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girl8890 · 2 years

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Project Partners | CH 6

Pairing: Loner!Jungkook x Popular!Reader

Summary: Jungkook has always been a loner. Only having one friend that barely even lets him get a word out. College should be flying by with the type of life he’s living. But every time he sees one girl, in particular, it seems like time slows down. Now that a group project has been assigned, and no one is allowed to pick their partners. What will Jungkook do now that he has to work closely with the girl he’s madly in love with for the next three months?

Warnings: anxiety ongoing tag at this point, class project (ew), rude teases, masturbation (m), dirty imaginations, suggestive pictures, sexting, suggestive texts, thoughts about past sexual experiences

BTS ML | Index | CH 7

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Instead of answering your question and being honest about his sexual experience like a mature adult, Jungkook runs. He leaves all the project supplies, only taking his phone, and leaving you to stare after him as he runs out your door.

Jungkook can already feel the tears fall from his eyes as he leaves the dorm’s front doors. Feeling beyond embarrassed, shocked, and even guilty now that he’s realized he just ran out on you after you blew his mind with your hands and mouth. He groans into his hands, ignoring the other students that pass him while walking into the dorm.

He can’t believe what just happened. He can’t believe what you just did to him, and what he just did in response to your very simple question.

Are you a virgin?

Never mind. It’s not that simple. The answer is, at least. Since it’s true, that he is still a virgin, but to admit that to the person he’s been wanting to give that card to since he first learned what sex was, he felt an overwhelming amount of shame. What if you don’t like him anymore because of it? Or worse! What if you never want to see him again because you’re too embarrassed to be near a perverted virgin like him? A guy that let you touch and swallow his dick who doesn’t even have the experience to recuperate!

So many of these overwhelming, and anxiety filled thoughts bang into Jungkook’s brain as he walks to his dorm in shame. He swears everyone knows that he’s a virgin now, and that he ran out on the first girl that rocked his world sideways. He tries to keep his head down, and shoves his hands into his jacket pockets. Trying his best not to imagine everyones stares that are actually just looking at him because he has no shoes on, and not because they can someone read his mind.

He feels his phone vibrate against his hand inside his pocket, but he doesn’t have the strength to look at the oncoming text until he gets back to his dorm.

Ryan is there to greet him. The guy is currently typing away at his computer, probably finishing up an overdue essay, when Jungkook walks in. He looks up from his laptop when he sees his red faced friend, and has a knowing smirk on his face.

Does every know too! Is there smell to it? Why hasn't Jungkook smelt it before?

“You lost your v-card, didn’t you?”

The panic in Jungkook’s expression lessens when he realizes his roommate doesn’t somehow magically know, and that he’s just, in fact, an idiot.

“No, dude. Tonight was a bust,” Jungkook explains as he get into bed and buries his face into the pillow like a child. Ryan just rolls his eyes, not wanting to hear about all the ways Jungkook could have fucked up with you until after he’s done with his paper, but before eh resumes his paper he lets Jungkook know he has no shoes on.

Jungkook looks at his feet and huffs our his frustration. When he ran out of his room, he forgot to put his shoes back on, so now he realizes that’s most likely why everyone on the university campus was glancing his way.

Jungkook feels his phone vibrate in his pocket again, and with an annoyed groan he takes his head out of the pillow then takes his phone out of his pocket to see who was texting him. His eyes light up when he sees your name light up in black bold letters on his lock screen. Showing that you were the one that texted him earlier, and just now.

He sits up in his bed, not taking his eyes off the screen as he thinks of all the possible texts you could have just sent him. Jungkook being Jungkook, thinks you’re texting him death threats at first, but then he realizers that you’re you, and you would never do that.

With a shaking thumb swipe to the right, he opens up your messages. Two simple texts that make Jungkook’s mind swim with so many newfound questions.

{6:03pm} Y/N - I’m guessing that means yes.

{6:24pm} Y/N - Did you not like my treat? 🥺

Before Jungkook could stop himself, his first question that drilled into his mind after reading your texts was typed out and sending through the cloud.

{6:25pm} JK - How could I not?

Once he sees what he texted, he smacks himself in the forehead. Hard. What a asshole thing to say! Well, then again, what else could Jungkook say in response? Thank you? Is that a not weird thing to say when a girl asks you if you liked her going down on you?

Before Jungkook could type out a bunch of apologies, a responding text of your own comes in.

{6:25pm} Y/N - good 😘

Not only does that winky, kissy face make Jungkook blush like the shy bean he is, but the fact you’re not saying anything else right now dawns on him. You aren’t belittling him for being virgin, or making him think you’re going to run away from him because of it. The thought of you running away brings back Jungkook’s guilt from earlier. Because he did leave you. Left you on the dorm room floors like an asshole that just let a girl go down on him then left. Because that’s legit what he did to you!

He wasn’t trying to be rude, but the second you asked your question he needed to leave that space as soon as possible before an anxiety attack could happen. His flight or fight response kicking in, and using flight before even considering just saying yes! Fuck, he’s so stupid.

{6:26pm} JK - I’m sorry for leaving.

He doesn’t regret apologizing, but he does feel embarrassed for having to explain himself next.

{6:26pm} JK - Your question just took me off guard, and I was afraid you would laugh at me.

{6:27pm} Y/N - For what? Being a virgin? I didn’t think you thought so lowly about me kookie 😥

He’s about to send an another big apology, and say he would never think that way again if you were to stay being friends with him. But before he could regret doing that, he gets another text from you.

{6:27pm} Y/N - I’m kidding! I can sense your anxiety from here kook LOL

Jungkook breathes out a sigh of relief. Thanking all the gods above for letting him fall in love with someone as easy going as you. As the texting conversation continues, mostly just about the project and snide bites of getting to know one another, Jungkook realizes how lucky he really is.

No more then a month ago, he was the nobody that was ignored by everyone around him. His life felt like is was going by too fast, but it was only when you appeared in front of him that it allowed him to enjoy even the small moments the world let him have. Now even moments with you are running by fast.

He’s getting to know you as a person, and not just what he’s heard through other’s or witnessed from the sidelines. Each interaction with you always brings up something new. Like how you have insecurities--that was the biggest shocker so far--or how you hate the color orange... or, or how your favorite holiday is Halloween! All of these things and more he’s found out from either working on the project with you, or even through text like this.

Something Jungkook is even finding is going a lot smoother for him now. He’s not regretting any texts, or taking too long to text back from overthinking as the conversation stretches. But one thing, that he thinks no matter how long he’s been talking to you for, that he will become a complete mess about no matter what is when you flirt with him.

A few texts ago you two were talking about something as simple as how you both hate grapefruits (out of all things!), and one text that was accidentally to suggestive from him turned into this...

{7:00pm} Y/N - I think that mole you have is so cute! I just want to lick it 👅

Jungkook nibbles on his bottom, and then glances at his roommate to find him still concentrating on his paper. Jungkook then adjusts his position so that the screen is only pointed at him and the wall, then replies back.

{7:01pm) JK - I don’t think it’s that cute.

{7:03pm} Y/N - Everything about you is cute! Did you look at yourself in the mirror today?

Yes. Many times before leaving to go see you earlier, but Jungkook doesn’t mention that. Instead he bites his bottom lip so hard he swears it starts to bleed before he finds the confidence to text you back with...

{7:04pm) JK - I think your way cuter.......... 🙈

He watches the text bubble start up, then disappear. Start up, then disappear. He’s so close to having a panic attack about it, but luckily you save him from any misfortunes.

{7:06pm} Y/N - OMG KOOKIE! even through text you have a way with words!

{7:06pm} Y/N - Such a flirt 😍😍😍

{7:06pm} Y/N - I can do you one better, though... you and me... together like we were today again...

You then send a bunch of suggestive emojis including the eggplant emoji, meanwhile Jungkook is trying his hardest not to imagine how your were earlier. When you were looking up at him through your eyelashes, biting your lip as you stroked him with experienced hands. Hands that are way smaller than his, but some how felt so much better.

Right when he’s able to to get the image of your touching his dick out of his mind, the image of your mouth being on him surfaces. He’s been able to keep the image out of his head for only an hour, but he knew it would resurface sooner rather than later.

The way your mouth surrounded him so easily. The feel of your wet, and warm mouth, as well as how you slurped him right up. The erotic noises of when your mouth glided down his length, and you taking every last inch of him. For an experience that lasted less than thirty seconds, it was the best thirty seconds of his life!

He hisses when he presses down on his rock hard cock in his tight jeans. An erection sprouting from his dirty imagination of what happened earlier today. Glancing up at his roommate again, the guy doesn’t even look away from the computer when he hears Jungkook hiss. Jungkook’s gears start to turn, and he thinks now is as good as time as any to not be in the room with Ryan. It doesn’t take Jungkook a lot to want to jerk off, especially when it comes to you. These are also not just hypothetical thoughts surfacing in his brain, either. These images happened.

With the last water spray emoji by you, and a groan of annoyance by Ryan when he finds a spelling error in his paper, Jungkook stands up from his bed and makes a beeline for the bathroom. He’s lucky enough to be one of the few on campus who have their own bathroom connected to their room, and Jungkook shuts and locks the door behind him as he enters the small cubical.

Sitting on the lidded toilet, Jungkook open ups his messages with you again.

{7:11pm} JK - 😶‍🌫️

{7:12pm} Y/N - Just an emoji, huh?

{7:12pm} Y/N - Did I affect you that much big boy?

Jungkook rolls his head back and sniffles a groan, thinking about you saying those exact words to him in person.

{7:12pm} JK - You’re killing me, y/n

{7:13pm} Y/N - Am I now? My big boy can’t handle a little flirting?

Jungkook takes a few minutes, thinking about what to respond back with, but just when he goes to type something out you send him something that makes Jungkook almost literally die.

{7:17pm} Y/N - Let see if you can handle this then 🙈

{7:17pm} Y/N - IMG_428

“Fuck...”

Jungkook drops his phone once the picture downloads. Having him scramble to pick it up so he can ogle at it again.

He’s seen you in bikinis before, but what you’re wearing in this picture is nothing close to a bikini. The lace bra and pantie set are the smallest undergarments he’s ever seen on a person. It only just covers up your nipples and pussy, but the white material gives little to the imagination of what those body parts look like.

Jungkook strokes his now leaking cock though his jeans, eyes burning from not being able to take his eyes off the photo. He realizes after a few more seconds that he hasn’t texted you back yet, so he quickly responds with...

{7:20pm} JK - wow

{7:20pm} JK - your beautiful

{7:22pm} Y/N - such a sweetheart you are!

{7:22pm} Y/N - can I see you 🥺

His in awe feeling suddenly plummets when you ask him this question through text, and he swallows the lump in his throat when he glances at the mirror. He’s let very few people see him without a shirt or pants on, and those few are usually people of the same sex and while changing before and after gym in high school.

You did already see him without his pants on... but also, what if you don’t like what he has? Jungkook thinks he could just die--like an actual heart attack-- if you don’t like what he looks like underneath his shirt. Granted, he does work out from time-to-time, but what if what the little he has compared to the joke you were with doesn’t interest you?

Jungkook shakes his head after that last thought. Not wanting to think about the fucker that broke your heart. He can’t deny you picture. Not after you just sent him one he’s debating saving into his phone forever. To keep for later days that he’ll be in this same predicament he is in now--hard and dripping with precum.

With one last look at the photo you sent him, he grabs onto the confidence that’s been resurfacing a lot these days and walks up the bathroom mirror. He takes off his shirt, angles the camera so his face isn’t in it, and then snaps the picture.

He cringes when he sees it, but after another few minutes of debating weather or not to send it, adding a black and white filter because you did the same in your photo... he presses send.

*this photo is not the real Jeon Jungkook*

One minute passes. Then the next. And because you love giving him heart attacks another whole minute (three overall) pass before you text him back.

{7:38pm} Y/N - THAT...

{7:38pm} Y/N - that right there I would love to munch on 😍

{7:38pm} Y/N - you got me so wet, baby

He drops his phone again, and this time his pants go down with it. The mixture of your photo still being viable on his screen, and your dirty talking about being wet for him was the last straw. His last restraint breaking before he just couldn’t take it anymore.

His hands wraps around his freed cock, and he hisses when his own hands touches it. Jungkook really tried to push back, to not be the stereotypical guy, but he’s lost this battle because of you. A few words and your photo being all he can see and read as he jerks himself off with earnest.

Within minutes he’s cumming into the sink, images of you being the one touching him flooding his mind as he does. He wonders if he would be able to last if you two ever went all the way, and that thought has a few more spurts of cum coming out of him.

He bites hard on his fist not wrapped around his cock, and groans against it to cover up any sounds for his roommate’s sake. He could give a shit less right now if Ryan knew he just jerked off to you right now. The pictures and dirty texts on his screen right now are enough proof that anyone would have lost a battle of restraint against you.

Not that he would ever show anyone these texts or images. No, these pieces of content you gifted him will be for his eyes only. Jungkook has never shared his password with anyone, and no one besides Ryan has ever tried--and failed-- getting into his phone, anyway.

After Jungkook has regained breathing normally, and wiped himself and the counter clean of any proof of what he just did in this small bathroom, he opens your messages again. His fingers running on autopilot, and he won’t know how this next text he sends you will change his life forever until the next day...

{7:58pm} JK - Can I see you tomorrow?

CH 7

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rykno-j · 9 months

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What it means to be the Strongest (j/jk)

Again writen with s/atos/ugu in mind, but unestablished, though definitely in love.

Summary: So my previous fic, if i remember correctly, had a line like:

["S/atoru, you've been too strong for too long. Let me take over, even if just for a little while."]

and then i realised i have something like that in my drafts, so why not i just develop the thought a little?

Notes: the timeline for this would be set before my previous fic [here] but reading it it isn't required to understand this one.

possibly written in the context of pre-RCT g/ojo? because i didn't want him to have the ability to replenish himself in any way. cue "Domain Amplification": Exhaustion.

there's also a point in the fic i used single inverted commas, like this: '[text]'. js to clarify, those are not actual dialogue but just g/eto's thoughts. uh.. it will make more sense when you reach that part..

And finally, to cope with the month of wait before Shibuya, I present to you..

3.4k words

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"Satoru, you've been specially requested."

"..Specially requested."

"..Specially resquested."

Geto watches as Gojo visibly deflates, before he shakes his head, expression changing as he stands up with that same bravo as ever.

"Right!! I'll prepare to leave immediately!"

The quiver in his legs don't go unnoticed by Geto.

This has been been happening for the past month. Don't they have other sorcerers that they can send?

The answer to that was obvious.

Of course there was. But who in the right mind would call on someone who was below 'the best option'?

Mission after mission, Geto finds himself missing the company of his friend. Normally, they would go on them together, but the recent spike in cases had left him with barely any space to breathe either, though he was relatively sure they were easier on him compared to Gojo.

He swears the other hadn't slept in weeks. Geto would return to their dorms, and the bed would still made the way he left it in the morning.

The few times he had tried to look under Gojo's sunglasses for eyebags, his hand had been swatted away, either physically or stopped with Infinity.

"Suguruu- I'm fine, don't worry about me."

"..Then look me in the eyes and say that again."

Gojo would laugh in response, waving his wrist dismissively in Geto's direction. "Of course I'm fine, we're the strongest, remember? It won't be fair I claimed to be tired now would it? Not that I am, of course."

Yes it would be, it would be fair. You need breaks too, Geto wanted to say, was going to say, if not for another interruption, this time from Gojo's phone.

It lit up in his lap, before the screen was raised to eye level. Geto watched as Gojo's eyebrows furrowed, shoulders slumping almost unnoticeably in disappointment.

He has seen this play out a thousand times before. As much as Geto wanted to reach out to drag Gojo back down next to him, his hand was frozen to his side.

"Another special request.. ahhh- I guess I better go get ready."

Geto watched silently as Gojo sauntered away, as if he was about to leave for a party, not a possibly life-threatening mission. Seriously.. he was forever taking things too lightly.

Geto wanted to do something, anything. Maybe file a request to give Satoru some space to breathe? Possibly even an argument that allowed him to join in the missions as backup?

Anything.

But there was always the possibility that Gojo would turn down rest, no matter how desperately he needed it. He was wearing himself dangerously thin, like a thread about to snap. All he needed was a little tug to break.

Break.

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Days later:

"Satoru- want to go get a drink? I just saw the workers leaving, I think they got the machines refilled."

When met with no reply, Geto turned back, only to see Gojo spacing out a distance away.

"Sa-to-ru. Satoru- are you there?"

He walks up to the other, waving an open palm in front of the bowed head.

Behind the sunglasses, Geto sees Gojo's eyelashes flutter open before a finger came up to push them back into position, covering his eyes from view.

"Ah- yeah I'm here. Sorry, what were you saying?"

There he went again, dozing off at every chance he got. Geto noticed that had started happening two days ago. In class, during training, while queuing for food, while standing. And now, even while walking.

"..hH'!! ..hAH'sHHiew!! hh'..heH'tchH!!"

And there was that too. Something was definitely wrong.

"Satoru- when's the last time you slept?"

"I was just sleeping, hahaha-! Didn't you see?"

"That's not-"

"Suguru, if you're going to chew me out for not resting again, I assure you, I'm perfhH'.. perfectly.. fhH'.. fine-"

Geto shot him a look that screamed "Really??", and Gojo would have seen it, if not for the fact he snapped to the side violently, bending over as his breath hitched desperately.

"..hh'-hIH-tcHH'iew!! ..hAH'zZchHiw!!"

"Sa-"

"Dhh'..Don't worry abou'uhH'- hhH'!! hiH'zZchh!! ..hAH'DzZsh'w!! ..a-about me."

With the way he was swaying at the moment, Geto was sure a light breeze could knock him over.

What more, with the way he was standing, slouched over, a passerby would never be able to tell that Gojo was the taller of the two.

Hence, while Geto wouldn't consider himself to be one who actively sought after physical contact with Gojo (that's a lie though), he couldn't help but inch closer to the other, putting a comforting arm around Gojo's waist.

Geto then stared at the top of Gojo's head. Did his hair always look this messy? Surely not. Satoru wasn't one who paid too much attention to appearances, but this was taking it to an extreme.

"You look like you're going to collapse. Seriously. Tell me what's wrong."

"..Maybe- maybe.." Gojo mumbled as a response to Geto's earlier statement. "..Maybe I'm not feeling as well I thought.. haha-"

Geto sighs. "Took you damn near long enough. Come on, let's head back to our dorm. The drinks can wait."

Gojo whined something incomprehensible before he reached out a shaky hand to grab the arm supporting him from behind. He tilted his head up at an angle to shoot Geto a playful yet tired smirk. "Wait.. ahhh- Suguru.. s-sorry- I think.. I think I'm gonna to pass out right now."

Of course. Of course he could still find the energy to fool around in such circumstances. It was one of Gojo's character traits that Geto never understood.

He had half a mind to ask the other to snap out of it. But upon further inspection, Geto watched as Gojo's pupil glazed over with a hazy, faraway look, before it shrunk, eyelids sliding shut as Gojo went slack in his arms.

Seriously. Jokes like these should really be saved for less dire situations.

"..Satoru.. come on, let's go back."

No response.

"..Oi- Satoru.. you can't be serious. Quit fucking with me.."

No response. It's fine. Gojo liked messing with him after all.

"..S-Satoru.. oi Satoru!"

"..Fuck."

"..Fuck Fuck FUCK-! You can't be serious-"

He wasn't joking.

Forgetting that he could always manipulate his curses to handle Gojo's weight, Geto slipped his free hand under Gojo's knees, hauling him into his arms, bridal style.

"..Asshole! You're such an asshole."

'Your asshole though, right?' Geto could hear Gojo's teasing voice in his head as he made his way quickly through the hallway, his pace bordering a sprint.

That's right. My asshole.

Geto placed Gojo gently on the freshly made bed. It was probably the first time in weeks he had laid there. A soft groan escaped Gojo's lips as his head made contact with the soft pillow.

Good. He wasn't dead yet.

However, a quick touch to his cheek made Geto question his previous thought. With a fever like that, how was he not dead?

Quickly grabbing a small towel, Geto soaked it with water from his bottle, wringing it onto the floor before he brought it to the other's forehead. The mess of water puddles could wait. He had more important things to tend to.

Geto carefully folded and set Gojo's sunglasses aside, gently brushing away the strands of hair covering his face. The wet cloth was then put on his forehead.

It's not much, but it should help.

Knowing Gojo, he probably didn't take any medicine since this started. Speaking of which, Geto made a mental note to ask when it did. Gojo had been busy with a mission for the past few days, so it probably meant he was working through whatever this was.

Probably a cold.

The sneezing earlier should have been an obvious indication, but the fever he was currently running sealed the deal.

Geto knew exhaustion would eventually catch up to him. To be completely honest, he had thought Gojo would give in earlier. He must have been holding out way pass his limits.

It was alright to be weak at times, even for the 'Strongest', a concept that Gojo never seemed to understand. Either that or he did, but chose to ignore it in place of his ego and the fact that he didn't want anyone else to get hurt in his place if the curses turned out to the stronger than reported.

Geto suspected the reason leaned more towards the latter. Gojo had always cared about others in his own way, whether he considered them weak or not. Although.. with the way he openly made fun of people around him, it would cause others to beg otherwise.

Geto knew him better than that.

A soft whine drew him back into the present. Geto turned to focus his attention on Gojo. Even in the dimly lit room, his brilliant blue eyes were hard to miss, hard to look away from, no matter how dulled they were from the haze of the fever.

"Suguru.. Suguru-"

"Shh. Rest. I'm here."

"..You carried me here?"

"Mm."

Gojo let out a laugh that looked like it took all his effort. "You're stronger than you look then."

"You're just lighter than you look."

The small exchange put Geto slightly more at ease. If Satoru could still make any conversation into a joke, he was fine. Well, it at least meant his brain wasn't fried yet.

A sharp, feathery inhale dragged Geto's attention back to the bed.

"..hih'tchh!! hh'..hah'tchiw!!"

"Bless you." God. Even his sneezes sounded tired, a complete difference from his normal, over exaggerated ones.

"snff'- ..thanks."

Gojo looked seconds away from passing out again, his fist closing around the soft blanket. Sighing, Geto stood up.

"Alright, that's enough of being awake for you. Go back to sleep, okay? Let yourself rest for once."

"Hah.. so reluctant to talk to me?"

Quite the opposite, actually, Geto wanted to say. Instead, he reached over to straighten the cloth. It had fallen over to cover one of Gojo's eyes, making him look a lot more endearing than Geto would ever care to admit.

"Of course not. I just have something I have to get done, so I'll be leaving for a bit."

Geto turned away right as Gojo's frame sunk into the mattress in disappointment. If he had seen it, there was no way Geto would have left his side for another good year.

"Mm, okay."

Geto was careful not to open the door too wide. It was early in the evening, and he wanted to let in as little light as possible. Satoru had always been sensitive after all.

Behind the closed door, Gojo turned to the side, snatching Geto's pillow into his chest, pulling it into a tight embrace. He was sure the other wouldn't mind.

Getting pissed won't help anybody, Geto knew that, he really did. But with Gojo practically forced into bed-rest for at least half a week, he needed to raise some of his concerns to his teachers, at least.

He pulls the classroom door open.

"Sensei-"

"Ah, Suguru. Right on time. I've got a new mission file for you."

"Right. That's exactly what I've come to talk to you ab-"

"Satoru has been specially requested."

"..See that's-"

"But I've written in to specially request you to follow him."

"-exactly what I've been.. huh? What?"

The teacher gave him a knowing smile before sliding a file over the table. Of course. Always doing things in a roundabout way. He's seen that before.

"..Thank you."

He takes the file, quickly leaving the classroom afterwards, his legs taking him subconsciously back to where the dorms where as his hands occupied themselves with flipping through the documents.

Halfway through the mission file, Geto feels something slip out from between the pages. He leans forward to pick it up, a knowing smile flashing across his face.

A small packet of fever medicine.

Seems his teacher had the same idea, that Gojo would never go out of his way to get supplies, if at all, when he fell sick. Well, that saved him half the trouble.

And here came the other half.

When Geto returned to their dorm, he noticed the aura of Gojo's technique surrounding himself. It shocked him at first, but Geto figures that in his vulnerable state, Gojo's mind subconsciously casts infinity to keep him safe.

Though.. it could also have been a side effect from all the dangerous missions that they had put him through for the past month, such that his body was on heightened alert even during rest.

Well that's a first.

He hadn't really been around Gojo while he was sick before, especially not to the extent of passing out like that.

Surely this continuous usage of Infinity counted as over-exertion, evident from Gojo's slightly furrowed eyebrows despite him being asleep. His breathing was also choppier than usual, either due to the congestion or disturbed rest.

Surprisingly, Geto noticed that Infinity seemed to thin out as he approached the bed.

He remembers Gojo telling him, "Suguru- you know, I can totally tell apart your cursed energy from others!"

Was Satoru's body really recognising him and relaxing because of it? Guess that whole 'telling apart' thing wasn't a lie after all.

Geto reaches out a palm and presses it against Gojo's forehead. His hand easily passes through the barrier, making contact with the other. The damp cloth lay uselessly by the side of the pillow, having fulfilled its purpose.

Still warm, but cooler than before.

Gojo whines against the touch as he slowly stirs. "Suguruu- you're backk.."

"Mm." Geto hummed in reply, sitting himself by the edge of the bed. "Did you sleep well?"

"Ah.. not really."

The raw honesty catches Geto off-guard, especially compared to the previous few days, where Gojo would wave him off for being too worried, right up till the point he collapsed.

He supposes that upon admitting "I'm not feeling well", Gojo's walls simply crumbled, leaving him in Geto's care.

The mattress shifted as Gojo turned to the side, a wrist coming up to rub at his nose.

"S-Sorry.. I- hh' have t'hH-!! hih'tchh!! haH'zzchh!!"

He sniffles against his wrist, watching with teary eyes as Geto pulls out a small pack of travel tissues from the drawer before handing it to him.

"Th'hH-!! ..thank y-you.. hH'hihchH'iw!! hah'zzdchH!!"

He pulls out a piece, pressing it softly against his nose. Outside, the sun had barely start setting.

"..snff'.. Suguru- why are you here anyway? Don't you have better things to do?"

Better things to do than look after you? Unlikely. And your Infinity will just go up again once I leave. But of course Geto doesn't say that.

Instead, he raises the file in his hand. "Background information on a mission. I'll have to read it eventually anyway, I can do it here, I've got time."

"..A mission?"

"Yes. For the two of us, actually."

"Really?? I get to go with you this time?" Happiness seeped into his words, bringing an unconscious smile to Geto's face.

"Mm, but I doubt they'd let you go in this state."

Without even looking over, Geto swore he could hear the pout in Gojo's voice.

"Aw.. b-but I wna go with you."

"..Then get better. Quickly." Because I don't want to leave without you either. I'm never leaving you alone again if I can help it.

"Sigh- alright, alright.. I'll get some rest."

"Before that.." Geto suddenly remembered, rising to his feet to retrieve a mug. He should probably get Satoru to take the medicine as soon as possib-

Geto hears a crash behind him.

"SAtoru!"

On the floor, Gojo laughs softly at himself, hanging half off the bed.

"S-Sorry-"

"What were you doing?"

Gojo looked almost embarrassed. "Ah.. nothing, honestly.. I just.. I guess I just.. panicked when I saw you get up.. that's all. I thought you were going to leave again.."

Again? ..Oh, right. He had left for the classrooms earlier. Why didn't Satoru just say something before he did? Forget that. Why didn't he notice?

Geto quickly grabbed a mug, filling it with water before he returned to the bedside.

"I'm sorry."

"Hm? Ahh- it's okay, it's okay.. I was just saying silly things."

"No. Don't say that. It's okay to want company, to need company. That's why I'm here, right?"

"Mm, yeah."

"..Why do you sound so reluctant to admit it?"

Gojo shifted again, this time tilting his head away from Geto.

"..Suguru. Am I'm strong?"

"Mm, why the sudden question?"

"..Am I still considered strong if.. if something as simple as a cold can.. can.. hH'..hih'DzchH!! haH'tchHew!! ..snff'.. fuck. I can't even control those."

"I'd honestly be more surprised if you could." Geto replied, bringing the mug up to Gojo's lips. His voice sounded harsh, and the constant sneezes were not helping. "C'mon, look over here, you should drink something."

Gojo sighed, shifting the tissue away to drink from his mouth.

"Take these too."

"..Medicine? Where did you get those from?"

"Sensei."

"Ahh- damn. He really knows everything doesn't he?"

"Anyone on the outside could tell that you were wearing yourself thin, not just him. Shoko had her fair share of worries for you as well."

Gojo remained silent upon hearing that, seemingly very interested in the cup he was drinking from.

Geto felt his heart skip a beat. Had he said something wrong? Maybe he shouldn't have mentioned that fact it was obvious.

The silence lasted for a few moments, before Gojo inhaled sharply, turning to the side.

"..hH'-aH'zZchH!! hah-hH'tcHHiw!! hiH'dzZch'w!! hH'!!-..snff- hehh'tchhiw!"

Geto startled at the fit, though he quickly collected himself, eyes focusing on what appeared to be an extremely sorry Gojo.

In his hand was the empty mug, its contents having been spilled all over the blanket from the violent jerks, a side effect of the sneezing.

"..I'm s-orry.."

Geto paused in his actions of retrieving a cloth for the mess. Something was wrong. Satoru had a voice break? No matter how cute it was (god forbid he admit that), he had never heard the other say anything with such a broken tone before.

Forgetting the cloth, Geto quickly returned to Gojo's side, wrapping his arms around the shivering frame of Gojo's body, head resting above his.

Gojo froze in place, shocked at the sudden but welcomed contact. The mug in his hand slowly slipped off his fingers, falling onto the covers. A small whine escaped his lips yet again as Gojo's fingers repurposed themselves with grabbing gently at Geto's arm.

He found himself leaning into the warm embarce, turning his head slightly such that his cheek could rest against Geto's chest.

Gojo had longed for this for days. Days. Days. He could feel tears starting to form at the corner of his eyes. From the cold or from his overflowing emotions? He had no idea.

"Suguru. Come lie down with me, please?"

He didn't need to be asked twice.

Within seconds, Geto had climbed onto the bed, getting comfortable under the covers as he extended a hand to Gojo.

"Come. Leave that side. It's wet." An excuse to get Gojo into his arms.

Gojo crawled over to where Geto was waiting, instantly latching onto the other the moment he got close enough to do so.

As Geto's arms close around him once again, Gojo realised that he had never felt so.. so safe, so.. comforted, before. It was a new feeling, one he was afraid of yet welcomed.

He had only known Suguru for a year, but damn was the guy making him question his own feelings left right and center.

A hand found itself on the back of Gojo's head as he snuggled closer into Geto's chest, burying his nose into the folds of Geto's shirt.

Drowsiness slowly started to take over as Gojo felt like this was the first time in forever he was truly allowed to relax. Was it from the medicine? Or was it from Geto's steady heartbeat that was lulling him to sleep? In all honesty, it didn't matter.

Geto felt Gojo relax in his embrace. Once the stuffy soft snores started to slip into a rhythm, he tilted his head downwards, whispering in a low, soothing voice.

"Satoru, you've been too strong for too long. Let me take over, even if just for a little while."

That was the last thing said for the night, as Geto himself started to drift off into sleep, the sun setting behind him

Unknown to the other, Gojo's lips curled into a smile.

Really.. the things Suguru says when he thinks no one is listening. It was going to be the death of him one day.

-end-

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Finishing notes:

this fic actually stemmed from the phrase "what if Gojo's Infinity came up by itself when he's sick?" then it.. became.. this.. somehow..

decided to change their roles here ahhh- caretaker Getoo-

maybe i wrote Gojo a little out of character with the amount of clinging he did to Geto (also the whole DON'T LEAVE ME panic of a sick person in bed), but hey. i'm a strong advocate for clingy sick Gojo, sue me.

i also wanted to keep up the soft Gojo writing, soo i tried the whole "strong character falls weak to a cold" trope thing

BUT i also know for a FACT that i was NOT going to be satisfied if i just let Gojo go out like that, so i tried making his collapse scene exclusively *him*

by that i mean i tried making it slightly humorous. ahh well if it ended up not coming out like that.. it's still fine

also wanted to write a whole "Gojo pretending he's alright when he's not" fic, and was trying to capture the whole "once he admits he's not okay, everything comes crumbling down and he's a mess" thing

i feel like a lot more could have been written in this fic.. but the problem was i didn't know how to.. shshhdhshds im getting better i swear (abit more of this in the tags)

i hope the final scene read as soft as i was hoping it would. just picture Gojo sinking into Geto's hug, smooshing his face against Geto's chest, whining a whole bunch, breathing in his scent

..or maybe scratch the scent part, since Gojo's nose is a little congested//

anyway, hope it was a nice read and thankyou for stopping by!!

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#j/jk #g/ojo s/atoru #g/eto s/uguru #s/atos/ugu #mywritting #again its more caretaking than snz but ig thats normally how my fics go #soft g/ojo does crazy things to me so once again this was super enjoyable to write 100% would do it again #though i admit i struggled ALOT with much of the dialogue in order to keep it in character #THE BRIDAL CARRY PART OMG I WAS SMILING MYSELF SILLY WHEN I WROTE IT #just imagining g/eto running through the school hallways with his husband in arms #screaming MAKE WAY MAKE WAY #about what i could have added to the spilling the water all over the bed scene:#i had initially planned to make g/eto refill the cup with something sweet like applejuice for g/ojo #but ended up scrapping that entirely and making him just go in for the hug #about the eating the medicine scene:#i had initially planned a whole scene where g/ojo was being shy about not being able to swallow pills whole #a shy “i.. normally take the liquid ones..”#cue g/eto getting applejuice to help him take a crushed pill (lessen the bitterness)#sjsjjsdsh don't ask me what kinda title is that I WAS STRUGGLING SO MUCH TO THINK OF SMTH THAT FITS #titling is the hardest part of fic writing istg.#mythoughts

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