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Eric Nam fighting for his life at BuzzFeed reading thirst tweets: a saga
THIS MAN
Hollywood actress Chloe Moretz is set to appear in the Korean mock-marriage reality TV show We Got Married, starring opposite Korean American singer Eric Nam.
We Got Married is an enormously popular show that pairs up celebrities and allows them to experience the many charms and quirks of married life. Since its launch in 2008, We Got Married has expanded and created spinoffs, in which Hallyu stars are paired up with celebrities from other Asian countries. According to the Korea Herald, Moretz is the first Caucasian celebrity to participate in the show.
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My friend and I were able to upgrade to VIP, so we are selling two GA tickets to the (sold out!!) Eric Nam show for 2/26/22 at The Fillmore in MD! They’re listed for sale on Ticketmaster (they are currently the only ones up for resale for that show lol), or feel free to msg me for a link!!
The smile on Eric’s face dropped as soon as you opened the door, furrowing his brows as you stood back and invited him into your home. You could feel his eyes on you as you shyly looked down to the floor, biting down on your bottom lip.
“Are you alright?” Eric asked you, stopping right in front of you, placing his hand against your waist. “I love you, but you look as if you haven’t slept for days,” he nervously told you.
Your head shook as you tried your best to sniffle, making as little noise as possible. “It’s just been a busy few days at work,” you explained to him, pushing against his back to encourage him to walk through into your living room.
“I was beginning to wonder why you were avoiding me,” Eric told you as he sunk down into the sofa, still staring across at you. “Work must really be taking it out of you to look like this. Are you sure that work is the only reason why you’ve been ignoring me?”
Your head nodded, clearing your throat as another tickle in it began to annoy you. “Nothing for you to worry about,” you assured Eric, trying your best to force a smile onto your face.
“Why don’t I make you a hot drink to try and make you feel a little bit better?” He offered, standing up almost as quickly as he sat down, “a nice hot chocolate might hit the spot.”
“You don’t have to,” you told him, trying your best to reach out to take his hand from your seat on the sofa, only able to brush your fingertips against his arm. “Why don’t you sit for a while, tell me how things have been going with you?”
“I can do that with a coffee.”
“But what if you forget something by then?”
“What are you on about?” Eric scoffed, stopping in the doorway to keep looking across at you. He expected your voice to be a little under the weather, but even this felt a little too suspicious for him not to worry about.
Your smile began to look nervy as Eric stared back to you. “I’m just saying, you’ve probably got a lot to tell me, I don’t want you to forget about any details,” you spoke, rambling to find anything to bring him back into the room.
“You talk some nonsense when you’re stressed,” Eric teased, going over the way that you like your hot chocolate with you before leaving the living room, leaving you panicked too as you sunk down in your seat.
He knew where everything was in your home as Eric began to boil the kettle, noticing an unopened box of coffee. He peeled open the wrapper, walking across to where your bin was, pushing down on the pedal to open the lid. As he did, his eyes landed on a huge pile of tissues in the top of your bin, tablet boxes messed in with them too.
“I knew it,” he whispered, quickly realising what was really wrong with you. Although work was busy, you were full of cold too, deciding to take care of yourself.
Before returning to the living room with your drinks, Eric opened up your medicine cupboard too. Inside were several packets of throat sweets, cough medicine, and enough pain relief to last you for several weeks too.
“Are you sure that it’s just work that’s bothering you?” Eric asked you as soon as he returned to the room, watching you scramble to place something in your pocket.
“Yeah, of course,” you nervously told him, watching as he placed the mug of hot chocolate just beside you, sitting back where he was too with his coffee. “You know what it’s like when there’s a mountain of work that needs completing.”
A hum came from Eric as he continued to study you, beginning to pick up on so much more. Your nose was dry where you had blown it so much, skin red from how irritable it had become, not to mention the bulge in your pocket where you had you tissues kept.
“So, if I ask you whether you’ve had a cold, you’ll tell me that you haven’t?” Eric pushed, watching on as your expression dropped straight away.
“I was going to mention it,” you frowned, rolling your eyes as you realised that Eric was onto you, figuring out the real reason as to why you had told him not to come round.
The last thing that you wanted for Eric to see was you unwell. You had declined and declined until he didn’t stand for it any longer, inviting himself round, unaware as to what the real reason as to why you had been avoiding him was.
A sigh came from Eric as he moved across the room to sit beside you, resting his hand against the top of your leg to bring you into him.
He wasn’t mad, he was disappointed, mainly that he hadn’t been there to look after you. It hurt him to imagine you being ill by yourself, suffering without anyone there to help you when you needed them, to be able to take some of the pain away for you.
“I’m sorry,” you told him, but Eric’s head quickly shook back across at you.
He got it, your relationship was still only a few months old, you didn’t want him to see you any other way than perfect just yet. But perfect wasn’t what Eric wanted, he just wanted you, whether you were on top of the world or feeling under the weather.
“I wish you would have told me,” Eric whispered down to you, “I could have come and looked after you. I could have made all of your favourite foods, watched all of your favourite programmes with you to try and cheer you up.”
“I thought that I’d be alright within a day or two,” you admitted in reply to him. “I know how busy you are too, I didn’t want to burden you by making you feel as if you had to come and look after me when you’ve got enough on your plate.”
“I could have made time for you,” Eric weakly smiled, “in fact, I would have made time for you. Nobody should be unwell on their own, it must’ve been horrible for you.”
“There were plenty of times when I wanted to give you a call.”
You had lost count of how many times you had reached for your phone, only to stop yourself. Each time you reminded yourself of how busy Eric was, feeling that you’d just be in the way if you asked him to come over.
“I know next time not to feel unwell all by myself, that I can text you and that you won’t be mad at me for asking you over.”
“I’ll never be mad at you for asking me over, even if it is because you feel unwell,” Eric assured you, squeezing you gently too. “Seeing as I’m here now, is there anything that I can do for you? Anything that you want or need that you’ve not been able to get whilst you’ve been stuck here feeling unwell?”
“Right now, I think I just need a cuddle,” you nervously smiled up at him, “I think I’ve been feeling a little bit sorry for myself being ill and alone this past week.”
“I can definitely do that,” he confidently spoke, pulling you even further into him, “I’m here to take care of you now.”
“Thank you, I really appreciate it Eric.”
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