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Yoonchae didn’t have a really good time in rehearsal.
Not because she didn’t sleep enough, not because of rehearsing Hootie Frutti for possibly the 1000th time (she swears her knees were on the verge of bleeding), not because of the girls making emo covers of their latest songs, and not because their choreographers didn’t hold back on their criticism this close to their world tour.
But because her Megan wasn’t here. She was suffering from.. a cold. And not just a cold, because apparently she was coughing like that one audio she kept referencing (“No, no, it’s that one video of the different types of coughs kids can make or whatever”. she proceeded to cough super loudly and Yoonchae was worried she’d get contaminated through the phone).
But it’s fine, Yoonchae lasted 11 hours without her girlfriend. That was perfectly fine. She was super mentally sane after spending that much time away from her.
So when Grant and Sohey announced the end of rehearsal, Yoonchae was the first to leave and took an uber to Megan’s apartment.
She opened the door with the spare key she always has on her and walked inside. Megan was sleeping on the couch, a series she wasn’t watching on the tv, and woke up to the sound of the lock clicking. She was staring at her with such sweet eyes.
“Hi jagiya.” The younger girl said, walking over to place a peck on her forehead, flinching back at the unexpected heat. She then pressed the back of her hand to Megan’s forehead, who was whining at the loss of affection.
“Oh shit you’re burning.” The korean said, rubbing her shoulder with one hand.
“Mm, ‘think I have a fever.” Megan replied.
“Yeah, you could cook an egg on it.” Yoonchae said, earning her an unamused stare from her not so intimidating girlfriend whenever she turned her head up on the side or her couch.
“Sorry, that’s mean, there’s not enough space on your forehead to cook an egg.” She chuckled, saying she was going to cook her juk for the fever.
She explained it was rice porridge when Megan asked as she was walking into the kitchen. Her mother always made her juk when she was feeling sick. A warm meal that’s easy to eat is always a good cure.
She prepared it as quickly as she could, making sure to not let the rice stick to the bottom of the pan and burn.
Megan was still laying on the couch like dead weight, still awake and now watching another random show she was in the mood to watch when Yoonchae came in with a bowl of juk and a glass of water, placing it on the coffee table. She quickly ran back to get ibuprofen because she only had so many hands, putting it next to everything else.
Megan sat up, sneezing and leaning next to Yoonchae. “I feel terrible.” She says while blowing her nose. Her girlfriend rubs her back, getting a spoonful of juk and blowing on it to feed her.
“Aah” Yoonchae says expectantly while holding the spoon to her mouth. Megan gives a displeasing stare at that, knowing she was trying to ragebait her when she was sick.
The korean chuckled when Megan took a bite, and took the time praising her before getting another spoonful.
“Mm, it really tastes like juk.”
“Huh?” Yoonchae replied, looking confused at what she was trying to say.
“No, like, it tastes really like.. a, uhh, comfort food, y'know?”
“Yeah, I see.” She chuckled. She really couldn’t stop chuckling today even though Megan was sick. As if she looked remotely endearing while fighting a fever. “Here.” She said super softly, bringing the spoon to her mouth.
She continued feeding Megan that way, exchanging small quips in between, the show being just background noise as of now. Megan already felt quite better under her girlfriend’s care, but she was still suffering a lot. She had taken the ibuprofen while eating, but everything felt sticky.
Yoonchae moved them over to Megan’s bed, insisting on carrying her princess style. She left with a kiss on the forehead and soon returned with a cold towel. Like a ritual, she kissed her forehead again before softly placing the cold towel on it. Megan felt like a sickly victorian child but under her girlfriend’s care she was in her favorite place.
After spending so much time on her feet without much chance for affection other than while feeding her, Yoonchae laid down in bed cuddling into her girlfriend’s side.
The younger girl was falling asleep when Megan was feeling restless. She felt a heaviness from the fever, a heaviness she felt the only way to counter was to have something heavier on her.
A long sigh from her quickly woke Yoonchae up next to her if she was even sleeping.
“You alright?” She asked.
“Mmyeah, I just feel so heavy.” Yoonchae tilted her head at that.
“What no, no! I just mean like I need like a weighted blanket or something..” Megan threw her head back with a sigh. “God that’d be a great gift, you’re lucky you have one ‘Chae.”
Yoonchae would cross the world to find any item, common or mythical for Megan. She could very easily go to her apartment to grab the weighted blanket she owns (not-so-easily, but it’s an easy decision), the blanket who smells like her and would comfort her sick Megan and keep her warm and cozy.
But this was a hard decision today. Because she spent 11 hours away from her girlfriend and the only time she wasn’t on her feet in Megan’s apartment is when she was feeding her and hugging her on the bed.
She didn’t want to go out and do a roundtrip between her and Megan’s apartment, she wanted to stay close, and technically your girlfriend’s body should be a comfortable replacement. So, the only logical choice with all of that going on in Yoonchae’s head was:
“Do you want me to lay on top of you?” She asked bluntly, facing the older girl on the bed.
“I- what?” Megan stumbled, chuckling at the directness.
“Do you want me to lay on top of you?” Yoonchae repeated.
She saw the wasian start blushing then lazily shaking thoughts out her head. She was staring up at the ceiling, taking a moment to think.
“That actually sounds really nice.” Megan agreed, a soft smile on her face.
Yoonchae smirked back, adjusting to lay on top of Megan, hugging her deeply and nuzzling into her neck. Megan breathed deeply, enjoying the big hug. Even though Yoonchae isn’t as physically affectionate in public, physical touch is still a very big part of how she loves. She’s always cuddling up to Megan, being there physically as well as mentally.
Megan’s lucky to have her, to have such an amazing and devoted girlfriend. She lifts her head slightly to look at Yoonchae, already dead asleep on her chest, beautiful blonde hair falling down her gentle bare face.
Her fever has gone down since the younger girl came over. So Megan just lays her head back against the pillow and lets sleep take over. She needs rest to be able to go back to her schedule.
Megan doesn’t have a weighted blanket yet, but she doesn’t mind what she has right now.