Forelsket {Dokyeom, DK ff}

Winter nights

"This is absolutely fraud! Capitalism at its worst, just trying to grab money!" I exclaimed, voicing my discontent loudly in front of the shop as I won no stuffed toys in the claw machine. Petty behaviour, I know.

Dokyeom swept me off my feet, lifting me into his arms. "Alright, let's not cause a revolution tonight," he joked, carrying me away from the scene of my tipsy protest.

I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation, enjoying the unexpected adventure of the night.

As Dokyeom led me through the dimly lit streets, I couldn't help but continue my tipsy tirade.

"But seriously, it's like they're scamming people with this game. Unbelievable!" I ranted, my words slurring a bit.

Dokyeom chuckled, his grip steady on my hands as he navigated the uneven sidewalk. "I think you've made your point, loud and clear."

"I mean, who even falls for these things? It's like they want us to believe we can win, but it's all a trap!" I rambled on, gesturing wildly with my hands.

Dokyeom laughed heartily. "You fell for it."

"I should start a movement! No more rigged games!" I declared with faux determination, earning another round of laughter from Dokyeom. Making him laugh at absolute silly things was my favourite thing to do.

"Save it for tomorrow. Tonight, let's just focus on getting you home in one piece," he suggested, leading me home.

As we reached the end of the alley, I noticed a row of colourful small capsule toys machines outside. The sight immediately captured my attention, and I wiggled out of Dokyeom's arms.

"Wait, I need to try these! They're not rigged like that evil arcade machine," I insisted, stumbling toward the colourful capsules.

Dokyeom sighed in amusement, tired, but followed along. "Alright, but just a quick one."

I eagerly fed coins into the machine, turning the dial and waiting for what would emerge. Dokyeom watched with amusement as I excitedly examined my tiny prize.

"It's a little keychain! Look, it's so cute!" I exclaimed, showing it to him as if I'd discovered a priceless gem.

Dokyeom chuckled. "Well, I'm glad it made you happy. Now, let's really get you home before it gets colder." He spoke, rubbing his hands together.

Giving the keychain to Dokyeom as a tiny gift from me, we resumed our journey home. Noticing I was cold, he gave me his own hot packs and scarf making sure I was warned up pretty well.

The next day, Dokyeom woke up with a cold. Nose and ears all red and sneezing his way throughout the morning. He laid down on the bed with the comforter wrapped around his body. He looked like a burrito. Informing his manager and members, he tried to get some rest.

"You have a fever" I spoke, dejected, looking at the thermometer and he hid his face in the pillow trying to cough away from my direction. "Let me make you a congee, rest till then okay?" I spoke, patting his back gently and he nodded with half open eyes.

I made my way into the kitchen and started making the congee. About 15 minutes later, Dokyeom walked outside, the blanket still wrapped around his body and a small part of it following behind like a tail. He lied down on the couch and faced me keeping an arm under his head supporting it like a pillow.

"I can't sleep," he murmured, his voice sounding groggy and congested. "I can't sing either," he added with a hint of disappointment.

"Take care of yourself then," I remarked, glancing at him as I continued cooking.

"I do!" he protested, his stuffed-up voice contradicting his words.

"Promise me first," I insisted, placing the lid over the pot and walking toward him. Sitting beside him, he shifted to rest his head on my lap.

"Promise me you'll start putting yourself before others, even me! You can't go around getting sick; I can't handle that," I pleaded and Dokyeom gave me a 'I'm a human, I get sick as well' look.

"I can't make promises I won't keep, Hana. I do take care of myself enough," he replied, causing my shoulders to slump.

"Just take care of your health! We were getting home in 10-15 minutes max; you didn't have to give me those hand warmers," I argued, my voice maintaining a normal tone.

"Why are you scolding me? I'm a sick person—wah," he covered his ears, scrunching his face.

"Because I'm not used to you getting sick; it's frightening, okay?" I confessed, caressing his hair. Instead of being concerned, he smiled up at me.

"I'll be fine~ The cold will go away by tomorrow, my IV still works I hope. Plus you taking care of me makes me warm; keep it coming," he shrugged, his smile reaching his eyes, making me chuckle.

"I have a few minutes until the congee is done; let me warm you up," I suggested, tapping his hands so he'd open up the blanket.

Dokyeom complied, chuckling, and I laid down against his body, wrapping my arms around him as he wrapped us both in the blanket.

"This is perfect," he whispered, and I rubbed his back, creating a cocoon of warmth and care. 

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