I feel like Joongi is THE weird guy of the Ichigang. He may look like the most normal, but he is absolutely NOT:
He goes to Hawaii and spends two days wearing thick ass black clothes and a raincoat before someone tells him to go change, but still hates convertibles cause "they get hot when you're at a stoplight". He gets insecure over pimples. He knows he is hot shit and is obsessed with his physique to the point that he sees a chicken and immediately goes 'chicken breasts'. His boss puts him on souvenir duty whenever he travels anywhere. He wants to buy Macadamia nuts for everyone in the Geomijul. He once swam up a whole river upstream. He loves animals. He almost fell for a parrot scam but forgot his wallet so he just smiled and left. He gets super passionate about video games and comics. He once climbed up a whole mountain to get mushrooms for cooking. His hair is silver ash, not white. He thinks building sandcastles is an art and has mastered it. He had an existential crisis cause he forgot to return a DVD before leaving Japan. He can do perfect math. It took him four years to start singing karaoke around his friends. He warns others that the food is hot yet he eats it himself and gets shocked that it is, indeed, hot. He suggested taking out the shampoo and washing his hair in the middle of a gale. He then remembered all the hair care he needs to do and decided against it. He talks to himself at Revolve and goes "People around here are so muscular... You're great Joongi Han! Don't you worry about that!", "I saw some Macadamia nut chocolates on the way here. Man, they looked good. Maybe I should've bought them... No, surely I will find something better. But they looked so tasty...". He once suggested going full power on a static bike to generate electricity.
TLDR: Joongi is my little weirdo and I love him so much.
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Micah Sickfic
Micah taking care of his sick S/O (gender neutral)
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He’s a bastard.
He shouldn’t be finding this nearly as charming as he is. Micah was sure you’d no doubt be cussing him out as the weirdo he is if you could hack your way into his inner monologue right about now. Not that it was ever particularly hard to guess what he was thinking…
But you’re much too weak for that at the moment. Shivering under a mountain of blankets, a cool rag resting on your forehead to try and reduce the fever you were sporting. Snotty and clammy looking, and yet Micah couldn’t get enough.
He chalks his spike in affections up to seeing a new side of you- you’ve been almost painfully forthright with him since he arrived. He finds your dependence on him incredibly endearing. It helps reassure him that no matter how sharp your tongue, you feel safe enough with him to let him see you this vulnerable.
And it’s not like he minds spoiling you a bit :)
“Alright angel, soups on” he coos, carrying over a bowl. He sits himself on the edge of your bed, offering up a spoonful to you after blowing on it gently to help it cool. You give a weak shake of your head, it’s frankly all you can muster at the moment, which makes Micah frown in turn.
“I know you feel like crap, but this will help- promise. It’ll warm you up… you can manage a few bites, yeah?” he presses. A few beats pass, but slowly you shift to a sitting position.
“That’s it baby” Micah praises with a grin. The way your skin flushes just a shade darker at his praise makes Micah think that not all of it is because of the fever…
He drops words of encouragement after every bite you take, allowing you to tap out when half the bowls contents are drained.
“I knew you could do it! How was it?” He asks, setting the bowl on your nightstand in order to give his full attention to you.
“I can’t really taste anything… but it did help warm me up” you admit. Who’d have thought that the first time you’d be trying Chef Micah’s food would be when you couldn’t taste at all?
He smiles once more, leaning over place a lingering kiss on your forehead.
“M-micah” you scold with a shudder. His lips feel incredibly warm, not to mention you’re a bit sensitive from the achiness of your cold.
“Still hot” Micah assesses, ignoring your fluster.
“You could have used your hand… or the thermometer” you pout, laying back down. “You’ll get sick”
A soft smile breaks out at your concern for him. “Awww I didn’t know you cared so much, Angel”
“I don’t… I just don’t want to drop everything to take care of you if you get sick” you grumble back. It just makes Micah’s grin grow further. If you’re well enough to start sassing him back, then you must be on the up an up.
Under normal circumstances, he’d tease you back “It means so much to me that you’d take care of me when I’m sick <3″, but he lets it slide. “Well lucky me, my immune system is as solid as a rock angel. Impenetrable” he replies instead.
You barely hum in response, looking like you’re just about ready to dose off again. Micah moves to grab your rag, preparing to fetch you a new one when you grab his wrist.
“Thank you Micah…” Maybe it’s the fever making you delirious, or maybe it’s the fact that you’re looking at him with so much sweetness, but it makes his heart jump in his throat. He has to physically restrain himself from snuggling you to death in that moment, sickness be damned.
“Anything for you”
He switches your grip so that he is now holding onto your hand, laying a featherlight kiss onto the back of your it before leaving the room, bowl and rag in hand.
You smile, squeezing the plush he gifted you weeks ago just a little tighter before drifting off to sleep…
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