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・Even though Hwoarang is a little shit sometimes, he knows some good ass recipes to make you feel better.
・ Expect him to be force-feeding you.
・ At the beginning of your and Hwoarang’s relationship, I think he wouldn’t necessarily believe you when you tell him you didn’t feel well. He wouldn’t be mad at you, or belittle you, but more that he thinks you're stronger than that.
・ He would only really believe you when he saw it. The two of you would be training when your body finally tells you you’re too damn sick to be trying to fight Hwoarang. He would finally realize how pale you look, how quickly you’re out of breath. Then it really hits him when you collapse to your knees.
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Hwoarang dropped to his knees in front of you, his eyes scanned your face, and his hand held your arm. “You meant it didn’t you?” His voice was quieter than usual, but your body was too exhausted to reply to him. Sweat made your hair cling to your forehead, your body feeling all too hot and freezing at the same time. You let your head fall against his chest, as limp as the rest of your body. Hwoarang didn’t move, nor did he speak, quite unusual for him. You couldn’t tell how many minutes passed, or if it had even been a minute.
“I’m gonna pick you up— and don’t think you’re gonna tell me no either.” Before you could even protest he shut it down. He stood up as you attempted to do the same, feeling like your stomach was going to come up your throat. His forearms swept you up from underneath you, carrying you quickly out of his dojang, luckily his house was not too far.
The rest of the day was spent through a cycle of Hwoarang scolding you to not get up and that he’ll do it. Hell he wouldn’t even let you go to the bathroom alone. But besides the pampering and not allowing you to even take a step, he made you rice porridge, though your nausea was through the roof you could at least keep it down. Sometimes he wouldn’t even let you pick up your spoon to eat, instead feeding you himself. It was oddly romantic and adorable for him, though you weren’t going to tease him about it.
You recovered quite quickly due to whatever magic his cooking skills held, and the cuddling on his couch that was maybe a bit too small for the two of you.
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After you were back to feeling better and mostly normal, he stayed a little sweeter than before. It’s not like he was an asshole before or anything, he still teased you and flicked your forehead from time to time but he was just sweeter. He's really just a big softy at heart.