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Oh And What If I Cry And Sob That Was So Cute :(

oh and what if i cry and sob that was so cute :(

you? sick? : p. hanni

synopsis: only an idiot catches a cold in the summer.

# : pairing ! nonidol! pham hanni x gn!reader

# : tags ! established relationship, fluff, it's really just fluff i promise, haerin snitches on you (ooooh), spoon feeding, cháo (congee) goes so hard when you're sick my mom used to make it whenever i was sick, i love this stupid seal picture, young sheldon mention

# : wordcount ! 1k

# : warnings ! none

you were dying.

...okay, dying is definitely an exaggeration. but you sure as hell feel like you're dying.

and you did text your friend haerin to help but she replied "ijbol" and left. and you couldn't call your very lovely flawless gremlin girlfriend because... well, you're embarrassed.

see, some days ago the exact same situation happened, but to hanni. she had called you in distress and of course you came over and helped her, but not without making fun of her. that's part of your relationship, really; it's all in good fun. but it also subjects you into a life where you have to watch what you say around the girl you love because anything and everything will be used against you.

in most cases it ends in bickering (you targeting her height and her targeting your IRL typos) and maybe a good laugh and the inevitable cuddles-on-the-couch, but you won't hear the end of it if you caught her cold after relentlessly teasing her for catching a cold in the middle of july. now you caught a cold in the middle of august. how fun is that?

you're currently suffering on your bed with a mountain of tissues on either side, all grossly soaked in your nasal fluids, covered by a heap of blankets and an episode of young sheldon playing indistinctly in the background. worse yet, your parents are gone on an anniversary date so you're completely alone in the house. haerin was supposed to come over today, but backed out after you texted her in a panic.

...there's thumps resounding throughout the house. oh no. you're sick and you can't even hide. what if it's some killer and—

"i'm not a killer, y/nnie. i'm honestly offended you think that."

oh shit. your killer has really pretty eyes. or maybe your cold got worse and you're dead and seeing an angel.

the angel helps you sit up, the tissues miraculously gone. maybe she cleaned up the mess. the netflix episode is still playing in the background, though it's turned down to the point in which you can barely hear sheldon throwing a temper tantrum.

in a few seconds your mind clears, albeit only slightly. but at least you can make sense of what's going on around you. you're still sick and unfortunately not dead. and the angel sitting by your bed is...

"are you feeling okay?" she smiles softly, tilting her head to the side and measuring the temperature of your forehead with the back of her hand. "you're burning up like crazy..."

squinting your eyes and blinking rapidly, you turn to look at the girl. "hanni."

"y/n."

huh. maybe she had telepathic powers. wait, no! this is bad! bad for your pride. and bad for your heart. well, whatever. she wouldn't make fun of you if you were actually suffering, would she?

something metallic—a spoon—gets pushed against your lips. it's holding some kind of porridge, piping hot, and you reluctantly take it into your mouth despite not being very hungry. as mentioned before, it's piping hot, causing your eyes to water and your throat to burn as you swallow the food. unfortunately, that meant you couldn't taste anything due to the heat.

hanni grins, already holding the next bite over the porcelain bowl filled with the porridge. "too hot?"

you nod meekly and blush when she blows gently on the spoon. she holds it up to your mouth again, and this time you happily take the bite. you can finally taste it: a warm spoonful of the cháo thịt bọ that you've acquired a liking for, after coming over to the girl's house for dinner several times.

humming in approval, you look back at your girlfriend pleadingly, silently asking for another bite with your eyes. "did you make this?"

"yeah," she nods, blowing on the next spoonful and watching you take the bite. "haerin texted me and said that you're sick. why didn't you tell me?"

"well..." you shift uncomfortably, pushing your blankets off of your lap. it was getting too hot, especially with your fever and the added presence of your girlfriend. "i didn't want you to make fun of me. and i didn't want you to get sick. again."

to your embarrassment, hanni starts laughing like you'd just told the funniest joke of the century to her. she sets the nearly empty bowl on your nightstand so she could wipe her tears with her sleeve.

her face suddenly shifts into a more serious expression. "are you being for real? i may joke around a lot but i'm still your girlfriend. i care for you, you know?"

you look away in shame, sniffling. "i know..."

"and i want to take care of you because i love you! when haerin contacted me i was so worried, stupid," she glares, but feeds you the last spoonful of cháo. you're almost disappointed it's all gone. hanni's cooking is always superb. "by the way, my mom already made phở back at my house so i packed some for dinner."

"oh my god, you're the best girlfriend ever. i love you so much, i could kiss you," you ramble, staring starry-eyed at your girlfriend.

"ew, no, you're gonna get me sick again!"

you gasp in offense. "did you just say ew to the one you love!? i can't believe this."

"shut up, god," she groans, the empty bowl on your nightstand again. you get a hold of her hand, admiring the promise ring you got her for your one-year anniversary. you were also wearing yours, but when you brought it up to your face to see it closer, you felt a familiar, stinging sensation traveling through your nose.

"ah... achoo!"

hanni and you stare at each other wide-eyed. she eventually starts snickering, and you glare at her.

"only an idiot catches a cold in the summer," she smiles. it's so sweet that you feel like you're melting, even though you already shed your three blankets.

"you love me."

"i love you."

a/n : hey guys 😁 sorry this was short my friend got sick like last week and it turned into this

Oh And What If I Cry And Sob That Was So Cute :(

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