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prompt:
enemy caretaker
'you are so damn lucky,' you mutter, boiling water.
'i don't know, from up here it looks like you're about to murder me,' wonwoo notes. it would've sounded more sarcastic if it wasn't for a horrible cough that followed suit.
'with what? boiling water? yes, i'll scald you to death.' you clank loudly with the pots and turn them off at once. 'maybe i should. maybe it'd teach you a lesson.'
'yeah, don't pass up on the perfect opportunity of eliminating your enemy.'
wonwoo coughs like he's about to spit his lungs out. you grimace, turning to him and carrying two pots carefully to the bath. being snowed in with the company of an infamous jeon wonwoo - the very same gyu who makes every mission of yours a living hell - is not ideal. having the said guy almost freeze to death and now coughing like he's three seconds away from dying is also far from perfect.
'i'd rather not let you die,' you say, dunking all the water in the bathtub. 'who knows for how long we're snowed in, i don't want your body to start rotting and smelling.'
'very kind of you,' wonwoo huffs and turns away when another coughing fit starts. 'shit.'
'yeah, shit.' you agree, frowning. wonwoo does look bad - he can't stop shivering and his already pale face now looks almost white. you quickly check the water temperature with your hand - the bathtub was full of cold water but now it's more on a warmer side. 'okay, get in. it's not hot, but with hypothermia it's risky to immediately get into the hot water. this should help, i'll go boil some more water.'
it's an insane luck that electricity is still working. you fear it's not for long, so better make most of it now. wonwoo wobbles but gets to the edge of the bathtub without your help. with shaky fingers he takes off his coat and jeans, turning to raise an eyebrow at you. 'you're going stay here for a show?' he asks.
wonwoo is stupidly handsome. like the kind of handsome that should be on the covers of magazines, not hidden behind a computer screen. even with his blue-ish lips and almost white face, he still is handsome. it's incredibly annoying. you roll your eyes, motioning for him to go on. 'i'm checking that you can get in without slipping and falling.'
'i knew you're secretly a softie,' wonwoo says in a surprisingly soft tone. he takes off his socks and you avert your eyes as he takes off his underwear too. there's a sound of rustling then loud grunt and then: 'yeah, i'm in. all good.'
you turn, taking a look at his bony shoulders and long column of the neck peeking out from the bathtub. 'i'll be back with another pot.'
it should be weird to get snowed in with wonwoo. and it is weird, but not for the reasons you thought of. you feared that you two would snap at each other nonstop and maybe even go as far as try to attack one another. with wonwoo's hypothermia him attacking you doesn't seem very likely, but you also kind of didn't expect this.. casual banter. the way your senses of humor match. how it's easy to be around him in a confined space. maybe too easy, too comfortable. bringing back another pot with a boiled water, you enter the bathroom without knocking, stopping next to the sink. 'you're not dead there, right?'
wonwoo doesn't open his eyes, but smirks. 'you wish.'
'i don't, actually.' you bite, frowning. at this wonwoo opens his eyes, turning to look at you. 'i- i never wish for someone to be dead.'
and it's true. it's very ironic, considering what you do for a living, but you never ever wish for someone's death. you have no idea why you said that though and without knowing how to fill the silence, you simply step closer, bringing the pot to the edge of the bathtub, not looking at him.
'i know.' wonwoo says and it makes you pause. he clears his throat: 'i know. i don't know why i said that, it's just like- anyways, sorry. i know you don't wish for anything like that. i also don't.'
your mouth quirks up. 'it'd be quite rude to wish a death for someone who's currently taking care of you.'
wonwoo catches your eyes and chuckles. 'yeah, my caretaker deserves only praise and good health wishes.'
you both smile and stare at each other in silence. it shouldn't be this easy, you think. but it is. it shouldn't be this comfortable, but it is. you have no idea what it means and wonwoo looks like he's thinking the same, so to save you both trouble you go back to the door.
'i'll try to find more towels,' you inform him, gripping the door knob.
'thank you,' wonwoo breathes out and it's sincere. 'for everything.'
you turn. wonwoo is looking at you in the way you two shouldn't look at each other. 'don't die on me, jeon wonwoo. i don't want to deal with a rotting and smelling body.'
his smile is too soft for the joke you made. he looks at you like he sees right through you, like he knows what you're trying to do here. he nods. 'i won't.'
a/n: and then snow stopped and wonwoo didn't die and they somehow sorted out their issue. phew, thanks god i never write part 2 of these imagines :D hopefully you liked it, let me know! - nini
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