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“Tell me you’re joking. Baby, please, tell me you’re joking.” Gi-hun’s voice comes through the phone strained and pitched high with worry, the crackling on the other end telling you he’s got the device pressed hard against his ear.
“I’m not– ow –not joking, but I’m fine, really,” you reply, wincing at the soreness in your neck. “It’s just my neck. Like a sort of minor whiplash, but I’m okay.”
“Oh baby, oh fuck, I can’t believe I wasn’t there–” Before your husband can begin panicking, you interrupt.
“What? So you could get whiplash, too?” you quip, adding a half-hearted chuckle at the end. Gi-hun doesn’t laugh.
“It’s not funny, and I’m coming to get you right now,” he says in a sharp voice. You can guess he’s already been driving since you first told him your car had been totaled.
Your brain tells you to get a ride home and insist he stay at work, but your heart is screaming for him to pick you up and bundle you into his arms at the soonest possible moment. So you don’t protest and instead say, “I’ll be waiting. And please drive safe, I don’t need a second crash today.”
This time he lets out a soft breath: almost a laugh. “Yeah, yeah.” Then he seems to remember what you’d said in the turmoil of your initial rundown of the situation a few minutes earlier. “If I ever find the jackass that rammed you, I’ll–” As his voice turns into a violent growl, you interrupt once more.
“He didn’t ram me, it was more like– A whole bunch happened all at once. Nobody else is at fault, honey,” you assure him.
He responds with a gentle growl, his anger still clear through the phone.
“I’m pulling up now,” he starts to say after a moment of quiet breathing between the two of you.
“Great, I’ll meet you out front,” you say, getting up carefully from your seat in the lobby.
“And you’re okay? Seriously?” he asks, again sounding panicked. “You’re not in a wheelchair or–”
“No,” you laugh. “I’m fine! Just… shaky and ready to go home. And tired,” you add quickly. “I’m exhausted.”
When you reach the car, you shove your phone into your pocket and sigh deeply at the sight of your husband emerging from the driver’s seat.
He doesn’t bother shutting the door as he hurries to you, cupping your face in his warm hands with the utmost gentility, trying hard to not scoop you into a bear hug.
“My sweet princess,” he coos, studying your face with his luscious dark eyes, worry furrowing his brow. “Tell me where it hurts.”
You shrug, which only makes you wince, and rub the back of your neck. “My neck, is all. I’m okay, though. They told me to just rest.”
Gi-hun’s nodding, slipping one arm around your waist to pull you against him, leaving the other to trail his thumb down your cheek sweetly. “I was so worried when I got that phone call,” he says.
“I know, sorry to make you worry–”
He replies playfully, “I always worry about you, baby. You know me.”
“That’s fair,” you giggle softly. Then sigh again. “Let’s go home. I’m so tired.”
He nods quickly, moving to let you walk in front of him, his hand clasped in yours until you reach your door. He helps you inside and flashes you that award-winning smile you love so much before shutting the door and getting in the other side.
“Where to?” he rumbles gently, looking at you with wide glittery eyes. “Just home?”
You nod, slowly, as to not hurt yourself worse. “Maybe we can stop for ice cream or something?” you add with a shy smile.
Gi-hun grins, chuckling, “Of course. Anything for my princess.” The pet name makes you blush, and you turn away to hide it.
“You spoil me,” you say.
He shrugs. “How can I not?” he questions, pulling out into traffic with extreme caution.
The car ride is relatively silent, and when your husband pulls into the Starbucks drive-thru, you ask for a strawberry milkshake, practically drooling after having eaten hardly anything since that morning. The smile he gives you when you’re able to take a relieved breath makes your stomach flip wonderfully.
“You sure you’re okay?” he asks again as you pull into the driveway a few minutes later. You nod slowly, looking at him.
“I am, babe. Just exhausted at this point,” you assure him. “A little sore.”
“Maybe I can help make you feel better,” he rumbles cheekily, leaning over the seat to tickle your neck with a soft kiss.
“Such a charmer,” you giggle, feigning pushing him away. He smiles against your skin, his teeth sharp and warm as he nibbles at your ear, catching your wrist in his strong grasp.
“Any requests?” he whispers, making you shiver. You try and hide it by twisting your head and kissing him back, coaxing a small gasp of excitement as your lips collide with his. You hate to pull away, but the angle your neck is tilted at sends a sharp pain through you, and the kiss ends.
“Just cuddles for now,” you shrug, smirking. “Maybe more later.”
“I am at your mercy, dear lady,” your husband drones dramatically, pretending to bow before hopping from his seat and crossing to your side to open the door.
“I would hope so,” you tease, rolling your eyes at him as he helps you out and kisses your hand like a mediaeval knight.
“Uh oh,” he says suddenly as he straightens, his eyes widening at your form as he drags his melty brown gaze up and down.
It makes you shiver and blush, and you ask, “What’s wrong?”
“Looks like the crash injured your legs, too,” he says with a sly, lopsided grin. “Better not let you walk all the way inside.”
“Gi-hun, stop,” you laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck willingly as he scoops you into the air. “I’m fine.”
“Nope, I don’t think so,” he chuckles warmly, ducking his face to nuzzle in your neck, making you gasp. “See? That sound means pain.”
You smile into the open air as your husband carries you over the threshold, like your wedding day, his strong hands gripping your thighs to keep you safe in his arms.
“Thanks, Dr. Seong,” you giggle as he struggles to kick the door shut behind him while clutching you.
“I do know best,” he grins, carrying you to the bedroom. “Now I’ll just set you on the cot and have a look-see what’s the matter.”
You squeal as he lays you down on the cushy comforter, dipping to nip gently at your throat. “Mm, mhm,” he mumbles deeply against your skin, his lips warm and soft. You suck in a sharp breath as his teeth graze the tender flesh below your chin, and you feel yourself oozing into his grasp. “I see,” he jokes, pretending to inspect your body while he runs his fingers up and down your arms and torso. “Looks real bad. I’m gonna have to check for bruises,” he admits, tugging playfully at your shirt.
You shriek as he starts to tickle you, hiking your skirt to check your legs for any signs of injury. “Gi-hun!” you laugh, mock-kicking him away as he plants wet kisses on your knees, working up your thighs with his heavy hands.
“Oh no,” he deadpans, squeezing your legs in an iron grip to stop your wiggling. “We’re gonna have to do surgery. Here comes the anaesthesia.” At that, he leaps forward, attacking your exposed belly with hot, sloppy kisses as you laugh and smack at his muscle-laden shoulders and back.
“Baby, I–” you start, twisting to try and snatch his hands in your own, but break off with a yelp of pain. The ache in your neck comes back with a vengeance, and Gi-hun’s head whips up, his hands encircling you carefully as the playfulness leaves his eyes, replaced with concern.
“I’m so sorry sweetness,” he coos, scooting up on the bed to pull you into his side, flush against his ribs. “What happened?”
You shake your head slowly. “Just my neck, sorry.”
“No, I shouldn’t have been so rough, I’m really sorry,” he says sadly, his chest rumbly and warm beneath your touch. “Can I make it up to you?” His eyes glitter with deep adoration that makes you shiver.
You trail your fingertips down his stubbly jaw and pull him in close until your lips collide.
“Just hold me,” you request. He smiles against your mouth, and you know he’ll happily oblige.
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