𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴 . . . seventeen's :: wang meiling

requested by BodoAgi once more! thank you again for the request 🫶🏻 if you aren't satisfied, don't be shy and let me know ! i'll happily rewrite it :)

AUGUST 10, 2023
WORD COUNT: 1.4k
COMFORT/FLUFF
THIRD PERSON

meiling was home, sick. her head was spinning all and she was on the verge of throwing up all day. her body was weak and it took all of her effort to even walk to the bathroom on the other side of her room.

seungcheol would have taken care of her, evident by the raw pain in his face when he said goodbye to her. he had to go to a shoot for the group since a few members, including meiling, were not there. she didn't mind though. work is work, even with a sick fiancée.

with nothing better to do, meiling spent most of her day idly scrolling through her phone. by mid day, she felt like she had already watched all the content tiktok, youtube, netflix, and instagram had to offer.

she was slightly surprised when mingyu's contact popped up, calling her. he already wished her a speedy recovery and he was in the middle of filming with the rest of the group. what could he need? she assumed he was calling her for something to do with the content, and decided to let it ring.

she knew something was wrong when almost immediately jeonghan called her, which she was about to accept. she went to hit the accept button when the call got interrupted by woozi calling her. something was definitely not right and it freaked her out. she finally accepted the call once seungkwan called her.

"noona, promise me you won't freak out," he immediately stated into the phone, no questions as to why she wasn't answering. what a great start. she was already nervous but her nerves peaked almost immediately. "seungkwan? what's going on? are you okay?" he sighed loudly, she could hear his breath shake slightly. "it's 'coups hyung."

she didn't think as she shot out of bed, her head pounding at the fast movement. "what's happening?" she worriedly asked as she struggled to put her shoes on. when met with no response, she pleaded. "kwannie, please."

"sorry noona, i was distracted. he hurt himself just a few minutes ago. really fucking badly. they just loaded him into an ambulance. i was talking to the doctors. that's why i wasn't answering." her heart immediately fell. she grabbed her keys and got in the car. "what hospital are they sending him to?" she asked calmly, trying to disguise the overwhelming panic she felt. "seoul hospital." she nodded though he couldn't see her, "thanks for the call. i'll see you all there." she hung up.

meiling was always a safe driver, but this case was different. she got in her car and absolutely floored it. she ignored the multiple honks directed her way, swerving to the hospital. the drive from her house to the hospital was normally around a half an hour. she made it there in under fifteen minutes. still, it felt like fifteen minutes too long.

she gave her name to the front desk as well as seungcheol's and they pointed her to the elevator. she opted for the stairs instead, walking as quickly as she could without being yelled at for running. after all, she had no idea what happened to him. nobody told her what happened. for all she knew, he could've split his head open.

she hoped to god that he didn't, the thought itself made her want to vomit. but then again, she was sick and wanted to vomit anyway. she made it to the sixth floor and had to stop to just breathe. storming into the waiting room would not do anyone good. she was freaking herself out, at this point.

she walked through the hallway to the last room on the right, finding most of her members, his family and their staff there. at her entrance, chan brought her into a warm hug. she wrapped her arms around him, "how did he hurt himself?" she whispered.

"we don't know. we were playing a ball game and he was fine. then a few seconds later he was on the floor, clutching his leg. we think he tripped or something. maybe he landed wrong," he explained as he pulled away. he lead her to sit next to seungcheol's mom, and she greetde her warmly. she examined all of the members. a few had bloodshot eyes and almost all of them were tapping their feet on the floor repeatedly.

a doctor came out, everyone immediately straightened up in their seats. "we are happy to admit that the patient is okay." everyone let out a collective sigh of relief. "he tore his acl and will need surgery." everyone then breathed in collectively. "he'll stay in the hospital until his surgery occurs. you all can start visiting him. we recommend two to four people at a time."

it felt like an eternity before she visited him. the staff and members went first, then his family insisted she went last. "he'll want to talk to you the most," his dad said with a smile. she denied it, but stayed anyway. eventually, she was the last one in the waiting room. his brother came in, "he's waiting for you."

she thanked him and made her way to the room he was in. he laid down in a hospital bed and his leg was propped up in a bulky boot. "oh, sweetheart," she whispered. he shot her a weak smile in return.

she made her way to his side, sitting on the chair closest to him. she brushed the hair out of his face, "how are you feeling?" he smiled, "i've been better." he paused for a moment, "what about you? you're the sick one." she shook her head and giggled slightly, "and you're the one with a torn acl. i wouldn't be talking, cheolie."

he laughed for what felt like the first time after he hurt himself. she studied his eyes, he looked tired. so incredibly tired. "go to bed, baby. it's been a long day." he laughed once more, softly this time. "if you came first, i would've gone to bed right after you left. you're the only one who i wanted to talk to, gorgeous." she blushed, "don't say that. your family came." he smiled, "my point still stands." she rolled her eyes playfully.

"you know, shua told me you came here in fifteen minutes." she breathed in, prepared for the teasing she was about to receive. "you worry about me soooo much." she smiled, "of course i worry about you. i'm not letting you die before we get married. then i can't take your money." he immediately responded, "what makes you think you're in my will?" she let out a noise of shock.

"i'm kidding, doll, i'm kidding. of course i'm putting you in my will." she scoffed, "you better, choi seungcheol. you're in my will." now it was his turn to be shocked, "you already wrote your will?!" she put that sentence in the back of her mind, not scolding him. instead, she let out a small "you didn't?!" she'll talk to him about it later.

he mumbled something she couldn't hear as a nurse knocked on the door. "visitation hours are over. you can come back later today at ten am." she stated. the two thanked her as meiling stood up. he gripped onto her hand, using basically all of his energy to do so. she turned to him.

"thank you for coming, i love you." she smiled warmly, "i love you more. i'll see you later, yeah?" she looked at the clock next to him, reading two am. he pouted, "i don't get a kiss?" she laughed. "i'm sick, i don't want to make you suffer more than you already are." he crossed his arms, "i'm suffering more from lack of your kisses. it's true. ask the doctors."

she pretended to act annoyed, though she really wasn't. she leaned down to meet his lips, kissing him with all the adoration she could. he replied with the same amount of passion. the two really did not want to pull away, but a knock at the door separated them. "miss, it's time to go." a voice from the outside called. she hugged him quickly, "feel better, lovie." he nodded, "you too. drive safely, princess."

she got in her car and drove home. this time the drive was the usual half an hour. she lazily got ready for bed, falling asleep mere moments after her head hit the pillow. she smiled in her sleep. he was going to be okay.

LANA SPEAKS . . . !

the photo of meiling at the beginning wasn't working ;( sorry guys !!