Pairing: GBom (G-Dragon x Park Bom)
Category: Oneshot
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff
Summary: Part 1/3. Kwon Jiyong is sick and he hates it. But lucky for him, someone special is there to look after him. Well as they say 'Love can cure all illnesses', even for BIG BANG's Leader.
As a performer, sickness or injuries were your archenemies. They lead to complications in the arrangements of performances and shows, preventing the artist to do what they loved the most. But that wasn’t the main reason why Jiyong hated being ill. Aside from the huge contrast between busy schedules and lying in bed all day, which he did not enjoy (He was a workaholic after all). He just didn’t like the idea of being vulnerable. Vulnerable to the point where other people have to look after him. It made him feel pathetic. So when he woke up this very morning to find himself feeling like a dead corpse, he practically named it the worst day of his life.
After an hour of struggling to get out of bed, he finally managed to cloth himself with his warm black hoodie and yellow tracksuit, before shuffling himself to the living room of his apartment. He plonked himself comfortably on the sofa and started making a few calls on his phone.
‘Yo Manager Noona.’
‘How may I help you, Mr Kwon Jiyong?’ A familiar voice asked immediately on the other end of the phone.
Speaking in a child-like tone, Jiyong replied. ‘Noona, I’m not feeling too good.’
‘You’re sick? Is it a cold?’ Her attitude quickly changed, as she voiced her concern.
‘I don’t know, but could you bring me some medicine?’
‘Yeah, sure thing. I won’t be able to come over till later though, can you wait?’
A sudden aching pain rushed through his body. ‘Yeah. Just don’t be too long or I might die.’
‘OK, get some rest and I’ll see you later.’
‘Bye.’
Last but not least, he decided to call one of his trusted Big Bang members.
‘Yo Maknae. I’m…’ Jiyong was cut off straight away before he even started, as Seungri blasted him with a series of questions and statements.
‘Hyung, where are you? Are you still asleep? You do remember that we’re suppose to be supporting Youngbae Hyung today, don’t you? Don’t be late. There’s going to be an after party and he’s also filming for his Real Sound program thingy. 2NE1 girls are…’
‘SEUNGRI!’ He forced his voice to shout, wincing at the sudden pain in his throat.
‘Yes, Hyung.’ The Maknae replied cheerfully.
‘Just shut up for a minute and let me speak.’
‘Woah! Hyung, you sound bloody awful. Are you ill? Shall I…’
‘I...said…shut…up.’ Jiyong emphasised each word firmly.
‘Oh yeah…um…sorry Hyung.’
‘As I was trying to say, I’m not feeling too good, so I might give today a miss. Tell Youngbae that I’m sorry and that I wish him good luck. Not that he needs it.’
‘OK. Have you told Manager Noona?’
‘Yeah, I phoned her just before you. She said she’ll get me some cold medicine or something.’
‘Shall I come visit you later?’ Seungri offered the idea with a sense of excitement.
‘No thanks. Knowing the idiot that you are, you’ll just annoy me.’
‘Hey, that’s mean.’
‘Shut up. Just pass on my message to Bae, OK?’
‘I refuse now.’ Seungri retorted childishly.
‘You dare.’
‘OK OK. I was only joking.’
‘Just do as I say. Now go away.’ Without even waiting for Seungri’s response, Jiyong put the phone down and got up from the sofa.
‘That Maknae sure knows how to give me a headache.’ Jiyong uttered to himself, rubbing both sides of his temples with his hand as he slowly made his way back to his bedroom. ‘I think I need a nap after that phone call. Tom and Laura, I’m sorry for intruding on your private time.’
He paused ever so slightly on the edge of his bed before quickly getting in. ‘Oh my god…what am I doing talking to my duvet cover? I’m definitely ill. I hope Manager Noona comes with the medicine soon. I hate being ill.’
With that, his heavy eye lids fell and Jiyong drifted into his own dream world.
However, it wasn’t long before he was woken up by a series of loud clattering noises in the hallway. He sat up on his bed and listened carefully for more sounds of movement.
‘Manager Noona?’ He shouted with uncertainty from his bedroom. But there was no response.
‘Seungri, is it you?’ Amongst the silence, he could hear a small murmur.
‘Maknae?’ Still no response.
This started to annoy Jiyong and he forced himself out of bed, making his way into the hallway. ‘YAH! Seungri, it better not be you or I’m going to kill you.’
To his bewilderment, the so-called Maknae was nowhere to be found. Instead, a figure dressed in a black hoodie and green shorts was sat near his doorway. He moved a little bit closer and realised that it was HER.
Was he dreaming?
To be continued...
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