnny nodded, “very.”

You snort at his words. 

“I didn’t think much of it at first, then when y/n said she was pregnant, I thought it was a joke. But I’m so happy right now.”

“How long have you been pregnant right now?”

“A little more than 14 weeks!” you tell them, beaming at the camera. You stood up to show the little bump in your stomach. 

“Do you know the gender of the baby?”

You looked up at Johnny before looking back in the camera, “we wanted to keep it a surprise!”

“How do you feel right now, Johnny?”

He hum, “I think, like every other dad out there, I am excited. I can’t wait to meet my newborn and spend all my time with them,” 

Johnny reached out to stroke your belly. 

“However, we don’t want our child to be exposed to the world we live in,” Johnny continued. 

You nodded at your husband’s words, “A world where he or she will live with cameras everywhere,” you explain further. 

“So, we want to thank the cast of this show, and our fans who have shown endless support to both y/n and I,” Johnny says, “y/n and I have decided to leave the show and start focusing on us and our future child,”

“It’s a shame really,” you continued, “it was really fun filming for the show.”

Johnny nodded in agreement, “hopefully our fans can respect our decision and continue supporting us regardless.”

--END--

[nananaptime]

Midnight Conversations

This has been on my to-do list since 2018 hhhh

I am explaining migraine in this fic in the way that I experience them. Not everyone experience migraines the same way, everyone experience different signs, it is prompted differenely for everyone and everyone has their own way of dealing with them. This is just my own personal experience of them.

This is not as good as it should be but I hope you all enjoy it either way ^^

Masterlist Rules

Not requested

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1 678

Summary: Nightly conversations is a given when you have company during a migraine attack.

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You let your bag fall to the floor as you collapsed onto the couch in the middle of the living room, all but dead after the week’s studious activities. It was obvious that college would be difficult and tiring but the fact that it would leave you this burned out by the end of the first term was not one you had been informed of. Not only that but now that all assignments before the holidays were turned in you felt a migraine nestle into the right side of your brain. Knowing this was an effect of you finally relaxing mentally, you cursed yourself for not taking the right precautions which would’ve been taking some painkillers during the day to prevent this from happening. It’s not like you weren’t warned either, you should’ve known once your eyes started unfocusing as that is the most normal indicator for an incoming migraine attack.

With a deep sigh, you shuffled off the couch and made your way towards the bathroom, turning off the lights in your pursuit. The pill was hard to swallow and a lot of water was drunk as it made its way down your throat but it had to be done, without it the migraine would’ve stuck around for days. It was too late to stop it completely now but at least you limited its visitation hours.

Filling the glass with water again, you turned off the lights and entered your bedroom, where you placed the glass on your bedside table before pulling the dark curtains over your windows, leaving the room in darkness. The bed was very welcoming as you made yourself comfortable under the covers, hoping to sleep the pain away.

~

Jungwoo’s heart was beating out of his chest as he left the store, a bag full of snacks and candy meant to be eaten as a way to celebrate having survived the first term of college with you. He knew you had been stressed out of your mind this past week due to multiple deadlines and hence, he believed junk food to be the best way to mark the end of it. There was slight hope in him that the snacks would put you in a happy mood so he could find the courage and finally ask you out. It’s something he’s been trying to do for years but his bravery always seemed to slip away at the last second, leaving him a stuttering mess and you slightly confused.

This was his goal, however. He told himself when he got into the same college as you that if he got through the first term without failing any classes, then he can get through the nerve-wracking process of confessing to you. So here he was, a 3.0 GPA average, a bag filled to the brim with chips, chocolate and ben’n’jerry ice cream and nerves resembling those of Mrs Bennet.

On his way over to your apartment on campus, the sky filled with stars and the streetlights illuminated his way. With a glance at his watch, he increased his pace, wanting to spend as much time as possible with you before putting your whole friendship in jeopardy. As the time struck 8 pm, he entered your apartment complex, taking two steps at a time up to the third floor, stopping to take some deep breaths before, finally, knocking on your door,

~

It was like someone had pushed a spear right through your head and twisted it with every knock that came from your door. A huff left your lips before you struggled out of bed, keeping your eyes closed even though no lights were turned on. The shine from the moon was enough for your head to feel like it was crumbling in on itself. Once you finally got the door open, you were met with a smiling Jungwoo. Or, well, at least for a second. As soon as he saw your expression the smile fell from his face much like the grocery bag fell from his hand and he was in your apartment in mere seconds, hands cradling your face.

“What happened? Are you okay?” His voice was way too loud for you to be able to handle it so, with a scrunched up face, you hushed him and mumbled out that you were experiencing a migraine. His worried expression was immediately replaced by one of empathy as he slowly took off his shoes to not make too much noise, before leading you back to your room, promising that he would be there in a minute, offering cuddles.

Once he had put the snacks in the kitchen and the ice cream in the freezer, he joined you under the covers where you had already fallen asleep. He cradled your body against his, feeling a wave of protection come over him as he engulfed you in his warmth. Silently asking the universe how it could justify plaguing such a genuine and wonderful person with migraines.

A couple of hours later, he was woken from his slumber by you shuffling around in his arms, trying to find a comfortable position. Eventually, you sat up and reached for the water on the bedside table, the water you haven’t touched until now. Jungwoo looked at his watch, huffing slightly at the late hour.

“Mmh, did you sleep well? Are you feeling better?” He took care to apply a soft tone to his voice, almost whispering, to not cause you more pain than you were already experiencing.

You nodded your head as you put the glass down and laid down in his arms once again, cuddling into his chest. “Yeah, it’s not completely gone but it’s not as prominent anymore.”

“That’s good. How many pills did you take for it?” You held up a finger to indicate the number. Jungwoo let out a small sigh. “You should’ve taken two.”

“Mh, no, I never take more than one and it’s fine, I’m used to these migraines by now.”

“You shouldn’t have to be.”

“No, but I’ve always had them, it’s my own fault that I don’t take precautions when I can, like drinking water or listening to the signs when they arrive.” You relaxed slightly against his body, enjoying the warmth it gave off. “Most of them can be prevented.”

“Will I have to drop in to take care of you so you experience them less?” You laughed at that.

“Maybe.” He laughed and shifted over to his back, causing you to settle your head on his chest.

“I wonder how the universe even works, like, shouldn’t the bad people be the ones experiencing these things?” You thought his statement over for a minute.

“I mean, no one is completely bad or completely good, right? So I don’t think you can go on that but I don’t think it’s random either. It’s rather that everything happens for a reason, these migraines have taught me something, they have affected my growth and my development and I believe that if I didn’t have them, I might have been another person you know.” He contemplated what I said.

“I just wish you could learn these things and grow the same way without the causes being so painful.”

“It’s fine Woo, I’m okay and it could’ve been worse. I could’ve been in pain for days but this will most likely be gone come morning.”

“I hope so, I don’t like seeing you in pain, I’m more used to the smiling side of you.” The mention of it caused your smile to appear on your face, albeit smaller and more fatigued than normal.

“We all have our sufferings and we deal with them the best we can, it’s life.” Jungwoo grumbled about how life was unfair because of it and you just laughed at him, happy to have some company to distract you from your head.

A yawn left your lips and you felt yourself sink back into your dreams.

“Go to sleep darling, I’ll be here when you wake up.” You nodded drowsily before settling against his chest and letting sleep pull you under. “I’ll confess to you in the morning.”

~

Jungwoo woke to the smell of bacon and scrambled eggs. With a glance to the other side of the bed, he noted the emptiness of it and sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

He found you flipping the bacon with an apron on to not get any oil on your shirt. A smile found its way to his lips as he took in the domestic scene in front of him before he made his way to the counter and tapped your shoulder, offering a good morning in the process.

“Morning, you sleep like a log, you know that.” He laughed at your jab and couldn’t help but notice how the energy and happiness had returned to you once again.

“I assume the migraine has left the building?” You nodded at him, flipping the bacon once again.

“Yeah, I took a pill this morning just so it won’t make another surprise visit but it seems like I’m in the clear for now.” With a smile on your face, you put the bacon on two plates next to the already finished scrambled eggs before putting them both on the table. “About last night.” The fork stopped halfway to Jungwoo’s mouth as he awaited the ending of that sentence, eyes shaking. You looked at him across the table, a small smirk playing on your lips. “You’ll confess to me in the morning?”

Jungwoo felt his soul leave his body, taking all the courage he’d built up with it.

“Uhm, eh, haha, I think I should go, I’ll see you Monday!” He was off his chair in seconds and bolted for the door.

“No, no. Woo, wait!” Giggles spilt from his lips as you caught him by the back of his shirt. You reached for his face where you placed a small kiss on his cheek. “I like you too.” You let his face go, turning around in the process. “Now you can go if you want.”

He didn’t leave.