Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Words: 1034
“Okay Mr. Worldwide Handsome,” I smiled at the man in front of me, “Let’s get your hair and makeup touched up before the photoshoot, shall we?”
Jin nodded, giving me a small smile and sliding into the chair in front of me. I walked around, pulling several makeup brushes and palettes from my bag. He cleared his throat.
“I’m sorry you had to take time out of your day off, Noona.” I glanced over my shoulder to find him staring down at his twiddling thumbs, the same small smile still on his plump lips. “I just don’t trust anyone else to do my makeup.”
I turned back to Jin and tilted his head back, his eyes coming to meet mine. God, they’re like pools of hot chocolate. And with a personality just as sweet. How is this man single?
“It’s okay, Jinnie,” I tapped next to his eyes so he’d close them, and he obeyed. “I understand. A perfect face requires perfect makeup.” I regretted the cringey line as soon as I said it, but like always Jin gave me a big grin, his eyes squinting in the process.
His grin morphed into his signature laugh, causing me to let out a few of my own giggles. I loved that laugh. It will probably always be my favorite sound.
“Okay, okay,” I cupped his cheek gently, “Enough giggling; we have to get you ready.”
Jin’s makeup didn’t take long to fix, and his hair wouldn’t have even needed touch ups except that every time I styled it, he’d rake his hands through it a second later. I teased him, saying that he was doing this on purpose to keep me around all day, and instead of disputing it, he would just give me that same shy smile and murmur that he was nervous. Nervous about what, I couldn’t figure out. He was a professional. He had done photoshoots like that countless times, but he just seemed extra fidgety this time.
Why would he be nervous? He’s never nervous. Why did he need me specifically today? The styling was so simple an intern could’ve done it. Why was he giving me that little smile all day? He’s usually so lively; this side of him was so quiet and reserved. These thoughts consumed my walk home. So much so that I didn’t notice the cold rain that started until it was too late. I was still halfway to my apartment, and with the temperature drop from the rain and no umbrella or coat, I was sure to get sick…
And I did.
So sick that when the next day rolled around, I had to call out of work. Everyone wished me well, but well-wishes didn’t cure my nasty cold. I was out sick for another two days. It was the third day when I was miserably bundled up on my couch, trying desperately to break my fever, that a loud bang came from the front door.
I stood slowly, trying to avoid the inevitable dizziness, and made my way to the door. I cracked the door and peaked out.
My brows furrowed.
“Jin?” My throat scratched horribly, barely any voice left, “What are you doing here?”
“You’re sick…” Jin stated simply. “I made you some soup. Can I come in?”
I glanced to the ground and back up, finally nodding slowly, and moved back to open the door more. He pushed his way in and noticed how I was weakly leaning on the door. He helped me back to my nest on the couch and disappeared towards my kitchen to fix me soup.
“You really didn’t have to bring me this, Jinnie.” I weakly smiled at him, accepting the soup once he had returned.
Jin nodded, “Of course I did.” He sat next to me on the couch, and instinctively, I moved backwards. He noticed, and his brow furrowed visibly.
“I don’t want to get you sick.” I explained, “Bang PD-nim wouldn’t be very happy if you caught my cold.”
His face softened, scooting closer again. “I don’t care. If I get sick then I get sick. But I want to make sure you’re feeling better.”
“This soup is helping amazingly. I feel better already.”
“Good.” Jin nodded, a proud smile forming on his lips, but he seemed to hesitate. “Then… Can I stay a little while and take care of you?”
I coughed, choking slightly on the spoonful of soup I had just eaten. “Yo– I– What?”
“Are you okay?” Jin rubbed my back. I couldn’t think. He wanted to stay and take care of me? What!? After a few moments of my silence, Jin reiterated, “So, can I? If you’re not comfortable then I can leave.”
I shook my head, “What if you get sick?”
“I already told you I don’t care about that. I just want you to get better.”
“Won’t the company be mad?”
“Why would they be?”
“We’re coworkers. We shouldn’t be hanging out like this outside of work.”
“Who says?”
“Jin, ugh!” We argued back and forth like this for several more moments. The whole time a sly smile graced his handsome face. “Somehow, I think he likes riling me up like this.”
“You’re cute when you’re frustrated.”
“What!?” My eyes widened, and I felt my jaw drop.
He mimicked my face and poked my cheek. “You said your thoughts out loud. I do like riling you up.” Jin shrugged. “You get all pink like a carnation.”
“Why… Why are you doing this?” I sighed in defeat, but a smile was playing on my lips, and we both could tell.
“Because…”
“That’s not really a reason, Jin.”
Jin sighed and rolled his eyes before dropping his head down. He peaked up from his lashes. “Will you please just let me adore you?”
I was speechless. He was being so vulnerable. That’s what all the weird nervousness had been about recently.
“Okay, Jinnie,” I nodded, “And, by the way, I adore you too.”
Jin threw his head back with a big grin and a sigh of relief, his eyes squinting. They reopened and slowly looked back to me with the softest look I’d ever seen him give me.
“Finally…” He whispered.
