You're nothing short of my everything | Haerin x reader one shots

I've got a fever, can you check?

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Despite what she's sure were her family's very best efforts, Haerin Kang is a good person.

She is. She buys local, free-range, fair-trade produce. She volunteers at the animal shelter. She does meat- free Mondays, takes soy milk in her coffee, and tips every server at least 50%.

She doesn't cheat. She doesn't steal or scam or commit murder, directly or otherwise, which already gives her a leg up on 90% of her relatives. She isn't cruel. Never intentionally causes pain to others. She doesn't lust or covet, much.

And she doesn't lie. Except about this.

This being her current position: curled up in her best friend's lap, head tucked against Y/n's neck while the woman in question cards her fingers through her loose hair, rocking them gently back and forth.

"You're still a little warm," Y/n murmurs, her cool hand pressing gently to Haerin's forehead before sliding down to cup her cheek, thumb stroking out along her jaw. "How are you feeling? Headache still bad?"

"Mmm, yeah," Haerin hums, like the liar she's become. Because the other thing Haerin Kang definitely and unequivocally is, aside from good, is fully and completely healthy.

But she's not about to admit that she'd fabricated today's 'headache' out of nothing, that the feeble voicemail she'd left Y/n explaining her 'symptoms' was nothing more than an Oscar-worthy performance by a seasoned actress.

Not when Y/n had dropped everything and showed up at her door not three minutes later, painkillers in hand and concerned frown firmly in place. Not when Y/n is wrapping her in blankets and calling her baby and kissing her forehead and flatly refusing to let go of Haerin for longer than the duration of a bathroom break.

She's not going to admit to her own falsehoods, to the liberties she's taken with the truth. Not when the result of such a confession would certainly involve Y/n leaving in a huff, with Haerin left behind un-cuddled and un-kissed and decidedly unhappy.

Haerin Kang may have spent her entire life trying her level best to become and remain a good person, but she's no saint. Even she has her limits.

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In her defence, it wasn't like she'd set out to lie.

The first time, she really had been ill. She'd spent years successfully evading the colds and dorm bugs that so frequently felled her fellow trainees, had soldiered on through plenty of sniffles, muscled right past many a migraine.

Haerin had taken a quiet kind of pride in her perfect attendance record, and had regarded it as another well- placed piece of her successful Idol puzzle. It was proof, however circumstantial, that she could handle herself, and could do what needed to be done. That she wasn't as weak as her mother and brother had led her to believe. That she could, in fact, do this.

So it was, if anything, quite a momentous occasion the day she'd finally encountered a germ with, as Minji had so eloquently put it when Haerin had called in sick that morning, enough balls to take her on and win.

In her half-delirious state Haerin had just enough presence of mind after hanging up on Minji to send a text to Y/n asking for a rain-check on their lunch plans on account of her mild cold. Her mild cold, which in all actuality was more of a particularly vicious bout of flu that had knocked Haerin's usually stoic immune system on its ass and left her huddled feverishly under a mass of blankets in her darkened bedroom, sweating even as she shivered so hard her teeth rattled.