Bubble Bath
Title: Bubble Bath
Word Count: 2252
Summary: Jimin and Taehyung get caught in the rain. They take a bath together.
Sickie: Taehyung (cold/snz)
Caretaker: Jimin
A/N: this started as a drabble (which I usually consider that 100-1000 words idk about y'all) but when I went to edit it I just added more instead of editing so now it's just an unedited short fic? also sorryyy for the sudden and possibly annoying influx of posts but I have to get all of this out of my brain. but if you read it and like it umm let me know? maybe? if you want?
They smell the rain before it comes, a pleasant, earthy scent just as the breeze starts to pick up around them.Â
Jimin shivers and wraps his arms around himself, smiling fondly when he looks over and sees the state of Taehyungâs hair, tousled by the wind and sticking up in all directions.Â
âWhat?â Taehyung asks when he feels Jiminâs eyes on him. He frowns when he feels the first raindrop fall, hitting him right on the tip of his nose, and Jimin looks up at the sky.
âOh, great. We didnât bring an umbrella.â He shivers again. âLetâs run!â
And with that, Jimin takes off running, leaving Taehyung standing for a moment before his brain processes the words and he dashes off after his soulmate.Â
By the time he catches up with Jimin, the rain is coming down hard, a sudden downpour that drenches them both in a matter of minutes. They quickly duck under a large oak tree, huddling together against the trunk, and listen to the slap of raindrops on pavement as they shake water from their hair and attempt to dry their faces with wet sleeves.
âDoesnât look like it will let up soon,â Jimin says right before he sneezes, a shiver running up his spine afterward.
Immediately, Taehyung is wrapping an arm around the shorter man and hugging him against his chest, one hand coming up to cup Jiminâs cheek.Â
âWe have to get you home and dried off before you catch a cold,â he frets, wiping a drop of water from Jiminâs brow with his thumb. âYouâre shivering.âÂ
Jimin rolls his eyes.
âYouâre wet too.â
Taehyung ignores him, shrugging out of his jacket and wrapping it over Jiminâs head like a hood. He waits until Jimin grabs the sleeves and holds them under his chin, and then he hooks his arm through Jiminâs elbow and drags him back out into the downpour.
They run the rest of the way home. As soon as theyâre inside, Jimin shucks off his shoes and tosses the jacket onto the floor next to them. Theyâre both soaked, but Taehyungâs jacket had done a decent job of protecting his head and hair from getting wet beyond the initial few minutes of being caught in the rain.
Taehyung, however, has enough water dripping off of him to create his own mini-lake right in the middle of the entryway.Â
âAgh,â he complains as he shivers and stands in place with his arms wrapped tightly around himself. âIâm so cold!â He drags the back of his hand under his nose with a liquidly sniffle and then wrenches forward with a booming sneeze.
Itâs the kind of sneeze that soundsâŚwet. Jimin does his best to keep himself from cringing visibly. Thereâs an instant worry that comes along with it, though, because Taehyung looks absolutely miserable, cheeks and nose pink from the cold as he stands there shivering hard, sniffling and dripping water everywhere.Â
âIâm going to go run us a hot bath,â Jimin says, chewing on his bottom lip as he regards Taehyung, his concern growing. âStrip and leave your clothes here, we can wash everything later.âÂ
Jimin sheds his own clothes quickly, adding them in a pile with the jacket, and makes his way into the bathroom to fill the tub with hot water. He hears Taehyung sneeze again, somehow louder than the first, and he sighs and begins to rummage around in the cabinet under the sink. They have a variety of soaps and lotions and bubble baths down there, and he finds the one heâs looking for in the very back.
Taehyung announces his arrival into the bathroom with a third sneeze and a whiny groan. He uses his hand to wipe his nose again and Jimin adds a little extra bubble bath to the water. Once the tub is full, he turns off the faucet and sets their towels and washcloths within reach, then turns to Taehyung and holds out a hand.Â
Taehyung hasnât stopped sniffling or shivering. His bare skin is prickled with goosebumps and heâs shaking hard, teeth chattering.  Â
âWhatâs that smell?â He asks as they step into the tub together.
Jimin looks over at the counter and squints at the bottle. âUh, spearmint and eucalyptus.âÂ
âItâs making my nose run,â Taehyung replies, sniffling thickly. Heâs blinking like heâs got something irritating his eyes, distracted by it, and Jimn has to tug him down to sit in the bath.Â
âNo, youâre fine with his scent,â Jimin reminds him. âWe use it all the time when youâreâŚsniffly.âÂ
âIâm not sniffly,â Taehyung grumbles, muscles tense as he wraps his arms around his knees and tries to stop shivering.Â
Jimin raises an eyebrow but does not comment. He sinks deeper into the water and lets out a sigh of relief at the instant warmth it brings.
âSorry I forgot the umbrella,â Taehyung says after a moment. âAre you warming up?â
âIâm fine, Tae. How are you?â
âIâmâŚIâŚâ Taehyungâs mouth falls open and his eyebrows draw together in the middle. His nostrils flare and Jimin grabs a dry washcloth and shoves it into his hand thatâs now hovering in front of his face.Â
âCover up if youâre going to sneeze. I donât want your germs getting everywhere.â Â
âG-germs? ItâsâŚIt's just the bubbles,â Taehyung says defensively, his breath hitching unevenly. âItâs theâ the scentââ He sneezes, twice in a row, aiming them both into the washcloth. The sound echoes loudly in the bathroom and the movement of his body lurching forward makes the water in the tub slosh around. Â
âAnd you were worried about me catching a cold.â
âI didnât catch a cold! I have a sensitive nose,â Taehyung pouts.
âMm hmm.â Jimin taps Taehyungâs nose with the tip of his finger. âYou sure do, my love.âÂ
Taehyung shudders and sucks in a breath. Jimin quickly reaches out and grabs his shoulder to steady him, but after a couple of uncertain seconds he exhales again without sneezing like Jimin had expected. Instead, he scrubs at his nose with the washcloth and then settles between Jiminâs legs, leaning back against his chest with a sigh that sounds far too congested for Jiminâs liking.Â
âIâm still cold, Minnie,â he whines with another shiver and a series of rapid sniffles.Â
âI know, love. Your skin is freezing.â Jimin rubs his hands up and down Taehyungâs arms. âSlide down a little farther and get under the water more,â he tells Taehyung, guiding him to recline more. He takes the washcloth from Taehyungâs hand and holds it to Taehyungâs nose for him. âBlow your nose.â
Taehyung lets both of his hands drop under the water, and they settle on Jiminâs thighs. He blows his nose half-heartedly into the washcloth and then shakes his head back and forth a couple of times.Â
âFeels like the rain got into my ears, too,â he complains, tilting his head to one side, then the other.Â
âYou poor thing,â Jimin says. âHere, let me wash your hair for you,â he offers, already cupping water in his hands to wet Taehyungâs already wet hair with warm water. When he lathers up shampoo between his palms, Taehyung sniffles and brings a hand out of the water to rub at his nose.Â
âI donât like how stuffy youâre sounding right now,â he says and he gently works the shampoo through Taehyungâs hair. âHow could you give me your jacket when it was raining so hard? Now youâve probably gotten yourself sick, and you havenât stopped shivering since we got home, andââ
A long, wet, irritated sniffle interrupts him.Â
Jimin sighs.
He cranes his neck and peers at Taehyungâs face. Thereâs a bit of bubble bath on the end of Taehyungâs nose where heâd rubbed it, and Jimin giggles.Â
His smile quickly fades, however, when he sees that Taehyung is gearing up for a sneeze.
âWaitâ hold on a sec,â he says quickly. âLet me at least rinse your hair firâ oh!â He keeps a hand on Taehyungâs shoulder while he sneezes once, twice, three times, each one louder than the one before.Â
Jimin sighs. âNevermind.â
Taehyung spends the rest of the bath sniffling and rubbing at his nose. Jimin makes quick work of rinsing his hair and then washing them both up, then drains the tub and gets out to dry himself off. He goes to fetch them some warm clothes, quickly dressing himself before carrying Taehyungâs clothes back to the bathroom.Â
When he gets back, Taehyung has his towel wrapped around his waist, but his hair is dripping everywhere and heâs still shivering.Â
âDry your hair,â Jimin says, handing Taehyung a second towel. âIâm going to go make some tea.âÂ
âYou donât like tea,â Taehyung responds, confused. He sounds even more congested now that theyâre drying off.Â
âIt���s not for me,â Jimin replies with a small smile. âJust dry your hair and get dressed.âÂ
Jimin is just pouring hot water into a mug when he hears footsteps shuffling into the kitchen behind him. He turns around to see Taehyung, dressed in pajama pants and a hoodie, hair still damp and nose still drippy.Â
âThe bath was supposed to warm us up,â Jimin says with a frown when he sees a shiver run through Taehyung. Heâs in just a t-shirt and sweatpants himself, and now that the heat is on he feels back to normal. âAre you still cold?â
âWell I've been feeling cold all day, soâŚâ Taehyung trails off, looking sheepish, and Jimin gasps.Â
âWhat do you mean youâve been feeling cold allââÂ
Taehyung cuts him off, his interrupting sneeze tossing him forward violently, and he stumbles a few steps forward until heâs standing right in front of Jimin.
âLove,â Jimin says, reaching up to push Taehyungâs damp hair back from his face. âThat didnât sound very good.âÂ
Taehyung rubs the bridge of his very red nose and sniffles sadly, but doesnât say anything.Â
âHere,â Jimin hands him the mug of tea. âTake this into the living room. Iâll grab a couple of blankets and we can cuddle, okay?âÂ
âOkay,â Taehyung says, but then he quickly holds the mug out until Jimin takes it back. He sneezes again, a drawn out, congested sound, his body tensing like heâs attempting to contain it.
âOh, Tae,â Jimin says. âIt sounds like youâve actually caught a cold.â
âI donât wanna have a cold,â Taehyung mumbles.Â
âI know, love.â Jimin sighs. âGo sit and get comfy.âÂ
He lets Jimin kiss him on the cheek and then takes the tea back and shuffles out to the living room, cradling the mug to his chest.
By the time Jimin gathers up a few blankets, plus a box of tissues and a bottle of cold medicine, Taehyung is curled up on the couch sipping his tea.Â
Jimin covers him with blankets and arranges everything else on the coffee table, not missing the way Taehyung silently glares at the medicine. Heâs still shivering lightly, though the tea seems to be helping a little, and when Jimin sits next to him he lets his head fall on Jiminâs shoulder.
âYou could try blowing your nose?â Jimin suggests after listening to Taehyung sniffle for a couple of minutes. He ducks his head to meet Taehyungâs gaze. âSounding kinda sniffly, there, love.âÂ
Taehyung rubs a finger back and forth under his nose. He flushes under the scrutiny, the redness on his cheeks matching his reddening nostrils.Â
âSorry,â he says, scrunching up his nose. âIâm just trying not to sneeze.âÂ
âI can hear that,â Jimin notes. âBut,â he counters, âwouldnât it be better out than in?â
Taehyung doesnât answer. He takes a long drink of his tea, finishing it off, and then lets Jimin take the mug from him and set it on the coffee table. He grabs the box of tissues while heâs leaning forward and settles back with them in his lap for easy access, smiling when Taehyung rests his head back on his shoulder, still scrubbing at his nose and sniffling.
âJust do it and get it over with, sneezy,â Jimin teases.Â
âHmph.â Taehyung burrows closer, burying his face against Jiminâs neck. Jimin can tell heâs sleepy now by the way heâs getting clingier, and he pats the top of his head fondly.Â
âAre you all warmed up now, at least? Do you want to try to sleep? Iâll cuddle you.âÂ
Taehyung nods, his nose dragging up and down Jiminâs neck. A moment later, when Jimin feels a series of puffs of air across his collarbone, he grabs a tissue from the box in his lap and tuck it into Taehyungâs hand. Taehyung, to his credit, lifts his face away from Jiminâs neck and gets the tissue up to his nose just in time for the impending sneeze to come.Â
The only problem is that it isnât just one sneeze.Â
Itâs several sneezes, angry at being held back, fighting to escape in the most explosive way possible, and one tissue isnât nearly enough of a barrier for the messy result.Â
Jimin closes his eyes and waits for it to be over.
âIâm so sorry,â Taehyung gasps when heâs done sneezing, out of breath. He pulls what must be ten tissues out of the box and starts to clean up. Jimin cracks one eye open and squints over at him, but he doesnât have it in him to be mad when he sees how miserable his poor soulmate looks.Â
âSorry,â Taehyung apologizes again when he notices Jimin looking at him. âUmâŚwe could go take a bubble bath?âÂ
25 notes
¡
View notes
"But if you stay, you'll get sick too" (Sicktember, Jimin)
Sicktember Prompt: #21 "But if you stay, you'll get sick too"Â
Word Count: 1152
Sickie: Jimin (cold/flu)
Caregiver: Yoongi
Notes: a lil yoonmin college au situation idk
Three days into the worst case of the flu heâs ever experienced, Jimin is over it.
So. Fucking. Over it.Â
Heâs over puking his brains out. Heâs over breathing exclusively though his mouth while his nose is both runny and congested at the same time. Heâs over burning up with a fever so high and miserable it has him sweating buckets while he shivers, unable to determine if heâs hot or cold. Heâs both. Heâs neither. Heâs everything. Heâs nothing.Â
Heâs just over it.Â
âIâm so fucking over this!â He groans as loudly as his hoarse voice allows, and then winces as the motion and the sound makes his head pound.Â
It feels nice, though, to just kind ofâŚlet it all out like that. Itâs not something heâd usually do. But heâs also never felt this miserable before, and heâs all alone in his dorm room, and he just needs the universe to hear his complaints and then maybe take pity on him.
A sudden knock on the door makes him jump and then swear under his breath, and he nearly falls off his bed when he tries to turn to look at the door and his legs get tangled up in the blankets that are wrapped around one of his legs and half of his torso.
âHello?â A soft voice calls, and then thereâs a key turning in the lock and the door opens just a crack, squeaking loudly on its hinge.
âWhoâŚwhoâs there?â Jimin croaks. Only he and his roommate Taehyung have keys to their room, and thatâs definitely not Taehyungâs voice. Taehyung is staying with a friend while Jimin recovers so he doesnât get sick.Â
The door opens a little further, and a head pokes into the room.
âUh, hey, itâs me.â The âmeâ in question clears his throat and then takes a half step inside the room while Jimin sits up and pulls the blankets around himself like a protective barrier, sluggish and a little dizzy now that heâs sitting up.Â
Jiminâs face is suddenly burning with something more than the fever when he realizes that itâs Yoongi, his very cute, very mysterious next door neighbor who lives just on the other side of the wall from him.
âUm, Iâm Yoongi,â he says, fully entering the room now before he shuts the door behind him. âI live next door and I heard youâŚI mean, I heard that you were sick.â
Jimin doesnât miss the phrasing. He knows how thin these walls are. He knows heâs been hacking up a lung for hours on end for the past three days and fuck, his cute neighbor has definitely heard it all and is now here to ask him to shut the fuck up.
Fuck fuck fuck.
âI brought you some stuff,â Yoongi continues, rubbing the back of his neck. âI wasnât sure what you already hadâŚâ
Jimin wonders if heâs in some kind of fever dream. If not, he wonders how heâs going to survive the embarrassment of the situation. But before he can dwell too much on it, Yoongi is striding over to his desk and unloading his bag of stuff, and Jimin can see that he brought tissues and medicine and soup and gatorade and throat lozenges and holy shit, his neighbor is rich.
âIâm not rich,â Yoongi says with a weird smile, and Jimin is horrified to learn that he had said that out loud.
âI do work at the student store, though, so I get a discount. The NyQuil prices are no joke, though.â
Jimin looks at Yoongi. He looks at the bottle of cold medicine that Yoongi is holding up. And, for some reason, he blurts out, âWhy?â
Yoongi doesnât miss a beat. âI assume itâs because they know they can take advantage of sick college studentsâ itâs not like there are many other stores close to campus, yâknow?â
âNo, I meanââ Jimin breaks off to cough, because his body hates him. When he recovers, Yoongi is standing next to him, one hand hovering over his back, his eyebrows furrowed. Jimin swallows thickly and feels his face flushing again. âI mean, why did you bring me all of this stuff?â
Thereâs a moment of silence, and then Yoongi laughs. The sound is so different from what Jimin was expecting that he sucks in a startled breath, which makes him cough again.Â
âOhâ here.â Yoongi passes him a bottle of water, and then opens the medicine, carefully pouring out a dose before handing it over.Â
Jiminâs hands are shaking when he takes the cup. He swallows it down, then grimaces and hurries to take a sip of water to wash the awful taste down. Yoongi grabs the cup back from him, setting it on the desk before pulling out a bottle of hand sanitizer from the bag and applying a generous amount to his hands.Â
âTaehyungie said you probably wouldnât take the medicine,â Yoongi says as he rubs his hands together. âGuess he was wrong.â
âYouâre friends with Tae?âÂ
Yoongi fixes him with a strange look. âWell, yeah, weâre neighbors.â
âOh,â is all Jimin can say. He looks down at his lap, sheepish. âSorry, IâŚâ He trails off, unsure of what exactly to say. Heâs not the best at talking to new people like Taehyung is. In fact, Taehyung is the only friend heâs made so far and theyâre already halfway through the first term.Â
âTaehyung told me about how shy you are,â Yoongi says, and Jimin canât even deny that heâs right, even though his face is burning again.
âHere, scoot over,â Yoongi says, and then barely waits for Jimin to move before sitting down on the bed next to him. âI brought my laptop so we can watch a movie or something.â
âYouâre staying?âÂ
Yoongi blinks at him. âI can leave, if you want? It just didnât sound like you were getting much sleep over here.âÂ
Jimin closes his eyes and briefly wishes for the universe to create a hole to suddenly swallow him up, because heâs not sure he can handle any more embarrassment. When he opens his eyes and looks over at Yoongi, the other man is watching him carefully, an almost hopeful expression on his face.Â
"But if you stay, you'll get sick too," Jimin whispers. âI donât wanna get you sickâŚI already feel guilty that Iâve been keeping you up.â
Yoongi shrugs. âI donât really sleep much anyway,â he replies softly.Â
Jimin scoots a little farther down the bed so Yoongi has more room, and then leans up against the wall, drawing his knees up to his chest.
âOkay,â he says.
âOkay,â Yoongi echoes with a smile, grinning even wider when Jimin rearranges his blanket so itâs over both of their laps, and thatâs how they spend the next four hours, watching movies until Jimin falls asleep sitting up, head resting on the shoulder of his cute next door neighbor.Â
11 notes
¡
View notes
Curled Up With a Pet (Sicktember, Jungkook)
Sicktember Prompt: #19 Curled Up With a PetÂ
Word Count: 486
Sickie: Jungkook (cold)
Caregiver: Yoongi and Bam
Scratch. Scratch.
Thereâs a quiet noise coming from somewhere that sounds both far away and right next to Jungkookâs head. He tries to ignore it; heâs so close to sleep, and the noise is the only thing thatâs between him and some much needed restâ that, and the persistent tickle in his sinuses that heâs just barely managed to squash down.
Now, with his mind back on his nose, the need to sneeze is growing and itâs making Jungkook grumpy.
âHngh,â He groans, weakly pressing a fist underneath his nostrils. He knows heâs pouting but he doesnât care, since heâs the only one in here.
Scratch. Scratch.   Â
Jungkook lifts his head, looks blearily around the room for the source of the sound, and then sneezes twice before he can determine where itâs coming from. The sneezing makes him feel dizzy and makes his head hurt and he groans in frustration. His nose is stuffy and running at the same time, and he knows there are tissues somewhere around hereâ
The door creaks open, and Jungkook lets his head fall back against his pillow. He squeezes his eyes shut as the light spills into his room from the hallway.
âSorry,â a voice whispers, and then there are warm fingers carding through his hair. âHe doesnât like being separated from you.âÂ
Jungkook doesnât have to ask who Yoongi is talking about because thereâs suddenly a cold, wet nose pushing against his cheek.Â
âBammie,â Jungkook croaks, smiling despite the fact that heâs now cold and shivering again.
Bam wastes no time jumping onto the bed and curling up beside Jungkook, taking up the space between his body and the edge of the bed like he isnât too big to fit there and tucking his face under one of Jungkookâs arms.Â
âSorry,â Yoongi apologizes again. âIâve tried everythingâ oh.â Thereâs a rustling sound and then Jungkook feels something soft pressed up against his nose, just in time for him to sneeze into it.
Heâs so tired of sneezing.Â
âBless,â Yoongi whispers, wiping his nose for him. âDonât look so grumpy, love,â he chuckles afterward.Â
Jungkook cracks one eye openâ Bam is already snoring away beside himâ and looks up at Yoongi as grumpily as he can.Â
Yoongi bites his lip to keep himself from chuckling again and holds up another tissue. âDo you want another one?â
Jungkookâs nose is prickling again, but he shakes his head, determined to fall asleep before he has to actually sneeze again. He closes his eyes and nuzzles into the pillow, shivering a little.
A moment later, something warm is being tucked around him and Bam, and then Yoongiâs fingers are in his hair again. Jungkook curls himself around Bamâs warm body, grateful for the warmth of his dog and the extra blanket. He sniffles sharply and focuses on the feeling of Yoongiâs hand running through his hair, until heâs sleepy enough to finally succumb to the pull of sleep.
31 notes
¡
View notes
Looking to find sick fic writers who have open requests. Are you open or know anyone who is?
New to Tumblr and stumbled upon your lavender story! I loved it!
â¨â¨Welcome!â¨â¨
I believe Lavender was written by (correct me if I'm wrong but) the lovely @bultaoleunheyyy , I merely reblogged it because it was amazingâ¨đŹ
My requests are technically open, although I do have a line of fics to be written and life is just interfering 𼲠you're welcome to request ( if it fits with what I write) but it might take a bit for me to get it out
Sorry about thatđ
University is all encompassing of my life right now
I'm not sure who has any requests open, but if anyone else knows maybe just leave names in the comments???đâ¨
9 notes
¡
View notes
Lavender
Title: LavenderÂ
Word Count: 5191
Summary: Hoseok gets exposed to perfume and he keeps sneezing the rest of the day (from a request).
A/N: I kinda wrote it with poly ot7 intentions but Iâm pretty sure it can be read completely platonically too:) Theyâre just all very close and affectionate towards each other ha.Â
âIâm tired, Hob-ah,â Yoongi says, adjusting his hat to sit lower over his eyes. He pulls his face mask up just a little bit too, ensuring his face is completely hidden, barely-visible eyes narrowed as they scan the mall food court. âLetâs head home.â
Hoseok, whoâs having a moment with his iced Americano, simply nods and starts to gather his things up. He slings his purse over his shoulder and pulls the brim of his baseball hat back around to face the front again, making a mess of his hair in the process.
âYou need a haircut soon,â Yoongi notes, reaching over to tuck some of Hoseokâs hair behind his ear. He does the same on the other side, smiling as Hoseok continues to sip his coffee.
âI donât know,â Hoseok replies after a moment, releasing the straw from his mouth long enough to lick his lips and turn his hat backwards again. âIâm kind of liking it longer.âÂ
âIt looks cute,â Yoongi says quickly, resisting the urge to fix Hoseokâs hair again. He looks cute with his hat backwards like that, too, but Yoongi keeps that part to himself. âI just meant maybe a trim around the ears. Câmon, letâs go. Did I mention Iâm really fucking tired?â
âMm hmm,â Hoseok replies, back to sipping his coffee. He and Yoongi stand and make their way through the mall, thankful that the crowds arenât too bad today.
Theyâre passing by a perfume shop when Yoongi suddenly slows, his head turning sharply to the side.
âShit,â he hisses, his arm shooting out across Hoseokâs chest to stop him from moving forward too. The impact makes a loud thump and Hoseok jumps, both in surprise at the abruptness of the action and at the pain it causes in his chest. Heâs still reeling from the sudden stop when Yoongi curses again, then moves to stand right in front of him, his eyebrows furrowed as he faces Hoseok.Â
âWhat?â Hoseok asks, confused, but then Yoongiâs fist is twisting in the front of his shirt and heâs being nudged backwards.
A few seconds later it reaches him; the strong smell of lavender hits him like a slap in the face, filling his nose and lungs so quickly that he feels like heâs choking for a moment, breath stuttering out of his throat as the scent invades his sinuses. The effect is immediate. One second, heâs trying to figure out why Yoongi looks so angry and the next, heâs sneezing so hard it makes his throat sting.
âHhh-hhhâATCHSH! hatchâSHII! HACHSH! HTCHSH! hhhâŚihhâHTCHSHâiii! HACHSH! HhhhâŚâ Â
Hoseok is breathless, panting heavily through his mouth by the time his body makes it through the first round of a whopping eleven sneezes. Thereâs a hand around his upper arm and he trusts that itâs Yoongi whoâs guiding him through the mall, because he canât see a damn thing through the tears streaming from his eyes. Every sneeze that rips through him threatens to toss him forward but Yoongiâs hand is firm, and so is the hand on his back thatâs keeping him moving forward even as his brain screams at him to stop and focus on absolutely nothing else other than sneezing the irritant out.
âHahh-tshch! hatchâSHII! HTCHSH!âÂ
âOkay, ohâ! Okay, youâre okay. Oh, fuck, Hob-ah. Okay. Shit.âÂ
Yoongiâs starting to sound a little panicked, and Hoseok can feel his own heart thumping wildly in his chest. It joins the tight, itchy feeling thatâs in his lungs and his throat and his nose, the feeling that he only gets when he gets anywhere near anything lavender scented. Sometimes, even thinking about lavender can set him off, get his eyes itching and his sinuses prickling, and the sneezingâ fuck, the sneezing that comes with it makes everything feel so maddeningly itchy that he can hardly stand it.
Once theyâre back at the car, Yoongi opens the passenger side door and helps Hoseok into the seat. He leans in after and opens the glove box, and Hoseok pinches his nose shut while he rifles through it in search of somethingâ if he sneezes now, itâs going all over Yoongi with how close he is.
âShitâŚreally? I justâŚoh thank fuck.â Yoongi mutters and curses to himself until he finally gets his hands on what heâs looking for, which is a handful of fast food napkins. He turns his head and holds out the napkins, but frowns when he sees Hoseok pinching his nose, eyes closed and mouth open, panting heavily.Â
âOh,â Yoongi says softly, quickly pulling back until heâs not leaning in front of Hoseok anymore. âSorry.âÂ
Hoseok cracks one eye open to make sure he has enough clearance before letting loose with the next round of sneezes, aimed at his lap and then belatedly at the fast food napkins Yoongi quickly shoves into one of his hands.Â
âHACHSH! hhhâATCHSH! hatchâSHII! HTCHSH!â
As he sneezes, he can feel Yoongi take the hat off his head, and then his fingers are running through his long hair in a gesture thatâs both comforting and grounding as he grows more and more lightheaded with each sneeze.
âFuck,â he hears Yoongi curse again. He pushes more of Hoseokâs hair back from his face and Hoseok knows if he could open his eyes long enough in between sneezes, heâd see a very, very worried man looking at him.Â
âIâmâŚhhhâŚI-Iâm okay-ehhhâŚâ He barely manages to get the words out, breath hitching erratically.Â
Yoongi buckles him in and then closes the door, jogging around to the driverâs side after so he can drive them both home. By the time they get back, Hoseok feels like a puffy, stuffy mess.
âHACHSH!â
He sneezes loudly as Yoongi guides him into the house.
âHahh-tshch!â
He sneezes again as Yoongi guides him to the kitchen, where heâs deposited in a chair while Yoongi wets a dishcloth under the sink.
âHihhhâŚhih! Hihâ hhh! HihhâHTCHSHâiii!â
âBless you,â Namjoon says, rounding the corner, but Yoongi holds up a hand and watches Hoseok sneeze twice more.Â
âMight want to save it,â Yoongi advises with a frown.
Hoseok nods in agreement, then holds up a finger, blinking rapidly as he looks back and forth between them both. Then he sucks in a frantic, desperate gasp of air before pitching forward with a string of sneezes so long he can feel Yoongi tensing up next to him as he keeps going.
âHACHSH! hhhâATCHSH! hatchâSHII! HTCHSH! Hihâ hhh! hatchâSHUH!âÂ
Hoseok is vaguely aware of Namjoon inching closer to him after each sneeze, until he finally closes the gap and grabs him gently by the shoulder to keep him from falling out of his chair.Â
âOh, wow,â Namjoon murmurs. âOh no.â
âThatâs the last time I go to the shopping mall,â Hoseok spits out in between two more sneezes, his voice croaky. He most definitely is going to lose his voice before the end of the day with the rate heâs sneezing at. The sneezing fit finally ends with one horribly messy expulsion, aimed into the wad of napkins Hoseok has been clutching in his fist since Yoongi shoved them into his hands in the car.Â
âHhh-hhhâATCHSH!â
âWill you fetch some tissues, please?â Yoongi asks Namjoon as Hoseok attempts to mop up the aftermath.Â
Namjoon hurries out of the kitchen and returns less than a minute later with tissues, Seokjin following close on his heels.
âWhatâs going on?â Seokjin asks, grabbing a chair and pulling it right next to Hoseokâs chair so he can sit as close as possible as he starts to look over the younger man, hands roaming over his whole body like heâs checking for physical injuries. âJoon-ah said youâve been sneezing up a storm in here. What did you get into, hmm?âÂ
Hoseok just sniffles while Seokjin takes his chin in his hand and turns his head back and forth, inspecting the redness around his nostrils and the puffiness around his watery eyes.
âLavender?â Seokjin guesses, and Hoseok nods miserably.
âWeâre gonna need antihistamines,â Yoongi says, and Seokjin jumps up.
âIâll go grab some.â
When Seokjin comes back into the kitchen, he brings both the antihistamines and a very curious-looking Jungkook with him.
âHobi-hyung is having an allergy attack?â Jungkook asks aloud to the room in general. He zeroes in on Hoseok, who has to squeeze his eyes closed as another intense tickle prickles inside his nose.
âHACHSH! HTCHSH! hhhâŚihhâHTCHSHâiii! HACHSH! hatchâSHII!âÂ
âOhh. Oh wow. Bless you, hyung. Blessâ bless you!â Jungkook gasps as Hoseok sneezes and sneezes and sneezes some more.
Hoseok hears Namjoon chuckle beside him and he glances up at Jungkook to see him staring down at him, big eyes widened in shock.
âBless you!â Jungkook says again after a couple of more sneezes. âGeez, hyung. Youâre sneezy. Oh, bless you. WhatâsâŚbless youâŚwhatâs going on?â Â
Now, Jungkookâs expression has morphed into one of concern, and he shuffles closer, hovering over Hoseok like heâs about to climb into his lap.
âPerfume,â Hoseok croaks out. He reaches up to squeeze Jungkookâs shoulder, about to reassure him heâs okay, but he can already feel the next round of sneezes coming on. âLavender perfume,â he chokes out, and then heâs sneezing again, face tucked into the crook of his elbow. His hand is still on Jungkookâs shoulder, and he feels Jungkook cover it with his own hand, his fingers stroking softly over the skin on his knuckles.Â
âHow exactly did you come in contact with lavender perfume?â Seokjin asks. He picks up the wet cloth from where itâs now sitting on the table and waits for Hoseok to get a break between sneezes before cupping his face with one hand and gently pressing the cloth around his eyes.
âThe fucking mall,â Yoongi spits out as he tips a dose of antihistamines into his palm. âApparently itâs lavender week. They had banners and everything.âÂ
Hoseok lets go of Jungkookâs shoulder, leaning into the cool, wet cloth for a moment before pulling away with a thick sniffle. He takes the pills from Yoongi, but heâs barely able to swallow them down before heâs rushing to pull out a fresh handful of tissues from the box.
âHihhâHTCHSHâiii! Hahh-tshch! hatchâSHII! Hhh-ATCHSH!â
âBless you. Ahh, hyung, youâre sneezing soâ bless you. Iâve never heard you sneeze so much!âÂ
Jungkook picks up the antihistamines from the table as he talks, turning it over to inspect the back with a frown. Â
âDamnit,â Namjoon curses as his phone starts to ring in his pocket. He looks at the screen, checking the time and silencing his phone with a frown. âItâs time for Seokjin-hyung and I to leave for work. We have a meeting in a half hour.âÂ
Upon hearing this, Jungkook tosses the box of antihistamines back onto the table and latches onto Seokjin like a koala. âBye, hyung. Have a fun meeting.â
He waits until Seokjin ruffles his hair and presses a quick kiss to his temple before he lets go and moves to Namjoon next, wrapping his arms tightly around the older manâs shoulders from behind. âBye, hyung. Have a funâŚOoh, you smell good.âÂ
Namjoon laughs when Jungkook gets distracted partway through, pressing his nose to the back of Namjoonâs neck and sniffing deeply.
âThanks, Kook.â
âI canât smell anything,â Hoseok says sadly in between sneezes.
âWe should stay,â Namjoon frowns, watching Hoseok sneeze. âIâm not going to be able to concentrate at the meeting when Hobi is here at home suffering like this.â
Seokjin nods in agreement, mouth twisting down to one side, but Hoseok sniffles and shakes his head frantically.Â
âPlease go.â Hoseok sniffles, sneezes again, and then clears his throat. âThis is so embarrassing,â he groans.Â
âWeâll take good care of him,â Jungkook reassures, letting go of Namjoon and moving back over to Hoseok. He steals Seokjinâs chair when he stands and scoots somehow even closer to Hoseok than Seokjin had been, reaching over to rub his back and nudging the tissue box closer to the sniffly man.
âYouâre sweet,â Hoseok chuckles stuffily, leaning over so he can rest his head on Jungkookâs shoulder. âSee?â He squints through puffy eyes at Namjoon and Seokjin. âGo to your meeting. Iâm in good hands with Jungkookie and Yoongi-hyung.â
Seokjin and Namjoon exchange a look with each other. Clearly, theyâre not very happy about leaving when Hoseok is still doing so poorly, but at the same time they know that the others will take as good of care of him as they would. After a moment, Namjoon nods, making their decision known even without having said it out loud. He and Seokjin each plant a kiss on the top of Hoseokâs head before they leave, and then on Jungkookâs head when he stares expectantly at them with wide eyes. Yoongi waves them off when they tease him about wanting a kiss on the head too, but Seokjin sneaks one in lightning-fast anyway, ruffling his hair afterwards before skipping out the door after Namjoon.
âCâmon,â Yoongi says after they leave, tugging Hoseok up. âLets go rest on the couch.â
Jungkook disappears down the hall as Yoongi gets Hoseok settled in the living room. He gets a fresh cool cloth and places it over Hoseokâs eyes, then sets him up with the tissues and some soft music. Â
âThanks,â Hoseok says with a long, congested sigh that catches in his lungs. âHtchâshii!â The sneeze is small and tired-sounding, almost like an aftershock from the allergic fit from before, but his head still bobs forward and the cloth falls from his eyes and lands in his lap with a plop.
Yoongi sits on the coffee table facing Hoseok and reaches out to gently cup the side of his face, his thumb swiping across his cheek to catch a few stray tears. âAre these tears from the perfume?âÂ
Hoseok nods. âYeah. My eyes wonât stop watering,â he answers, voice thick with the congestion. âAnd I just canâtâŚI c-canât st-ahhâŚâ
Yoongi frowns as Hoseok trails off, unable to finish his sentence as he gears up for yet another round of sneezing.Â
âOh, Hob-ah,â Yoongi sighs sympathetically. His hands move to Hoseokâs hair, his go-to move for comforting him, and he pushes all the loose strands back from his face, tucking them behind Hoseokâs ears after every few sneezes.Â
âUghhhh,â Hoseok moans congestedly when he finally catches a break, slumping back against the couch. Yoongi keeps one hand moving through his hair and uses the other to pluck a tissue out from the box and hand it over. Hoseok closes his puffy eyes, blows his nose, and then lets Yoongi take the used tissue and tuck another one into his grip without looking. They repeat the process a few times, Hoseok too exhausted to open his eyes as he blows his nose.
Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook appear a few minutes later, arms full of all kinds of shit that make Yoongi raise his eyebrows in suspicionâ especially Taehyung, who hangs back a little, hands hidden behind him.
âBless you, hyung,â Taehyung says when Hoseok greets the maknaes with a tired smile and four itchy-sounding sneezes. âJungkookie told us you had a bad time at the mall.âÂ
âOur poor sunshine-hyung,â Jimin coos as he plops down onto the couch next to Hoseok, cuddling up against his side and reaching up to smooth his hair back from his face when Yoongi pulls his hand away. He keeps his fingers moving through Hoseokâs hair even when he scrunches up his red nose, cups a hand over his mouth, and sneezes tiredly, his head bobbing forward just slightly. âOur sneezy sunshine-hyung,â Jimin amends with a giggle.
âHobi-hyung, we brought some stuff,â Jungkook announces vaguely. He has a blanket tucked over one arm and mug in his other hand. He sets both down on the coffee table and settles on Hoseokâs other side, reaching into the pocket of his hoodie to pull out a small box. He sets that on the table too, and Yoongi sees that itâs Jungkookâs own allergy medication that he takes on days when the pollen count is especially high.Â
âHeâs not due for more medicine for another couple of hours,â Yoongi says. âHe just took some.â
âI know, but I brought the good stuff for later. No offense, Yoongi-hyung, but this will work way better than what you gave him.â Â
âIâll take a double dose, I donât care,â Hoseok murmurs, leaning into Jiminâs touch.Â
âNo,â Jimin and Yoongi reply in unison, and Jungkook frowns defensively.
âIâll give him the good stuff later. When heâs due for it,â he promises.Â
Taehyung clears his throat. âYoongi-hyung, are you gonna hang out with us? OrâŚyou could go get some work done, if you need to. We can keep Hobi-hyung company.â
Yoongi narrows his eyes, looking between the three younger men.
âI can take a hint,â he says after a moment. âGuess youâre in good enough company for now,â Yoongi says to Hoseok, standing up from his spot. He leans down and kisses Hoseokâs forehead, then looks between the three maknaes again. âCome get me if you need anything.â
As soon as Yoongi disappears down the hallway, Taehyung shuffles forward, arms still behind his back. He brings them forward and Hoseok sees that heâs holding a sealed box of tissues.
âNo way!â Jungkook nearly shouts, and Taehyung slaps a hand over his mouth.
âShh! I stole these from Yoongi-hyungâs room,â Taehyung whispers. âHe thinks I donât know he keeps these hidden from us, but I do.â
âWait,â Jimin says, leaning forward. âThose are the good tissues. The soft, lotion-y ones.â
âYep,â Taehyung says proudly, offering the box out to Hoseok.
âHow did you know where those were hidden?â Jungkook asks. He helps Hoseok open the box, and Hoseok is able to grab a tissue out just in time for a couple of sneezes.
âHTCHSHâiii! HIIISH-uh!â
âBless you, hyungâ Jungkook says, snuggling back up against Hoseokâs side.
âI know because Iâve used them before,â Taehyung explains. âOne timeâŚwell, let's just say I accidentally snorted some pepperâ donât ask me how, I know it sounds dumb,â he says. âAnyway, Yoongi-hyung let me use them because I was sneezing so loud and he thought I was gonna sneeze my brains out. He felt guilty because he was kind of the one who left the pepper onâŚwaitâ nevermindâ pretend I didnât tell you that part.â
âIâm sorry, what?â Jimin asks incredulously.Â
Jungkook, already laughing, says, âHow does that even happen? How do you âaccidentallyâ snort pepper? What was Yoongi-hyung doing with the pepper?âÂ
Taehyung looks down the hallway nervously, hunching down a little and lowering his voice again. âStop asking questions! Please just forget I said any of that. Donât tell Yoongi-hyung I told you any of that,â he warns. âThe point is, these will feel so much better on your nose, Hobi-hyung. Trust me!â
âYou do need something gentler,â Jimin says, reaching out to rub the tissue thatâs sticking out the new box with his fingertips. âOoh, these are soft.âÂ
âYeah,â Jungkook says, leaning in close to Hoseokâs face. âYour nose is so red already. Oh, that looks awful, hyung. Do you want me to go get my nose balm?â
âYou have a nose balm?â Jimin asks, at the same time that Taehyung says, âWhat the fuck is a nose balm?â
âItâs exactly what it sounds like,â Jungkook replies, rolling his eyes. âItâs for here.â He taps his fingers under his own nose, then brushes them over his nostrils in demonstration, scrunching up his face when the action is a little too ticklish for his sensitive nose. It makes his nostrils flare widely and Jimin laughs and reaches over to bat his hand away.
âYouâre too sensitive, Kookie, stop tickling yourself,â he says. âWe already have one sneezy person in this household.â Â
Hoseok flushes red and sniffs hard, scrubbing a finger under his nose. âUgh, I donât want to be the sneezy one in this household,â he groans.
âItâs okay, though, hyung. We donât mind that youâre sneezy. And it seems like itâs getting a little better now, right?â
Jimin snuggles back up to Hoseok and motions for the blanket, which Taehyung hands him. He tucks it around Hoseokâs shoulders, then pats the couch next to him for Taehyung to join him. Taehyung plasters himself to Jiminâs side with a happy hum.
âYeah, a little,â Hoseok agrees. âI donât know if I can cuddle right now,â he says sadly, sounding somehow even more congested. âI think Iâm just gonna keep sneezing for a bit longer.â
âThatâs okay, hyung,â Jungkook tells him. âWe donât mind sneezy cuddles. If you donât mind, that is. Weâll keep you company and try to distract you until itâs time for the good meds!âÂ
Hoseok is so desperate for relief that he ends up letting Jungkook talk him into taking the âgood medsâ a little early; the good meds, apparently, are Jungkookâs go-to meds specifically because they knock him out even when heâs having a bad allergy attack. Hoseok finds himself almost dizzy with the sudden drowsiness just minutes after taking them. He canât keep his eyes open for more than a few seconds by the time theyâre fully in his system.Â
Just before he drifts off, he feels a maddening tickle creeping up from somewhere near the back of his throat, climbing up through his sinuses and spreading throughout his nose so quickly it makes him gasp. The tickle is quick to make him sneeze, but it comes out pathetic and small, blocked by how stuffy his nose is and how sleepy his body is. As soon as he sneezes, heâs nodding off, tucked in the warm embrace of his blanket and Jiminâs arm around his shoulder, Taehyung blessing him softly on one side of him and Jungkook petting his hair from the other side.Â
Hoseok falls asleep snoring and wakes up so congested he almost forgets he can breathe through his mouth, and the momentary panic makes him flail around wildly for a good second before he remembers to suck in a lungful of air, coughing immediately on the exhale. Heâs still wrapped up in the blanket but the maknaes are gone. His entire face feels puffy and his nose feels stuffy and his throat is so dry it hurts.Â
He can hear voices in the kitchen, six of them, and he feels himself relax listening to them. He closes his eyes and starts to doze off again, but then he sniffles a little and it makes him need to sneeze.
âHhh! HihhhâŚhh-hh-hihhh! HnghhâŚâ
The sneeze toys with him, inching close to the edge before backing away, and Hoseok is left gasping and sniffling, runny-nosed and frustrated without the relief of an actual sneeze. He sniffs tentatively again, and the tickle returns sharply, making him blink rapidly and scramble for a handful of tissues.
âHhgh-PTCHâshuh!âÂ
The resulting sneeze is explosive and incredibly unsatisfying, but itâs also messy and the couple of tissues heâs holding are destroyed instantly. He blindly reaches for more tissues and cringes in disgust. When heâs done cleaning himself up, he blinks slowly a few times and then looks up to see Namjoon standing above him, holding out another tissue with a worried look on his face.
âThat perfume really fucked you up, huh?â He asks softly.
âI hate laveâder,â Hoseok groans miserably, accepting the tissue as his breath hitches desperately in anticipation of another sneeze. âHuhhhâŚhh-hhhâ! Hihh! Hihhâihhh-uhâ! Uh! Ugh, fugck!âÂ
Feeling like he could cry in frustration, Hoseok digs a fist into his itchy eyes and lets himself pout dramatically.Â
Namjoon catches his wrist and gently tugs his hand away. âDonât rub, youâll make it worse.â
âFugck. How caâd it get worse?âÂ
Namjoon sighs and cups the back of Hoseokâs neck, giving a gentle squeeze as he shoots Hoseok an apologetic look. âYeah, I guess it really canât. Do you feel up to eating something? Itâs dinner time.âÂ
Hoseok squints at the clock on the wall, but his eyes are too swollen and watery to really see it. âHow loâg was I asleep?â
âA couple of hours,â Namjoon confirms after checking his watch. âIâm surprised you even fell asleep with how sneezy you were earlier.âÂ
âJuâgkook gave bme the good stuff, appar-uhhhâŚhhh! Hih-ihh-uhh! AppareâtâŚhhhâŚhihhhâ!â
Namjoonâs hand stills on the back of his neck. He gasps, his breath hitching erratically, but the sneezes doesnât come out and he sighs loudly, unsatisfied.
âFugck. Bme.âÂ
Namjoon hums in amusement and hands him another tissue so he can blow his nose, and then he coaxes him up off the couch. He grabs the box of tissues to take to the table with him, tucking it under his arm as he shuffles behind Namjoon into the kitchen.
As soon as he sits at the table, Seokjin gives him a big glass of water and he gulps the entire thing down in seconds. Then, Yoongi is placing a bowl of hot, steaming soup in front of him, and Hoseok just leans over it for a moment, breathing in the steam and wishing he could smell it. Â
âI made yours mild. I didnât want the spices to irritate your sinuses further,â Yoongi says. âShould feel nice on your throat, too.â
Hoseok nods gratefully and picks up his spoon.
âAhhâ Taehyung gripes, sniffling frantically in between spoonfuls. âWhy didnât you give me the mild version too? This is so spicy.â
Hoseok chuckles and pushes his box of tissues across the table toward Taehyung, whoâs dabbing his sleeve under his streaming nose as he grumbles some more about the spice. Â
By the time heâs done eating, Hoseokâs congestion has cleared a little, but the sensation of having to sneeze has returned full force. He barely has time to ask for the tissues back from Taehyung before his breath is hitching, his eyes squeezing shut on their own. He turns partially away in his seat, grabbing a tissue from the box in preparation, but after a moment of waiting the sneeze doesnât come.
When he turns back to the table, everyone is looking at him.
âStill feeling sneezy, hyung?â Taehyung asks, eyebrows drawn together. Â
Hoseok nods. âYeah, kiâda. It wondât combe out.â
Jungkook frowns deeply. âOh, hyung, you sound so stuffy. Are you sure you donât wantâŚâ
Whatever Jungkook says next, Hoseok canât hear him. All he can focus on is the fact that he still has to sneeze, and his body is starting to sneeze, but then nothing comes of it. It happens twice in a row, his breath hitching wildly and his mouth opening and closing like a fish, but then heâs left looking like a fool when no sneeze comes out.Â
âCâmon,â Seokjin says eventually, hooking his arm through Hoseokâs elbow. âLetâs get you to bed. Weâll get the regular antihistamines,â he shoots Jungkook a look, âand a cool cloth for your eyes.â
Hoseok lets Seokjin guide him down the hallway, and heâs only a little surprised when they pass by all of the other bedrooms and head straight for the big bedroom at the end of the hallway. Technically, itâs Seokjin and Namjoonâs room, but itâs where they all end up more often than not. Heâs happy to be tucked right into the middle of the big bed while Seokjin fusses over him, applying a cool compress to his eyes and pulling the comforter up to his chin before he settles next to him and starts combing his fingers through his hair.
âIâm never letting you go to the mall again,â Seokjin says, a protective edge to his tone. âYou can stay inside the house and weâll bring you everything you could ever need.â
Hoseok barks out a laugh at that, imagining himself stuck inside of the house for the rest of his life, forbidden to leave lest he come into contact with an allergen.Â
âSounds awful,â he says.
Soon, the others join them in the bed after washing up and changing into pajamas. Itâs early, far too early to actually go to bed, but Namjoon turns on some quiet music and Taehyung and Jimin take turns telling jokes to keep Hoseokâs mind off his predicament.Â
âOhgod,â Hoseok suddenly gasps, lifting his head from the pillow. âNo, not a-againâŚhhhâŚâ
Jungkook, whoâs lying to his right, puts a comforting hand on his chest. âItâs okay, hyung,â he whispers. âJust take a deep breath, okay?â
Hoseok does, and as his chest expands, Jungkook starts to rub circles over his shirt.
âLie your head back down,â Jungkook instructs, his other hand coming up to brush Hoseokâs hair back from his forehead. âClose your eyes and just keep breathing as evenly as you can. Try to relax.âÂ
Even though everything in Hoseokâs body is screaming at him to tense up, he tries to do as Jungkook says, letting himself relax on his back. He takes a deep breath through his mouth, and then another, and as he breathes he focuses on the intense, growing tickle in his nose. At first, he thinks itâs going to be just that, a tickle and nothing else, but then it starts to spread in an itchy, almost burning way that he recognizes as the beginnings of an actual sneeze.
âHihhhâŚhuhâihhhâŚhh-hhâ! Hhhâ! Hhh-uhâHTCHSHâiii! HACHSH! Hhh-ATCHSH!âÂ
Hoseok canât help the loud moan he makes after heâs done sneezing, his eyes rolling up in relief as he finally, finally gets the last itch out of his sinuses with three big sneezes.
âFucking finally,â he huffs, not caring that he hears six different laughs in surround sound as he swipes a finger under his nose.
âAw, bless you, hyung,â Taehyung coos through his giggles. âThat sounded like you really needed that, huh?â
âWhen did Jungkook become the sneeze whisper?â Jimin teases, passing Hoseok a tissue.Â
âIâve had lots of practice with sneezes that wonât come out,â Jungkook replies with a small frown. âItâs so frustrating. It happens to me a lot.â Â
âYeah, it does happen to you a lot,â Yoongi notes, bringing his hand up to squeeze Jungkookâs shoulder. âI always feel so bad for you when it happens.âÂ
âPoor Jungkookie loses at least one sneeze every day,â Namjoon adds. âMakes sense that he knows how to deal with it.â
âYeah, like I said. Sneeze whisperer,â Jimin chuckles.Â
âHeâs a cute sneeze whisperer, though,â Taehyung smirks.
âI donât know whatâs cuterâ Jungkook sneezing, or Jungkookâs face after he loses a sneeze.â Seokjin grins at Jungkook. âHeâs just so cute either way.âÂ
âYeah,â Yoongi agrees. âHe is particularly cute when he sneezes.â
Jungkook squirms, his face flushing pink. âStop,â he whines softly, burying his face into his pillow.
âHey,â Taehyung whispers suddenly, and when they all glance over at him, he nods in Hoseokâs direction.Â
When they look at Hoseok, they see that heâs sound asleep, lips parted slightly as he breathes through his mouth, the air whistling slightly through his nose on each exhale.Â
Namjoon turns off the music, and they all cuddle closer together, cooing fondly at Hoseok when he snuffles in his sleep and rolls onto his side, one hand coming up to grab a fistful of Seokjinâs shirt as he snuggles against the older man.
âGood night, Hob-ah,â Seokjin whispers, pressing a kiss to Hoseokâs forehead and smiling down at him. âRest well.âÂ
44 notes
¡
View notes
Snow (Drabble)
Title: Snow
Word Count: 803
Summary: Written for one of my @btshurtcomfortprompts prompts- Yoongi sneezes when he gets cold.
âI swear to god, SeokjinââÂ
âYah! Thatâs Seokjin-hyung to you.âÂ
Namjoon practically growls and steps to the side, but Seokjin is fast and steps in the same direction, effectively trapping Namjoon up against a tree. Lightning fast, he dumps the handful of snow heâs holding down the back of Namjoonâs neck and then spins around and sprints away, leaving Namjoon yelping behind him.
âI would kill him,â Yoongi murmurs from his spot on the back steps. He pulls his hat down lower over his ears and tucks his mittened-hands underneath his armpits. Heâs freezing and just the thought of Seokjin putting snow on the back of his neck has him shivering violently.Â
Taehyung giggles next to him and wraps an arm around his shoulder, rubbing up and down in an attempt to transfer a little warmth. âYeah, you would.â
Yoongi sniffles and leans into Taehyungâs side. He turns his head, looking at the younger manâs face with a small frown. âYou really shouldnât be out here, Tae. Youâre just getting over your cold.âÂ
âIâm fine! Also, I promised Jungkook I would throw a snowball at Jimin for him and I couldnât break my promise.âÂ
Taehyung dismisses him with a wave of his hand, glancing back at the window where Jungkookâs frame is pressed up against the glass. Yoongi looks back too; Jungkook had fallen asleep watching them from inside, deep in the throes of the head cold he caught from Taehyung. He had pouted and pouted at not being let outside to play outside in the snow with the rest of them until Hoseok had wrapped him up in blankets and guided him to the window seat with a cup of hot cocoa and a promise to cuddle when they all got back inside, and that, along with Taehyungâs promise to get revenge on Jimin for eating the last cookie via snowball attack was what finally made Jungkook relent. He was miserable and sleepy as they shuffled out into the snow and by the time the first snowball was thrown, he was already sound asleep.
Yoongi smiles fondly at the way Jungkookâs cheek is pressed up against the window, his nose bright red and his mouth open with what are surely very loud snores. Their poor maknae has really been suffering from the illness, his sensitive nose especially, and Yoongi thinks he can kind of understand Jungkookâs misery as his own nose tingles and runs due to the frigid air. Â
âHh-HSHCHâihh! Hihhâ! HhhhâCHIEW!âÂ
Taehyung startles slightly at Yoongiâs sneezes, and then twists sideways to face him more directly, eyebrows furrowing with concern.
âAnd what about you, hyung? Youâve been sneezing ever since you got out here.âÂ
âItâs just cold out here,â Yoongi murmurs, swiping his mitten under his nose before sniffling wetly.Â
âWhat if you caught our cold?âÂ
âMm, itâs your cold. Donât drag Jungkookie into this.âÂ
Taehyung bites his lip, eyes narrowed as he studies Yoongi intently for a few moments longer. Eventually, he shrugs and turns back to watch the others. âI didnât mean to give Kookie my cold,â he mumbles, voice so quiet Yoongi barely catches it.
âI know, Tae,â Yoongi reassures, and now itâs him wrapping his arm around Taehyungâs shoulder. âI was just teasing.âÂ
âIf you get too cold, we should really go inside,â Taehyung responds softly. Heâs still biting his lip and across the meadow, Jimin has stopped chasing after Seokjin, gaze locked on Taehyung like he can sense something is wrong with his soulmate.Â
A minute later, Jimin is striding over. His cheeks are bright pink and he stops in front of Taehyung, glancing at Yoongi before squatting down.
âYou okay, TaeTae? You should get back inside before you get sick again. You just got over your cold.â Jimin looks over at Yoongi again. âYou too, hyung. Your nose and ears are all red.â   Â
Yoongi grunts, but the warmth inside sounds incredibly appealing right about now. Itâs snowing again, tiny snowflakes falling around them, and one lands directly on the tip of Yoongiâs nose. He sniffles, wiggling his nose back and forth, and then his nostrils flare wide. âhrRSHSH-eh!â
âOkay, hyung,â Taehyung chuckles, tugging Yoongi up. âLetâs go inside. Hobi-hyung promised Jungkookie cuddles and I bet we can get in on the action too.âÂ
âGo get inside and get warm,â Jimin urges. âIâll get the others.â
By the time the rest of them make it inside, they find Taehyung, Jungkook and Yoongi nestled in a pile of blankets, patiently waiting for their cuddles with Hoseok. Jungkook is already back asleep, snoring softly where heâs tucked against Yoongiâs side. Taehyung pulls Jimin, Seokjin and Namjoon into the bed too, and they wrap themselves around each other, laughing when Jungkook wakes up long enough to grab Hoseokâs arm and tug him closer before drifting off to sleep again.
29 notes
¡
View notes
i miss jin and hobi
Me too Anon. Me toođ
6 notes
¡
View notes
Call Me What I Am
In which Jimin has to take an immediate leave from work.
Whump-centric featuring an injured Jimin and a stubborn Yoongi. (plus a little allergic!Yoongi as a treat)
Word count: 3032
FlowerShop!AU Part 5
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
a/n: Hi, all! Iâm so excited but so incredibly nervous to be back with my first full-length fic in awhile. I feel so unbelievably rusty, and Iâm really hoping that doesnât reflect too much in my writing. Iâm so beyond appreciate of those of you that have been so kind to me while I took a much longer than anticipated hiatus. But Iâm happy to be back! The featured flower for this installment is a black dahlia. Points if you know what types of emotions they represent! This is my first ever fic on this blog that doesnât involve illness, and is my first injury fic period. It required me to do a bit of research, so I hope I did the story justice! Please let me know if you guys end up liking this one xx thanks for reading!
-
It had only taken Jimin a few months to realize that there truly was no-one out there quite like Min Yoongi.
Granted, he had expected so from the very beginning. There was just something about the tattoo artist that continued to draw Jimin in the more they spent their time together. Each date would seem better than the last, and Jimin found himself more times than not planning out what the two could do on their next outing before the current one had even finished. But despite the unbridled amounts of joy they would experience together, there was something about Yoongi that had been on Jiminâs mind for quite some time now.
For one reason or another, the tattooer did not want to call him his âboyfriendâ.
Keep reading
53 notes
¡
View notes
Hi i love you're story and i just follow you i have question do you open for request cause I have request
Hey! Welcomeâ¨â¨
I'm always keen to see requests, and I have a few that I'm busy writing now. But feel free to send in if you want to!!!
That being said please don't expect requests to be out immediately đ
I am a uni student and I don't always have the time to write as much as I want to...
I also would recommend reading through my Pinned 'about me' post to see what I'm okay with writing (if you haven't already). I have had people request things before that I'm really not comfortable writingđ
and I always feel bad having to decline them but yeah...
But yes, long story shortâ¨đ you can request things if you want!
4 notes
¡
View notes
Just wanted to pop in and say how much I loved your magic!au!!!! Would love to see more from this universe if youâre ever up for it đ thank you for sharing!!!! Iâm going to go read it again lol
đśđ
Not an actual legend pulling up here. ... đś welcome⨠I reread your fics literally all the time, you are amazing đ
I definitely have a lot more in this universe I just need to finish writing themđ
but I'm glad you liked it! ⨠I always love to be reminded that people do read theseđ
3 notes
¡
View notes
đâ¤â¨you guys...
My heart is so warm, this is so sweetâ¤
An absolutely underrated fic writer is @blu-archer! They make some amazing hybrid and sick fics. They're so comforting and sweet!
đ
10 notes
¡
View notes
holy shit your namgi fic was such an incredible read. you're so talented i'm honestly jealous of how good you are at writing. all the little details were so great and the dialogue was just so namgi. it was so lovely and i hope you continue writing. i appreciate and support you!
đĽşđ
This was so sweetâ¨đ¤ thank you so much anon, and thank you for the support! This made my heart so warmâ¨
I never feel like what I write is worth any attention and it honestly baffles me that there are people that enjoy it đ
so I'm always surprised at nice comments like this... but this encourages me to keep writing even when I think I'm not good enough, so thank you!
There is much love for youđ
*
I still have more requests that I am currently writing, I just have a habit of rewriting the same requests over and over again until I think they're okay𼲠like there is a taegi one that I have rewritten at least four times, and maybe going for a fifth but hopefully I will finish it soon for you guysđ
I know it's been a while since it was requested..
But it will be done, I appreciate the patience and support from all of you lovely people!â¨
3 notes
¡
View notes
....
This was more fun than I thought it would be...
okay fuck it I'm making my own picrew post
I don't remember if this one's been passed around snzblr before but here's the link
119 notes
¡
View notes
Yoongi has the sniffles
Title: Yoongi has the sniffles
Word Count: 1,381
Summary: Yoongi definitely isnât coming down with a cold, but if he was, heâs got a lot of people to take care of him. OT7 platonic or poly, depending on how you read, and I decided to use some details from a lakehouse au Iâm working on for AO3 :) Written for the prompt below!
Prompt: yoongi denying having a cold but the other members taking care of him and him just accepting it because he secretly likes it
A/N: thank you @bts-snz for your prompt and your kind words <3Â
ps. I tried to think of a title for way too long before I finally gave up đ
Itâs a chilly, peaceful morning on the lake, everything quiet and still except for a couple of ducks swimming near the shore. The weather is changing, leaves on the trees just beginning to change colors. Yoongi shuffles out onto the wraparound porch and takes his usual spot facing east. He cradles his mug of coffee close to his chest. Itâs cold outside, colder than he prepared for, so heâs just in a t-shirt and sweatpants, and he shivers a little, sniffling and tucking his feet underneath him to keep his feet warm.Â
This part of his day is always his favorite. He loves to be awake before everyone else, loves how quiet the world can be when everyone else is asleep. He sits out on the porch looking out over the lake for a good hour most mornings, sometimes reading but sometimes just taking in the serenity of it all.
About thirty minutes later, the front door opens, and Yoongi hears footsteps approaching. He doesnât have to look to know itâs Jimin, whoâs probably just-awake and nursing his own cup of coffee. Sure enough, Jimin rounds the corner a second later, wrapped up in a thick blanket, hair sticking up in all directions.Â
âMorning, hyung,â he says, yawning. âItâs cold out today.â
âMmm.âÂ
Jimin settles next to him, eyeing his short sleeves. Yoongi snifflesâ he canât stop sniffling. The cold air is making his nose run and itâs numbing his ears and his nose and his cheeks. Â
âHSHCH-eh!âÂ
Yoongi sniffs hard, and he and Jimin blink at each other, both surprised by the sudden sneeze.
âAre you coming down with a cold or something?â Jimin tilts his head to one side, worried. He stands, taking the blanket off and wrapping it around Yoongiâs shoulders instead. âI have some vitamin C tablets you can take.â
âNo, Iâm fine,â Yoongi quickly denies, but Jimin is already hurrying inside. Â
He reappears only a few minutes later with Yoongiâs water bottle, a vitamin C tablet, and a couple of throat lozenges. He sets them wordlessly on the small table to Yoongiâs left, and then gives him a quick kiss to the top of his head before heading back inside.Â
When Yoongi goes back into the house ten minutes later, heâs surprised to see that Namjoon isnât reading at the kitchen table like he usually is. Instead, heâs walking through the living room with three boxes of tissues in his arms, depositing them around like they regularly keep three boxes of tissues in the living room alone, and when he realizes someone is watching him he freezes, eyes wide.Â
âGood morning, hyung,â he eventually says with a sheepish smile.
He carries the last tissue box into the kitchen and places it on the kitchen table, blushing a little, and Yoongi wants to tease him, wants to make him explain why heâs putting tissues in the kitchen, except he could really use a tissue right about now.
So, after Namjoon settles back at the table with his coffee and his book, Yoongi plucks a tissue from the box and sniffles into it. Namjoon doesnât look up from his book, but the corners of his mouth turn up just slightly, his dimples appearing.
Yoongi can tell that Jimin has already spread rumors about the cold that heâs definitely not coming down with to everyone else, because when Seokjin shuffles into the kitchen to make breakfast, he first makes a cup of tea. He places the cup in front of Yoongi, even though he already has his coffee, and then picks up Yoongiâs water bottle to refill it even though itâs still more than half full.Â
âThanks,â Yoongi says with a sigh, rolling his eyes, but when he sips the tea it feels good on his throatâ he must have been thirstier than he realized.Â
As everyone trickles into the kitchen for breakfast, which Seokjin is making on the stove, Yoongi still feels cold. He hasnât quite warmed up all the way yet, and he realizes heâs shivering a little even after drinking all of the hot tea. When Jungkook makes a beeline for him and gives him a back hug, Yoongi knows exactly what heâs doing, but heâs not going to say anything because the warmth from Jungkookâs hug feels heavenly.Â
âMorning, hyung,â Jungkook says, hooking his chin over Yoongiâs shoulder. He nuzzles into the side of Yoongiâs neck and his face feels nice and warm.
âMorning, Kook,â Yoongi replies as he tries to suppress another shiver.Â
Breakfast is ready shortly after. Jungkook groans about having to let go of Yoongi and sit properly at the table, but he does, scooting his chair close so he can press himself right up against Yoongiâs side. Yoongi is touched, if a little suspicious, by the extra affection. Jungkook is always very tactile, but usually when itâs meal time, he focuses on food and food alone.
Taehyung comes and drops himself into Jungkookâs lap after breakfast.
âHyung,â he says, leaning over so he can rest his head on Yoongiâs shoulder. âWill you come watch a movie with me?âÂ
âI have work to do,â Yoongi says automaticallyâ he has no idea if he actually has work to do or not. Taehyung gives him his best pout, and over his shoulder, Jungkook gives him a little pout too.
âBut itâs Saturday,â Taehyung protests. âLetâs be lazy!â
Yoongi doesnât really have it in him to fight it. He follows Taehyung to the living room and finds Hoseok already on the couch in a nest of blankets, smiling in their direction with such cheeriness that Yoongi canât help but smile back. Hoseok pats the couch next to him, and he sits down, sinking into the comfortable cushion with a sigh. Taehyung sits on his other side, and the two of them lean into him, cuddly and warm.
They start the movie, and Jungkook comes into the living room a few minutes later, sitting at Yoongiâs feet so he can lean back against his legsâ he always claims he likes to sit on the floor to watch movies, something Yoongi and his back do not agree with.Â
The longer Yoongi just sits there, the more exhausted he feels. His body is heavy, and a little achy, and he still hasnât really warmed up, not even with Hoseokâs and Taehyungâs body heat on either side of him. His nose also hasnât stopped running, and itâs starting to become a problem. He can only sniffle so much, and heâs already holding back on that because he doesnât want to draw attention to himself. But eventually, it gets to be too much, and the next time he sniffles, two things happen: First, his drippy nose just keeps on dripping instead of stopping, and second, the sharp intake of air makes his nose tickle, so suddenly and so intensely that he knows heâs going to sneeze and heâs not going to be able to stop it.Â
He canât help the involuntary whimper that he makes at how rapidly the sneeze builds, or the way his breath hitches wildly against his control. Heâs embarrassed that both sounds catch everyoneâs attention, but itâs enough for Jungkook to grab a tissue from the conveniently placed tissue box from the coffee table and twist around to offer it to him, and just in time.
âHSHCHâiew! HuhhâŚhrRSHSH-eh!â
âAh! Buh-less you,â Hoseok says, a little startled even with the slight warning.Â
Jungkook places the entire box of tissues into Taehyungâs lap so theyâre within Yoongiâs reach. Jungkook, Taehyung and Hoseok are all sharing looks with each other, but Yoongi is suddenly too tired to care. He grabs another tissue from the box and holds it to his nose, sniffling. Â
Between Jungkookâs warm back against his legs, Taehyung curled up on his left side, and Hoseok petting his hair back in soft, soothing motions, he doesnât stand a chance to make it to the end of the movie; he starts to fall asleep sitting almost completely upright, and heâs only vaguely aware of someone pulling his hand away from his nose and easing the used tissue out of his fingers, and then someone dabbing at his runny nostrils with a fresh tissue, and then he surrenders to the pull of sleep feeling very loved and cared for.
47 notes
¡
View notes
Only fools catch colds
Sickie; Joon
caretaker; Yoongi
a/u - based in that universe where magic and hybrids and all that fun stuff exist, and takes place before any of the other fic's in the universe so we have rm/yoongi roommates living daily life I guess.
No warnings, its all very standard. I don't really know what to label it as..
Purely platonic with the mention of NamJin.
Also did I make Yoongi mildly germophobic - maybe. But read it as you will.
Please enjoy and ignore the usual mistakes! Sorry it's a bit rushed![I am sick and sleep deprived, so it might not be greatđ]
word count: 3499
***
Business was slow. Not that anything related to part timing in this half assed antique store was fast, but it was definitely slower than usual. Namjoon had been sitting at the register for the past 2 hours trying to prep materials for potions that he needed to make later and the pounding in his head had yet to ease off despite already having two caffeine fixes since clocking in.
His neck and back ached, most likely from this god-awful stool, and it took all his will power not to text his boyfriend -who unlike him- had a fulltime job and was busy doing âproper adultingâ things. So he didnât really want to disturb Jin, instead he was counting the seconds until Yoongi would arrive to drive them home. He would still technically be on working hours when he goes since he would be brewing potions for clients (a side gig that him and his roommate had recently started up once theyâd left the Academy) but at least heâd be at home. Warm, clean, and far more peaceful than any other place heâd ever visited ever since Yoongi spelled the apartment to suppress any unnecessary sounds.Â
He sighed, taking a moment to massage at his temple even though it didnât ease any of the pain. He could hear the shop owner rummaging in the back of the store and the sounds of cars and wind bellowing from outside. Everything sounding louder.
He was bagging up the last of his herbs, dusting off the small bits he couldnât scoop up when he had to pause with a sudden stuttering breath before crunching towards his lap with a surprisingly damp sneeze. Sniffling with a frown, he rubbed his nose once everything was bagged but was unable to relieve the itch that had rapidly buried itself in his sinuses.Â
The fine dust clinging to some of his ground materials must finally be catching up to him. He didnât have any allergies, not like how Yoongi reacted to dust, but it still left him irritated at times. Now, apparently , even more so than usual. Just one more thing to go against him today it seems.
The gentle âdingâ of the shop door opening had his heart skip with the hope of leaving, but he was only met with a wind tousled customer. The first since heâd replaced his boss in the front that morning. Usually heâd be excited for some new interactions to distract him from how positively boring it can get, but he found himself having to force his smile towards the new face as he watched them casually stroll around the store.
âNamjoon-ah?â His boss called from the small office. âCan you run upstairs to storage and grab some of the new stock that got sent in? Thereâs some glassware and other collectables in quite large crates, I forgot to mention it earlier.â
Of course he would be given work right before he wanted to leave.
He quickly shoved his bagged materials into his satchel and moved to the storage room after letting his boss know to keep an eye in the front.
It thankfully wasnât a lot of work, just seven crates that were a lot heavier than they looked, but he was lucky enough that he didnât have to shelve and price them as well. That of course did nothing to ease his aching muscles and the irritation that the musky air and dust was causing to his sinuses. By the time heâd reached the last crate, he had been forced to start sniffing and rubbing his nose with his wrist to keep his need to sneeze at bay. The last thing he needed was to sneeze when carrying glass down a flight of stairs â he was clumsy enough as it was.
 He had raced through and made it to the office without too much of a falter, dropping the final crate off before he could finally cave. He stared breathlessly into the sharp florescent light until he pitched forward into a fit of harsh sneezes.
âDust bothering you?â
Sniffling, he nodded sheepishly at his boss who had peeked their head in. He hadnât meant for the sneezes to come out quite so aggressively and his throat wasnât feeling too great after that. His head was also aching a little worse than before⌠The stuffy air of the store seemed dead set on affecting him today.
âWell, itâs a bit early still but your friend is here already so you can clock out and head home if you want?â
âAre you sure?â He asked, wincing at slight hoarseness seeping into his voice.
âPositive. I can handle the rest, then Iâll see you on Friday again. Get some rest, Namjoon-ah.â His boss smiled. âI know we arenât always the busiest, but you work hard, you deserve a break sometimes.â
Namjoon had a feeling they were talking about resting from his other work as well, but unfortunately that wasnât a possibility right now.
âThanks, Iâll see you on Friday then.â He rushed through signing out and grabbed his bag from behind the counter, just barely seeing Yoongiâs familiar bleached blond hair gradually moving in between the shelves of books in the far corner. The warlock had made it a habit to unconsciously search for spell books whenever he saw a collection of books anywhere, even if Namjoon was sure that nothing the antique store owned had anything to do with magic.
âHey Yoongi.â He greeted as he found his friend. The warlock blinked, then placed the book he held back on the shelf.
âHey. The carâs out front, there was actually parking there for once.â
Namjoon was grateful that they at least didnât have to walk far in the wind. Sure he had dressed for the cold weather but he kind of wanted to avoid any unnecessary factors as much as possible.
âLetâs go. I need to get started on some spells as soon as possible. I have everything bagged and ready.â
That put some more speed into Yoongi as they gave a final wave back to Namjoonâs boss before exiting into the cold and running for the car.
*
It was halfway through the drive home when Yoongi finally couldnât take it anymore. He had brushed the first few sniffles off as a reaction from the cold, but they had only progressively continued, and he could only take so much.
âAre you getting sick or something?â
âHuh?â
âYou. Sick. Are you?â He asked bluntly as he sharply took a corner.
Namjoon shook his head. âIâm fine. I think I breathed in some dust from my dried materials and its been irritating my nose a bit.â
Yoongi arched a brow, sparing the witch a single glance before returning his attention to the road. He didnât see how it could still be irritating him, but alas, he would drop it. With a single tap of his finger on the wheel, the glove compartment dropped open to reveal all the random scraps of things that he hadnât bothered to clean out of his car yet.
âThereâs tissues in there somewhere. Please blow your nose before you drive me insane.â
The words were abrupt, but Namjoon was familiar enough with the warlock to know that his friend was at least a little concerned. Although, the knowledge didnât stop him from flushing with embarrassment and sheepishly begin searching through the pages until he found a fresh packet of travel tissues, quickly following through on the demand. It helped a little. Namjoon felt a bit more relieved than he had earlier, but he couldnât help but question the subtle burn that spread through his sinuses.
Maybe he was getting sick⌠but that surely wasnât possible. He was constantly taking health potions to prevent that, so it had to have been something else. He couldnât be sick... But there was nothing against keeping the tissues a bit closer just in case his materials were to set him off later again.
*
They had barely been home for two hours and Yoongi was already calling the workday a colossal loss. He couldnât focus on the intricate magic that he needed for some of their commissions when there was a mess of a witch attempting to craft just across the room throwing him off with all his barely muffled noises and bad vibes. Even on the best days they struggled to work in the same space at the same time, but Yoongiâs patience was running thin, and they didnât have the supplies to waste on failed magic.
He'd asked Namjoon earlier when they had first started working if he was certain that he felt alright because frankly, he was looking a little peaked. And what did that dumb witch respond with? That he was fine. Like a liar.
How was he âfineâ when he had started to religiously dab at his nose or clear his throat while brewing. Heâd never been bothered by the concoctions before, why would now be any different?
The final straw was the sneeze that had ripped out of the younger. Heâd successfully twisted away from his work but unfortunately managed to knock one of his completed potions straight off of his shelf with his elbow. It had shattered with a finality that just could not be ignored any longer.
Yoongi didnât feel even a little bit bad at the exhausted glare he received when he used his magic to aggressively finger snap his projects back into their organised casings before he stormed from his work desk and out of the room. If Namjoon wanted to lie to himself then fine, but not at the cost of their main source of income. Honestly it would have been smarter for him to rest and let Yoongi do his work first since creating potions and charms didnât rely as much on energies as it did on the three mâs â âmaterials, methods, and measurementsâ â which seemed to embody witchcraft.
But since the witch he had once considered a genius was being too stubborn to see that his symptoms werenât quite adding up to what he had believed them to be, then Yoongi would just have to be the one to step away to work on a new project. The Kim Namjoon care package.
Step one: to the kitchen Their cupboards were practically bare, with the exception of instant ramen soâŚ
Step one: to the grocery store, and then the kitchen.
*
Namjoon couldnât remember a time where his head had ever felt so heavy. He had taken a moments break at his workstation to just rest his chin in the palm of his hand while his next batch of potions brewed and now he didnât think heâd be able to lift it when the necessary moment arrived. He would have most likely fallen asleep if it hadnât been for the slamming of their front door a little while back â Yoongi must have returned from wherever he had run off too.
Yet that still didnât help him in trying to finish his work. It was as if his energy was being suctioned out of his body and was being replaced with the burning desire close his eyes and succumb to dreams or to fight losing battles against his increasingly irritated sinuses and need to find tissues. He hadnât, obviously. That would mean heâd need to get up and that only returned Iâm to his first problem at hand. So heâd been using his shirts sleeve to lazily wipe or shield his work from any mess, and his nose not very forgiving for it. He didnât need to look at his rippling reflection in his potion to know that his nose had taken on deep pink hue, that was only reddening further with each sniffle.
This definitely wasnât a lingering effect of some allergy or dust, and he wasnât looking forward to annoyed âI knew itâ face when he finally admitted defeat. Not that the warlock would rub it in, but Namjoon didnât particularly like not being right â especially about himself. Which is why he had continued working even when he knew he should most likely stop, Soekjin had always teased him about his fragile pride. Well his boyfriend probably wouldnât tease him now. Tell him off and completely isolate him from anything productive? That seemed more likely.
Namjoon gave a half-hearted groan and shifted enough to be able stir the gradually thickening solution. He couldnât quite remember if this was one that was supposed to be a thick consistency, but he sure hoped so. Or else this was going to be all for nothing. He readied his glass jars and then waited a few more minutes before pulling himself to his feet and giving the potion one final stir.
The pairing of the sharply sweet scent and constant wave of steam was making a mess of him. Namjoon had failed to turn away or cover a few too many times at this point but â as unprofessional as this may be â he just couldnât bring himself to care anymore. His sniffling didnât stop his nose from running like a faucet as he moved with great effort to try and fill the jars without spilling too much, and even that was asking too much. One surprise sneeze mid pour was all it took for a bit of his potion to seep over the brim of a jar and splatter onto his desk and floor. Another had him knocking over one of the full bottles, then there were hands taking pot and fussily pushing him away into his chair.
Namjoon sneezed the third and â hopefully â final time into his sleeved palms, sniffling deeply and only then looking up to see Yoongi finishing off the bottling with precise ease. Heâd made a huge mess, not only of himself but also of their small workspace. The bottle that he had pushed off managed to splatter widely across the floor, even creeping into Yoongiâs side of the room, joining the previous potion heâd knocked off earlier, and his worktable hadnât been such a mess since his academy days. He was making rookie mistakes.
âWhat exactly were you trying to make here Joon?â Yoongi muttered, squinting with disgust at the gloopy, pale mixture as he sealed them all. He tried his best to avoid getting any mess on himself but there wasnât much he could do to avoid it at this point.
The witch wiped at his aching nose with whatever embarrassment he could gather. âIdâs suâposed to increhhâHâNXGSHH â ugh, increase confidence and suh-ahh.. snfff. Success rades.â
âRaids?â
âRades.â Namjoon muffled a cough and rolled his eyes. âIâm congesded, shud up.â
Yoongi didnât even try to hold back his chuckle. Sure this had all escalated into something annoying and he still thought it would have gone better if Namjoon had just been honest from the beginning, but it was still a little funny. In the delusional mess of things.
âTo be honest Joon,â Yoongi gave everything a once over, finally settling on the poor state of his friend. âI think the only thing this batch is going to be successful for is maybe purposely getting someone sick. Its not the same as the previous ones youâve made, its not even the same colour.â
Namjoon sighed; he wasnât  surprised. âI did sdeeze in id more than I should have.â
âThat is disgusting. Please leave this house immediately.â
He was sure Yoongi had meant it to be at least a little humorous, but he just didnât have the energy to laugh along. Everything ached and he just wanted to close his eyes and wake up once everything was over and gone.
âHey, hey. Donât go to sleep here, seriously.â Yoongi shook him into awareness, wincing at having to be breathing in his friends germs. He grabbed Namjoonâs arm and led him carefully around the mess of potion and glass and out of the room. âI made you some soup, but I think you should take a bath first. I feel like I should take a bath. My skin is crawling just looking at you.â
Yoongi barely made out the muttered apology as he shoved Namjoon into their tiny bathroom. âDonât apologise. Just get better, you know I donât do well at this whole âsickâ thing.â Although he definitely handled it a lot better than he used too.Â
Yoongi got to work on running a bath, making sure to drop a health potion as well as some menthol dissolvent that Soekjin had made them buy ages ago the last time one of them was sick. He tried to drown out the sounds of Namjoon blowing his nose or coughing into his hand by focusing on the water and his tasks, but he still felt like he needed to disinfect himself. Probably their whole apartment at this point.
âOkay, Iâm going to leave it to you.â He switched off the water, stood up and turned to his friend who was looking even more pitiful in the bright light. âJust check the temperature, I think it can go warmer, but I need to go clean our workshop before it becomes a hazzard. Iâll go fetch you some new clothes as well, so just hop in, okay?â He gave Namjoon a once over. âDo you need my help getting undressed?â
âDno.â Namjoon slowly dragged his shirt off, over his head. He shivered at the open air on his skin but otherwise seemed awake enough to handle himself.
âOkay, well. Scream if you need me.â
*
It had taken longer than he had wanted to clean up the mess his friend had made, but they had made it a rule to not use their magic or craft in each otherâs immediate workspaces. It probably wouldnât even make much of a significant difference, but Yoongi wasnât going to go against the rules theyâd laid down when theyâd first moved in together. Space was limited so it was best to respect it no matter the circumstances. It definitely hadnât been fun though.
If he never touched that potion another day in his life it would be too soon. Heâd left the bottles on Namjoonâs shelf after marking them as unusable with his reasoning being a simple âcontaminatedâ and receded immediately to the kitchen sink to scrub the residual potion from his hands. The mixture probably wouldnât have any effect on him, but he preferred not to think about how much of it had already seeped into his skin. He was already mapping out a lengthy lecture to give his roommate as soon as he was feeling better â although he had a feeling he wouldnât get very far in the delivery before Namjoonâs boyfriend would but in like some type of defence lawyer. Jin had a weird way of knowing when his attitude was needed, even in the most unserious of events.
âYoongi?â
He turned his head enough to see Namjoon sleepily pad into the kitchen, clothed in the fresh pyjamas and extra sweater Yoongi had slipped through to him earlier. The witch was a bit worse for wear, almost a complete 180 from the collected Namjoon Yoongi had said goodbye to that morning before Namjoon had left for work.
âYouâre alive, colour me surprised.â Yoongi smiled, wiping off his hands on a dish towel before moving on to get some bowls. âI made seaweed soup with some rice, then you should probably take some medicine and go sleep this off.â
Namjoon nodded, not up for any real conversation as he slumped onto the couch that served entirely as their living room and dining area. And honestly, Yoongi didnât blame him.
Once he was finished dishing up the food, he set the bowls down in Namjoonâs lap and pulled a small table closer in case he needed to put them on a more stable surface at some point. Then with a wave of his hand â the burst of warm magic surging through him both soothing and energising â he materialised one of their thicker blankets and some of the new softer tissues that he preferred and dumped them on the seat next to the witch.
 âYou made my momâs soup.â Namjoon sniffed as he sipped at the broth and Yoongi hoped that it was mostly because of the steam. He couldnât deal with a sentimental witch on top of a sick one. Especially if they were one in the same.
âItâs good soup.â Yoongi said bluntly, finally sitting down with his own bowl. Then added while handing out some tissues for the younger to take. âI thought it would make you feel better.â
 That brought a small smile to Namjoonâs lips as he replaced his bowl with the much-needed tissues. Already catching hot breath palm as he felt the tell-tale signs of a sneeze coming on. âYouâre the best, hyung.â
Yoongi wasnât quite sure, but as long as Namjoon finally took the time to rest and stopped spreading accidental chaos, then he was calling it a win.
36 notes
¡
View notes
@parkjiminie951013
Request ; "I personally like Yoongi's and Joon's relationship as they are Witch and warlock and maybe you can do before Yoongi met Jimin and Joon and Yoongi were roommates and Joon falls ill and Yoon takes care of him since Jin was his partner or just busy?
You do not need to take these requests I'm just thinking of things. I love your stories and I just hope you continue writing, you were my influence to start myself so I will just be happy if you continued to write."
-
So I finally finished this request you put in⨠which I'll post up now
I've been really busy lately with school so I haven't had much time to write anything...
but alas, in twist of events my friend got me sick so I was able to work some writing into my suddenly campus-free scheduleđ I also apologize if it sucks but yeah... hopefully it doesn'tđ
**I know I take a while to write sometimes, I'm just grateful that there are people that read it.. so thank you!
3 notes
¡
View notes