𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒 | 𝐊- 𝐏𝐎𝐏

𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗍𝗒

1440 Minutes

happypil428

Summary:

A day is short, and when you have moments like these that you want to treasure, you wish that every minute will be one that you can keep.

Notes:

This work is a collection of random short works that can be set in different universes. Each chapter can be read on its own unless otherwise indicated that a chapter must be read in continuation of another.

Chapter 1: 11:47 PM - Wonpil

The dull thud of the glass against the wood of your bedside table accompanied by your relieved sigh as your back hits the mattress is what breaks the silence in your room on this uneventful night. Uneventful, if you consider falling sick insignificant. You’ve just downed your second Advil for the day when you felt that the paracetamol didn’t help with the headache after you took a tablet for your colds. 

You shuffle around in your blankets, sniffling every now and then, careful with your every movement to not worsen the pounding in your head. The pain gradually weakens to a dull throb and your now comfortable position in your blankets allows your lids to droop shut, but the light ping from your phone on the bedside table stops you from completely drifting off to slumber. You sigh as your hands fumble around for your phone, and the bubbling irritation completely disappears when the notification shows that you received a good night message from a contact named Piri~ with two heart emojis added at the end for good measure. 

Your headache does nothing to stop the grin that works its way on your lips as you type to send I miss you as a quick reply. A minute barely passes after you've hit send when your screen lights up with Why are you still up? :(

You barely have time to register that you forgot to tell your boyfriend you're sick as you almost automatically tap on the video call button. Wonpil picks up on the second ring and you're met by the sight of him looking soft and cuddly in a black hoodie, the hood up on his head with the strings taut around his face and secured in a ribbon knot resting on his chin. His black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose frame his eyes that squint as he tries to make out the image he has of you on his end of the call. Your eyes adjust to the light from your phone and you slowly recognize that he is in the room he’s had many of his live videos in. 

"Are you sick? Why didn't you tell me?" 

Wonpil knows you too well; he knows that you only tuck yourself under the blankets up to your chin with a hood taut tight on your head when you're feeling under the weather. Come to think of it, you've unknowingly worn matching outfits today. 

You dismiss his question with light sniffles interrupting. "No, don't worry a-about me. I'll be fine in the morning."

Your reply doesn't do anything to quell his worries. "Do you want me to come over? I'll get you something along the way. There's that new mart a block next to your place."

"Nope, babe, there's no need to. Don't forget the last time I was sick and you came by, you couldn't stop holding my hand and you went down with the flu the day right after. Spare me another week of Sungjin nagging me about infecting you because the last time is enough." 

You both giggle at the memory of Sungjin getting nearly mad at you and you suppress the shudder that almost runs down your back when you remember the leader's reprimanding stare when you came over to tend to your sick boyfriend.