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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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Part 8

the sickfic without a title

“I can’t believe you got sunburned,” Jungkook chuckles. He scrunches up his face, scrubbing hard at his nose for a moment, temporarily caught up in the irritation in his sinuses before his expression relaxes again and he grins at Namjoon. “You look like a lobster.”

Namjoon’s mouth drops open. “You’re such a little shit!” He makes a show of closing his book as Jungkook giggles. “Maybe I won’t read to you, then.”

Jungkook cups a hand over his mouth and nose as his laugh morphs into a soft, congested sneeze. Namjoon hands him a tissue, still glaring.

“Don’t worry,” Jungkook grins at him from over his tissue. “You’re a sexy lobster.”

“You’re one to talk, you know,” Namjoon says, opening his book again. “Your nose is redder than my face.”

Jungkook sneezes again, catching it in the tissue, and then sniffles. Reaching up with one hand, he gently brushes his fingertips over Namjoon’s cheek, suddenly frowning. “Does it hurt a lot?”

Namjoon shakes his head and captures Jungkook’s hand in his own, holding it to his cheek. “No, it’s not too bad.” He pauses, grinning sheepishly. “I felt like shit earlier, though.”

He settles back against the headboard next to Jungkook and looks down at his book, and Jungkook chuckles again.

“Yeah, I bet. I’m sorry that happened, Joonie. Next time I’ll remind you to put on sunscreen.”

Namjoon groans. “Jinnie is never going to let me outside without sunscreen ever again, so you don’t have to worry about it.”

“I mean, I’m honestly surprised you even made it out of the house without him reminding you in the first place.”

They both laugh at that before falling into silence for a few moments. Namjoon picks up his book, and as he starts to read he feels Jungkook shifting next to him, lying down and pulling the blanket to his chin. He’s still for a while after that, the sound of his breathing audible due to congestion, but after a few minutes he starts to sniffle.

The sniffs start out infrequently at first, but quickly pick up, until Namjoon pauses and glances over. Jungkook has a fist under his nose, and his eyes are closed, but when Namjoon’s voice stops he cracks one eye open and looks up. “Huh?”

Smiling, Namjoon plucks a tissue out of the box that’s sitting between them and hands it over, and Jungkook blushes as he takes it and dabs at his runny nose.

Namjoon starts reading again, and again, Jungkook sniffles a few moments later, a series of rapid inhales through his nose that sound irritated and congested. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Jungkook lift a hand to his face, and glances over to see that he has a knuckle pressed against his septum like he’s trying to hold back a sneeze.

Smiling to himself, Namjoon looks back at his book and continues to read. As the sniffling increases again, Namjoon reaches over to the box of tissues once more. Without looking away from his book, he pulls one out and hands it to Jungkook, but he pauses when Jungkook doesn’t take it from him.

“Hey,” he says when he looks up and sees that Jungkook is still occupied with his nose, sniffling and scrubbing a finger under his nostrils. “You okay?”

Jungkook freezes, his eyelashes fluttering as he takes in a shaky breath. “Y-yeah,” he answers. “I’m fine. You don’t have to stop reading.”

Namjoon waits a moment, watching Jungkook’s nostrils flare, and then turns to his book, scanning the page to find his spot.

This time, when he starts to read, he hears Jungkook sniff hard and then exhale sharply, and the whole bed shakes as he squirms around, seemingly caught up in a struggle with his nose.

“You know,” Namjoon chuckles, “You can just sneeze.”

As if Namjoon’s words are giving his sneeze permission, Jungkook gasps, and then his head bobs forward. He catches the sneeze in the tissue he’s holding, and then he blinks sheepishly over at Namjoon.

“Ugh. I was trying not to interrupt you.”

“You were sniffling nonstop, baby.”

Jungkook buries his face into his pillow and groans.

Namjoon pulls out his phone. “I have an idea,” he says, and he pulls up an audiobook, pressing play and propping his phone up against the headboard. Then, he scoots over, draping himself against Jungkook’s side, and tucks his face into the crook of Jungkook’s neck.

“This dude’s voice is way better than mine anyway,” he jokes, laughing when Jungkook gasps dramatically and lifts his head up.

“Not true,” Jungkook protests.

“Shh.” Namjoon wraps his arm tighter around Jungkook’s waist. “Listen to the sexy man’s sexy voice.”

He receives an elbow to the ribs and a loud, unrestrained sneeze in reply.

“Exactly,” Namjoon chuckles, reaching for another tissue. He hands it to Jungkook, who sniffles and then sneezes again.

As they listen to the audio book, Jungkook’s breathing starts to even out, only to be interrupted by a sneeze every so often. He’s sleepy, but the tickle in his congested sinuses just won’t seem to quit, and soon there’s a mountain of crumpled tissues next to him.

“You’re awfully sneezy right now,” Namjoon says, lifting his head to look at Jungkook. He reaches over and pauses his phone, but Jungkook frowns and rubs his nose.

“Don’t stop. Listening to this is…” He trails off, breath hitching, but he pinches his nose between two fingers and successfully stops himself from sneezing again. “Listening to this is helping me fall asleep.”

“It’s because of the sexy voice, isn’t it?” Namjoon jokes.

“Mmhmm,” Jungkook murmurs, his eyes fluttering closed. “You should record yourself reading so I can listen to it later.

With a soft chuckle, Namjoon starts the book again and kisses the side of Jungkook’s neck before resting his head on his shoulder. He has his doubts that Jungkook will actually be able to fall asleep, but he’s proven wrong soon enough, when Jungkook’s breathing evens out again and stays slow and steady, his chest rising and falling in time with the soothing, pleasantly deep voice coming from his phone. He smiles against Jungkook’s skin and closes his own eyes, and listens to the sound of Jungkook breathing until long after the story is over.

“How are my two favorite sick boyfriends?”

Taehyung stands in the doorway, two glasses of water in hand. Jimin yawns and rubs at his nose, smiling when Jungkook mirrors him not a second later. “We’re currently your only two sick boyfriends,” he says. “Unless someone else is sick that I don’t know about?” He gives Taehyung a pointed look, which goes completely ignored as Taehyung carries the waters over to the nightstand and sets them down.

Jungkook smiles and thanks him softly before asking, “How are you feeling, by the way, Tae?”

“Me?” Taehyung leaps onto the bed, gracefully landing right in between the two of them. “I’m feeling great.” He slides under the covers and rolls onto his side facing Jungkook, reaching behind him to grab Jimin’s arm and pull it over his waist. Then he drapes his own arm over Jungkook’s waist, sighing contentedly once he’s snuggled between the both of them. “I’m more worried about how you two are feeling.”

Up close, Jungkook can see the red tinge lining the edge of Taehyung’s nostrils and the dark circles under his eyes, and both he and Jimin can hear the way he’s breathing solely through his mouth, his sinuses already congested.

“I love you.” Taehyung presses his lips to Jungkook’s cheek, nuzzling against him for a moment, and then rolls over to face Jimin. “And I love you,” he says to Jimin, kissing him on the cheek next.

“Uh oh,” Jimin whispers. “He’s getting extra clingy. You know what that means.”

Jungkook smiles. “Yep. I sure do.”

“What?” Taehyung props himself up on both elbows and looks back and forth between them. “I don’t know what you two are talking about. I just love you both a lot. Can’t I show affection to my sick boyfriends?”

“He’s still in denial,” Jungkook whispers.

Taehyung slumps back against the pillows and crosses his arms. “I’m not in denial about anything. I’m going to leave if you two are going to be mean to me.”

“In denial and cranky,” Jimin whispers, fighting back a smile. “It came on sooner than I thought it would.”

Jungkook snorts out a laugh, and then coughs when it irritates his throat. He buries his face into the crook of his elbow, coughing as he feels Taehyung’ hand rubbing circles on his back. When he’s finally able to catch his breath, he lifts his head and sniffles wetly.

“You okay?” Taehyung asks, cupping his hand beneath Jungkook’s chin, eyes darkened with concern. Jungkook nods, and looks over at Jimin, frowning when he sees he’s wearing a matching expression. Now, instead of the teasing look he’d had before, he sees something else in Jimin’s eyes.

“I’m sorry I got you both sick,” Jimin says, his lower lip trembling as tears begin to well up.

“It’s okay,” Jungkook says, shaking his head. “It’s not your fault.”

There’s a pause, and then Taehyung huffs out a breath. “Both sick? What do you mean? I’m not sick.”

Jimin and Jungkook exchange a glance. Taehyung’s been sniffly all day, and it’s obvious that he’s coming down with the same cold they both have, but he’s been in denial ever since he had exploded into a loud sneezing fit earlier in the day and startled Jungkook, who had been napping peacefully on the couch.

“You’re so stubborn,” Jimin mutters under his breath, an amused smile playing at his lips.

Just then, Taehyung inhales sharply. He sits up straight, scooting back until he’s leaning against the headboard, breath coming in shallow gasps and eyelashes fluttering.

“Ohshit– “ he breathes out, and Jimin and Jungkook exchange another knowing look.

“H-hold on…” Taehyung continues, one hand coming to hover in front of his face.

“Yes, Tae?” Jimin smirks, leaning in closer. “What’s up?”

“I’m gonna…”

Jungkook lays his head on his pillow and waits, looking up at Taehyung and watching as his lips part and his nostrils flare. Taehyung’s chest expands, and then he bursts forward with a loud, thunderous sneeze that shakes the whole bed frame.

The sneeze seems to echo off the walls, followed by a long beat of silence, and then Jimin and Jungkook are laughing, their crackly, congested giggles filling the air. As they recover, they look up and see Taehyung glaring at them, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Stop laughing. Can’t a man sneeze around here?”

“Stop making me laugh,” Jungkook croaks out, coughing again. He looks around for a tissue, watery-eyed, and then sneezes once, the sound like a whisper in the wake of Taehyung’s loud sneeze.

“Here,” Jimin says, passing Jungkook a tissue. He’s still trying to catch his breath, the air whistling out of his nose and lungs as he pants hard from laughing.

“So, Tae,” he says, taking a tissue for himself so he can blow his nose. “How are you actually feeling?” He tips the tissue box in his direction. “Want one of these?”

Taehyung waves him away. “I feel fine. You two are the sick ones here.”

“I thought you said yesterday that you could already feel the cold virus inside of you.”

Jungkook snorts. “Ew. What?”

“You must have misheard me,” Taehyung replies grumpily.

Rolling his eyes, Jimin flops onto his back, but before he can say anything further there’s a soft knock on the door.

“How’s it going in here?” Hoseok sticks his head into the room and watches Jimin and Jungkook both pressing tissues to their noses on either side of Taehyung. “Oh, you poor things,” he coos. “My three stuffy sweethearts.”

Taehyung frowns. “I think you mean two stuffy sweethearts,” he says, pointing at Jimin and Jungkook on either side of him. “They’re the sick ones.”

Hoseok’s eyes widen. His lips press together in a thin line. “Ah, yes.” He nods seriously. “Speaking of, I’m gonna go grab the humidifier and more tissues.”

After Hoseok leaves the room. Taehyung looks down at Jungkook, still curled up against his side, and is met with wide eyes and a soft smile.

“What?” He asks defensively.

Jungkook’s lips twitch. “Nothing,” he says. He wraps an arm around Taehyung’s waist and nuzzles against the side of his thigh. “Lie back down with us.”

Taehyung looks over at Jimin, who nods in agreement.

“Come on,” he urges, swiping a finger under his red nose. “Let’s cuddle some more.”

“Fine,” Taehyung replies. “But only because you’re both sick. And because I love you so much.”

“Right,” Jungkook says, tugging him down. “We love you too, Tae. Now come here.”

When Hoseok returns with the humidifier and tissues, he finds Taehyung with a pout on his face and Jimin and Jungkook draped over him like koalas, both grinning from ear to ear.

“You three are ridiculous,” Hoseok whispers as he sets up the humidifier and deposits the tissues on the bed next to Jungkook’s head. “Cute, but ridiculous.”

Taehyung, despite the fact that he himself is coming down with a cold, is a very diligent caretaker.

Jimin appreciates the hell out of this fact, especially when he sees how utterly exhausted Jungkook is as he and Taehyung climb into bed with him in the early afternoon. Even though Jimin himself is still in the depths of his cold, Jungkook’s symptoms are intensified due to his already weakened immune system and he’s been battling a persistent low-grade fever on top of everything.

Taehyung, on the other hand, is in the earliest stages of a cold, his trumpeting sneezes the only thing to signal he’s not feeling well unless you know what to look for.

Jimin lets Taehyung claim the middle of the bed, nestled between him and Jungkook. Taehyung stays in bed with them for the whole afternoon, claiming that they need cuddles to feel better, and no one says a word about the fact that he spends most of the time either sneezing or sleeping, his eyelids drooping anytime he’s awake for more than an hour.

When Hoseok comes in, Taehyung shakes himself awake and pulls Hoseok onto the bed with them. They watch a show on Hoseok’s laptop for a while, until Taehyung and Jungkook are trading off yawns and the tissue pile in front of Jimin turns into more of a tissue mountain.

Taehyung takes over thermometer duty when Seokjin comes in with medicine and tea, cleverly avoiding getting his own temperature taken by doing so. Jimin is fever free, for now, and Seokjin just as cleverly feels up Taehyung’s face and neck to test his temperature under the guise of giving him affection. Taehyung happily accepts, even though he has to break away to sneeze and nearly elbows Seokjin in the forehead in an attempt to cover his mouth.

When Namjoon comes in with the offer to read to them, Taehyung requests a graphic novel that Jimin has never heard of before. Apparently, it’s one of Jungkook’s favorites, and Jungkook spends the whole time smiling sleepily up at Namjoon as he reads while Taehyung watches Jungkook’s face with a pleased grin.

Jungkook is sleeping again when Yoongi comes in to check on them later in the evening.

He sits on the edge of the bed next to Jimin and presses a hand to his forehead, smoothing the hair back from Jimin’s face.

“Want to look at pictures of kittens that are up for adoption with me?” He asks Jimin and Taehyung, holding up his phone.

“You two go ahead,” Taehyung says, yawning widely. “I’m gonna snuggle with Jungkookie and make sure he’s warm enough.”

Jimin and Yoongi both glance over at Jungkook, who is still sound asleep, snoring softly. They watch Taehyung roll over and spoon Jungkook, not missing the way he shivers before pulling the blanket up to his chin and wiggling around until he’s comfortable. Yoongi props his phone on his leg and begins to swipe through pictures, and Jimin is equally interested in the adorable kittens and the way that Yoongi’s face lights up as he tells Jimin their names.

It’s not long before they hear another sound mixing with Jungkook’s snores– it’s Taehyung, who’s fallen asleep within minutes of rolling over, his nose brushing the back of Jungkook’s neck.

Yoongi smiles, then reaches over Jimin and places his palm on Taehyung’s forehead. He tucks a strand of hair behind Taehyung’s ear, and then adjusts the blankets so he’s tucked in well before sitting back up.

“So, has he admitted to being sick yet?” Yoongi asks.

Jimin laughs softly and shakes his head. “Not fully. He’s getting there.” He pauses, rubbing absently at his nose. “You four are all still feeling okay, right?”

“Yep.” Yoongi nods, wrapping his arm around Jimin’s shoulder. “So far, so good. Now, we just have to get you three feeling better.”

Jimin nods. “Jungkook, especially. I know he’s feeling really sad about being sick for so long. I hate seeing him so worn out and miserable.”

“Me too,” Yoongi whispers, swallowing hard against the emotion that rises in his throat.

Before Yoongi leaves, he tucks Jimin in next to Taehyung, and then gets all three of them fresh glasses of water and a new box of tissues from their slowly depleting supply, and he gives Jimin one last kiss to his forehead before leaving the room so they can rest.

Seokjin makes two dinners as the sun begins to set in the sky, humming to himself as he bustles around the kitchen.

For Jimin, Taheyung and Jungkook, he makes a light kalguksu, spooning it into three bowls that Hoseok carries into their room on a tray so they can eat in bed.

For himself and Namjoon, Yoongi and Hoseok, he makes fried chicken and assorted banchan. They gather around the coffee table to eat, sitting in relative silence for most of the meal.

“I should do a load of laundry,” Seokjin murmurs after a while. “Or did I already do laundry today?”

Namjoon nods and reaches over to rub Seokjin’s back. “You already did two loads earlier today, babe.”

“I’m too tired to remember,” Seokjin chuckles.

Hoseok yawns, as if the mention of being tired reminds his body of his own exhaustion. “If there’s laundry to do tomorrow, I can do it. I’ll try to disinfect everything too.”

“Good plan. Those three aren’t the best at keeping their germs to themselves,” Yoongi smiles.

“Also,” Hoseok says, “I think we need to do another grocery run. If not for any food groceries, at least to get some more tissues.”

“I can go into town tomorrow,” Namjoon offers.

They fall into a comfortable silence again, finishing their food and enjoying the quiet evening.

“Want to watch a movie?” Seokjin suggests after they do the bare minimum to clean up, stifling a yawn behind his hand.

As they settle on the couch and turn on the TV, Hoseok stretches out and rests his head in Yoongi’s lap. “What should we do tomorrow?”

“Let’s go fishing,” Seokjin suggests.

“You’re so predictable,” Namjoon says with a laugh. “It’s cute.”

“We could do something else on the water. Rent those kayaks across the lake,” Seokjin replies.

“There’s that long hike that Joonie wants to go on,” Hoseok says. “We could do that tomorrow.”

Yoongi cards his hands through Hoseok’s hair. “Who’s going to stay behind and take care of the babies?”

There’s a short pause, and then–

“I’ll stay,” all four of them volunteer at the same time.

They all burst into laughter, Seokjin and Namjoon falling against each other, and Hoseok nearly falls off the couch until Yoongi wraps his arms protectively around his waist.

“Let’s have another lazy day then,” Seokjin suggests as they recover. “Just relax and do nothing.”

“Nothing but take care of our loves,” Hoseok smiles wryly. “And try not to get sick ourselves.”

Decision made, they settle into a comfortable silence. All four of them fall asleep less than halfway into the movie, curled around each other in a tangle of limbs and blankets, sleeping faces illuminated by the faint glow of the TV.

When morning comes around, Taehyung can no longer deny being sick.

“My throat hurts,” he whispers congestedly into Jimin’s chest. “I can’t believe you got me sick.”

“I’m sorry,” Jimin frowns. “I’m so sorry, love.”

Taehyung lifts his head up and presses his knuckles under his nose to keep a sneeze at bay. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m feeling a lot better, actually,” Jimin admits, sniffing a few times as if to test the airflow through his sinuses. “I actually slept really well. I somehow slept through Jungkookie snoring all night.”

They both glance over at Jungkook, who’s flat on his back, sprawled out like a starfish.

Resting his head against his hand, Taehyung sighs. “I want to wrap that poor man in bubble wrap so he never has to encounter another germ again. How many days has he been sick now?”

“Too many.” Jimin frowns. “I’ve seriously never seen him this sick, let alone get sick twice in a row. Poor thing.”

Taehyung nods, then yawns. “Can we go back to sleep?” He asks hoarsely, and Jimin smiles.

“I don’t think I can stay in bed a second longer,” Jimin replies apologetically. He reaches out and cards his fingers through Taehyung’s hair. “I feel so gross and I want to move around. But you should definitely get more sleep. When you wake up again I’ll draw you a nice bath, okay?”

“Sounds nice,” Taehyung responds, already scooting closer to snuggle with Jungkook instead. But the movement of him shifting over and from Jimin getting out of bed causes Jungkook to stir, and he groans softly, eyelashes fluttering as he tries to open his eyes.

“Sorry,” Taehyung whispers, rubbing Jungkook’s chest. “Didn’t mean to wake you up, Koo.”

Jungkook groans again, rolling away so he can press half of his face into his pillow, bringing his forearm up to cover the rest of his face.

“You okay?” Jimin asks, walking around to Jungkook’s side of the bed with a frown on his face. “Do you need anything, baby?”

There’s no answer, and for a moment the only sound is that of Taehyung’s congestedly loud breathing; but then, Jungkook uncovers his face and reaches clumsily for the box of tissues on his nightstand. Before he can even get a tissue out, though, he’s sneezing several times in a row, and Jimin helps him out by pressing a few tissues into the palm of his outstretched hand.

After another moment or so it’s apparent that Jungkook is in the middle of a relentless sneezing fit; every minute or two, he cups a new bunch of tissues over his mouth and nose and dips forward, shuddering through a handful of congested sneezes.

Taehyung wraps himself around Jungkook’s back, reaching around to rub his hand soothingly over Jungkook’s stomach as he sneezes, and Jimin sits on the edge of the bed and hands him tissue after tissue.

When Jungkook’s sneezing finally seems to subside, Jimin helps him sit up and blow his nose. “Damn, Jungkookie,” he says, a mixture of awe and concern lacing his voice. “That was intense. Are you okay?”

Jungkook’s eyes and nose are red and his cheeks are wet with tears. “I think so?” He replies, sounding so stuffy that Jimin frowns deeply.

He reaches out and dries Jungkook’s face with his sleeve. “I changed my mind,” he says after a moment. “I’m getting back to bed and we’re all three going to try to get more sleep.” He leans down and presses a kiss to the tip of Jungkook’s nose. “Do you think you’ll be able to fall back asleep? Or do you have more sneezes in there?”

Jungkook huffs out a hoarse laugh and sniffles. “Fuck, I hope not.”

“Hope that’s not something I have to look forward to with this cold,” Taehyung jokes, squeezing Jungkook’s waist gently. “I’d pass out if I sneezed that many times in a row.”

“All of us would suffer if you sneezed that many times in a row, love,” Jimin smirks. “I think you would cause an earthquake or something.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Taehyung rolls his eyes. “At least I know my sneezes are doing their job. They’re powerful and efficient and–”

Jungkook interrupts him with a sudden sneeze, and Jimin and Taehyung freeze, waiting to see if more will follow.

“I’m okay,” he croaks, sensing their concern as he sniffles into a tissue. “I think that was the last one. For now, at least.”

Jimin grabs his phone to send a text to the group chat, letting everyone know that he, Taehyung and Jungkook are going to get more rest, and then he nudges Jungkook over so that he’s in the middle of the bed before climbing in next to him. He and Taehyung snuggle in on either side of Jungkook, curling protectively around their partner who’s already drifting back to sleep, so exhausted by all of the sneezing.

Jimin reaches over until he feels Taehyung’s hand resting on Jungkook’s chest, and he threads his fingers through Taehyung’s and gives them a squeeze, smiling when Taehyung squeezes back.

Namjoon steps into the tub and lets out a low, appreciative moan as his legs are submerged in the hot, soothing water. Seokjin climbs in after him, and they sit and soak for a while, lounging against each other in comfortable silence.

After a while, Namjoon grabs the soap and begins to scrub himself clean, finishing quickly so he can wash Seokjin next. He takes his time moving the washcloth over Seokjin’s body, cleaning every inch of his skin, sliding his hands over the trail of soap suds the washcloth leaves behind before gently rinsing him off.

Seokjin leans close, his hand coming to rest on Namjoon’s thigh. As their chests press together, Namjoon shifts forward, meeting Seokjin the rest of the way, and slots his lips against Seokjin’s for a tender kiss. He feels Seokjin’s hand slide down his back, over the skin of his ass, and he can’t help the soft moan that escapes his lips, his back arching at the touch.

Seokjin smiles against his lips, pausing for a moment before he leans in for one more kiss, his tongue swiping against Namjoon’s bottom lip with practiced ease. His hand comes up, but just before he touches Namjoon’s face he remembers his sunburn and cups the back of his neck instead, holding him close for a moment, their lips an inch apart.

“We should probably get out before we get all pruny,” Seokjin says, eyeing the flush on Namjoon’s cheeks that has nothing to do with his sunburn. “It’s getting late.”

Namjoon nods and stands up, reaching down to help his partner up as well. They step out of the tub and wrap towels around themselves, and Namjoon shivers as he dries off, the heat from his sunburn still making him feel extra sensitive to the temperature change.

After they’re dried off, Seokjin grabs the aloe vera gel from the counter and squeezes a generous amount onto his fingers.

“This might sting a little,” he warns apologetically. He spreads the gel over Namjoon’s face, carefully massaging it into the tender skin. Namjoon lets out a contented sigh and shivers again.

When he’s done, Seokjin washes his hands, and then pulls out the hair dryer from under the sink and holds it up with a smile. “It would only take, like, a few minutes to towel dry your hair,” he chuckles. “It’s so short right now.” But he turns on the hair dryer anyway and aims it at Namjoon’s damp hair, fulfilling his end of the bargain.

As Namjoon sits under the hot air, he closes his eyes and leans against Seokjin’s chest, his head lolling to one side.

“Don’t fall asleep on me,” Seokjin whispers, turning off the dryer and running his fingers through Namjoon’s short hair. He leans down and kisses the top of his head, then pulls Namjoon up and leads him to the master bedroom.

As they get dressed, Namjoon sits down on the edge of the bed. He pulls his shirt over his head, and then feels Seokjin sit down next to him, feels the way Seokjin leans against him like there’s a magnet pulling them together.

Namjoon turns his head, leaning over to capture Seokjin’s lips with his own. “Thank you for drying my hair for me,” he whispers, pulling away just far enough to get the words out.

With a soft exhale of breath and a hand cupped desperately around the back of his neck, Seokjin pulls Namjoon closer, and Namjoon gives in to the pull, smiling as he lowers Seokjin down onto the bed, and Seokjin’s lips turn up to mirror his own.

“Anytime, my love.”

#fic #how is jungkook still so sick and still sneezing so much ;(#i mean... not that i'm complaining lol #but poor baby aahhh #and taehyung being in denial about coming down with the cold is everything to me #also 'at least my sneezes do their job' is so funny asdfjgl

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