Kkura❤️❤️❤️ [04:26PM]: I think I’m dying​ Eunbi​​​​​​ rolls her eyes at her wife’s dramatic text and huffs out a little laugh under her breath as she replies. Sakura's whiny exaggeration and – more tellingly – the lack of proper punctuation are obvious indicators of her condition, but it’s hardly as serious as her message would suggest. Eunbi [04:27PM]: Pretty sure it’s just the flu, babe. Kkura❤️❤️❤️ [04:28PM]: Come home anyway Miss you Please She shakes her head at the texts rapidly popping up on her screen and chances a look around the office. The workweek ends in just half an hour, and most people are already winding down for the day, either putting the finishing touches on whatever it is they’re working on or discreetly starting to shut things down and pack up to leave as soon as the clock strikes five. It’s probably okay for her to leave early just this once. Eunbi [04:31PM]: You’re a bad influence, Miyawaki Sakura. Fiiiine Leaving work soon, will swing by the store on the way home to pick up a couple of things. Try to survive without me for a little longer, okay? Love you ❤️ “Hey, Chaewon?” Her cubicle neighbor wheels into sight with a smile on her face. “Yeah unnie, what’s up?” “Sakura is sick, so I think I’m gonna leave early and go get some stuff for her. Can you just let people know if anyone comes looking for me?” “Sure thing.” Chaewon agrees easily as she watches Eunbi pack up for the day. “Send my regards to Kkura unnie. Oh, and let me know if you guys need anything.” With one final click of her mouse, Eunbi’s workstation is shut down and packed up for the day. “Will do. Thanks, Chaewon, you’re the best.” She shoulders her bag as she stands and leans down to give Chaewon a quick hug goodbye, and by the time Sakura replies to her message Eunbi is already on her way down to her car. Kkura❤️❤️❤️ [04:37PM]: Thank you thank you thank you Love you too See you soon, Nurse Eunbi 😘 If the uncharacteristic use of an emoji is any indication, she’s probably pretty feverish already. Eunbi sighs as she pulls out from the underground parking lot and straight into traffic. There’s no escape, not even with a ten-minute head start on everyone else. By the time she finally gets home, armed with the spoils of a quick detour, the winter sun has long since disappeared and so has what little energy Sakura managed to derive from her feverish state. She finds the younger woman asleep on the couch, curled up in a quilt from their bed while the TV casts dancing shadows across her face. Eunbi takes a moment to smile at the scene before she heads straight for the kitchen, careful not to wake Sakura as she puts the kettle on and sets aside her purchases. It’s only once she’s armed with some lemon ginger tea and a plate of saltines that she heads back out to her sleeping wife and gently shakes her awake. “Don’t wanna.” Sakura whines even before her eyes are open, face scrunching up as she catches a whiff of the dreaded tea. Eunbi sets everything down on the coffee table before she braces herself against the couch and pulls, a determined force meeting a stubborn object. “C’mon, up you go.” She insists as Sakura groans and grumbles, and eventually she opens her eyes just long enough to take pity on her wife, forehead creased with effort and chest heaving from exertion. “No complaining from you.” Eunbi orders as she retrieves the tea and crackers and foists them upon a reluctant Sakura. “I had to deal with the looks because of this, you know.” Bleary-eyed and two seconds away from a sip, Sakura seizes upon the opportunity for a distraction. “Looks? What kind of looks?” Eunbi shakes her head at her with a knowing smile and nudges the cup closer, pointedly silent until she gives in with a sigh and gulps down half the cup. “Apparently your mom idea of an emergency flu supply run looks a whole lot like a morning sickness starter pack.” Eunbi explains as her wife starts nibbling on a saltine with considerably less disgust. “Nako even came out from the back to ask if congratulations are in order.” “As if I’d make you buy your own morning sickness supplies.” Sakura scoffs as she washes the cracker down with the rest of her tea, making a show of draining every last bit for her. The older woman runs a hand through her sleep-rumpled hair before sliding her hand down to gently pat her cheek. “Good girl. Think you can handle some soup?” Eunbi asks as she gathers her cup and plate and makes to leave the couch. “And for the record, I’d be perfectly capable of getting my own saltines, pregnant or not.” Sakura reaches for her wrist, her grip feverish and looser than usual. “I know.” She assures the Korean woman, her thumb the inside of her wrist. “But you wouldn’t have to. I’d take care of you. I’ll always take care of you – you know that, right?” Even with her eyes fever-glazed, Sakura still looks at her like she holds all the world’s sincerity in her heart; Eunbi doesn’t think she’s ever made her a promise with anything less than that. Eunbi smiles as she leans down to kiss her burning forehead. “I know, baby. But for now maybe let me do the ca