𓇼 7:42 pm
pairing . sunwoo x gn!reader
about . 559 words, fluff
warnings . fire mentions
sunwoo doesn't think too much of it when he sees the firetruck pulled up at his apartment complex. his neighbor's cat, missy, tends to get stuck in the trees a lot, so seeing a lone firefighter every other month or so is a normal occurrence for him.
he does get a little worried though when he sees the smoke floating out of the window. especially since he lives on the fourth floor and that window has suspiciously familiar curtains framing it.
the elevator's preoccupied by the firefighters, so he has to jog up the stairs. by the time he's reached his floor, with a sinking feeling that the universe has it out for him today, he's out of breath and heaving.
he stops breathing though once he sees you, sitting on the bench next to the elevators.
his steps become urgent, and before he knows it, he's kneeling down in front of you. your head is in your hands, so you don't really notice his presence until he places a hand on your shoulder.
"what happened?"
the hands framing your face fall to the side, and you gaze at him with a guilty expression.
"i was trying to make something nice for you. a strawberry cake, since it's your birthday, but it kind of backfired."
you stare at his opened door, watching the firefighters jostling around, but his eyes never leave your frame, scanning incessantly to make sure you're okay.
"you didn't get hurt, right?" he asks, even though he already knows the answer. you suppose it'll help him feel reassured if you say it out loud though, so that's exactly what you do.
"i'm fine. i called the emergency department as soon as i noticed the fire. your kitchen might be worse in shape though..." you trail off, already failing to meet his gaze.
you two sit there in silence for a couple of minutes. you think he's going to hate you, break up with you, chew you out and then kick you out of his life, but instead, he does the opposite.
he brings you in for a hug.
"i'm sorry," you say, voice shaky against the lapels of his coat, "i'm really, really sorry. for fucking up your birthday and your apartment. if you never want to see me again—"
"stop it," he interrupts, clutching onto you a little tighter, "don't even think about saying that. i love you, and yes it'll be an inconvenience having to find another apartment, but you and your safety is a thousand times more important to me."
he listens as your erratic breathing slows, until you're calm and your sniffling stops.
"happy birthday. and i love you too," you murmur. "i love you more than that stupid strawberry cake i was trying to make."
he laughs as he pulls away, resting his palms on your shoulders.
"we can get that cake from the store, baby. and we can light the candles in your apartment instead and passionately make out afterwards. it'll be like nothing went wrong."
"knew i started dating the right guy. we can gaslight ourselves into thinking this never happened, if you ignore the big dent in your bank account from insurance."
he deadpans, standing up.
"just do me a favor, okay? let me be the housewife in the relationship. stay far away from the kitchen, please."
"hey!"
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