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Bless You, Yoongi

Title: Bless You, Yoongi

Word Count: 1273

Sickie: Yoongi

Caretaker: Hoseok

A/N: A slightly expanded Yoongi version of Grumpy Sneezes & Sunshine Blessings

As he makes his way down the hallway, Yoongi feels as though he could collapse at any second. Preferably, in his own bed and preferably, after taking some medication that might help with the relentless congestion plaguing his sinuses and the fever that’s coursing through his body.

He stops short in the doorway of his room, almost dizzy with the abruptness of the movement, and clenches his jaw; there, sound asleep in the middle of his bed, is Hoseok.

Yoongi can’t fucking believe it. Hoseok has his own damn bed. But he’s too tired to deal with him, and so he stomps over to the bed and instead of waking Hoseok up to kick him out, he takes one of the pills from the bottle sitting on his nightstand and then climbs into bed.

He’s not exactly gentle as he moves around to find a comfortable position, yanking the blankets up to cover himself and causing Hoseok to stir next to him. Hoseok’s not the one who’s sick and has just had his bed stolen, though, so Yoongi doesn’t care if he wakes him up. All he cares about is getting comfortable enough to sleep– which would be so much fucking easier if he had his own bed all to himself.

When he feels a sneeze coming, he lets it out, lets it build in his chest until he feels like he’s about to burst, and when it explodes out of him, the sound echoes throughout the quiet of the bedroom. His throat aches and he regrets the dramatics until he feels the slightest movement next to him.

“Bless’ya,” Hoseok mumbles in his sleep.

“Don’t bless me,” Yoongi hisses, trying not to feel a single ounce of guilt for waking Hoseok and still feeling irritated that Hoseok is even here in the first place. He sneezes again, and Hoseok rolls over and latches onto him, one arm draped over his waist. A third sneeze, and he can sense Hoseok waking up even more.

“Bless you,” comes Hoseok’s sleepy reply.

“Fuck off.”

A soft, shaky exhale that sounds like too much of a laugh, and then, “No.”

“Hoseok, shut the fuck up. I’m trying to sleep.”

Now, Yoongi can feel Hoseok moving next to him, clearly more awake. “Well, me too, but then you started sneezing.”

“Why the fuck are you in my bed?”

There’s a soft sigh, the sound of Hoseok rubbing his face. “You said you were cold and achy earlier. I thought we would cuddle so I could keep you warm and comfy.” He pauses, sighs again. “I fell asleep waiting here for you. I can leave.”

But he doesn’t leave. He just lies there, a warm presence against Yoongi’s body. Yoongi rolls onto his side, facing away from Hoseok, and frowns deeply, fighting against the swirl of emotions in his gut he can’t possibly begin to comprehend when he’s feeling so miserable.

Hoseok pulls the blankets up around Yoongi’s shoulders and tucks him in, then begins to rub his back. Yoongi hates to admit that it feels nice and comforting, but after a few moments Hoseok’s hand slows, and then comes to a complete stop. He hears a yawn, and then Hoseok’s hand moves from Yoongi’s back, his arm falling back down onto the bed. His breathing is slow and even, and for a moment Yoongi thinks he must have fallen back asleep.

His nose twitches, and though he instinctively tries to suppress it, another loud sneeze shakes his body.

“...bless’ya,” Hoseok murmurs, and then less than a minute later he’s actually asleep, the sound of his soft snores floating throughout the air.

Yoongi almost– almost– smiles.

Hoseok’s snoring lulls him to sleep, and when he wakes up, it’s quiet.

He rolls over and pats the empty space next to him, blinking against the light streaming through the window. His nose twitches, and he pauses for a second, waiting for the prickling sensation in his sinuses to provoke a sneeze, but it takes too long– his fists curl in the sheets, his eyes watering so badly he can feel the tears trickling down his cheeks, and his lungs punch air in and out– and finally, when the sneeze comes, Yoongi makes a strangled sound that’s half desperation, half relief.

“Holy shit. Bless you!”

Yoongi flinches, startled, and then looks over to see Hoseok standing in the doorway. He blinks away tears, bringing a hand up to wipe his eyes dry and realizing he needs something for his nose too.

“I need a tissue,” he croaks, his voice raspy.

Hoseok presses his lips together for a moment, regarding Yoongi with a look he can’t quite decipher, and then he strides across the room. Yoongi realizes to late that there’s a tissue box on the nightstand right next to his head, and he blinks in confusion as Hoseok plucks a tissue out and leans down and–

“I don’t need– h-help with the tissue– f-fuck, Hoseok.” He’s going to sneeze again and Hoseok is right up in his personal space, wiping his nose with a tissue. “Fuck off.”

“Hold on,” Hoseok murmurs, folding the tissue over and pinching it gently around Yoongi’s nose.

And so that’s how Yoongi sneezes, into the tissue that he’s not even holding himself, lurching forward into Hoseok’s hand with such force that he fears he’ll fall off the bed– but Hoseok just holds him steady, keeps the tissue around Yoongi’s nose for a moment before he sighs.

“Oh,” Hoseok whispers, almost like he’s talking to himself. “Bless you.” He reaches out and cards his fingers through Yoongi’s hair with his free hand, and when he pulls the tissue away Yoongi scrambles to grab another one for himself before Hoseok thinks he gets to do that again.

“Thought I told you to fuck off,” he mutters after he blows his nose, but he can’t bring himself to put much heat behind it with the way Hoseok is looking at him so sympathetically, his hand still moving soothingly through his hair.

“Are you still cold?” Hoseok asks, ignoring him. “Or do you want to get up for a bit?”

Yoongi flops onto his back and wills himself not to sneeze again. “Better go wash your hands,” he says. “You’re gonna get sick, you know.”

“Hmm.” Hoseok stands there for another minute, moving his hand from Yoongi’s hair to settle on his forehead, and then he pulls it back and crosses his arms. “I’ll be right back.”

Yoongi closes his eyes and listens to his footsteps retreat, and soon they’re back, and the bed dips as Hoseok gets in on the other side.

“Hoseok, I swear to–”

“Why won’t you let me take care of you?”

Hoseok’s on his side, staring at him, eyes narrowed just slightly, and Yoongi sucks in a breath, looks over at him carefully. “You don’t have to be so miserable, you know.”

There’s a long silence. Yoongi looks at Hoseok, and Hoseok looks at him, and neither of them moves or says anything.

And then, in the worst timing imaginable, Yoongi feels a tingling in his nose, and without much warning he sneezes and breaks whatever tension was in the air between them.

A huge grin spreads across Hoseok’s face, and he reaches over and wraps his arms around Yoongi, pulls him against his chest until Yoongi’s snuggled up close, his nose between Hoseok’s pecs. He knows exactly what’s coming, so he gives up, lets himself be held and lets all of the tension drain from his body, and in this position he can both hear and feel the words come from Hoseok’s chest–

“Bless you, Yoongi.”

#fic #yoongi #oh fuckkkk this is everything i've ever wanted #and even more #'shut up i'm trying to sleep' -- 'well me too but then you started sneezing' is the funniest line #seriously how do you always manage to come up with the best dialogue #and i lost my cool at 'he wipes his eyes dry and realizes he needs something for his nose too'#the things that line is doing to me........#and the mental image of hoseok wiping his nose and holding the tissue for him to sneeze into.............

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btsnz · 3 days

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it’s so adorable how in that video with jimin sneezing he immediately looked at hobi bc he knew hobi would say bless you😭. (the one in the stifle compilation)

i just rewatched the video to see which clip you were talking about, and i agree, it's so cute 💕

#ask #anon

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btsnz · 4 days

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https://x.com/jimindeulrae/status/1083709554016178176?s=46&t=xfguku8U_hvaP1tMh9D-xA

I FOUND A NEW TAEHYUNG SNEEZE😭😭(or maybe i just never seen this before!!) you can hear him in the background

oohh i completely forgot about that one! that's definitely one of the lesser known ones! (but still a very good one :} )

#ask #anon #taehyung

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btsnz · 5 days

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hiii i'm sending you this link haha. the caption says tae snz but maybe it's coughing idk. thoughts?

oh i completely forgot about this one! i've seen this included in sneeze compilations before, but i think it's just a cough sadly :(

#ask #bultaoreunheyyy

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btsnz · 5 days

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i didn’t read your whole post at first. i was like TAEHYUNG SNEEZE WHERE?!?😭😭 i’m so sneeze deprived it’s sad lmfaoo

waahh i'm sorry for getting your hopes up 😂

me tooo i feel like i'm going to starve if we don't get any new tae sneezes soon :(

#ask #anon

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btsnz · 5 days

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#here you go anon!!

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btsnz · 5 days

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hii, do you still have the jimin stifle compilation video? i cant find it

sure, i'll go ahead and reblog it for you!

(it should be in my #op tag, but that's getting quite crowded, so maybe i should reorganize my tagging system 😬)

#ask #anon

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btsnz · 5 days

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i had the weirdest (best) dream last night.

i dreamed that there was a teaser for a new episode of run bts, and for whatever reason the narrator of the video announced that taehyung had a cold, like that fact was somehow important to the episode, and then it cut to him sneezing four times in a row. and even in the dream i was like, wow the girlies on tumblr are going to be all over this, i'll have to screen record and post it - and then i woke up before i could see the video again.

#btsnz.txt #such a random dream but so nice #i /need/ new taehyung snz uugghhh

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btsnz · 6 days

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Allergic to Love

Title: Allergic to Love

Word Count: 3,097

Sickie: Hoseok (allergies, snz)

Caretaker: Jimin

A/N: Written for the double-whump prompts: Hoseok and Jimin are in the beginning of their new relationship and really enjoying each other’s company when Hoseok starts sneezing his head off, but only when he is around Jimin. Hoseok is sad because he thinks he is allergic to Jimin. Jimin is sad because Hoseok is avoiding him.

The first time it happens, Hoseok is on his second date with Park Jimin.

They’re at a coffee shop, and Hoseok feels giddy inside because Jimin is smooth. Charming smiles and smoldering gazes smooth. Get up for refills and come back to sit down on the same side of the table as Hoseok instead of the opposite of him smooth.

Hoseok has never crushed on someone so hard and so fast in his life. Currently, Jimin’s hand is resting next to his on the table, and everytime he laughs he leans just a little closer, until their shoulders are brushing against each other, and Hoseok has butterflies. A whole swarm of butterflies in his tummy.

It’s absolutely wonderful.

What’s not absolutely wonderful, though, is that for the past few minutes there’s been a very sudden and very intense prickle in his sinuses, something that’s making him want to sneeze, and there is no fucking way he’s about to do something so embarrassing in front of someone as sexy as Jimin.

But the tickle grows, grows until Hoseok is blinking back tears of irritation, and he scrambles to grab a napkin from the dispenser, turning as far away in his seat as he can before ducking into the napkin with not one, not two, but three embarrassingly loud sneezes.

“S-sorry,” he stutters, sniffling into the napkin and turning back to Jimin with a sheepish smile. “Excuse me.”

Jimin is frowning. “Bless you,” he says softly, brows furrowed in concern.

“Sorry,” Hoseok apologizes again, dabbing at his nose with the napkin a few times before he turns all the way back to Jimin. His face feels hot. “I don’t know where that came from.”

“Don’t apologize,” Jimin says, his charming smile back on his face in an instant. “You have a cute sneeze.”

Fuck. Hoseok blushes even harder, and he desperately tries to think of a way to change the subject, but then Jimin is talking to him about a pastry he has to try and just like that his little sneezing fit is forgotten.

The next time it happens, it's a week later, and Hoseok is picking Jimin up in his car so they can go out to dinner. They’re almost at the restaurant when he feels an intense tickle in his nose, and he has to blink back sudden tears, his nostrils flaring dangerously as a sneeze threatens to erupt.

“You okay?” Jimin asks when he shoves a fist under his nose, and Hoseok can only nod– it takes all of his concentration to hold back the sneeze so he can get them safely parked.

As soon as he pulls into the parking lot, he finds a parking space, slams his car into park, and cups both of his hands over his hands and nose, sneezing once, twice– and then another three sneezes tumble out right after, until he’s gasping and sniffling into his hand, eyes streaming.

“Bless you!” Jimin coos, his eyes so wide it’s almost comical. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” Hoseok pants, trying to wipe his nose without being gross. “I just really had to sneeze.”

“I can see that,” Jimin chuckles, reaching over to rub Hoseok’s back.

Hoseok blushes, reaches over to his glove box where he prays there’s a napkin or something he can use to wipe his nose, and Jimin laughs again, but it’s a soft, sympathetic sound, and keeps rubbing his back and fuck, why does he have to do something so embarrassing in front of someone so sweet?

“You okay?” Jimin asks again when Hoseok sneezes again as he steps out of the car

Nodding, Hoseok gives his nose a good rub and then sniffs to test, and his nose still tickles a little but, but not enough to make him sneeze again and not enough to make him think about it once Jimin offers out his arm for him to take, and soon they’re inside the restaurant eating and having a great time enjoying each other’s company.

On the drive home, though, Hoseok starts to feel it again– a tickle far back in his sinuses, small at first, but then it grows and grows until he’s itching to sneeze, and he’s barely able to hold it back until they’re parked back in front of Jimin’s house.

“Bless you!” Jimin chirps, looking surprised again, and very concerned.

Hoseok sniffs sharply, sure that his face is bright red. “Sorry. I have no idea why I’m sneezing this much. It just happened so suddenly.”

Jimin reaches over and tucks a strand of hair behind Hoseok’s hair. “Do you feel okay otherwise?”

Hoseok thinks about it for a moment, and then nods. Besides the sudden, intense sneezing fit, he feels perfectly fine.

Jimin frowns. “Hmm. I never wear cologne or anything. Maybe you’re allergic to my shampoo?”

Hoseok leans over and sniffs Jimin’s hair, which makes Jimin giggle.

“Nope,” Hoseok says when nothing happens. There’s still a slight itch in his nose, but it’s not as intense now that he’s basically sneezed it out. “Your shampoo smells really good, though.”

He’s still leaning over, close to Jimin– really, really close, so close he can see the way Jimin’s long eyelashes cast a shadow over his cheeks, and the tiny birthmark on his collarbone, and the way his lips shine when his tongue darts out to wet them, and–

“I had a really good time tonight,” Jimin whispers, and then he moves forward and presses a kiss to Hoseok’s cheek. “I’d love to do this again soon.”

Hoseok swallows, his eyes meeting Jimin’s. “Yeah. Yes. Absolutely.”

Jimin’s nose scrunches up with a smile, and Hoseok melts, and fuck does he want to kiss Jimin on the lips. But he’s too nervous, and Jimin already kissed him on the cheek, and so he reciprocates, leans over and kisses the soft skin of Jimin’s cheek, and they’re both smiling hard when he pulls away.

“I’ll see you again soon,” Jimin says, opening the car door and getting out, and Hoseok waits until he’s back inside his apartment before he drives away.

But when it happens for a third time, Hoseok realizes there’s a pattern– and Jimin is in the center of it, always close to him when he suddenly starts sneezing, seemingly out of the blue.

It’s a strange thing, because Hoseok only has one thing he’s allergic to, and that’s cats. And Jimin said he didn’t have pets when Hoseok had asked him on their first date if he had any. But it seems like an allergy, feels like an allergy, and it’s something that only happens when he’s physically next to Jimin.

Soon, Hoseok begins to wonder if he isn’t allergic to Jimin himself.

It’s a preposterous idea; how could he be allergic to a person?

His face flushes just thinking about it, but as soon as the idea is in his head, it won’t let go, and it’s all he can think about. Jimin is too nice of a person to say anything negative, but there’s no way he’s going to want to be around Hoseok if all he does is start sneezing whenever they hang out. He’ll get tired of it, if he isn’t already, and Hoseok’s already suffered so much embarrassment every time it’s happened so far– the thought of losing his composure again in front of Jimin is too much.

So when Jimin texts him later, asking if he wants to go to a movie, he lies and texts back that he’s not feeling well and can’t hang out.

He can’t even bring himself to look at Jimin’s response, too ashamed by the whole situation. He sits on his couch, wallowing in self pity, cursing the fact that he’s allergic to Jimin.

Allergic to Jimin. That just can’t be true. Maybe he has developed a new allergy? He’s read that that can happen at any age. He has an idea pop into his head, one that has him shaking his head at how strange it is, but– it’s a way to find out if he’s developed a new allergy.

He pulls on a hoodie and a baseball cap, then puts on a face mask for good measure, feeling like he’s in disguise. The trip to the corner store doesn’t take a lot of time, and Hoseok moves quickly through each aisle, grabbing candles and bottles of cologne and soaps, filling his basket up. He stops at the stall on the sidewalk and buys a bouquet of flowers too, one with a colorful variety of flowers.

When he gets home, he lines everything up, feeling a strange mixture of emotions. Part of him is hopeful that something on the table in front of him will make him sneeze, so that he can finally have an answer, but another part of him feels foolish for this experiment.

One by one, he brings each item up to his nose, giving a hard sniff to really inhale the potential allergen. Nothing makes him sneeze, but after the first few items, his sinuses do feel a bit irritated from all the sniffing. The scent of the flowers stings when he smells them. The first candle makes him gag and the second candle is so overwhelmingly floral that Hoseok is pretty sure he can taste lavender and roses. Both the perfume and the cologne make his eyes water a bit, but neither of them make him feel even remotely sneezy. The only thing that comes close is the very last item, an air freshener spray, but he’s pretty sure it’s just because his poor nose is so irritated by that point.

By the end of it all, Hoseok is exhausted, and he has to come to the unfortunate conclusion: He is allergic to Park Jimin.

The realization would be funny, if not for the fact that he really, really likes Jimin. A lot.

Without warning, there are tears streaming down his face, falling faster than he can wipe them away, and he cries for a long time, feeling like a complete fool. He goes to bed early, and he falls asleep feeling miserable, climbing into bed without bothering to change into pajamas.

He wakes up to a text from Jimin, asking if he’s feeling better and if he wants to meet at the park for a morning stroll.

Maybe being outside will be better. Maybe he can still see Jimin, if he just keeps a good physical distance from him. He at least has to give it a chance. The idea of never seeing Jimin again is too much. So he texts Jimin back, and an hour later he’s at the park, both hands clenched so tightly around the steering wheel that his knuckles turn white.

Hoseok feels nervous when he spots Jimin waiting on a bench, sitting in the sunshine like he doesn’t have a care in the world. He gets out of his car and makes his way over, and Jimin’s face lights up when he sees him. Before he can stop him, Jimin’s wrapping his arms around Hoseok’s shoulders, pulling him into a hug, and Hoseok forgets all about his worries for a moment, leaning into the warm embrace with a contented sigh.

But then his nose twitches, and he jerks back, ducking out of Jimin’s arms just in time to twist away with a sneeze.

“Oh! Bless you. Are you coming down with a cold?” Jimin looks so concerned it makes Hoseok’s heart ache. “Is that why you weren’t feeling well last night? We can go back to my place, if you want, I can make you–”

“No!” Hoseok nearly shouts, interrupting Jimin. “Uh, I mean, I’m fine. I feel fine.” Jimin tilts his head, looking confused, and Hoseok tries to backtrack. “I mean, last night I wasn’t feeling well. But that was…that was just a stomach thing. I’m all good now.”

He’s pretty sure the smile he gives Jimin doesn’t look quite right, but it’s all he can muster. His heart is pounding and Jimin is silent for a moment before nodding.

“Okay,” he says softly. “Good. I’m glad you’re feeling better now.”

They start walking, and Jimin’s talking, telling Hoseok about yet another pastry he loves at some cafe, but all Hoseok can think about his sinuses, and how they’re still tingling, and how at any second he might have to sneeze again, and it’s all because–

Jimin reaches for his hand, and Hoseok panics, pulling away and tucking both of his hands into his pockets instead. He can feel the hurt radiating off of Jimin, but the younger man doesn’t say anything, simply letting his hand fall back to his side without a word.

Hoseok feels like the worst person in the entire world.

He chances a sideways glance at Jimin, and the look he sees on his face– Hoseok is the worst person in the world.

“Jimin,” he starts to say, at the same time that Jimin stops walking and turns to him to whisper, “Hoseok–”

Hoseok stops too, unable to meet Jimin’s gaze. He waits, his heart pounding in his chest, until he hears a small sniffle and looks up to see Jimin staring at him with tears in his eyes.

“Why are you avoiding me?” Jimin’s voice is trembling. He bites on his lower lip for a moment to keep it from quivering, and then sucks in a breath. “Hoseok, if you want to break up with me– if this isn’t working for you, just…just say it. Please don’t lead me on. If you don’t…” A lone tear escapes, rolling down Jimin’s cheek despite his best efforts to hold it back. “If you don’t like me–”

“I’m allergic to you!” Hoseok blurts, interrupting him.

Jimin blinks once, twice. His mouth forms a cute little pout, brows furrowed in confusion, and Hoseok stands there, his chest heaving.

Then, Jimin’s eyes narrow, and Hoseok can see his cheeks are turning pink, and shit, Jimin is pissed. “Allergic? To me? Is this some kind of cruel joke? Why would you say that?” Jimin swipes the back of his hand across his eyes.

“No, Jimin, I’m being serious. I think I am literally allergic to you.” Hoseok feels his face burning red at the admission, but he forces himself to continue. “Everytime we hang out I can’t stop sneezing. Whenever I get close to you, my eyes start to water.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Jimin says slowly, still looking slightly angry.

“That’s what I thought,” Hoseok agrees. “But I tested myself. I smelled flowers, and sprayed perfume in my face, and used all kinds of weird soaps and– listen, Jimin, nothing set me off the same way that has been happening when I’m around you. I was really hoping I had developed a new allergy or something, but unless you’re a cat, then it’s just…you. I’m allergic to you.”

Hoseok waits for Jimin to say something– anything– but he just stands there, a shocked expression on his face, for what feels like decades.

He’s almost about to say something himself just to ease the tension when suddenly, Jimin bursts into laughter, the sound ringing throughout the park. He bends over at the waist, hands on his knees, but soon he’s toppling over like his laugh is too strong for him to contain.

Hoseok stares down at him in confusion, but Jimin just– laughs. The cutest, most wonderful laugh Hoseok has ever heard, the sound bubbling out of Jimin’s chest and filling the air and Hoseok has never felt so confused in his life.

He crouches down next to Jimin, watching as the younger man sits on the ground and presses a hand to his chest, trying to contain his laughter and catch his breath.

“Hoseok,” Jimin finally says, voice slightly hoarse from laughing so much. “You’re not allergic to me. I think you’re allergic to my neighbor’s cat.”

“W-what?”

“I’ve been taking care of her, and her hair is always all over my clothes.” He looks down at his shirt, lifting his arm and plucking a tiny hair from his sleeve. “See? There’s some right there.”

Hoseok’s sinuses prickle at the very sight of the cat hair, and he can’t help letting out a small sneeze.

Jimin giggles. “Oh, bless you! Wow, you’re really allergic to cats, huh?”

“I’m not allergic to you?” Is all Hoseok can say in response, still trying to wrap his head around everything.

Tipping back his head with another bubbling laugh, Jimin leans back on his elbows. “Hoseok,” he says, slightly breathless still. “You’re not allergic to me.”

“I’m not allergic to you. I’m not allergic to you!” Hoseok’s face hurts with how much he’s smiling. He’s never felt so relieved in his life.

He stands and offers his hand out to Jimin, pulling him off the ground when he takes it.

“My neighbor got back from her vacation yesterday, so I won’t be around the cat for a while,” Jimin explains, dusting his pants off. “But if I ever have to take care of her again, I’ll know to change clothes and make sure I use a lint roller to get all the fur off me.”

“I can’t believe I’m not allergic to you.”

“I can’t believe you thought you were allergic to me!” Jimin gigges. “I can’t believe you…sprayed perfume in your face?”

Hoseok buries his head in his hands, cheeks bright pink. “Ugh, why did I tell you that?”

Gently tugging at his wrists, Jimin ducks his head until Hoseok moves his hands and meets his gaze. “Hoseok, I want to keep seeing you, if you want that. I really like you.”

“I really like you too, Jimin.”

Hoseok watches Jimin’s eyes flicker to his lips for a second, and then Jimin is leaning in, pressing a kiss to his mouth, his lips so plush and perfect against his own, and Hoseok gets lost in the moment, his head dizzy with emotion.

When Jimin pulls away, Hoseok grins so wide he feels like his face might split in two.

And then he promptly sneezes.

“Bless you,” Jimin chuckles, taking a step back. “I guess I better hurry home so I can change.”

“Yes, please,” Hoseok laughs, scrubbing at his nose with the palm of his hand. “I really want to kiss you again.”

Jimin nods eagerly. “Yeah. Yes. Absolutely. Me too.”

With beaming smiles taking up their faces, and the promise to meet somewhere cat hair free in the afternoon, they part ways, and Hoseok practically skips back to his hair, the feeling on Jimin’s lips burned into his memory.

#fic #i can't even tell you how much i love this oh my lord

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Wrong apartment, bro.

Title: Wrong apartment, bro.

Word Count: 4923

Summary: It’s a stormy Friday night, and Taehyung just wants to sit on his couch and drown out the sound of the thunder with his TV. Someone disrupts his plan by trying to break into his apartment.

Sickie: Jungkook (intoxication, snz/cold, very mild hangover symptoms)

Caretaker: Taehyung

“What should we do tonight, Miso?”

Taehyung leans forward and rests his head on folded arms, watching his betta fish swim in lazy circles in his tank across the room. He’s waiting for his kettle to boil so he can make himself a nice cup of tea and sit on the couch under a blanket with his TV on as loud as is reasonable. Not too loud, though. He only wants to cover up the sound of the storm outside, not piss off his neighbors– even though he’s never met any of them.

“It’s Friday night. We could watch a movie and make popcorn and pretend we’re at the theater.”

Miso ignores him, per usual. Heaving a weary sigh, Taehyung straightens up. Rain thuds noisily against his window and he tenses, dreading the thunder and lighting that’s forecasted for tonight, his heart pounding preemptively in his chest at the thought of the disruptive night he’s surely going to have.

He reaches into his pocket, feeling around until his fingers meet the small plastic case that his earplugs are in, and he drags his thumb back and forth across the smooth surface, trying to decide if he should put them in now or wait a little longer. It’s times like these when he sometimes finds himself envious of Miso, swimming along unaware of the world outside of his tank. He stands and walks over to the fish, peering through the glass, lost in thought for a moment.

Suddenly, there’s a rattling sound at his front door and Taehyung nearly screams.

“...fucking…open…”

Taehyung can hear a voice of a man, muffled by the closed door, muttering and cursing as the doorknob twists back and forth. He can’t move, back pressed up against the wall next to Miso’s tank, frozen in complete fear because there’s someone at his door, someone trying to break in–

“...I’ll fucking kick it down, I swear…”

With one hand over his mouth and his other clutched to his chest, Taehyung finally springs into action, making his way into the kitchen as quickly and as quietly as he can to grab the nearest thing he can find to use as a weapon– a rolling pin that’s sitting out on the counter from earlier in the day when he had made scones.

There’s a shuffling sound outside. Taehyung creeps closer to the front door, his heart thundering in his chest.

A smack, like someone hitting the door with an open palm.

The doorknob rattles again.

Reaching out slowly with one hand, Taehyung grabs the doorknob and holds it firmly. Then, with a deep breath and a rush of courage that comes seemingly out of nowhere, he unlocks and opens the door, rolling pin raised high above his head, and finds himself face to face with the most breathtakingly beautiful man he’s ever seen.

Taehyung’s jaw draws open.

“What the–”

“Aish! Why are you in my apartment?” The man yells, staggering back a few steps. His cheeks are bright red and he’s completely soaked from the rain, shivering visibly even under the shitty little porch light outside of Taehyung’s front door. Even from a few feet away, Taehyung can smell the alcohol coming off the man’s breath.

“It’s not your apartment!” Taehyung replies, still in shock. “This is my apartment!”

The man looks down at the key in his hand for several long seconds before he drags his gaze back upward. “Then how did I just unlock the door?”

“You…didn’t?” Taehyung sighs, lowering the rolling pin and widening his stance in the doorway. “You were just trying your key in the door when I happened to open it.”

“I think I know where I live.”

“Oh?” Taehyung huffs in disbelief.

The man sniffles wetly and drags a hand under his nose. He eyes Taehyung up and down, swaying slightly on his feet, and then he takes a step forward– or, he tries to, but then somehow loses his balance just enough to have to counter with a clumsy step backward.

Taehyung shakes his head, trying to clear his shock and confusion. “Look, you’re clearly drunk. Do you have a phone? Is there someone I can call to come pick you up?”

“I’m not drunk, bro,” the man protests with a pout. “I’m tipsy.”

“Okay, well, please tip yourself right out of my apartment, bro. Thank you.”

With an indignant huff, the man opens his mouth to protest further or maybe curse at Taehyung, but instead a mighty, shuddering sneeze barrels out of him, doubling him over and making him stumble forward a step. When he recovers, he’s left standing with his arms wrapped around himself, sniffling and shivering and looking suddenly so very small that Taehyung’s heart clenches.

“Bless you,” he finds himself murmuring, a small part of his brain screaming at him to take care of this man at his doorstep who’s so pathetically unwell it makes his heart clench.

Taehyung sighs.

He scrubs a hand over his face.

Shit, shit, shit.

“Why don’t you come in for a bit, to dry off? I just brewed a pot of tea.”

The man stares at Taehyung. His nose twitches, and then his lips twitch like he’s going to say something. Another shiver runs through his body, and he wipes his dripping nose with the side of his hand– Taehyung’s sympathy dies just a little bit at the sight of that, because, gross– and then he huffs out a shaky breath.

“Why are you making tea in my apartment?”

Taehyung has half a mind to raise his rolling pin again.

“Come in, or don’t,” he says with a shrug, but as he moves to close the door the man nods.

“I’m cold,” he murmurs as he shuffles inside the apartment.

He looks around as Taehyung closes the door behind them, sniffling and shivering and looking slightly dazed. “Trippy. This is the same layout as my apartment, but shit you’ve got weird decor in here.”

Taehyung grits his teeth, his hand tightening around the rolling pin he’s still holding. “Let me go grab some towels.”

The man stands by the front door, arms wrapped around himself, until Taehyung returns with a towel. As soon as he takes it, he starts drying his dark hair, clumsily rubbing it over his head and making it stick out in all directions. His sniffling is increasingly in frequency now that he’s inside, and as Taehyung watches him with a frown, considering whether or not he should give an absolute stranger a dry change of his own clothes to wear, the man groans, buries his face into the towel, and then spits out half a dozen wet-sounding sneezes into the fabric.

“S-sorry,” the man mumbles when he’s done, blinking down at the towel in his hands. The tip of his nose is red and his cheeks are even more flushed, as are the tips of his ears.

“You’re bound to catch a cold,” Taehyung murmurs, clicking his tongue disapprovingly. “Do you live close? You should change out of those wet clothes as soon as possible.”

“Well,” the man says, nose scrunching up, nostrils flaring like he’s fighting off another sneeze. “I thought I lived here, so…”

Taehyung sighs. “Would you like a dry change of clothes, then?”

The man nods, and Taehyung once again makes a trip down the hall.

When he returns from his room, he sees the man standing in front of Miso’s tank, eyes wide as saucers as he looks at the betta fish in awe. He has the towel bunched under one arm, and his free hand is lifted to his face, finger pressed against the underside of his red nose.

Taehyung frowns– if this man sneezes on Miso, there’s going to be a bigger problem than what’s already going on.

“Here,” he says, quickly rushing over. He hands the man the folded stack of clothes along with a box of tissues he had grabbed from his nightstand. “Bathroom is down the hall, on the left.”

Taehyung waits until he hears the bathroom door close before going into the kitchen. Grabbing two mugs from the cabinet, he prepares tea for the both of them and then sits down at the kitchen table and tries to figure out what the hell he’s going to do. It’s not like he has any friends of his own he can call for help or even advice, and the stranger has been entirely unhelpful so far.

When the man emerges from the bathroom, he’s shivering and his hair is still damp but he’s overall dry and his cheeks are a little less pink. Taehyun hears him hiccup once as he comes into the kitchen and remembers that he’s still likely drunk off his ass.

He hands him the man a mug. “Is there someone I can call to come pick you up?” He asks, not wasting a second. “Let me see your phone. What’s your name?”

The man takes the tea and cradles it between his palms, sighing at the warmth. “Um, my name is Jungkook.” His voice is nasally now, a hint of congestion present. He doesn’t sit, looking down at Taehyung with a frown. “I lost my phone tonight.”

Dragging a hand over his face, Taehyung closes his eyes and tries not to groan out loud. When he opens them, the man– Jungkook– is staring at him expectantly.

“Were you with anyone tonight? Will anyone be looking for you? You must live in this apartment complex?” Taehyung gestures towards the bathroom where he assumes Jungkook left his wet clothes. “You have ID on you?”

Instead of answering any of the questions, Jungkook hiccups again, his gaze already wandering to the living room. He carries the tea out of the kitchen, slurping loudly at the hot drink, and makes his way over to the couch.

Taehyung yanks his earplugs out of his pocket and puts them in as fast as he can.

“You put your couch in the exact same spot that I did,” Jungkook says from the living room. “That’s wild, bro!”

He follows Jungkook into the living room and gets there just in time to see him set his mug down on the coffee table and then half-dive, half-fall lengthwise onto the couch. He’s got a lopsided grin on his face and Taehyung follows his gaze and then immediately knows he’s made the absolute wrong choice in letting this man into his apartment.

“You have a sheep!” Jungkook slurs, grabbing onto the plushie from the end of the couch and tugging it to his chest.

“It’s an alpaca,” Taehyung says, jogging around to the other side of the couch so he can take the stuffed animal back, but Jungkook tucks it under his cheek, rubbing his face against it and closing his eyes with a happy sigh.

“It’s soft, bro.”

Taehyung gapes down at him, anger pooling in his gut at the sight of Jungkook touching his favorite plushie.

Jungkook hiccups, and then sniffles, his face scrunching up and his eyebrows furrowing. Without opening his eyes, he squirms around until he’s on his side and pulls his knees up to his chest.

“Oh fuck me, I’m dizzy,” he murmurs.

And then he promptly passes out.

Loud snores erupt from the dark-haired man as his jaw goes slack and his mouth falls open.

“Okay,” Taehyung says, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I did not say you could fall asleep on my couch.” He leans down and shakes Jungkook’s shoulder, but Jungkook only snores louder, face scrunching in irritation at the movement.

“Wake. Up.” Taehyung shakes his shoulder again. Jungkook hiccups in his sleep but otherwise does not stir, and Taehyung glares at him.

A sudden clap of thundering makes Taehyung jump, an embarrassing squeak coming from his throat before he can stop it. Pressing one hand to his chest, he looks down to see that Jungkook is still asleep despite the booming sound.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Taehyung mutters, slightly breathless. His hands are trembling as he reaches down and eases his plushie from Jungkook’s grip, holding it protectively to his chest and frowning when he feels something wet against his skin. When he pulls it away to inspect it, he realizes it’s just the spot where Jungkook’s hair had been touching, leaving a damp patch on the fabric.

It’s the last straw.

Before he can stop them, hot tears are pouring out of his eyes, rolling down his cheeks like a waterfall, and he bites back a sob as he stumbles his way back into his kitchen.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he cries, sinking into the chair he’d been previously sitting in and burying his head in his hands.

So much for his plan to be brave in the face of thunder tonight.

So much for his plan to make himself a nice cup of tea and sit on the couch under a blanket with his TV on as loud as is reasonable.

So much for spending his night completely alone.

“There’s something wrong with that guy,” he spits out, dragging the back of his hand across his face to wipe the tears away. “Who the fuck doesn’t know where they live?” He’s fully aware he’s talking to himself, but he continues just in case his voice will wake Jungkook up. “Who the fuck gets drunk enough that they try to break into someone else’s apartment thinking it’s their own?”

There’s a sudden flash of light, and then a loud boom reverberates throughout the entire apartment, scaring the shit out of Taehyung and making him jump in his chair.

“Shit!”

In the other room, Jungkook’s snoring stops, only to resume less than three seconds later, and somehow it’s even louder this time.

Through his tears, Taehyung spots Miso across the room and huffs out a watery laugh.

“Oh, Miso,” he says, standing and making his way over to the fishtank. He leans down so he can peer through the glass. “Can you believe this?”

Taehyung is suddenly so, so tired, but he knows he’s not going to get a wink of sleep tonight between the thunder and the stranger passed out on his couch. Instead he carries Miso’s tank over to his kitchen table and sets it down, then grabs his plushie and plops down onto the chair. As he stares at the colorful fish, he hugs his plushie to his chest and lets a new wave of tears drip down his face.

In the living room, Jungkook snores on.

At some point, Taehyung falls asleep, leaning forward until his head is resting on top of his alpaca plushie like a pillow, flinching awake with every clap of thunder but so exhausted that he’s pulled back down by sleep after each time.

He jolts awake just after midnight and looks around, confused for a moment why he’s in his kitchen instead of his bedroom before it all comes rushing back to him.

“Great,” he mumbles. “It wasn’t just a dream.”

He scrubs at his eyes and gazes into Miso’s tank, blinking slowly until he spots the betta fish asleep in his favorite plant in the corner.

“Hope you’re at least getting good rest in there,” he murmurs around a yawn.

It’s quiet in the apartment, and Taehyung realizes he can no longer hear Jungkook snoring.

“I should go check on him to make sure he’s still breathing, right?” He asks Miso, but Miso is still asleep.

Reluctantly, Taehyung stands and stretches his arms up above his head, wincing at the ache in his lower back he now has thanks to falling asleep at the table.

The light is still on in the living room and Taehyung can immediately see that Jungkook, still asleep, does not look well.

He’s curled up on his side, almost in a fetal position, shivering. There’s a sheen of sweat on his forehead and he’s breathing solely through his mouth, the sound labored and crackly like his nose is stuffed up. He briefly considers calling someone, maybe the 24-hour clinic to at least get some advice, but he already knows from experience what questions they’ll ask and what they’ll tell him to do.

Which means Taehyung gets to take care of Jungkook all by himself.

“Great,” he groans, but there’s no real heat behind it, not when Jungkook looks so sick.

Taehyung goes to his bedroom to find a blanket, stopping for a quick bathroom break on the way there. He’s surprised to see that Jungkook’s wet clothes are not in a messy pile in the middle of the floor like he had originally assumed, but instead are folded up into a small, neat pile and stacked on the far edge of the counter.

The box of tissues he’d handed Jungkook are in there too, so after he washes his hands he grabs them, along with a warm blanket from his room, and carries them back out to the living room.

Jungkook is in the same position as before. Taehyung lays the blanket over him and then sets the tissues on the coffee table near his head. He hesitates a moment, then reaches out and places his palm on Jungkook’s forehead, frowning at the slight warmth he can feel and unsure if it’s due to the alcohol or something else.

He goes back to the bathroom, wets a washcloth, and then brings it out and places it on Jungkook’s forehead, frowning when he whimpers and shivers violently as soon as he does.

“Sorry,” Taehyung murmurs, tugging the blanket up over his shoulder and tucking it more firmly around his body.

Next, he replaces the now cold mug of tea with a glass of cold water from the kitchen, setting it next to the tissue box. He leaves a bottle of painkillers next to it and then, after consideration, hurries to grab a lined trash can to place within easy reach because he is not gonna be able to handle it if Jungkook pukes on his couch.

When Taehyung is done getting everything he thinks Jungkook might possibly need, he reheats his own half-full cup of tea in the microwave and then sits back down at the table. Miso is still peacefully asleep in the corner on his tank and he can hear thunder rumbling in the distance, a sign that the storm has moved on and will be over soon.

As soon as he’s done drinking his tea, he’s so sleepy again he can barely keep his eyes open. His back is already protesting the way he’s leaning forward, hunched over his alpaca plushie, but there’s no way he’s going into his bedroom to sleep when Jungkook is still here and soon he can’t keep his eyes open anymore.

The next time Taehyung wakes up, the lighting is different– it must be early morning, just before sunrise– and there’s an odd sound coming from the living room.

Taehyung goes over and peeks into the living room to see that Jungkook is sitting up, looking dazed and sneezing into his cupped hands.

“Great.” Taehyung yawns and nudges the box of tissues closer to Jungkook. “You’re awake.”

He puts his hands on his hips as Jungkook sucks in a breath, sneezes once more, and then belatedly scrambles for the tissues. He doesn’t care if he’s coming off a bit grumpy. He is a bit grumpy. He slept like shit, his back is aching, and there’s some stranger still in his apartment– someone that he just let barge into his home and pass out on his couch and now, sneeze all over his living room.

“You’re sure sneezing a lot,” he comments, and the tips of Jungkook’s ears turn bright red to match his nose.

“Sorry,” he croaks out.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have gotten so drunk and passed out on my couch with wet hair.”

Jungkook’s mouth opens and closes in a way that reminds him of Miso. “I–” Whatever he’s about to say is cut off by yet another sneeze, and he shivers violently after, sniffling into a wad of tissues he once again pulls from the box like an afterthought.

All of Taehyung’s grumpiness is suddenly replaced by sympathy.

“Bless you,” he finds himself saying, because Jungkook looks so pathetic and miserable. Beyond being obviously hungover, he apparently has caught a cold from being out in the rain. “Would you like me to make you some tea? You never drank yours last night.”

Jungkook scrubs at his red nose with a tissue and nods, so Taehyung turns around and goes into the kitchen to put the kettle on the stove.

Jungkook is massaging his temples when he returns with the tea, one hand clutching his belly. He takes the tea from Taehyung without a word and spends a moment blowing on the steaming beverage before taking a tentative sip.

“So.” Taehyung puts his hands on his hips. “This has been great, but can you please tell me where you live now so I can help you get home?”

Jungkook nods, then squeezes his eyes shut and wraps his arms around his stomach, swallowing thickly. “Uh, yeah. Uh.” He tries to take a breath in through his nose, but he’s too congested and it results in him snorting and then coughing a couple of times. “Fuck, bro.”

Taehyung resists the urge to roll his eyes.

And then, Jungkook tells him his address, and Taehyung gasps.

“Can you…can you repeat that?”

Jungkook does.

“You’re telling me,” Taehyung says slowly. “That you live here. At this apartment complex. In apartment #331?”

Jungkook nods.

“Three-three-one?”

Again, Jungkook nods, raising one eyebrow.

A short, frantic laugh bursts out of Taehyung. “What the actual fuck?”

Before Jungkook can respond, Taehyung stomps to the front door and throws it open, then marches over to the next apartment over, not caring that he’s not wearing shoes.

He looks at the apartment number.

He glances over towards his own apartment, at the shiny #332 next to his door.

He looks back at the door in front of him.

Sure enough, the apartment next to his is number 331, which is apparently where Jungkook lives and has lived this entire time.

He storms back to his apartment and doesn’t wait until he’s inside to start yelling. “Get the fuck off my couch,” he shouts, not caring that Jungkook flinches when he slams the door shut. “You live next door to me!”

“I…what?”

“You live next door. NEXT. DOOR!”

Taehyung knows he’s yelling too loudly at this point, but at least he also knows for certain that one of his neighbors isn’t going to be disturbed by it.

“You tried to break into my apartment, and then you disrupted my night and slept on my couch, and this whole time you live one fucking apartment over!”

Jungkook winces, covering his ears with his hands and digging his fingertips into his temples. “Oh…I’m sorry,” he says, voice barely a whisper.

Like he’s a deflating balloon, Taehyung slumps against the wall and then slides down it until he’s sitting on the floor, arms hanging at his sides and eyes closed as he tips his head back to lean against the wall. He’s panting hard, but even over the sound of his own breath he can hear Jungkook breathing heavily too as he stands up from the couch.

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook says again, his voice cracking a bit, and he starts to make his way towards the door, eyeing Taehyung warily as he passes him by. He pauses halfway there, rubbing the back of his neck and sniffing sharply a few times before he glances back. “I’m so sorry,” he repeats, and then he takes a step forward.

Taehyung isn’t sure if he trips or if he stumbles, but in the next second he’s falling against the closed front door, barely bringing his arms up in time to brace himself from the impact and ensure he doesn’t smack his face against it.

“Whoa!” Taehyung jumps up and rushes over, wrapping his arm around Jungkook’s waist to support him. He’s shocked to feel the heat radiating off his body, which definitely can’t be blamed at this point by alcohol. “Um, let’s get you home, then, I guess.”

Jungkook’s breath trembles when he exhales. “My keys are in my pocket…uh, they were in my pocket, but I don’t remember where I put my pants,” he whispers.

“Okay.” Taehyung nods. “Can you stand right here? I’ll go grab them.”

Jungkook nods, leaning against the wall and pressing the back of his hand to one of his cheeks.

Taehyung grabs a plastic bag from under his sink, then hurries down the hall to the bathroom. He finds Jungkook’s keys in the pocket of his pants, and then shoves the still wet clothes into the bag and jogs back to where Jungkook is waiting.

They slowly make their way the short distance to Jungkook’s apartment, Taehyung’s arm wrapped once again around Jungkook’s waist. Taehyung unlocks the door, rolling his eyes when Jungkook’s key easily works in the lock, and then he helps Jungkook inside.

Luckily, Jungkook was right about them having the exact same layout, so he knows exactly where the bedroom is, and he leads him there. He’s mildly surprised to see that Jungkook’s room is neat and tidy, and not a complete mess like Taehyung had been expecting.

As soon as Jungkook pulls the covers back and sits down on the bed, his face pales and he wraps an arm around his midsection with a groan.

“Do you feel like you’re going to puke?” Taehyung asks, looking around frantically for a bin or a garbage can or something he can grab quickly, but Jungkook shakes his head.

“No,” he says. “Just dizzy.”

Even though he’s not entirely convinced, Taehyung helps him lie down and then pulls the blanket up to his chest.

“Thank you,” Jungkook whispers, eyes already closed.

Before he leaves, Taehyung goes into the kitchen to fill a cup with water, then stops in the bathroom to find a washcloth he can soak with cool water and, since he can’t find any tissues in the apartment, a long length of toilet paper. He rummages around in the medicine cabinet above Jungkook’s sink, but it’s practically bare, and there’s no cold medicine nor fever reducers in sight.

He brings everything back to Jungkook’s room. He sets the cup of water and toilet paper on Jungkook’s nightstand, then folds the washcloth over and places it on his forehead. He’s pretty sure Jungkook is asleep, although he’s not snoring, and when he reaches down to brush some of the hair back from his face and adjust the washcloth Jungkook whimpers and rolls onto his side. The washcloth slides off his forehead and Taehyung rolls his eyes. He picks it up and presses it to the side of Jungkook’s neck instead, causing him to shiver and turn his face to snuffle unhappily into his pillow.

“Okay,” Taehyung says, to no one in particular. “I’m gonna get going. Nice meeting you, I guess.”

Jungkook doesn’t respond.

Taehyung lets himself out of Jungkook’s apartment, closing the door quietly behind him. Back in his own apartment, he climbs into his own bed, still fully clothed, and falls asleep with the events of the past day swirling around in his mind.

Later that afternoon, there’s a soft knock at the door.

Slightly startled, Taehyung’s heart begins to beat faster as he makes his way over to answer it, because no one ever knocks on his door and he’s not expecting anyone. He turns the knob and opens the door to see a pale, red-nosed Jungkook standing there on his doorstep, bundled up in a hoodie and a thick coat and holding a stack of folded clothes out in front of him.

“Uh. Hi.” Jungkook gives him a small, timid smile. “I washed these,” he says, voice hoarse. “Thank you for letting me borrow them.”

The clothes are still warm from the dryer when Taehyung reaches out to take them.

“Also, I want to apologize…” Jungkook trails off, suddenly looking confused, and a moment later he ducks into the crook of his elbow and sneezes three times in a row. It sounds nothing like the loud, unrestrained sneezing he’d been doing yesterday, much quieter and muffled into his coat sleeve, but it’s also noticeably more sick-sounding.

“Wow, neighbor,” Taehyung can’t help but smirk. “Sounds like some cold you’ve got there.”

Jungkook chuckles, sniffling and rubbing a finger under his nose, the tips of his ears now bright red.

Taehyung sighs. “Look, I feel like we got off on the wrong foot. I didn’t mean to yell at you yesterday. I don’t know what your circumstances are.” He pauses, watching Jungkook bite his lip. “Would you like to come in for some tea?”

“Oh– I shouldn’t. I’m sick, I wouldn’t want–”

“Do you not remember the past twenty-four hours? With how much you were breathing all over my apartment, I’m pretty sure both Miso and I are going to catch whatever you have already.”

Jungkook’s face scrunches up in confusion. “Miso?”

“He’s my fish,” Taehyung says, taking a step to the side and glancing behind him, and Jungkook looks past his shoulder until he sees the tank sitting against the wall.

“Oh, no way! I thought that was a dream!” Jungkook laughs, and Taehyung can’t help but think that his smile is absolutely breathtaking.

“Anyway. Do you want to come in?” Taehyung asks.

“Sure,” Jungkook replies, stepping inside. “But just so you know, I really hate tea, bro.”

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aint no way anons are feeling this entitled. it's YOUR life and YOUR blog. you choose what to do with it and us, your ever so loyal followers <3, will support you either way. i followed you for the bts content and don't stan skz, but I will never ever complain about the focus of this blog. ignore the anons, and just know you'll have supporters no matter what <3

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Ignore the haters, you are so amazing 💕💕💕

Post whatever you want to post because literally anything you post is wonderful!

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High quality video of Felix with audio because I don't think many people have seen this one xx

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Part 9

the sickfic without a title

By the end of the day, Jimin is up and around, tired of being in bed and desperate to get some fresh air.

“I’ll go on a walk with you,” Namjoon offers. “As long as you promise to let me fuss over you and not let you exert yourself too much.”

Jimin grins. “Deal.” Though he knows he’ll still be battling the congestion when he goes to bed later, he feels so much better simply knowing in a day or two his cold will be a thing of the past.

Namjoon slathers sunscreen over both his and Jimin’s faces, and then pulls on a wide-brimmed sun hat before stepping outside. The late afternoon air feels incredible and Jimin greedily sucks in a lungful of it. Namjoon smiles at him and threads his fingers through his as they make their way down the stairs and down the path that leads to the lake. They don’t venture far, pausing when Namjoon spots a few ducks and stops with an excited grin.

“Hi, babies,” he greets the ducks, as if they’re longtime friends. He squats down and watches them swim closer, and Jimin watches fondly as he talks to them. “I don’t have anything to feed you tonight, sorry. Jinnie used the last of the bread at lunch.”

Jimin can feel his nose start to run. He sniffles, dabbing at his nose with his sleeve and wishing he had brought tissues with him.

When he sniffles again, Namjoon turns to look at him. “You okay?” he asks, ducks forgotten, expression suddenly serious. He stands and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a crumpled up wad of tissues. “I promise these are clean,” he says as he offers them to Jimin. “But I had a feeling you would need them.”

“I hate having a runny nose,” Jimin pouts, sniffling yet again. He gratefully accepts both the tissues and the fact that Namjoon is now on high alert, listening to his every sniffle.

“Should we head back now?” Namjoon asks only ten minutes later, but it’s more of a statement than a question and Jimin finds himself being guided back toward the house. He holds Namjoon’s hand again, reveling in the beauty of the afternoon sky and his partner’s warm, if overprotective, presence.

They get back and can hear Taehyung’s loud, booming sneeze before they even get into the house. They find him and Yoongi in the kitchen sitting at the table.

“It wouldn’t hurt so much if you sneezed properly,” Yoongi is saying to Taehyung, who’s wincing with every swallow. “It’s because you sneeze from here,” Yoongi notes, touching the base of Taehyung’s throat with his fingertips. “Instead of from your nose like a normal person.”

“I can’t help the way I sneeze!” Taehyung exclaims, his voice nearly gone. He sits back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “When I’m not sick and my throat doesn’t hurt it actually feels kind of good to sneeze the way I do.” He huffs out a breath and glances over at Yoongi. “You wouldn’t know. You never sneeze.”

Rolling his eyes Yoongi stands and nudges Jimin to sit down in his place.

“How was your walk?”

“It was nice,” Jimin sighs. “I want to go on a longer walk tomorrow. Maybe hang out by the lake for a bit.” He reaches for the tissue box that’s in front of Taehyung, grabbing out a handful for himself so he can blow his nose.

Seokjin comes into the kitchen and frowns as he takes in Jimin, who’s sniffling into a wad of tissues, and Taehyung, who’s sulking.

“I’m making you both some hot tea,” he announces. “Go cuddle with Jungkookie on the couch.”

Jimin and Taehyung find Jungkook out in the living room, napping on the couch, bundled up in a pile of blankets. He looks more miserable than ever, dark circles under his eyes and sniffling every few minutes, and he curls in on himself when Jimin leans down to kiss his forehead.

“How are you feeling, sweetie?” He asks. “Jinnie is making us all some nice hot tea. Do you need anything else?”

Jungkook shakes his head and looks up at him with wide, watery eyes. “Do you want me to sit up so you can both…” He trails off, question unfinished, letting out a soft sneeze that sounds more like a cough.

“No,” Taehyung says quickly. He clears his throat a few times. “We’ll cuddle on the recliner. You stay right there.”

Jimin and Taehyung leave him to take up the length of the couch, even though in his current position he’s only taking up half of it, and squish together in the recliner instead. Taehyung sits in Jimin’s lap and tucks his head under his chin, spreading a blanket over them both.

When Seokjin comes in with steaming mugs of tea, Jungkook is asleep, and Jimin and Taehyung are playing a game on Taehyung’s phone. He passes them their mugs, keeping Jungkook’s on the tray, and then kisses them each on the top of the head. “Yoongi and I are going to be working on a puzzle in the kitchen if you want to join,” he tells them. “Text us if you need anything.”

He starts to head back in the kitchen, then turns around and goes to set the third mug on the coffee table in front of Jungkook, moving slowly so he doesn’t wake the younger man, leaving it there in case he wakes up.

Jungkook’s fever comes back that night.

He’s sitting in the recliner, curled up under a blanket and half-asleep as he watches his partners play a card game around the coffee table, when Yoongi suddenly rises and walks over to stand in front of him.

“You’re shivering,” he frowns, reaching down to cup Jungkook’s cheek. The frown deepens as he slides his hand up, palm cool against Jungkook’s forehead. “Yeah, you’re really hot.”

Jungkook smirks– or, he tries to, but it’s immediately ruined by the fact that he really is shivering hard, entire body shaking despite the fact that he’s wearing a thick hoodie and wrapped up in a warm blanket.

They all exchange worried looks with each other, and then six pairs of eyes are on Jungkook.

“What?” He asks defensively, his voice small. “I’m fine. Just feeling a little chilly.”

He doesn’t want to have a fever again. He doesn’t want to be this sick still. Without his permission, tears begin to fall from his eyes, and they roll down his cheeks and drip from his chin into his blanketed lap.

“It’s no big deal,” Yoongi tries to reassure him, thumbing away his tears. “Your body is just fighting really hard right now. Do you want to go to bed early? Or take some medicine or something?”

A loud, explosive sneeze from Taehyung draws the attention away from Jungkook temporarily. Seokjin puts his arms around Taehyung’s shoulders and presses a kiss to his temple as Taehyung sniffles, wipes his nose with a tissue that Jimin hands him, and then sneezes again.

“We should all probably head to bed now,” Namjoon says, eyeing Taehyung as he coughs softly into a fist.

“There’s a clinic in town,” Hoseok says, eyes on his phone. “It’s open 24 hours.”

There’s a collective pause as they all consider Hoseok’s words.

Jungkook feels his heart drop. The last thing he wants to do is go see a doctor. He can’t even remember the last time he went to the doctor, which is definitely a contributing factor to the sudden anxiety he feels in his chest. But he knows that his partners are worried about him, and he knows that he’s been sick for long enough now that going to the clinic would be the next reasonable step. So even though he doesn’t want to go, he doesn’t protest as they start making plans for the next day, not missing the way they all eye him like they’re waiting for his refusal.

“I think it would be a good idea. Does that sound okay with you, Tae?” He looks over at Jungkook. “Kookie?”

Taehyung nods. “Yeah, I’m good with that. It’s probably a good idea to go get a check up.”

Then, everyone turns to Jungkook.

“Want to come with us, baby?” Namjoon asks, leaning over to rub Jungkook’s blanket-covered legs.

Yoongi wraps his arms around Jungkook’s shoulder and leans down to kiss his cheek. “At least come with us when we take Tae,” he suggests. “You don’t have to decide if you want to see the doctor until then.”

Jungkook closes his eyes, fighting back another wave of tears, and then with a shaky breath he opens them again and nods.

“Okay,” he says. “I’ll go.”

“You can close your eyes during this, if you want,” Jimin whispers, taking in Taehyung’s sleepy expression with a smile. He tugs the hem of his shirt up, pushing it all the way up to Taehyung’s armpits to expose his chest, and leans down to press a soft kiss just above his belly button. “Just relax and let us do all of the work.”

“Okay,” Taehyung replies, stifling a yawn. “I think I will. I’m so tired.”

Yoongi laughs softly and climbs into the bed behind Jimin, wrapping his arms around his waist. “You sure you don’t want it too?” He asks Jimin. “It might help you sleep better.”

Jimin shakes his head. “No, I’m good, but thanks.”

Taehyung, his eyes closed, coughs and brings a fist up to rub at his eyes. “Sorry if I fall asleep,” he says. “Thanks in advance for helping me with this.”

“Of course, baby,” Hoseok replies. “Anything to help you feel better.” He approaches the bed and holds up a small jar. “Namjoonie and I found this at the store. Hopefully it works. But if not, maybe we can find something better at the pharmacy tomorrow.”

He crawls onto the bed and settles on Taehyung’s other side, sitting cross legged as he unscrews the lid of the jar. As he scoops some of the substance out, Taehyung coughs weakly, the sound raspy and congested.

They all realize second that Hoseok starts to massage the vapor rub into Taehyung’s chest that they’ve made a terrible mistake; as soon as the menthol scent hits Taehyung’s nose, his eyes start to water and he wrenches forward with a giant sneeze, nearly headbutting Hoseok in the process.

“Oh! Bless you,” Hoseok chuckles, but he’s nearly cut off by another wrenching sneeze from Taehyung.

“Wow,” Jimin chuckles. “You okay, love?”

“Sorry,” Taehyung gasps, already gearing up for another sneeze. “I can’t help it–”

Hoseok belatedly scrambles for a box of tissues, which Taehyung accepts gratefully between the next two sneezes.

“Uh.” Jimin looks around, eyes wide. “Is he allergic to this stuff or something?”

Taehyung, chest heaving and eyes watering, shakes his head. “No,” he manages to spit out before the next sneeze overtakes him. “It just smells really strong.”

Hoseok brings the jar to his own nose and takes a sniff, frowning when his senses are assaulted with the strong menthol vapors. He pinches his nose, stifling a sneeze, and blinks back tears.

“Ew,” he hisses. “Yeah, that’s really strong.” He blinks rapidly and covers his mouth and nose with his sleeve, holding the jar away from himself.

“Oh. Yeah. I can smell it from here now,” Jimin says, taking the jar from Hoseok and bringing it near his nose. Before it even gets close, he sneezes twice, and then coughs, scrunching up his face in irritation.

Taehyung, hunching in on himself, pulls out another handful of tissues, heaves a shuddering sigh, and sneezes again.

Jimin shoves the jar under Yoongi’s nose. “Smell this,” he says, his nostrils flaring. “It’s strong.”

Yoongi reels back, his nose twitching immediately at the smell. He squints at Jimin, who sneezes twice more, and presses the heel of his hand to his nose. “Yikes. Put the lid on that thing.” He looks over at Taehyung, who’s snuffling miserably into a wad of tissues. “Well, shit,” he says. “Sorry, Tae.”

Taehyung lets out a tremendous sneeze in response.

Hurrying to the bathroom, Hoseok washes his hands and then wets a cloth with warm water. He brings it back and wipes all of the vapor rub from Taehyung’s skin, but the smell lingers in the air and Taehyung sneezes a dozen more times before he slumps back against the pillows, completely worn out.

As Taehyung struggles to catch his breath, Seokjin and Namjoon come in, eyes wide with worry.

“Is Taehyungie okay?” Namjoon asks, looking between all of them on the bed in confusion. “What are you guys doing in here?”

Taehyung whimpers and sneezes heartily into his tissues, and Jimin rubs his back.

“Jungkookie heard Taehyung sneezing his head off in here and got worried,” Seokjin adds. “Is something wrong?”

“No, we’re just discovering the joys of vapor rub,” Hoseok says with an apologetic grimace. “Come smell this.” He unscrews the lid and holds up the jar, and Seokjin takes a step forward, warily eyeing the jar and Hoseok’s expectant expression before he leans down and takes a sniff.

Immediately, Seokjin sneezes, and then clamps a hand over his nose. “Oh, wow,” he chokes out. “That is strong.”

“I want to smell,” Namjoon says, grabbing the jar and holding it under his nose. His face scrunches up and he shoves the jar back into Hoseok’s hands. “Fuck, that’s…” He trails off, then sneezes softly into the palm of his hand. “That’s terrible.”

“Don’t get that stuff near Jungkookie,” Seokjin adds. “With his sense of smell, he’d be a mess.”

Taehyung snorts, closing his eyes with a weary sigh. “It really cleared me out, though,” he says, voice even more raspy now. He yawns widely, then sneezes once more, but it’s not as thunderous and not nearly as congested sounding. He blows his nose into another tissue and then pulls the comforter up to his chin, still slightly out of breath but so tired that he looks ready to fall asleep.

Jimin sneezes twice more and grabs a tissue, sniffling wetly. “Okay, yeah. It does work to clear the sinuses,” he chuckles, blowing his nose. “It works a little too well.”

“I’m so sorry,” Hoseok apologizes. He gets into the bed next to Taehyung and grabs a tissue, wiping Taehyung’s nose for him. Taehyung hardly reacts, so sleepy that he doesn’t even open his eyes, and Hoseok smiles and bends down to kiss his forehead. “Someone’s falling asleep on us.”

“Poor thing is worn out from all that sneezing,” Yoongi chuckles, turning on the bedside lamp so he can turn the overhead light off. He climbs into the bed on Hoseok’s other side, and soon they’re all cuddled up in the bed, rearranging pillows and blankets.

There’s a soft knock at the door, and Jungkook pushes it open and peers inside.

“Why are you all in here without me?” He pouts, sounding sad and stuffy. He shuffles across the room and climbs onto the bed, slumping against Namjoon’s side. “And why is Tae sneezing so loud? Well, louder than usual?” He asks softly, his voice hoarse.

Hoseok grabs the vapor rub from the nightstand and holds it up. “This stuff got to him. I think…yeah, he’s asleep now.”

Jungkook glances at the middle of the bed, where Taehyung is knocked out, snoring away. Then, before anyone can stop him, he takes the jar from Hoseok and brings it to his nose, sniffing deeply.

“Wh-what–” Jungkook inhales sharply and rears back. “What is that?” He twists away with three rapid sneezes that leave him breathless, and when he turns back his eyes and nose are streaming.

“Vapor rub,” Hoseok replies. “It’s supposed to clear up congestion, but–”

Jungkook sneezes again, and then twice more, his head shaking back and forth and his brows furrowing.

“That’s strong,” he gasps, bending forward with an irritated-sounding cough. “Fuck.”

“Well,” Hoseok shrugs, giving Jungkook an apologetic smile. “I guess it technically does clear up congestion.”

Jungkook nods, sneezes, and then drags his sleeve under his dripping nose. “Are there tissues in here?”

Yoongi laughs softly and passes him the whole box. “There are tissues in every room of this house by now,” he says.

Jungkook barely has time to grab a tissue before he’s turning away again, another series of rapid sneezes aimed mostly at the tissue. “I guess it works but I–” Another sneeze. “I hate that. Wow. Fuck.”

“I’m throwing this stuff away,” grumbles Hoseok.

Finally getting a tissue up to his nose properly so he can blow his nose, Jungkook shudders through another handful of sneezes before he gets it out of his system. He sucks in a breath, sniffs hard, and then blows a slow stream of air out through his mouth.

“Sorry,” Namjoon says, rubbing his back. “We should have warned you first.”

“No, it’s okay,” Jungkook laughs. “That was just really intense. No wonder Taehyung was sneezing like that.” He looks over at Taehyung and grins. “I can’t believe he’s asleep right now.”

“The poor baby is tired,” Seokjin says defensively, right before yawning himself, and they all chuckle.

“Are you all sleeping in here together?” Jungkook asks, looking between everyone.

“Yep.” Jimin pats the space between him and Taehyung. “Want to join us?”

Jungkook doesn’t have to be asked twice, crawling over legs to settle in his spot. He lets Jimin tuck him in, and then he carefully maneuvers himself so he’s cuddled up with Taehyung, resting his head on his chest.

A second later he gasps and tries to lift his head, but a sudden sneeze overtakes him and he aims it into the fabric of Taehyung’s shirt, snuffling and groaning afterward. “Oh, shit,” he says, breathing shallow and uneven. “Taehyung still smells like that stuff.”

“Oh no,” Hoseok murmurs. “I probably didn’t get it all cleaned off of his skin.”

Jungkook snuffles and groans. He feels another sneeze welling up and inadvertently sneezes into Taehyung’s chest again, not wanting to turn his head in the other direction towards Jimin.

“Huh?” Taehyung stirs, squinting up at Jungkook. A sleepy smile spreads across his face and he brings one arm up, looping it around Jungkook’s neck. “Hi.”

“Oh.” Jungkook sniffs hard. “Hi, babe. Can you let go of me? I need to…need to…”

Jimin snorts out a laugh and gently lifts Taehyung’s arm up so Jungkook can make his escape. Scrubbing hard at his nose, Jungkook scoots down the bed, blinking rapidly. He nearly sneezes, but the feeling backs away at the last minute, leaving him teary eyed and sniffly.

“Come sleep over here,” Yoongi says, making space for Jungkook between himself and Seokjin. “You’ll be sneezing all night if you sleep next to Taehyung.”

“I have a cold. I’ll probably be sneezing all night anyway,” Jungkook mumbles, but he happily moves across the bed and lets himself be maneuvered into his new spot.

“What’s goin’ on?” Taehyung asks, looking confused.

“Nothing, sweetheart,” Hoseok says, reaching over to card his fingers through Taehyung’s hair. “Close your eyes and go back to sleep.”

Taehyung’s eyes flutter shut, and soon his breathing evens out again, snores filling the air once again.

Seokjin yawns loudly, and as soon as they’re all settled, Namjoon turns off the lamp.

“Good night,” he whispers, and smiles when he hears a chorus of good nights and I love yous in return, and one final, soft sneeze from Jimin, muffled into his pillow.

Hoseok is the first one awake the next morning. He slips quietly out of bed and takes a quick shower before making his way to the kitchen to start making coffee. Yoongi joins him next, and then Seokjin and Jimin, and Namjoon goes for a short jog first before he comes in.

Jimin is nearly over his cold, and he celebrates by inhaling deeply through his nose several times as Seokjin cooks a simple breakfast for them all, pleased that he’s able to smell again.

Taehyung wakes up while the five of them are eating. He announces his entrance by coughing a few times and then sneezing so hard he bends fully in half at the waist, hands cupped over his mouth and nose.

“Goodness, bless you!” Hoseok exclaims, one hand over his heart.

“Sorry,” Taehyung croaks. “Morning, everyone.”

He plops down into a chair, and Seokjin sets an array of beverages down in front of him– water, tea, a glass of orange juice– and instructs him to stay hydrated. Taehyung happily obliges, sipping in his various drinks but not eating much, his appetite nearly nonexistent thanks to his cold.

They’re all done eating by the time that they hear the bedroom door open from down the hall, and a minute later Jungkook shuffles into the kitchen. They all bite back smiles at the sight of him wrapped up in his entire comforter, draped over his head like a hood and crossed in the front like a robe.

“Good morning,” Namjoon greets him softly, standing when Jungkook stops right in the middle of the kitchen. He goes over and wraps his arm around Jungkook’s shoulder, taking in the bright pink spots on his cheeks and the way he’s shivering. He’s audibly congested, a slight wheeze rushing out of his mouth with every exhale, and his lips are dry and cracked.

“Oh no, sweetie,” Jimin says, pulling out a chair for him. “You sound stuffier than Tae.”

Jungkook nods and tries to sniffle, but nothing gets past the wall of congestion.

“I have something for you to try out today,” Seokjin says after Namjoon guides him to sit down at the kitchen table. He holds up a small cloth, folded into quarters. “I know it’s kind of old fashioned, but it’s like a handkerchief. It might be a little softer on your nose. You don’t have to use it, but if you want it as an option, it’s here.”

Jungkook gives him a small smile and accepts the handkerchief. “Thanks,” he whispers, unfolding it and bringing a corner of it up to his nose. He dabs at the skin beneath his nostrils. “I’ll use it. Where did you get it?”

“I made it yesterday,” Seokjin replies. “I used one of the extra dishcloths we had. Tae wasn’t a fan, so I have another one if you need it later.”

Jungkook huffs out a stuffy laugh and lets his comforter fall off his head and onto his shoulders, revealing his hoodie underneath. He tucks the cloth into his pocket. “Thank you,” he whispers again.

Seokjin reaches out to rub his back, his hand moving in circles for a few minutes before he goes to help Namjoon with the dishes.

Feeling more tired than when he had first woken up, Jungkook groans and crosses his arms on top of the table so he can rest his head on them, then immediately sits back up because his nose is drippy again. He pulls the handmade handkerchief out of his pocket and presses it to the underside of his nose with a wet sniffle. It admittedly feels much better against his skin than the tissues with how red and raw his nose has become in the past couple of days, but he’s still tired of wiping his nose either way.

He’s also just so tired in general, exhaustion making him feel heavy. Literally, too– his arms feel heavy, like they’re weighed down by an invisible force. After a few more dabs with the handkerchief against his runny nose, he comes up with a solution, and he folds the handkerchief back into a neat square, sets it on top of one of his arms, and then rests his head on top of his arm so that his nose is against the soft cloth.

It’s a pretty good solution, but he still feels too tired, too heavy, too drippy.

“You’re pouting,” Jimin notes, ducking his head to catch Jungkook’s gaze.

Jungkook’s nostrils flare as mucus trickles slowly out of his nose, ticklish and gross feeling. He grunts and scrunches up his face.

“Do you want something to eat for breakfast?”

He almost says no, but Jimin raises an eyebrow so he slowly nods his head.

“How about some fruit?” Yoongi asks. He sits at the table with a pile of tangerines and three bowls in front of him. One by one he peels each tangerine, breaks them into sections, and drops them into the bowls. When he’s done he pushes one bowl each in front of Jungkook, Taehyung and Jimin.

“Thanks, love,” Jimin says, leaning over to kiss Yoongi on the cheek.

Jungkook manages to eat all of the tangerine segments, the handkerchief held to his nose almost the entire time. Taehyung picks at his tangerine and only eats a few bites. He goes to the freezer and gets himself a popsicle instead to soothe his sore throat, bringing one back to the table for Jungkook too.

“It’s cherry,” he says hoarsely, offering the popsicle to Jungkook.

With a small smile, Jungkook takes it, unwrapping it and sucking on the sweet treat. It feels nice on his throat, and the cool sensation is enough to temporarily distract him from how congested he is. Halfway through his popsicle, though, Jungkook is suddenly so cold he can hardly stand it.

“Oh, hon,” Seokjin chuckles. “You’re shivering.” He watches Jungkook stand and shuffle over to the trash can to dispose of the other half of his popsicle. “Let me make you something warm. How about some broth?”

He ushers Jungkook back to the table and then makes him a mug of hot broth, setting it in front of him on the table before he wraps his arms around Jungkook’s shoulders from behind.

“There you go,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the side of Jungkook’s neck. “Much warmer than a popsicle.”

“It was cherry,” Jungkook defends weakly, but he happily wraps his hands around the mug, leaning forward to breathe in the aromatic steam.

While he waits for the broth to cool enough to drink, Jungkook pulls his hood up and wraps his blanket tighter around himself, keeping his handkerchief close by once his nose begins to run anew thanks to the steam. He alternates between sniffling into the cloth and sipping contentedly on the broth, eyes closed and mouth open so he can breathe.

Hoseok sits next to him when he’s done, pulling Jungkook against his side and wrapping his arms around him. “I’m proud of you,” he says. “I think that was the biggest breakfast you’ve managed to eat in a couple of weeks now. How’s your stomach feeling?”

Jungkook cracks one eye open and sees that everyone is now gathered in the kitchen, beaming at him as they pull on their shoes and coats.

“Where’s everyone going?” He asks, trying to redirect the conversion away from the state of his stomach.

Namjoon frowns, but he quickly schools his expression into something more neutral. “We’re heading to the clinic in town, remember?” He pauses, like he’s choosing his words carefully. “You’ll still come with us, right?”

“At least ride to town with us,” Hoseok says softly in his ear, squeezing his shoulder.

Yoongi, who’s handing out masks to everyone, comes to stand in front of him. “We just want you to feel better, sweetheart.” He holds out a face mask to Jungkook, who reaches up hesitant to take it, a frown on his face.

Jungkook is starting to really, really regret eating anything at all. His stomach is suddenly in knots, but he lets Hoseok help him stand, and he lets Jimin help him put his shoes on, and he lets Namjoon guide him to the car, his heart pounding so loudly in his chest that he’s sure they all can hear it.

#fic #i'm always a slut for vaporub sneezes #and that scene at the beginning with tae and yoongi was so funny #yoongi telling taehyung about the correct voice placement for sneezing hhhhhhhhh #and then tae saying that usually his sneezes feel good (<3) and 'how would you know. you literally never sneeze' hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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