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your fav sniffling back their runny nose from being in the cold. coughing to clear their throat. hoping the tickle starting goes away, because it won’t be pretty if it gets worse.

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2. September 2023

think I fell in love before I even knew your birthday

Taking care of Jungkook comes as naturally as breathing does to Namjoon. (word count: 1,055)

🎵Euphoria - Jung Kook (you are the cause of my euphoria)

September 2023

The evening before Jungkook turns twenty-six, a thunderstorm rolls in, slowly turning the sky a gloomy gray. As rain begins to patter against the window, Namjoon sits with a book in his lap and settles in for a nice long reading session before Jungkook gets home.

When the front door opens less than ten minutes later, Namjoon startles. He cranes his neck, listening to the sound of Jungkook coming in with heavy footsteps and shoes squeaking against the floor.

“You’re home early,” he calls out, tucking his bookmark between the pages of his book and setting it on the table.

In the entryway, Jungkook is sniffling against a runny nose and unlacing his boots. He’s wet in just about every spot that hadn’t been covered by his raincoat. He shivers as he peels off most of his clothes right there in the entryway, scooping everything up into his arms to carry them straight to the washing machine.

Namjoon watches Jungkook bustle around, inexplicably following him around like a shadow– he’s not being very helpful, but Jungkookie doesn’t seem to mind. He starts his laundry and changes into warm clothes, tugging on one of Namjoon’s hoodies last before he heads to the bathroom to grab a towel for his hair.

Jungkook is still sniffly when he finally turns to Namjoon. “I’m so glad to be home,” he murmurs, pressing himself into Namjoon’s embrace, cuddling against Namjoon’s chest with a contented little sigh. “Missed you.” 

“I missed you too–”

Jungkook sneezes suddenly. His body jolts against Namjoon’s.

“You coming down with something?” Namjoon asks, frowning. He leans back to watch Jungkook tuck his hands into his hoodie pocket.

Jungkook’s nose scrunches up a little when he sniffles. “No. It’s just the change in weather.”

The thing is, Namjoon knows what Jungkook sounds like when the weather changes, just like he knows what Jungkook sounds like when he’s coming down with something.

“I was gonna suggest takeout tonight,” Namjoon sighs. “Maybe we should make something at home instead. Feels kinda like a soup night, doesn’t it?”

Jungkook rolls his eyes and slumps back against Namjoon’s chest. “I’m not sick!”

“Did you get caught in the rain on the way to work this morning, or just on the way home? Have you been sniffling like this all day?”

This earns an endearingly huffy whine from Jungkook, who turns on his heel and marches off down the hallway instead of replying.

They make soup together in the kitchen, with the radio blasting so loud it’ll surely piss off the neighbors. Although Jungkookie is in good spirits– great spirits, even, singing at the top of his lungs and dancing with Namjoon in the middle of the kitchen with a goofy smile on his face– Namjoon knows he’s not feeling his best by the way he keeps shuffling into the living room to blow his nose, growing more and more congested each time he returns.

When he returns from one such trip with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, Namjoon gently guides him to the kitchen table and sits him down in his chair. 

“I’ll set the table,” he announces, pressing a kiss to the top of Jungkook’s head. “Dinner is almost ready.” 

Taking care of Jungkook comes as naturally as breathing does to Namjoon. He doesn’t even have to think about it, most of the time. In moments like this, when Namjoon gets to wrap his arm around his baby and hand-feed him warm soup and kiss his pink-flushed cheeks, all he thinks about is how lucky he is to care for such a precious person.

After they eat, Namjoon fetches Jungkook a dose of cold medicine and sets it down on the table in front of him, along with a glass of water and a small gift wrapped in shiny gold paper.

“What’s this?” Jungkook asks, his voice sleepy. He picks up the box and squints at it in confusion. 

“I can’t wait,” Namjoon confesses, settling on the edge of his chair. “I know that tomorrow is your birthday, but…I’m going to explode if you don’t open this present right now.”

Jungkook’s face lights up. “I get an early birthday present?” 

Namjoon can hardly contain himself as he watches Jungkook carefully peel that wrapping paper back and open the box. He pulls out two rectangular pieces of paper and stares at them in confusion for a moment before his mouth drops open.

“You…you got tickets?!” Jungkook screeches, jumping up from his chair so fast he nearly falls over. “Joonie, you said– you said the tickets were sold out!” 

“I may have pulled a few strings,” Namjoon replies proudly. 

“These are real?” Jungkook whispers in disbelief. 

“Yes, baby.”

“When is the concert?” 

“Tomorrow night.” Namjoon grins. “We’ll go to dinner, and then the concert.” 

The corner of Jungkook’s smile twitches, barely noticeable. “What if I’m sick…” He trails off, ducking his head sheepishly as he realizes his admittance. 

“If you’re really not feeling well, I’ll buy you tickets for the next show. But I think you’ll be feeling just fine, because I’m going to take very good care of you tonight.” 

“I don’t want to be sick for my birthday,” Jungkook pouts, but he’s still smiling. 

“Jungkookie,” Namjoon says, standing and taking Jungkook’s chin in his hand to look into his eyes. “I am going to nurse you back to full health and then some. Your cold won’t know what hit it.”

Jungkook giggles loudly, turning to look down at the tickets he’s still clutching in his hands. He closes his eyes when Namjoon leans forward and presses his lips to his forehead.

“You always take such good care of me,” Jungkook murmurs as Namjoon tucks him into bed later, after they’ve stayed up far too late excitedly planning for the concert. “Thank you so much. I love you, Joonie.”

A pleasant warmth spreads through Namjoon’s chest as he watches Jungkook’s eyes close and his chest move up and down slowly. He thinks about the other present– one he’d bought months ago, that he’s still working up the courage to give to Jungkookie– a little jewelry box tucked away in his desk drawer. Maybe for his birthday next year, he’ll be ready.

For now, he climbs into bed next to Jungkook and holds him tighter than he’s ever held him before.

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Thap catching In when he faints: A Collection.

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One thing about the flu is that it worsens fast. I'm talking actual influenza, not the colloquial 'stomach flu' which has nothing to do with influenza. A character can go to bed almost perfectly fine and wake up a few hours later at hospital levels of bad. They can be dying before they even know what hit them.

I'm especially thinking of a whumpee coming home from a trip exhausted and kind of run down but their partner just chalking it up to travelling or maybe stress as they go to bed. Only, the next morning, Whumpee has a horrendous fever and they have such a bad cough their chest sounds like it's crunching as they cough.

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Fan art I was inspired to draw of @sicktannies wonderful little feveruary fic Delirious (which I’ll link below!) It was so sweet and silly and full of confused delirious Hobi and worried caretaker Jungkookie. I highly recommend checking it out along with all of her other works!

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2013 — 2025

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Feveruary Day 18: Delirious

Sickie: Hoseok | Caretaker: Jungkook

Words: 4,237

A/N: I watched the new superman movie and it was so whumpy it inspired me to finally come back and finish this??? Work and family commitments kept me away for a while but I'm happy to have finally completed this fic! I struggled with the ending for a while but i hope you guys like it~ 😊

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Hoseok is woken by the morning sunlight hitting his face. He's typically a morning person who rises with the sun, a strong believer of getting enough vitamin D to start the day.

Today, he grunts and rolls back over, wrapping himself up tightly in his blanket. He doesn't particularly feel like moving today, and since it was their day off, he thinks he deserves the sleep in.

But it feels like he's barely closed his eyes again before his door opens, and Taehyung pops his head in.

“Oh, hyung!” The younger says, sounding surprised. “I didn't expect you to still be sleeping. Jin hyung made pancakes! Come down for breakfast? Everyone's downstairs already.”

He wants to stay asleep, honestly, but it's rare that they have time to enjoy a day off together and Hoseok doesn't want to worry anyone if he doesn't show. He drags the blanket down from over his head and smiles at his dongsaeng. “Sure, Tae bear. Just give me five minutes.”

“Okay!” His door slams close again, making him jump, but he still smiles fondly to himself at the sound of Taehyung’s feet stomping excitedly down the stairs.

Dragging himself out of bed was a difficult task all on its own. Leaving the confines of his blanket and exposing himself to the slight chill in the room instantly makes him shiver, and he contemplates lying to Taehyung and just going straight back to bed. But the more rational part of him argues that he shouldn't disappoint his dongsaeng - a shower could fix it, or at least wake him up more, he hopes; he grabs a towel and heads to the bathroom.

He's so groggy that his head feels floaty and weird while making the short walk to the bathroom, and he's shivering even more by the time he gets there. He recoils a little in shock when he catches sight of himself in the mirror - they all stayed up late last night, sure, but was he that sleep deprived to have such prominent dark circles around his eyes? He’ll take another nap after breakfast, he supposes. Shaking his head, Hoseok steps into the shower and turns on the water, cranking the heat to as high up as he could stand. He leans against the shower wall and tilts his face up against the spray, sighing pleasantly as the hot water sluices over him. He can't shake the chill that's been lingering on his skin since he woke up - and, despite feeling himself literally sweating from the heat in the bathroom, he still feels weirdly cold on the inside.

Still with his back against the wall, Hoseok slides slowly to the floor, wrapping his arms around his knees. He's dizzy and kind of sleepy and the water feels nice and warm against his skin, battling off the cold he's been feeling since morning. He promised Taehyung five minutes, didn't he? He's sure they'll forgive him if he took ten, instead.

He falls unconscious between one blink and the next, far too quickly to register that anything was wrong.

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Hoseok jolts awake to the sound of loud banging on his door.

“Hobi!” Namjoon yells through the door. “Are you in there? It's been almost half an hour!” When Hoseok takes a beat too long to answer, Namjoon adds, “if you don't answer me in the next 30 seconds, I'm breaking down the door!”

“I'm fine!” Hoseok calls back, alarmed. “I'll be out soon!” Vertigo makes the bathroom walls around him spin when he lifts his head, and he drops it quickly back down between his knees with a soft whimper. Belatedly, he realises the water has run cold, his body starting to shiver of its own accord. He reaches up blindly to turn off the shower, before Namjoon's words register - crap, he doesn't even remember falling asleep; has he been in here for that long already?

“We're done with breakfast - Jin hyung wrapped up some of the pancakes and left them for you in the kitchen. Some of us are going out shopping, do you want us to wait for you?”

“Uh - no, no.” Hoseok stammers. “I'm good, Joonie, thank you.”

Namjoon knocks on the door once as acknowledgement - and in the silence that follows, Hoseok assumes that Namjoon has finally left.

But then he hears a smaller, softer knock, and Namjoon's voice again.

“Hobi? You'd tell us if you weren't feeling alright, wouldn't you? It's just… Tae said you woke up half an hour ago, but you usually don't take that long to come out. We got a little worried.”

“I'm fine, Joon. Really. Don't worry about me.” Hoseok answers, keeping his voice as steady as he can. He hopes the reassurance is enough to appease the younger. The shock of getting woken up was wearing off - but not the dizziness currently making his head spin. He wants to sit here until his head stops spinning, but he doesn't want Namjoon to worry and wait for him until he comes out.

There's a long pause before Namjoon finally says, “Okay, then we'll be heading out first. Jungkook's staying home, so you'll still have some company.”

Hoseok allows himself a small smile at that. As expected of their introverted maknae.

Namjoon finally leaves, and Hoseok keeps his head down between his knees and closes his eyes, waiting for the dizziness to pass. Eventually, he feels well enough - not dizzy, but still lightheaded - to climb to his feet, still shivering, towelling himself off and pulling on dry clothes before emerging from the bathroom.

Towel draped around his neck, he moves towards the kitchen - Jin hyung had left pancakes out for him, hadn't he?

The eldest had also left a glass of cold orange juice out beside the pancakes. Condensation drips down the sides of the glass like a sparkling bead curtain, and Hoseok finds himself transfixed by the glittering droplets. He sits down absentmindedly at the dining table, gaze still caught on the condensation at the sides of the glass. How had he never noticed how fascinating it was? He feels like he could stare at the glass forever…

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Jungkook walks into the kitchen to find his hyung seated at the dining table, staring fixedly at the glass of now lukewarm orange juice. As Jungkook watches, Hoseok breathes lightly on the glass, gaze intense on the condensation that pools together and runs down the side. The dancer doesn't blink even once through the entire process.

Ooookay. That wasn't concerning in the slightest.

Jungkook approaches him carefully - alarm bells go off in his head when Hoseok doesn’t even react to his presence.

“Um… Hyung. Hyung?” When Hoseok doesn’t respond, Jungkook reaches out to grasp his shoulder; the dancer startles, swivelling around in his chair to face him with wide eyes. Even then, it seems to take the dancer a second to focus before his gaze centres on Jungkook's face. “Kook?”

“Hyung, what are you doing? With how hard you were staring at the juice, I thought for sure you could see the lyrics to Cypher Pt. 5 in there.” Another spike of concern goes through him when Hoseok doesn't laugh at the joke, but only blinks confusedly in response.

“Oh,” Hoseok breathes instead. “Condensation.”

“Condensation?” Jungkook's brow furrows, both in confusion and concern.

Hoseok gestures excitedly at the glass - nearly toppling off the bar stool he's seated on in the process, but Jungkook quickly catches him and rights him again. That was more concerning than anything else he's seen today, given how coordinated his dancer hyung usually is. “Condensation!” Hoseok says, unfazed. “Isn't it pretty?”

“Uh - sure, hyung.” Hoseok beams at him and turns back to staring at the glass, and now Jungkook is starting to get really worried. He'd felt the unnatural heat coming off the other's skin when he'd caught him, and this seemed far worse than what Namjoon hyung had warned him about when he said Hoseokie hyung sounded “a little off” today.

If it's just a fever, though, Jungkook's confident he can handle it, once he's gotten Hoseok to take some medicine first. He eyes the plate of untouched pancakes on the kitchen counter, still cling-wrapped, and gently nudges it in Hoseok's direction. “Hyung, you should eat.” Jungkook cajoles, holding out a fork to him, “You need to have something before taking your medicine.”

“Medicine? For who? Who's sick?” Hoseok asks, confused, and Jungkook just shakes his head with a fond smile. “Nothing, hyung. Eat your pancakes, please? Jin hyung made them.” He's distinctly aware that he's adopted the same tone he uses when talking to his 4 year old niece, but - if it's working, he's not complaining, and Hoseok certainly isn't in the right mind to either.

Hoseok's gaze drops down to the fork Jungkook's holding out, and pouts. “Feed me?”

“Feed… What?” Jungkook blinks, not sure if he's heard wrong. For all that his hyung loves skinship with the members, he's never made such a request from them before.

Hoseok pouts further. “Feed me.” He repeats. His eyes flicker away from the fork, back to the dripping glass of orange juice. “I can't watch the condensation if I eat. It's too distracting.” Jungkook presses his lips together in an effort not to laugh. God, how was his hyung so cute when he was a good 3 years older than him? “Sure, hyung, you can watch the condensation while I feed you.” Jungkook grins, spearing a piece of pancake and holding it up to his hyung's lips. “Open up.”

The dancer opens his mouth obligingly for the pancake and chews without shifting his gaze away once from the juice, cheeks bulging just like his squirrel namesake. Jungkook feels another burst of fondness - and starts surreptitiously filming him with his phone as he feeds Hoseok the pancakes. Not that he had to be subtle about it, since his hyung doesn't even notice; too occupied with his current activity of watching condensation run down the glass. He also doesn't notice when the pancakes are all gone and Jungkook disappears to quickly grab fever reducers from the kitchen cabinet, only turning to him with a small, confused smile when Jungkook sits back beside him and nudges his arm.

“Oh, Kookie, you're here.” Hoseok greets softly. He's looking more tired now, strained around the eyes and the flush even more prominent on his cheeks. “Have you ever noticed how pretty condensation is?”

He is not going to panic. Hobi hyung's just sick, Jungkook reminds himself firmly. “Hyung, can you take these?” He asks urgently, shaking out two pills into Hoseok's hand. When the dancer only blinks blankly at the pills, Jungkook adds, “you can take them with the orange juice, if you want…?”

Abruptly, Hoseok looks like he might cry. “But the condensation will disappear,” he says in a tremulous voice, “I don't want to make it go away.”

Forget panicking, because if he sees his sunshine hyung cry, he knows it will positively break him. “No, it's okay, you don't have to drink the orange juice!” Jungkook yelps. He scrambles back to the kitchen to fill a glass with water, before bringing it back to the table, along with the thermometer he remembered to grab in a moment of inspiration. “Take the pills with this, hyung. You can keep looking at the orange juice all you like.” He nudges Hoseok's palm towards his mouth when the dancer makes no move to eat the pills - thankfully, that action spurs his hyung to finally take the medicine on autopilot, in a way that tells Jungkook that he's not fully conscious of what he's doing. Then, his attention returns again to the glass of orange juice.

Jungkook watches Hoseok watch the condensation; it is worrying, the way Hoseok blinks slow and dazed, the glassy look in his eyes a clear sign that he's not entirely there, and maybe - maybe Jungkook had been a little overconfident in thinking that he could handle this alone.

“Hyung,” Jungkook starts tentatively, only continuing once Hoseok has turned his hazy gaze towards him. “Should we go to the clinic…? I can drive you.”

Hoseok stares at him for nearly a full minute. Then, wordlessly and with a grace that had been missing earlier, he slides smoothly off the bar stool and makes his way towards the front door - only pausing to grab the TV remote from the living room, for some indiscernible reason.

“Wha- hyung! Where are you going?” Jungkook calls, scrambling off his own stool in a panic to follow after him. Hoseok doesn't seem to hear him, striding confidently without pause to the parking lot right outside… Where he holds the TV remote towards the car and presses the power button repeatedly. Jungkook skids to a stop beside him, a little in disbelief.

“Don't worry about it. Hyung can drive.” Hoseok mumbles absently. He's jabbing repeatedly at the TV remote, looking clearly frustrated at how the car isn't unlocking. Jungkook winces at each vicious stab of the TV remote, vividly imagining their TV inside turning on and off in bursts of static, and hoping that Jin hyung will find the electricity bill this month funny after he's gotten over the anger and worry from the delirious dancer's actions.

And speaking of finding this funny… Despite his growing concern, there's no way Jungkook is missing the opportunity to get this on video.

“Hyung, what are you doing?” Jungkook asks, grinning cheekily, phone out and camera turned towards his hyung.

“Driving you.” Hoseok answers blithely. He clearly doesn't notice the camera at all. A little frown marrs his features, as he continues to press irritably on the TV remote. “As soon as I can get this stupid car to unlock…”

Jungkook giggles. “And what are you unlocking the car with, hyung?”

“The keys, obviously!” Comes the frustrated reply. “Why are you even asking… Oh.” Hoseok’s gaze finally zeroes in on the TV remote in his hand. Without any warning, he drops the remote with a clatter, uncaring of where it lands, and starts walking towards the back of the house, where Jungkook knows the actual car keys are kept in a bowl on a cabinet beside the door.

Oh, hell no. Jin hyung would kill him if he actually let Hobi hyung drive in this state.

Ending the video in a panic, Jungkook quickly grabs Hoseok by the wrist, tugging him back around into a hug. This close, heat practically radiates off his hyung, and Jungkook fervently prays for the fever reducers he gave Hoseok earlier to kick in as soon as possible.

“Jungkookie…? What are you doing?” Hoseok squirms a little in Jungkook’s hold. “Let go of me, hyung has to get the car keys to drive you.”

With Hoseok’s current insistence on driving (and Jungkook is pretty sure he doesn’t even know where he wants to go), Jungkook’s not too certain that he can keep his delirious hyung from putting his hands on the wheel if they were to drive to the clinic right now.

“I changed my mind, hyung.” Jungkook says. “Can we take a nap instead?”

When Hoseok looks ready to argue, Jungkook pulls out the big guns. “Hyung, I'm really tired.” Jungkook looks up at Hoseok with his best puppy eyes. “Can we nap? Please?”

As expected, Hoseok's entire posture immediately softens, one hand coming up to pet Jungkook's hair. “Yeah, of course we can, Kookie.”

He lets Jungkook take his hand and lead him back towards the house, but not before adding, “hyung can still drive you later if you want.” Jungkook laughs.

“Sure, hyung.”

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Hours later, Jungkook is woken up by someone roughly shoving at his shoulder. “Kookie. Kookie, get up quick.” Someone whispers frantically. It takes him a minute to place the voice as Jin hyung's, and the slight panic in it is enough to wake him fully, as Jungkook's eyes snap open. The eldest is standing over him, one hand on his shoulder, while Namjoon tries to pry Hoseok out of Jungkook's vice-like grip.

“Hyung?” Jungkook says, his tongue still feeling too thick and sleep-heavy to form syllables. Then he abruptly realises that his dancer hyung's limp body feels blisteringly hot against his, face flushed and sweaty, and is entirely unresponsive to Namjoon's rough tugging. Jungkook's heart leaps into his throat. “H-Hobi hyung?”

“He needs a cold bath.” Seokjin answers. “Sejin hyung is on his way over - he's bringing Hoseok-ah to the hospital once he's here.”

“Hospital? Why does he need - did I -” Jungkook stumbles over his words as he struggles to make sense of the situation, panic rising as he watches Namjoon bundle up Hoseok's dead weight and carry him to the bathroom.

“You didn't do anything wrong, baby.” Seokjin quickly soothes, carding his hand once through Jungkook's hair. “His fever spiked while you both were asleep. We came home early to check on you guys and found him like this, so we called Sejin hyung for help.”

Guilt eats at him anyway - how had he not woken up when Hobi hyung’s condition took a turn for the worse? - but Seokjin leaves him no time to argue as he grabs clothes and a towel and strides quickly out of the bedroom, leaving Jungkook to stumble after him in a worried haze.

They reach the bathroom to find Namjoon and Yoongi helping Hoseok to remove his clothes, while Taehyung and Jimin hover worriedly at the door. The dancer's eyes are open into slits as he rests his head tiredly against Yoongi's shoulder, but it's clear from the glassy look in them that he's still not fully lucid.

Namjoon makes his way over to them when he spots Seokjin. “I filled the tub with cold water, not freezing, like you asked.” The leader murmurs quietly, then shakes his head. “Seok is going to hate this.”

“I know. We'll try to keep him in the bath for as short a time as possible. Just until we can get his temperature down a little.” Seokjin's lips are pinched in a thin line.

Expression grim, Namjoon goes to pick Hoseok up again - the dancer's head falls limply against his shoulder, a soft whimper escaping his throat. “Shh, you're fine.” Namjoon presses a light kiss into his hair. “We're just giving you a quick bath, okay?” Seokjin moves to kneel beside the tub, a washcloth in hand, just as Namjoon slowly lowers Hoseok into the water.

“NO!” Jungkook flinches when Hoseok suddenly screams, seemingly lucid again, and flails violently to get out of Namjoon's hold. Namjoon and Seokjin both move quickly to hold him down; Hoseok struggles against them for a few more seconds before his burst of adrenaline deserts him, and falls limp against them. He's trembling lightly, fingers weakly grasping at Seokjin's sleeve as he whimpers, “Cold… P-please, hyung, it's cold.”

“It's just for a while, baby.” Seokjin soothes, desperate, only the slight shake in his voice betraying the heartbreak he feels, as he wets the washcloth in the water and runs it gently across Hoseok's back. He hates seeing his members in distress, and Hoseok being in this state has him close to breaking his composure. “We just need to get your fever down. Bear with it for me, sweetheart.”

Hoseok whimpers another time, but falls silent, body continuing to tremble violently while Seokjin and Namjoon run cool washcloths over him.

Jungkook is still standing at the doorway, frozen - not that his fellow maknaes were doing any better, Taehyung and Jimin both meeting his gaze with identical expressions of worry. It wasn't often that their members fell ill like this, and Seokjin’s earlier mention of “hospital” have them all scared for their hyung.

“He'll be okay.” The three startle, glancing towards Yoongi, who had walked up beside them unnoticed. The second oldest regards their worried expressions with a fond smile, and adds, “We've been through worse, haven't we? Don't worry yourselves too much.” His phone chimes with a message just then, Yoongi glancing down to check the screen. “Sejin hyung just got here. Will you three head down to let him in?”

Downstairs, Jungkook, Taehyung and Jimin open the door to a frazzled-looking Sejin. When he sees them, he scrubs a hand through his uncombed hair and schools his concerned expression into a slightly strained smile. “How is Hoseok?”

“He… seems pretty sick,” Jimin answers, worrying his lip between his teeth, the three of them stepping back to let their manager in.

When they head back upstairs to the bathroom, Jungkook is relieved to see that Hobi hyung was more alert now, blinking tiredly as he sits upright in the bath, knees drawn up to his chest. He's shivering less, face less flushed than before. Sejin waits respectfully outside with his back to the door, giving them time to get Hoseok dressed.

“His fever's down, but not by much.” Seokjin calls out when he sees them. “38.9 degrees. A visit to the hospital will still do him good, I think.” Hoseok remains completely silent, Jungkook notes with worry.

Seokjin notices - of course he notices, attuned as he always is to his member's moods no matter the situation - and shoots Jungkook a reassuring smile. “Don't worry, Kook-ah. Hobi's just exhausted from the fever, poor thing.” He runs a gentle hand through Hoseok's hair, and the dancer leans into his palm, sighing softly. “He'll be right as rain once Sejin hyung takes him to the hospital.”

And the thing is - Jungkook's way past the age where simple words were enough to convince him that everything would be fine, yet Seokjin's words still manage to ease some of the panic eating at him.

Jungkook steps forward to help Hoseok out of the bathtub; with one of his hyung's arms around his shoulders, Jungkook almost carries Hoseok's entire weight as he helps him stumble out on shaky legs and onto the closed toilet seat, where Seokjin dries him quickly with a towel, and Taehyung and Jimin - eager to make themselves helpful - ease him gently into a t-shirt and sweatpants.

“Thank you.” Hoseok mumbles in a cracked whisper, voice thin.

Seokjin pauses his drying of Hoseok’s hair to give him a kiss on the cheek. “You never need to thank us, baby. We'll always take care of you.”

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One day later

“You're kidding.” Hoseok croaks from his hospital bed.

“Nope!” Jungkook chirps, gleefully. “Look, hyung, I have video evidence and everything.” His phone screen is paused on a scene of Hoseok mid-stride towards the house, the TV remote just visible on the ground in one corner of the screen, the video blurry from Jungkook ending the video mid-run to stop his hyung from getting to the actual car keys.

“But - the TV remote?” Hoseok says, aghast. “I don't even remember doing that!”

“Well… You were pretty out of it.” Jungkook bites his bottom lip, expression growing slightly sombre as he recalls yesterday's events. “It was really scary, hyung. It's like you were talking to yourself most of the time.”

Hoseok glances to his left when the hand draped loosely around his wrist tightens; Yoongi meets his gaze, expression equally serious.

The members are gathered around him in various positions around the room; Jungkook is on a chair beside his bed, Yoongi is squeezed into the other half of the bed beside Hoseok, Jimin and Taehyung are asleep on the sofa at the side of the room. Two other chairs facing the bed are vacant, Seokjin and Namjoon having recently left the room to get drinks for the rest.

“You scared all of us, not just Jungkookie.” The older rapper says, soft and grave.

“Sorry, hyung.” Hoseok whispers back, guilt feeling thick on his tongue when he swallows. His gaze cuts back to Jungkook, now worrying his lip ring between his teeth. “And I'm sorry, Kookie. You shouldn't have had to see that.”

“Shouldn't have to see what?” Jin nudges the door open with his shoulder, two cups of hot coffee in his hands, Namjoon just behind him holding the same. Jungkook quickly stands to hold the door open for them, Seokjin giving him a kiss on the cheek in thanks as he hands him one cup.

“Seok-ah being delirious and silly while his brain was getting cooked by the fever.” Yoongi answers. Seokjin looks over in time to catch the guilty expression on Hoseok's face. He hands the other cup of coffee to Yoongi, who scoots up enough on the bed that Seokjin can lean over and pepper kisses all over his dongsaeng's face, smiling when Hoseok finally giggles, tickled by the butterfly kisses.

“Don't worry, Yoongi-ah. I'm sure this experience has taught Hobi to be more honest with us, at the very least to avoid more embarrassing videos making their way into Kook's b-roll.” Behind Seokjin, Jungkook makes a peace sign at Hoseok, grinning impishly. The subtle warning in the eldest's words was not lost on him, however, and Hoseok gives Seokjin a nervous smile.

“You will tell us the minute you feel unwell in the future, won't you baby? No more hiding things from us?” Seokjin presses - but his attention is pulled away when Jungkook makes a funny-sounding snort. “Kook..?”

“Nothing, nothing - it's just, I know how to tell when Hobi hyung has a fever now.” Jungkook says, lips twitching, clearly fighting laughter. Hoseok and Seokjin turn quizzical gazes onto the maknae.

A mischievous grin spreads across Jungkook's face. “Just ask him how he feels about condensation.”

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Check out my feveruary masterlist in my pinned post!~

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he does just THAT and my mind goes blank

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Sorta as per my last reblog: CHARACTERS GETTING SICK DURING A PARTY

I'm thinking like, catching the flu and actually getting sick over the course of the few hours they're there

So they're fine at the beginning, cheerful, eating and drinking and chatting...

And then they start to feel really run down, really fast

Zoning out on the couch, suddenly exhausted. Other characters think they could be drunk/high, but soon realize they're completely sober and just really out of it from a rising fever

Lights looking too bright, the rest of the room looking too dim. Weird halos around lamps, the TV screen.

Someone falling asleep curled up on the sofa, found and given a blanket by another party goer who thinks it's adorable at first -- only to realize they're a bit too warm

Maybe they had to get all the way across town to reach their friend's house, and now it's either late enough that buses aren't running, or they don't have money for a cab, or they drove but they're in no state to do so now, or maybe their friends are just worried enough about them that sending them home alone at all isn't something they're comfortable with...so the easiest solution is to just let them spend the night

Taking someone's temperature in a bathroom late at night with only a night light on, the sounds of the party still audible outside the door

Letting them sleep in somebody's bed, dimming the lights and closing the door, asking people to keep things quiet when near that room because there's someone inside trying to rest

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My soul for a DK x Mingyu stomach bug fic?Preferably with some angst, maybe someone passing out or just feeling really weak and dizzy, and ofc lots of soft caretaking? Doesn’t have to be too too emeto heavy, just whatever you’re comfortable with!

Also! I started getting into kpop a few months ago and have since been reading all the fics I can get my hands on, and you’re one of my favorite authors! Your ATEEZ fics especially are fantastic, I love the little flair of comedy & fun you bring to your fics, they’re always a joy to read :)

⭐️ Anon

For You

Fandom: Seventeen

Sickie: DK (stomach bug)

Caregiver(s): Mingyu

Word Count: 552

Notes: First, I'm sorry it's on the shorter side - this was the idea the muse gave me, and it did not extend further. Second, thank you for your amazingly kind words 🥹 It never fails to make my heart melt to hear things like this, and I'm SO GLAD you appreciate the humor cause that brings ME a lot of joy while writing it! Thank you, thank you, thank you for your kindness. I hope you enjoy!

There was nothing funny about checking on a friend fighting for their life against a merciless stomach bug. But, admittedly, there was something undeniably comical to Mingyu about opening the bathroom door to find Seokmin draped over the bathtub like a tearful Disney princess. 

“Minnie babe?” Mingyu asked around an adoring grin. He received a groan in response. “How ya doin’ bud?” 

“Kill meeeeeeee,” Seokmin whined, not bothering to move at all. Mingyu shook his head, kneeling down next to the vocalist, his fingers dancing up and down the other man’s spine. 

“But then I’d have to go to jail for murder,” Mingyu joked lightly, trying to appeal to Seokmin’s sense of humor. 

The shadowed, desperate puppy eyes that peeked out from under Seokmin’s arm told Mingyu he hadn’t been successful. “I’ll give you a million kisses?” 

Mingyu shook his head, pouting his lips. “I’m so sorry, but this is the one time I will refuse any kisses from you.” Seokmin whined, turning his head back into the crook of his arm. Mingyu’s pout deepened. “Really though. Think we can move you back to bed?” 

Seokmin inhaled sharply, then let out a dramatic, vocalized sigh. “I don’t wanna move…” 

“But you’ll be so much more comfortable in bed. Where I can cuddle you, maybe?” Seokmin’s head lifted slightly at the promise of cuddles. “We can cuddle as much as you want. But I need to know if you’re good to move first, okay?” 

Seokmin groaned again, but pulled himself off the tub into a seated position. He swayed a bit, Mingyu’s hand on his back keeping him steady. He touched his stomach absently. “Yeah, I think I’m fine for now.” 

“I’ll take it.” Mingyu got to his feet, then extended his hands. “Need some help.” Seokmin nodded, accepting both of Mingyu’s offered hands. As he tried to straighten to his feet, though, his knees gave out beneath him. Luckily, Mingyu was able to catch him before he fell to the floor, or his his head on the counter (which he was but centimeters away from.) Seokmin gave a panicked whimper. “Shh, shh, it’s okay. It’s okay.”

“Why can’t I stand up?” Seokmin cried, voice catching on a sob. 

“You’re sick, sunshine,” Mingyu replied, moving one hand to stroke Seokmin’s hair off of his sweaty forehead while the other kept him upright. “Your body is low on nutrients right now. It’s putting all of its energy into getting you better instead of standing up.”

“That’s stupid!” Seokmin exclaimed. 

Mingyu swallowed a laugh. “I know, love. But no worries. I got you, yeah?” 

“Yeah.” Seokmin’s head dropped back against Mingyu’s chest, his eyes angled upwards to meet the rapper’s. “Thank you, Gyu.”

Mingyu’s lips spread into the warmest smile. “Anything for you, Min.” He followed his words by unceremoniously scooping Seokmin up into his arms, cradling him close to his chest as he carried him the few steps back to the vocalist’s room (which was, thankfully, very close to the bathroom, cause even though Mingyu could lift Seokmin, it wasn’t exactly the easiest thing to carry a full grown man for extended distances.) But the way that Seokmin tucked his head underneath Mingyu’s chin, the way he hummed unconsciously? Mingyu would carry Seokmin to the end of the world just to make him smile.

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hi hello! I just wanted to send in a request for you to hopefully do sometime!

I wanted to request a sick S.Coups fic of him trying to hide his illness while the members clock him immediately and decide to care for him in a subtle way. he's not sick enough to be confined to bed or sent home, but sick enough that it's noticeable to those who know him well (aka the members) and it's slightly messing with his work and the stuff he's doing. maybe he's got a cold or something and blames his runny nose and sneezing on allergies? maybe he's got a cough and is blaming it on the cold air in the studio or bad air quality outside?

I can't wait to see how you write this! I so look forward to reading this and all of your other future works!

I hope you enjoy this! Inspiration came from episode 128 of Going Seventeen cause I saw it and adored it!

Blame it on the Chlorine

Fandom: Seventeen

Sickie: S. Coups (cold)

Caregiver(s): Mingyu (and Joshua)

Word Count: 1,302

It would never not be funny watching your bandmates get unexpectedly projected backwards into a pool. The yelps of shock. The dripping hair dangling in front of their eyes. The growing panic as they continued to confuse the danger words. The devilish glee when they did know the danger words and used that knowledge against one another. 

It was pure comedy and even purer joy. 

Or at least it was until became obvious that their leader was fighting a cold. 

At first, Seungcheol had played off the sudden sniffling as chlorine in his nose from getting thrown into the pool so many times. It made sense - weren’t Jun and Chan sniffling just as much? In fairness, they were, at least at first, when they were all shaking off the after effects of repetitive dunking. The slight cough too was blamed on the water Seungcheol had accidentally swallowed in the chaos of the moment. Everything seemed normal. 

But the day was pleasantly warm, bordering on hot, so Seungcheol still shivering in dry clothes with his damp towel clutched around his body fifteen minutes after the end of his turn was not normal. 

Mingyu, once equally wet but not shivering nearly as much given that his water had been relatively warm, wrapped his arms around Seungcheol from behind, propping his head on the older man’s soggy blonde hair. Seungcheol tensed a bit at Mingyu’s touch, and the younger rapper recognized his brother trying to quell the shivers wracking through his body. He wasn’t successful: Mingyu could clearly feel the leader trembling. 

“You good?” Mingyu whispered, angling his head so any cameras left on during the transition between members couldn’t catch it. 

Seungcheol nodded. “I’m good.” Another shudder passed through his body, and he sniffled sharply. 

Mingyu frowned, but didn’t push it. He shifted his chin so he could find Joshua, hoping the other 95 liner could give him a hand. But he’d forgotten that it was Joshua’s turn to play the game, the vocalist currently sitting with a nervous expression in one of the precarious chairs suspended over the pool. No, Shua couldn’t help him, at least not right now. 

So Mingyu slumped further into his hold on Seungcheol, sighing in defeat as the second round began. Almost instantly, Hoshi was thrown backwards into the water. The pool deck erupted with laughter as the performance captain roared upon resurfacing, shaking his head like an upset puppy. The tech guy admitted he’d done it on purpose for comedic effect. That got everyone giggling again. 

As Soonyoung got back to his seat and Seungkwan began to ask provoking questions that ended in the new group of members systematically getting drenched with water and tossed backwards into the pool, Mingyu found himself unable to fully join in the fun. Seungcheol was still trembling beneath him, the shivers seeming to get worse with time instead of better. The sniffling had also increased in frequency, and he kept shaking with tiny, suppressed coughs that only Mingyu was aware of given their current closeness. 

During a short break in filming to fix one of the water buckets, Mingyu turned his head to the right, opening his mouth to try to get the attention of his fellow group members, but startling when he found Junhei already staring at him. “AGH! Hyung! What the heck?” Seungcheol flinched at his volume, and Mingyu rubbed at the leader’s shoulder in apology. 

Jun blinked, completely unperturbed by Mingyu’s shouting. “What’s wrong, Gyu?” the dancer asked, concern clear in his eyes. 

It was Mingyu’s turn to blink. “How did you…?” “You’ve looked tense this whole time. Your emotions are written all over your face,” Chan chimed in, leaning around Jun. “You’re the most open book I’ve ever met.”

“So open, I doubt the book’s bound by more than paper clips, string, and a dream,” Seungkwan added with a meaningful look. “So care to share with the class, Gyu?” 

Seungcheol pulled back enough to turn and face Mingyu. “Are you okay? Did something happen in the game?” The earnestness in the leader’s expression, the fact that he truly seemed to believe that the something wrong with Mingyu wasn’t himself, made the rapper’s chest ache. So did the sudden raspiness in Seungcheol’s voice. 

“No, no, I’m fine.” Mingyu slapped a hand against his chest. “I’m just nervous that…”

“Is it the game?” Chan spoke up. “I know it’s kinda scary to watch from the outside…”

“No, no, it’s not that, it’s…”

“Wait, you emphasized ‘I’m fine,’” Seungkwan, ever attentive to detail, pointed out. 

“Yeah cause…”

“HEY! MC BOO! We’re ready for the next question!!” Soonyoung called, waving energetically. His tone was light, comedic, oblivious to what was almost unfolding over under the umbrellas. But it worked. Attention snapped back to the cameras, five entertainer masks slipping smoothly back into place as Seungkwan effortlessly picked back up where he had left off, Jun and Chan throwing in quips now and then. Seungcheol’s hands wrapped around Mingyu’s wrists, squeezing lightly. Mingyu frowned. His pout only deepened when Jun pinched his cheek. 

It took thirty more minutes to finish the second group’s game and to film the episode outro. Mingyu refused to leave Seungcheol’s side, especially when he noticed the slight flush begin to paint the leader’s ears, a clear tell that he was running a fever. Luckily, Carats would read Mingyu’s clinginess as nothing more than that: a desire for comfort from his hyung, rather than the opposite. 

The minute the cameras shut off, Seungcheol closed his eyes, heaving a deep sigh that turned into a harsh cough. 

“Damn, hyung, how much water did you swallow?” Jihoon joked lightly. Seokmin looked on with guilty eyes. 

Seungcheol shook his head. “Not much. I’d say the normal recommended amount.” 

“Which is none.” Jihoon gave a sarcastic roll of his eyes, but he continued tracking Seungcheol’s movements. Mingyu was happy someone else had noticed. 

Jihoon wasn’t the only one either, as Joshua quickly fell into step on Seungcheol’s other side as the group moved to change and go home. After swiftly looking Seungcheol up and down, Joshua leaned across him to address Mingyu: “How long’s he had the fever?”

“I don’t have a fever,” Seungcheol huffed, eyes glued straight ahead as they entered the break room with all of their belongings. 

“I didn’t ask you,” Joshua said lightly, still eyeing Mingyu. 

“I noticed it about seven-ish minutes ago?” the rapper replied. Seungcheol shot him a half hearted glare before sniffling sharply. Mingyu shrugged. “He’s also been doing that a lot.”

“Hmmm.” Joshua’s head cocked to the side as he considered Seungcheol while the leader began to gather his things. With Seungcheol distracted, Joshua took the opportunity to place his fingers against his friend’s neck. “Yeah, you’re warm, Cheollie.”

Seungcheol swatted Joshua’s hand away. “I’m fine, Shua.” He immediately bent to the side, a harsh sneeze into his sleeve leading into an even harsher cough. Joshua simply hummed again, crossing his arms over his chest, the spitting image of the full wrath Jeonghan only pulled on Seungcheol. The leader glared halfheartedly. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Then don’t spend a day getting pelted with freezing water without telling us you’ve got a cold,” Joshua shot back, voice plain. “We can help you, Cheol.”

“I don’t need help.” Seungcheol slung his backpack on, glancing meaningfully at both Joshua and Mingyu. “I appreciate your concern, but it’s not needed.”

“We’ll see about that in an hour or two,” Joshua replied with a sarcastically sweet smile, patting Seungcheol on the shoulder before he grabbed his own bag and walked out to the van. 

Mingyu shrugged as the leader turned to him, eyebrows raised. “All signs point to Shua being right. You can’t stop shivering, hyung.”

Seungcheol rolled his eyes. “Drama queens, the lot of you.” 

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For the watery drabbles, how about:

Yoongi

Sore throat

Wet

Hope you have a great week! 😊

yoongi | sore throat | wet 

word count: 130

💦 Water Tiny Drabbles 💦

“Hyung. Yoongi-hyung!”

“Huh?” Yoongi looks up, ears ringing. He blinks. Something wet trickles down his cheek until it reaches his chin. He brings his hand up to his face, presses his sweatshirt sleeve against his skin.

“What’s wrong?” Jimin is right next to him now, squatting down so he’s eye level with Yoongi. “Are you hurt?”

Yoongi finds himself nodding. His throat hurts, a lot. But it feels impossible to get those words out, even though Jimin is looking at him expectantly, eyes wide with concern.

After a moment, Jimin’s expression settles into understanding. “Are you sick, hyung?” 

Another nod.

With a soft touch of the back of his hand against Yoongi’s forehead, Jimin stands back up and guides Yoongi to stand with him.

“Let’s get you into bed, hyung.”

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Jin's concert last night had me busting a gut y'all~

I literally got back from a wedding to 2 concerts, went to Run ARMY game night, and now I wanna devour everything and soak in a pool for 14 hours 😂 I am a little sad Jin didn't just mysteriously show up but we had fun anyway~

Y'all, I am too old for 2am hangouts.

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Jealous, Much?

Fandom: Seventeen

Sickie: Seungkwan (pneumonia), DK (cold), Hoshi (appendicitis)

Caregiver(s): Latte!!! (and Hoshi)

Word Count: 2,004

Notes: A couple months ago, I just really wanted to write something including a dog.

Kwon Soonyoung was not a jealous person. He wasn’t born with an envious bone in his body. As a child, he’d share everything with his sister, and cheer with her when she received an award rather than growing resentful of her successes - he always knew his turn would come eventually. When he saw his members and industry colleagues do something he couldn’t, he was filled with admiration and inspiration to better himself and get on their level rather than wishing to tear them down. 

But when someone tried to come between him and his precious angel baby dog, there was no other word to describe Soonyoung’s attitude. Kwon Soonyoung was JEALOUS. 

Not two days after Seventeen had returned from a series of fan meetings and performances in Japan, Seungkwan had come down with a sinus infection that rapidly developed into pneumonia when his schedules denied proper rest. He’d ended up in the hospital after a variety show appearance, where they’d hopped him up on meds and fluids, and  luckily sent him back to the dorms the same day. But Seungkwan was still so miserable and had such a high fever it wasn’t safe to leave him alone, and the other members’ schedules didn’t allow for them to rest with him. Soonyoung had volunteered his parents’ house so his mom could be there to keep an eye on their ailing friend, after receiving the green light from his mother, of course. 

The plan seemed perfect. What could go wrong? 

Two days after they’d dropped Seungkwan off at his parents’ place, Soonyoung came for a visit, chosen by the other members since, after all, it was his parents’ house. He quietly pushed open the door to his own room, and gasped. He had expected Seungkwan to be curled up in his bed, fast asleep. But Latte, Soonyoung’s Latte, was nestled against the vocalist’s side. And the dog didn’t even raise her head in greeting when Soonyoung appeared. She simply turned her eyes to look at him, thumped her tail once, and went back to sleep.

The traitor. 

Soonyoung had taken his one day off to come and check on Seungkwan only to find that the vocalist had STOLEN the affections of his precious Latte. 

The dancer padded into the room on tiptoe, careful not to wake the sleeping boy. His attention was focused solely on the terrier, who had guiltily cracked her eyes back open at Soonyoung’s approach. “Yeah, you aren’t sneaky. I see you.” 

Latte lifted her head up, her tiny tail batting back and forth against Seungkwan’s stomach as a greeting to her brother. 

“Oh, don’t you try to make up for it now.” Soonyoung’s harsh words were instantly contradicted as he began to scratch Latte behind the ears. The dog leaned into his touch, her eyes closing in pure delight. Damn, why did she have to be so cute? 

Seungkwan shifted in his sleep, a soft humming sound escaping his throat. Soonyoung’s attention moved to the vocalist, and he reached his free hand up to brush sweaty bangs off of clammy skin. Still running hot, Soonyoung noted. But not as hot as before. And while he could still audibly hear Seungkwan’s breathing, congested and wheezy, there was less to it - less of a rattle and more of just a normal sick person breath. That was comforting. 

Latte huffed against Soonyoung’s skin, nudging the hand still lingering on her head. 

Soonyoung glared back at her. “You abandoned me, remember?”

A soft chuckle behind him caused Soonyoung to nearly jump out of his skin. He turned to find his mother watching him with tender eyes. “Mom! Don’t do that!” he whispered dramatically. 

“Sorry, sorry. It’s just not often I get to see you like this.”

“Like what?”

“Soonyoung, are you jealous of Latte right now?” 

“What?!” Soonyoung slapped a hand over his mouth, turning his eyes back to the bed to ensure his yell hadn’t woken Seungkwan. The vocalist hadn’t moved. Good. Soonyoung motioned for his mom to follow him to the hallway, and the two quickly exited the room, closing the door behind them. Soonyoung crossed his arms over his chest. “I am not jealous.”

The smirk on his mother’s face did nothing to soothe Soonyoung’s rapidly deteriorating mood. She pinched at his cheeks. “Honey, you know Latte will always love you best…”

Soonyoung swatted away his mother’s hands. “Mom!”

“…but I think it’s fair to share her when you’re friend’s in need, yeah?” 

Soonyoung rolled his eyes, suppressing a groan. “Moooooom! I am an adult. I am not jealous that my dog is cuddling my best friend.” 

His mom held up her hands as if in surrender. “I’m just calling it like I see it.” Soonyoung shook his head, grumbling to himself as he peeked back into his room. 

“They’re so cute, aren’t they?” his mother asked, her soft voice in his ear. “You know, Latte’s been protecting Seungkwan-sshi since he arrived. Won’t let him out of her sight. She even comes to get me when his fever’s spiking or she thinks he’s in trouble.”

“Of course. She’s a perfect angel,” Soonyoung muttered, voice dripping with bitterness. But even he couldn’t stop his heart from melting at the adorableness of it all. 

~

One month later, Soonyoung’s parents were going on a trip, and asked him to look after Latte, which Soonyoung happily obliged. He took up temporary residence in their house so he could be with his baby whenever he wasn’t busy with schedules. Seokmin and Seungkwan decided to join him; BSS was currently preparing for a comeback, so it made sense for them to be together. It was supposed to be a fun week and a half ‘sleep over.’ Chan had pointed out that the three of them already lived together in the dorm, so why were they making such a big deal about it now. Seungkwan quickly shut that down, accusing Chan of being jealous he wasn’t invited. 

What Soonyoung didn’t anticipate, though, was Seungkwan receiving a contract for a week-long variety show filming in Iksan and ‘abandoning’ them (Seokmin’s words that Soonyoung very quickly adopted), and Seokmin ‘contracting’ the ‘worst cold of his life’ (again, Seokmin’s words). So the week and a half long trio sleep over was now just a duo, and Soonyoung doing his best to keep Seokmin from drowning in his own self pity. At least this time, Latte had stayed stuck to Soonyoung’s side. Or at least she had, until one day when he returned from choreographing…

“Where…?” Soonyoung mused upon closing the door, when Latte hadn’t met him immediately. Turning his attention to the living room, Soonyoung felt his body physically depress from the sight that met his eyes. 

Seokmin was passed out on the couch, curled up on his side, with Latte nestled comfortably against his chest. The terrier fixed a pair of apologetic brown eyes on her brother, thumping her tail twice against Seokmin’s legs to show him that she had heard but didn’t want to leave her current post. Soonyoung clicked his tongue. 

“Latte,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Again?!” He walked over, hands on his hips, and scratched the dog’s head gently. He gave Seokmin a quick once over. “Are you protecting my sunshine for me, girl?” Latte nuzzled her head harder against Soonyoung’s hand. 

The dancer chuckled. “Thanks, baby.” Leaving the one hand on the dog’s soft head, Soonyoung reached his other hand to Seokmin’s forehead, noting the still present fever before gently shaking the vocalist awake. 

Seokmin groaned softly as his eyes peeled open. 

“Hosh?” he croaked sleepily, rubbing at his eyes. “What are you doing home?”

“What are you doing on the couch?” Soonyoung countered simply. “And what gives you the right to monopolize my dog?”

Seokmin’s eyes moved to Latte, still snuggling against him, and the dog happily turned and licked his face. “Aw, hyung, let her go. She’s a defender of the weak.” He reached forward and gathered Latte into his arms, pressing his cheek against her back. “She’s a healthcare professional.” He suddenly pulled away from Latte, burying his face in his sleeve as a harsh sneeze and fit of hacking coughs overtook him. Soonyoung frowned and Latte whimpered, nuzzling close to Seokmin’s stomach. 

“No matter how cute, I don’t think Latte can save you from that cold,” Soonyoung replied. “And if any dog was cute enough, it would be her.” Seokmin nodded in enthusiastic agreement. “Come on. Bed. And I guess Latte can come if you want.”

“Oh, you make that sound like such a favor.” Soonyoung grabbed the throw pillow from the floor and threw it at Seokmin’s head while the younger man laughed at his own jab. “Wow, Kwannie was right. You do get jealous over Latte.”

Soonyoung gasped, hand to his chest. “Not true!”

“Then why are you being a brat about her cuddling me?” Seokmin held Latte close to him again. The terrier’s tail immediately began to wag. Soonyoung’s eyebrow began to twitch. “Oooooooh, hyung, green is SO not your color…”

Lips pursed in the tightest of pouts, Soonyoung crossed his arms over his chest. “I can throw you out on the street, ya know. This is my house for all intents and purposes.”

Seokmin laughed. “I give, I give!” He cleared his throat, wincing as he sniffled. “Will you come to bed with us too?” He turned a pair of perfectly lackluster puppy eyes up at Soonyoung. Latte gave another hopeful whimper. She really was on Seokmin’s side here, wasn’t she?

Soonyoung sighed. “Fine.” 

~

Two weeks later, the night after BSS’ final comeback promotion, Soonyoung awoke in the middle of the night to the worst pain of his life. His abdomen felt like it was on fire, and nothing he did could make it better. He’d begun to panic instantly, crying out in agony before promptly vomiting on the floor. By the grace of god, Jun had still been awake and heard him yelling, racing to help his brother despite obvious confusion at what was going on (Soonyoung had been perfectly fine up until now.) He’d thrown up three more times and had nearly dehydrated himself crying from the pain when Seungcheol made the call to get him to the hospital. 

One emergency appendectomy and two days of post-op observation later, Soonyoung returned to the dorm. He was still a bit foggy from the pain meds, and apologized profusely for causing such a fuss two days prior, (all of which were ignored by his members, who couldn’t care less about a little extra clean up given the seriousness of their tiger’s illness.) And there was no world in which Soonyoung would deny how much he loved the affection he received from his members, just happy to have him safe and healthy and home. 

But absolutely nothing compared to the surprise he received later that first day home. 

His sister and parents had come to see him in the hospital. In fact, his mother had stayed with him every second she was allowed. But it was still a welcome gift to have them all visit him at home. Especially because they brought along a furry visitor who was not allowed at the hospital. 

Upon entering the dorm, Latte made a bee-line for the couch, where the members had set Hoshi up so he wouldn’t miss out on the action while recovering. The dancer opened his arms, crushing the dog against his chest as she whined in excitement, licking his face with full enthusiasm. 

Seokmin and Seungkwan loomed behind the couch, smiling adoringly. 

“The defender of the weak is back on her A game,” Seungkwan commented, scratching the terrier behind the ears as she continued to wiggle in Soonyoung’s arms. 

“And she’s allllll mine this time,” Soonyoung declared with the most satisfied grin he’d ever worn. “Don’t even think about getting a cuddle in, boys.”

Seokmin and Seungkwan exchanged a glance. Yeah, Kwon Soonyoung may not be a jealous person. But when he was, it was adorable. 

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Please consider giving your whumpees the hottest, most mind-melting, intestine-boiling, miserable fever, leaving her with barely functional lungs/glazed and distant eyes/an inability to keep anything down/constant dehydration/sweat soaking everything, and with her team/caretakers completely stressed out and unsure what to do. Bonus points if it's from an infected wound. Okay thanks for considering <3

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losing my mind over how good the kpop demon hunters movie is