"Wrenn?" Tighnari called out for him upon entering the hut where he'd been moved, his own injuries from before already wrapped and tended to, but instead of remaining in bed the watcher needed first to know if the other was alright.
He couldn't recall what had happened after he'd been attacked beyond knowing that the withering zone had been dealt with..
"Wrenn!" When spotting him, Tighnari moved closer and settled beside him, wasting not a moment to begin looking him over for signs of the withering. He knew the other's body wasn't entirely 'organic', but it could also mean he was at a far greater risk should the withering cause any severe damage.
"Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?"
Wrenn didn't initially respond when he heard Tighnari call out his name.
That was because it had been the thing to wake him up from unconsciousness, the damage to his body severe. Surely, a human probably would have died in his position--but he was sturdy, he was durable. That didn't mean it didn't hurt like hell--but it was, unfortunately, not the worst pain he had ever felt.
"N... Nari..."
His name being shouted again is what made his eyes open, softly groaning as he turned his head to face Tighnari. At first, he couldn't remember what happened, everything a blinding rage of red. As he came to more, however, he started to remember just exactly what happened.
The Withering Zone, the monsters... and Tighnari--
His eyes shot open. He remembered now.
"Tighnari...!"
Despite the pain he was in, he shot up out of his bed--and despite himself, he grabbed Tighnari's shoulders. He hadn't processed that Tighnari was worried about him--in Wrenn's mind, his own wounds were unimportant. He chose to, instead, looked over Tighnari to check for his wounds. He looked panicked, and his fingers started trembling.
"You--you... Are you okay? You... your head--"
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☆ wonwoo x gn!reader — warnings: mentions of nausea
just wonwoo being completely whipped for his s/o <3
if there’s one thing both wonwoo and you are grateful for, it’s your ability to sleep with noise around.
the clock on your right is displaying 1am, and the last time wonwoo got up from his gaming chair was two hours ago, to bring you a glass of water and kiss you goodnight.
it hadn’t been hard to fall asleep, relaxed by the steady clicks of his fingers on the keyboard and the occasional whirring of the hard drive. but a queasiness seemed to have settled in your stomach, making it much harder to stay asleep.
without even looking at him, you know wonwoo has his headphones on. it’s no use trying to call him, and standing up seems a little too risky right now. with a heavy sigh, you turn to your side to at least catch a glimpse of his focused face and occasional nose scrunches.
“is everything ok?” he asks just a few seconds later, snapping a quick glance at you before looking back at his screen.
“i- how did you know i’m awake?” you ask, and immediately notice how talking makes your nausea feel worse.
with a frown, you put a hand on your stomach, tracing circles on your skin in hope it might make a difference.
“i know everything” wonwoo smiles, still focused on his game. “are you okay?”
“i’m not feeling so good” you reply, trying your best to be loud enough for him to hear you.
and he apparently does, since he lets his headphones rest on his shoulders as he slightly spins his chair to face you. with a worried look, wonwoo silently offers you to come sit on his lap like you often do, sometimes for no particular reason.
you’re quick to reply with a slight shake of your head, your face twisted in an uneasy expression. that’s how he knows you really aren’t feeling well, because you usually never decline this kind of offer.
“need some water? a pill? …me?” he asks, sitting on the edge of the bed after turning his computer off.
in lieu of an actual answer, you simply grab his t-shirt to pull him to bed, making him chuckle in surprise. and the sounds you hear next are more than familiar: him taking his glasses off, folding the arms and gently putting them on the nightstand.
your face is now inches apart from his chest, and you let out a content sigh as his reassuring smell envelops you in a tight hug.
“can i?” he whispers, his fingers slowly lifting the cloth of your t-shirt (well, his t-shirt actually).
you nod, and he lets his hand find its way to your stomach, careful as if you were made of glass. his palm covers much more surface than yours, especially as he starts to rub your skin in slow circles.
“this feels nice” you hum, lulled by the steady lifts of his chest with every breath he takes. “i feel sleepy again.”
“good. try to get some rest baby, i’m not going anywhere” he whispers again, kissing the crown of your head.
wonwoo had not always been one to openly express physical affection, which was okay with you. but the more nights you spent in his company, the more he offered to cuddle you to sleep. and it was often in the early hours of the morning, when you woke up with your limbs intertwined, that you realized just how much you meant to him.
“but what about your game?” you ask, looking up at him in an attempt to make out his features. “you were close to winning, weren’t you?”
hearing those words, wonwoo lifts his free hand to the side of your face, tracing a gentle line along your cheek. it that moment, it feels as if the room is filled with the warmth of his affection.
“i’m pretty sure i already won” he replies, kissing the tip of your nose, an evident smile in his voice.
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