Bloody Valentine   Valentine’s day. Valentine’s day is supposed to be a romantic and wonderful day for any couple out there. And that was what Kyuhyun initially had planned it to be. But something obviously went wrong, because they wouldn’t be in the hospital on freaking valentine’s day if everything had gone according to plan.     ❤❤❤❤❤     Kyuhyun stretched himself as he stood in front of the window. It was still dark outside, yet he was already up, making breakfast for his loving boyfriend to make up for last year’s valentine.   Last year, Jongwoon had bought Kyuhyun an expensive collector’s item laptop -which he had wanted since like forever- for valentine with the message that their love was worth a lot more than that laptop, but that he had no money to buy something more expensive. It was the cutest thing Kyuhyun had ever heard, and it honestly had made him throw up in his mouth a little, as he isn’t a man of cute stuff.   That also explains why Kyuhyun hadn’t bought Jongwoon anything for last year’s valentine. He didn’t even know it was valentine in the first place; truthfully, he thought valentine was in December. Turned out it was Christmas he was thinking about. But that aside, Jongwoon had anticipated Kyuhyun’s gift that would represent his love for him, and when it appeared that Kyuhyun hadn’t gotten him anything, Jongwoon had gotten so mad that he had ignored Kyuhyun for the entire day. Even Kyuhyun’s explanations, make up attempts and pleadings hadn’t worked; it had taken help from freaking Heechul to finally make Jongwoon talk to him again.   Seriously, their relationship had suffered for an entire month because of that stupid valentine’s day; Kyuhyun wasn’t going to make that mistake again.   Walking back to the kitchen, Kyuhyun just couldn’t help but compliment himself. In front of him was an almost finished breakfast. It had taken him quite a while, but it looked pretty darn good, if Kyuhyun could say so.   He had made galbi, spicy saefood salad, kongnamul bab, spicy stewed fish, oi naengguk, seasoned kelp and of course moo saengchae. And even though coffee might not really fit in with this breakfast, Kyuhyun still had made a cup, because he knew how much Jongwoon needed his coffee in the morning. He drank it with anything anyway, so probably with this specially made breakfast too.   As soon as everything was finished, he put it on a tray and walked towards Jongwoon’s bedroom.   Yesterday evening, Kyuhyun had asked Ryeowook to switch places with him for one night. Even though Ryeowook had objected at first, as soon as Kyuhyun had mentioned it was valentine’s day the next morning, and that a romantic day like that had to be filled with romantic activities in bed, Ryeowook had full heartedly agreed and hadn’t even bothered taking his pajama with him when running out. But who cares, Ryeowook could just borrow one of Sungmin’s fangirl sent sleeping shirts, and he would be fine.   Not scared of waking up Ryeowook because of that, Kyuhyun threw open the bedroom door rather loudly, because he wasn’t too well with waking Jongwoon up himself, so it would be best if he woke up by some loud sounds. He wakes up fast anyway, so a door thrown open would do the trick.   “I’m already awake, no need to vandalize the door,” Jongwoon’s muffled voice said from underneath the blankets.   The blankets were partly thrown aside and revealed a topless Jongwoon, who sat up to see what on earth Kyuhyun was up to.   “I made you breakfast,” Kyuhyun said haughtily, and placed the tray on Jongwoon’s legs so he could easily eat while staying in bed. Wasn’t he romantic.   “Wait for a second though, I forgot your coffee,” Kyuhyun remarked, and he ran out again to get the cup of coffee that hadn’t fitted on the way-to-small-for-usual-standards tray.   Running back in again, with the coffee in his hand, hoping to see how happy Jongwoon was with the breakfast-gesture –especially since Kyuhyun never does anything this sweet, nor stands up this early for anyone- Kyuhyun completely missed out on Ryeowook’s plushy he had thrown on the floor that night, because it was way too soft to be sleeping with or even be near to, and fell on the ground.   A yell coming from Jongwoon startled Kyuhyun. Wasn’t he the one who fell? Why does it sound as if Jongwoon was in actual pain, while he was the one lying on the ground.   … Wait.   Wasn’t he holding a cup of coffee before falling down?   Even though he was scared to look up and see why Jongwoon had yelled and was still groaning in pain, Kyuhyun knew he had to. Slowly he averted his gaze from his hands, where he was looking at to see if the cup of coffee was still there but his hands somehow didn’t feel it anymore, towards Jongwoon.   Well, cup of coffee located.   Only it were now a cup, and coffee; two separated things. The cup was lying in the bowl of oi naengguk, and the coffee was all over Jongwoon’s chest, which was suspiciously reddish. That didn’t look too good.   “What’s going-“ someone said from in the doorway, but the situation already became clear before he finished his question.   Ryeowook was standing in the doorway, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes to see if he did indeed see everything right, before dashing forward towards Jongwoon to help him with removing the coffee from his chest.   “Kyuhyun, you moron, get the car ready,” Ryeowook hissed, glaring at Kyuhyun while still dipping the coffee off Jongwoon’s chest with a t-shirt he had grabbed from within the closet. Though, his annoyance towards Kyuhyun made him forget to be nice to Jongwoon’s half burned chest and he was more punching the sore skin than dipping it lovingly, making Jongwoon groan in pain once again.   “Why do we-“   “To get him to the hospital, of course. Now GO!”      ❤❤❤❤❤     And that had been trip one to the hospital on valentine’s day. If that had been the only one, it wouldn’t have been too bad. Of course, it wouldn’t have been a good start of valentine, but let’s face it. Rubbing your boyfriends chest with some salve to reduce his pain could be pretty romantic too. And Kyuhyun would have had the whole day to make up to him. The prospects were still good after that first hospital visit.     ❤❤❤❤❤     “I. Am. Very. Sincerely. Sorry,” Kyuhyun said, giving a kiss on Jongwoon’s lips after every word. He had just applied the salve on his chest, like the doctor had obliged him to, and the feeling of making his lover’s pain reduce did sure make him feel aroused. Heroic aroused.   Apparently Jongwoon felt the same way, because after the word ‘sorry’ had escaped Kyuhyun’s lips, and Kyuhyun had leaned in to kiss him again, Jongwoon had refrained him from backing off and had deepened the kiss.   into the kiss, Kyuhyun couldn’t help but to climb on Jongwoon, who was lying in his bed. Unfortunately, Kyuhyun’s shirt hung for a bit and touched Jongwoon’s painful skin, making him hiss and almost biting on Kyuhyun’s tongue.   “Sorry!” Kyuhyun exclaimed, shouting because he really thought his tongue was done for for a few seconds. His tongue turned out to be alright though, making the yelling seem a little odd.   Feeling a little guilty, Kyuhyun thought of what he could do to make up for earlier that morning. He had some stuff planned for the afternoon, but he hadn’t planned the morning yet, as he had been sure that making breakfast would lead to some more ual stuff that would take the whole morning. Coffee be damned. No, Ryeowook be damned. It was his damn plushy that tackled Kyuhyun.   “I’m sure that seeing Dangkkomi and Ddankkoming will cheer you up,” Kyuhyun said, and he walked towards the tank the two turtles were turtling in.   Lifting them out and onto Jongwoon’s chest wouldn’t be a good idea, considering he was in quite an amount of pain, so instead, Kyuhyun lifted the whole tank up and walked towards Jongwoon.   He could see inside, stare at his 2 turtles and one turtle picture of Ddankkoma, and cheer up again.   Perfect and cute idea, isn’t it?   Kyuhyun thought so too, but somehow, miraculously, Ryeowook’s stupid plushy managed to take a hold of Kyuhyun’s feet again, and while he fell, he watched the tank with turtles still inside fly through the air in slow-motion.   Both Dangkkomi and Ddankkoming stared large-eyed at Kyuhyun while they were thrown in the sky, and even Ddankkoma’s picture somehow ended up glaring at Kyuhyun, while usually, the picture seemed as if Ddankkoma was somewhat laughing. That picture was spooky, how could it end up glaring?   But, of course, the tank flew towards Jongwoon, who was obliviously lying on bed with his eyes closed, waiting for his salve to revoke, and therefore wasn’t fast enough to respond to the flying object.   The tank hit the side of the bed, the blow breaking the glass