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ririglow · 3 years

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Wisdom Teeth | V.H

Vinnie Hacker x Black Fem Reader!

synopsis: Vinnie’s girlfriend has a really bad tooth ache and dentists aren’t really her thing.

A lil fluffy!

this is my first vinnie hacker one shot ever so I'm pretty nervous 😓

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Pain

Pain was the only thing I felt in my mouth as I was trying to talk to my boyfriend of seven months Vinnie. I tried to conceal the pain by trying to speak less and barely move my lips and jaw. The back corners of my mouth was screaming in pain, I of course knew what this was.

I had an impacted wisdom tooth.

It was common to the majority of people, and it honestly always scared the hell out of me as I heard from different people about the pain they'd go through when it's getting taken out.

Which is why I was hiding it from Vinnie, he’d be the main one forcing me to get this atrocious tooth out. And quite frankly I'm not built for that kind of pain.

"Babe, your cheek is swelling up?" He said, stopping in the middle of the conversation we were having about a trip we'd plan on taking to an amusement park.

I swiftly turned my head to the side so he wouldn't see it, but it was already too late.

"Of course not! It's just make- ow!" I hissed in pain as I mistakenly gritted my teeth, a habit I do when I'm straight lying.

Vinnie who's face went from concern to amusement, as he reached up and softly caressed my swollen cheek.

"I think someone needs their teeth to be pulled." He teased, pressing a kiss on my forehead.

I groaned and closed my eyes not wanting to hear what comes next out his mouth, because I already know.

"It's time to take a trip to the dentist." He added, and laughed as I groaned louder.

"I'm not going." I said pulling away from Vinnie and started to make my way to the kitchen to get a bag of frozen peas.

"Yes you are, you have to. I don't care how scared you are, this is gonna get taken care of." He followed me in the kitchen, his tone was of course humorous as he'd always be entertained about my fear of dentists.

"There's nothing that needs to be pulled because this-" I pointed to my cheek as I pressed the frozen peas on it. "Will go away in no time"

This made Vinnie let out a scoff, and look at me with a "are you serious" look. To which I remained a straight face, letting him know I was deadass.

Even if I knew that what I said was absolute bull.

"Okay, you've had that for like a few days now." He said reluctantly, as he stared at my shocked face. "You honestly think I didn't notice? It was pretty amusing for me to see you try to hide it. Like c'mon y/n when do you ever not finish your Chipotle because of a so called diet-"

"Okay! That's enough, I get it you know!" I interrupted, hopping on the island counter still facing him.

Honestly I wasn't even that surprised Vinnie figured it out, I mean he would've eventually but not sooner than I thought.

"You're going to be fine babe, I'll even hold your hand the entire way through." Vinnie walked over to me and stood in between my legs and caressed my thighs.

I raised my eyebrow, pulling the bag of peas away from my cheek due to the coldness and numbness I felt.

"Hold who hand?" I asked.

He furrowed his eyebrows. "Yours, what do you mean?"

I scoffed, still looking baffled. "For what?"

"The dentist-" He started to say but realized what I was trying to do. " Very funny, we're making an appointment tomorrow.”

"I don't even wanna gooooo." I whined resting my head on his bare chest, feeling his chest rumble as he let out a chuckle.

"I'm really not getting you right now, this is for your benefit and your acting like this is the worst thing ever." He shook his head, and I let out a grunt knowing what he's saying was right.

But me being me, I tried to convince him once more.

"My tooth is fine, the swelling just makes it look worse than it already is." More laughter erupted from him as he heard my poor excuse.

"Alright, alright. If you must say so, it's really not that bad as you claim." He paused and removed himself from in between my legs and walked over to the bowl of fruit on the counter.

"What are you doing ?" I questioned, swinging my legs absentmindedly.

He ignored my inquiry and picked up an apple, before walking over back to me.

I raised an eyebrow as he motioned the apple out to me.

"If your tooth is fine as you say, take a bite out of this." He said, waving the fruit in my face.

I scrunched up my face, contemplating on whether I should do it or not. I don't even know why I was even considering it, given the fact that my tooth would definitely be ten times worse than it already is.

Sighing I took that apple from his hands and looked at him with a defeated expression.

"Fine, I'll go to the stupid dentist."

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"Y/n you've been putting your hair into about three different styles now. Pick one and let's go, stop trying to waste time." Vinnie said leaning against the door frame dressed in all black except his purple hat that he had backward on his head.

"I am not." I said unconvincingly, finishing up my baby hairs, taking a quick look at my slick back low ponytail.

this would do, I think.

"Yeah sure, you look beautiful as always now let's go." He said before grabbing my hand and pulling me out the bathroom.

As we made our way out the front door and into Vinnie's car, my heart was beating fast from nerves and my hands clutched Vinnies the entire ride to hell.

"It's going to be okay, y/n." Vinnie spoke, glancing at my leg which was bouncing up and down rapidly.

"Easy for you to say, that's why I'm telling them you don't wear your retainer." I mumbled the last part to which he chuckled mockingly at me.

"That's why your ass is gonna be in a lot of pain later."

The comment made me send a glare his way.

"Shut up." I grumbled crossing my arms.

We finally arrived at the dentist office, and made our way to the receptionist. She told us to wait in the sitting room as they were just finishing up another patient. Me and Vinnie took a seat next to each other. My hand was still in his grip.

I looked around the waiting room, and noticed there weren't that many people here which made me feel more uneasy as it would be a lot quicker for me to get called.

"Is it too late to cancel the appointment?" I asked suddenly, Vinnie took a glance over at your nervous form.

"Yeah sure, let's just drive all the way back home for nothing." Vinnie said sarcastically.

But nonetheless it made me perk up out of my seat. "Really?"

He looked up at me. "No, now sit back down lockjaw."

"You did not just call me-" I started to say but was cut off by the door opening, revealing a female nurse.

"Y/n y/l/n?" She spoke looking around the waiting room ,making me tense up.

Maybe if don't say anything she'll think in not he-

"She's right here!" Vinnie spoke up pointing to me, I let out a huff as she motioned me to follow her.

"If I die, promise me you won't ever love again?" I glanced back at Vinnie as I slowly followed the nurse.

"That is so toxic, anyway you're not going to die, you're just getting your tooth taken out for God sake." Vinnie shook his head at my dramatics

In one final look at Vinnie, I reluctantly followed her.

Help me god.

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ONE HOUR AND TWENTY MINUTES LATER

OMNISCIENT POV

Vinnie waited patiently for y/n to be done with her procedure, he scrolled down the timeline of his Instagram in boredom . Suddenly the door opened revealing the nurse from before, wheeling y/n who’s in a wheelchair.

He immediately stood up and walked over to them before the nurse could call out his name. He looked at y/n and noticed the cotton balls in her mouth and her puffy cheeks, it was quite a sight to see. Nonetheless he still found her adorable.

"Did everything go well?" He asked the nurse, while eyeing y/n who was currently babbling about nonsense.

"Yes, she's still in the effects of the laughing gas so she's very out of it. Also if she gets hungry start her off with liquids and soft food for the next two days, avoid solid foods which can cause damage in the recovery area." She finished off, making sure he heard her clear.

"Are you leaving me?" Y/n looked up at the nurse, both of her cheeks puffed from the cotton balls.

"Well right now, I'm going to help your boyfriend get you settled in the car okay?" The nurse said to y/n, as she began rolling y/n out the office while Vinnie led her to the car.

"I'm going to drive! I love driving!" Y/n exclaimed trying to stand up from the wheelchair.

"No you're not, the doctor said you can't do anything you're done for the rest of the day." Vinnie said, shaking his head opening the passenger door.

"No I'm not done, I'm just getting started! Where's my phone so I can call 911 on you!" She glared at Vinnie while the nurse laughed, helping her into the car. Once she was settled in, the nurse then handed Vinnie some extra mouth balls before leaving with the wheelchair.

"Wait where are you going?!" Y/n called out to the nurse who was already back in the building.

"Babe stop yelling, sit back in your seat." Vinnie said in amusement, before starting up the car.

"Shh! I'm talking to Karla! Not you!" She said scrunching up her face, as she looked at Vinnie.

"She's not even here! What are you doing?!" He asked, watching her rummage through the empty chick fil la bag she found on the floor. While she was in her surgery, Vinnie left to get some food for his empty stomach. It was quite a wait after all.

'Why isn't there any food in here?" She whined before looking back at Vinnie; her facial expression changed fast.

This sight of her facial expression changing was comical to him, the way her eyebrows furrowed and her mouth turning downward had him chuckling.

"You ate it didn't you?" She crossed her arms glaring at him.

"Yes I did, why do you keep looking at me like that-i don't want it, leave it!" He told her as she tried to give him the bag that contained the residue of his meal.

"You're not my friend, you didn't give me anything!" She said scrunching up her face more.

"You can't even eat anything like that anyways, do you want a smoothie?" He questioned chuckling.

"No! I want food!" She huffed, crossing her arms once more and facing the window.

"Well you can't get any food, you have to eat liquids for now." He informed, taking his eyes off the road for a second to see her reaction.

"Why not?" She asked, shifting in her seat.

"Because you'd be in a lot of pain." He told her.

It went silent for a moment, until y/n decided to speak up.

"I don't like these." She said out of nowhere.

Vinnie glanced at her again to see what she was referring to, only to find her trying to stick her finger in her mouth to take out the mouth balls.

"Hey! Stop, don't do that!" He said in a bit of a firm tone.

She groaned, yanking her wrists out of his grip, as he tried to pull her hand away from her mouth.

"You never let me do anything!" Y/n grumbled, her face looked like it was ready to cry.

"That's not true, you wanna listen to some music?" He asked, flickering on the radio

"I can't listen because I'll turn into a witch!" She started to cover her ears with both hands.

"Okay I guess not" He mumbled snickering to himself.

"Are we together?" She asked

"Yes we are," He responded back, interlocking his right hand with her left, as he kept driving.

"So that means I can't date anybody?" Y/n looked at him worriedly.

Vinnie chuckled confused at her question, but remember she wasn't in her right state of mind.

"What do you mean? You're dating me, babe." He said, squeezing her hand.

"No you mean! You won't let me drive or have any food!" She exclaimed her eyebrows stayed furrowed.

"It's for your own good my love." He replied, watching as she pouted.

During the whole car ride back to the hype house, y/n was in so many different moods. It was entertaining to say the least, and Vinnie wished he could've had someone record some of it.

When they arrived at the hype house, luckily everyone wasn't home so Vinnie didn't have to worry about anyone provoking y/n even more.

"Hit that hoe! Aye!" Y/n hyped herself up, doing the woah dance as they entered the home.

Vinnie looked over, and saw y/n nodding her head to some beat she more likely heard in her head, it was then he decided she needed to take a nap.

"C'mon let's get you to bed." He said, taking off her shoes before lifting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist carrying her to his room as she giggled.

"I'm floating!" She lazily laughed, dropping her head on his shoulder.

"You can call it that, I guess." Vinnie said shaking his head as he entered his bedroom, walking over to the bed leaned down to lay Y/n down. But she wouldn't budge, in fact she kept a strong grip on him securing her legs around his waist.

"C'mon babe, let go." He said gently patting her butt to give her the message that it was time to let go.

"I don't want to let you go, you're comfortable." She replied feeling drowsy.

"Okay, we'll lay together." He told her gently placing himself on the bed on his back so that y/n was lying on top of him. He really didn't feel tired, but for her he'll stay there as long as she needs him to.

"I don't like this feeling." Y/n whimpered, grimacing in pain her eyes even began to water but no tears escaped. Her head felt foggy and her words came out slurred.

Along with those stupid cotton balls that was irritating her.

"I know baby, it'll go away just try and go to sleep." Vinnie kissed the top of her forehead, caressing her back softly until he heard her soft snores coming from her mouth.

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A/N

Ahhhhhh

I hope this was good!

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featherypromises · 5 years

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Seokjin wasn't going to come out of this unscathed. Featuring sickie Namjoon, a smidgen of Jungkook, and Seokjin. Caretaking with Hoseok, Yoongi, and Seokjin. Minor mess warning!

For the prequel, click the link below.

Do as I say, not as I do (2):

A good hyung

Seokjin woke up. Not in his bed; laying down, but sitting in a rolling desk chair with his upper body stretched out face-down on top of Namjoon's comforter. He must have fallen asleep after putting Joonah to bed.

The leader of BTS was still fast asleep. His mouth hung open, allowing quiet, congested snores to escape. He was also blissfully unaware of his audience of one.

Remembering why he had been in the room in the first place, the older man reached over to gently place the back of his hand against Namjoon's forehead. The sleeping boy was still a bit warm, but definitely not as bad as he had been last night. The oldest member sighed tiredly and stretched. His back ached from the awkward way he had slept, but as long as Joon was okay, it was worth it.

Getting up quietly to avoid waking his dongsaeng, the taller man left the room, closing the door behind him. He could hear voices and commotion downstairs, so the others were probably up. He tried in vain to flatten and smooth his flyaway hair as he headed towards the kitchen.

Hobi was in the kitchen, preparing vegetables and chattering away at Yoongi, who, in his hyung's absence had started breakfast… Or lunch? Was it really 11:30 already?

The maknae line was in a row on the sofa, looking like living representations of "see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil" and they were oblivious to how cute it looked. Tae was holding the sides of his head, being aegyo. He had just trounced Jimin thoroughly in a video game and the defeated Jimin was covering his eyes in utter disbelief at the upset of his victory. Poor Kookie, looking only half-awake, held a tissue over his nose and mouth with both hands, blowing his much abused nose softly. Seokjin watched them, entertained, as the younger members teased each other and squabbled amongst themselves.

The oldest rapper turned to place the cooking pot into the sink and saw his hyung and what he was looking at. Immediately, Yoongi poked Hoseok and jerked his thumb towards the young vocalists. They shared a smile before turning to Seokjin.

"Morning Hyung!" Said Hobi brightly.

"Barely…" Yoongi added, "Where's Joonah?"

"Sick…" admitted the older man with a sigh, "I think he caught it from Kookie, but… well, you know Namjoonah never does anything halfway."

Yoongi muttered a curse,

"Aiisssh, that kid! Seriously…If he would just slow down for a minute…" Hoseok quieted his friend by placing a kindly hand on his arm and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Is he doing okay? How can we help?

Seokjin smiled at the dance leader and shook his head,

"I gotta handle this one, Hobiyah. It's not bad enough for him to go to the hospital, but he had a fever last night and this morning. I stayed with him overnight to make sure he would be alright." The oldest member rubbed his sore neck and looked at the counter in front of him rather than meet the eyes of either of the younger men.

Hobi sucked in a breath through his teeth, making a disapproving cluck,

"Hyung! I could have stayed with him, or Yoongi,... You realize you are probably going to get it too now right?"

Min Yoongi put two and two together in his head and swore again,

"Damnit Hyung! You are just as bad as Joonie! You catch everything these punks bring in here!" He pointed at the three youngest on the couch, drawing their attention. He continued,

"How long did you lecture Namjoon on his health yesterday, or today? I know you did! Don't shake your head at me hyung. You should apply some of your "wisdom" to your own life! Any of us, except maybe Jimin, (the exception to this statement objected with a loud "Yaaah!" and was ignored) would have had a better chance of not catching this than you. It's a miracle that you didn't catch it from Jungkookie!" Yoongi glared at the taller man, who glanced up when the rapper paused for breath.

"I know. It was dumb, but I couldn't just stand by and watch. He hid how sick he was until I found him out and demanded that he take today off. I know I'm going to get it, if I don't have it already, Yoongiyah. But Joon wasn't going to rest or tell anyone, because he felt that would be wrong for a leader to do that when we were all working so hard." Seokjin could feel the youngest three members' eyes on him and he turned towards them,

" You three need to stay away from Namjoon's room for at least a few days. This bug is a lot worse than what Kookie had..." Jungkook blew his nose again, and Seokjin corrected himself, "well, has… This isn't personal, it's being sure that we all don't end up getting sick. Okay?" The young trio nodded, and Seokjin continued, "I'll be with Joon until his fever's gone, but after that, if I start feeling even a little bit sick, I will be in my room, so steer clear until I let you know it's okay to go in again."

He got more nods, and "Yes, Hyung"s from the maknaes. The eldest member turned back to Hoseok and Yoongi, who was still glowering at him.

"I'm going to need a few things: tissues, cough sweets, cold medicine that fix congestion and coughing, and some of the juices from the refrigerator. Food will be harder to figure out… Yoongiyah, Can you take the soup I froze last week out? Joon can eat that for a while. If I only come to the kitchen to heat up the food and we sanitize well, we should be able to reduce the chances that anyone else gets this."

Hobi began collecting the requested items as he spoke, leaving his hyungs to sort out the rest. Min Yoongi put his pointer finger up in a warning gesture,

"Hyung, you are going to tell me when you start to feel even a little off… I will bring food to you and to Joon. We really can't afford to have another member get sick or the recording next week is going to be delayed." Seokjin nodded reluctantly. He hated being fussed over, but the rapper was right.

"I will." The oldest hyung gathered up the supplies and returned to Namjoon's bedroom. The door creaked a bit as he opened it, announcing his reentry. Namjoon groaned as he turned over and opened his eyes slowly. Putting the care items down on the desk, the older boy went over and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Hey Jooniyah, how are you feeling?"

The younger man looked up at his hyung blearily,

"Dot good, Hyug. I'b so stuffed ub, I cadt breathe." Seokjin cringed as the younger man coughed harshly into his hands. His body shook with the effort and the struggle to stop the coughs seemed to drain the little energy the rapper had.

"Let's get some medicine in you, Joonah." The older man helped him sit up against the pillows and measured out the red, gloppy medicine. Handing the tiny cup to Namjoon, Seokjin opened a berry-flavored juice and set it beside the sick man on his nightstand. The leader swallowed the stuff with a grimace and immediately chased it with a big gulp of juice. He licked his lips reflexively and winced. They were so badly chapped that the bottom lip was bleeding slightly.

"Are the others okay?" asked the not-so-off-duty leader, as he pulled a tube of lip balm out from under the pile of books on his nightstand and applied it generously.

"Worried about you, but fine otherwise." The older man replied honestly. Namjoon dropped his gaze to his lap and his fingers began toying with the bottle lid. Seokjin sighed,

" They would have found out sooner or later… besides they have to let the managers know that you are not well enough for the photoshoot tomorrow."

That made the leader look up sharply. When he started to protest, Seokjin held up his hand,

"Even if you feel 100% better tomorrow, you might still pass this on to the others. Nobody wants that, Jooniyah."

The rapline's maknae looked like he still had objections for a moment, but his body had other ideas.

"Hh...Hiih-Hxxgt! Hhxxntch! Hiiphissh! Hektshuh!! Hhh...huhhh…ugh."

As the sneezes ripped their way out of the younger man's nose and throat, he struggled to squash them into his elbow as Seokjin watched helplessly. The oldest member grabbed the tissue box, pulled out a few and handed them to his Dongsaeng. Namjoon hitched for a moment more before groaning in frustration, as the last sneeze eluded him. He took the tissues and blew his nose cautiously, not wanting to trigger another fit. The sound made Seokjin's hair stand on end and he shuddered. It sounded similar to someone popping small bubbles on bubble wrap as the viscous liquid was forced out little by little.

"Poor Joonie… I'm sorry you are feeling so bad." The older man smoothed Namjoon's hair away from his forehead, checking for a fever. The findings gave Seokjin a little comfort. Joon might still be under the weather, but the fever was gone. The vocalist cleared his throat, as he quickly removed his hand, trying to regain his composure and hide his relief. This small action had an unexpected consequence, however. The ailing rapper looked at his hyung with confusion, which quickly evolved into anxious concern, then a guilt-induced panic:

"Hyug, you're dnot… Oh no, did I ged you sig?!? Shit! I'b so stupid! How could I have let you do all those things for be yesterday?!? I shouldn't have let you dnear be! And you were here all last dnight too? I'b so sorry, hyug!"

Seokjin's utter shock at this sudden reaction, shaped his mouth into a small dumbfounded "o". Recovering himself, he tried to calm the unwell man, who was still berating himself with a thoroughness that showed that this was not the first time that he had thought these insults at himself.

"Joonah! JOON! STOP! Just stop it now! You are not stupid at all! Never say anything like that again! If I get this cold, so what? I've had colds before. It's my job to look after myself, and if I don't, then the consequences are my fault. Mine. Not yours." Seokjin drew the anxiously trembling man to him, embracing him tightly, " I took my vitamins and got plenty of sleep, so that should give me a fighting chance. Yoongi said it was weird that I hadn't already caught this from Jungkook, maybe I'm building up some resistance."

The older man felt the other man's congested breathing calm as he held him. Seokjin released the slightly smaller man slowly, guiding him back to lean against the pillows again.

"You don't have to worry about anything except feeling better, okay?" The vocalist ruffled Namjoon's hair gently. The younger man nodded slowly, then blushed as his stomach grumbled its impatience for food loudly. Seokjin laughed,

"Sounds like you're hungry! I'll check with Yoongi and see if lunch is ready." A few text messages and minutes later, Min Yoongi entered carrying two bowls of chicken and vegetable soup.

"Seokjin-hyung said you weren't feeling well, so your hyungs thought soup would help you get better faster. Hoseokie will come check on you later." Yoongi held out one bowl to the younger rapper and gave the other to Seokjin. The normally taciturn man seemed to struggle for a moment before saying,

"You worried us, Joonah… Next time you aren't 100%, just tell us. We won't think badly of you for something you can't control."

Namjoon responded with a sheepish smile,

"I will, Yoongi-hyung… sorry."

Min Yoongi brushed the apology away with a flap of his hand,

"Quit with your sorries and eat before it gets cold." Namjoon obeyed and ate with obvious enjoyment. Seokjin would have been content just to watch the younger man eat. He was happiest when he could cook good food for the other members, but at the moment he had more pressing issues. An alarm bell was going off in his head, signaling him to do something about a tickle that was growing in the back of his nose. He fought for control as his nose twitched and scrunched with irritation. He had only a few seconds to act. He stood abruptly,

"HH- I'm going to use the-hhh bathroom. I-I'll be back." He left quickly, his breath already hitching. He dashed down the hall, out of earshot and sneezed desperately,

"Heh-hephBrrrsshuh! Ahh-Brreshooo!" The sneezes bent him at the waist, forcing him to try to catch them in his cupped hands. His eyes stung as his sinuses burned and his nose wasn't through with him yet, "Hhh-H'Ressshuh! Ah-GRSShooo! BRESSHUH!"

Seokjin's hands were covered in a mess of liquid and his face twisted in disgust. He sniffled fruitlessly and turned into the bathroom, leaning his back against the door until it closed behind him. He used his elbows to turn on the faucet and scrubbed his hands until they were bright pink. He sniffled again, trying to prevent the fluid from running over his upper lip.

The cold had finally caught up with him as Hoseok and Yoongi had said it would. He wasn't congested like Joonie was yet, but Seokjin knew it was only a matter of hours. He was just glad he had been able to leave before Yoongi, or worse, Namjoon had seen or heard that fit. The normally quiet Yoongi would have dragged his hyung by his ear back to the vocalist's bedroom and superglued the taller man to his bed. A small smile played across Seokjin's face at the mental image that accompanied that thought. But that picture was quickly warped until he could only see Joonah's panic-stricken face and hear the younger man verbally beating himself to a pulp over Seokjin getting sick. With a herculean effort, the oldest member pushed the gut-wrenching nightmare image away and splashed water onto his face to help clear his head. He would have to keep this development from Joon. If he didn't, the younger man would just make himself sicker worrying about things that he couldn't fix or change.

The vocalist dried his face and hands before grabbing some tissues and blowing his nose. The man knew how pointless blowing his nose was at this point. It was like kicking at a wave rolling onto the shore: you couldn't stop it, but trying made him feel like he wasn't giving in to the illness yet. He shoved extra tissues into his pocket, just in case.

Steeling himself, he returned to the youngest rapper's bedroom. Yoongi gave him a suspicious look as he entered, but said nothing. Instead the younger man put his pointer finger close to his lips in a pantomime of "Shush". Seokjin relaxed as he saw that their leader was asleep again, his bedspread lovingly tucked in around him and a box of tissues within easy reach.

Silently the older men collected the bowls, flatware, and empty bottle of juice and left the room like shadows, closing the door behind them. They moved down the hall towards the stairs, when Seokjin felt a tap on his shoulder from behind. When he turned to see what the rapper needed, the older man was instantly subjected to a long, deft finger poking him in the nose. Seokjin stumbled back and gasped as his now sensitized nose objected, and launched him into an itchy flurry of sneezes.

"Wh-what the Hehhhl! H-Heh-Hahrresshoo! HehGrresshhoo!! Hat'shuuh! Ghessshoo! Heh-HAH-HEKT'SHOOO!!! ASH-CHOO!!!"

Unable to cover with full hands, Seokjin sneezed openly, twisting away from the younger man. At the end of the fit, the older man was a sniffling, drippy wreck. He wiped his runny nose on the forearm of his sleeve. Through teary eyes, he saw Yoongi glaring at him, arms crossed; the dishes he'd been carrying on the floor, forgotten.

Defeated, the older man made a face at the younger man before continuing down the stairs with the dishes. He put them into the sink and used a paper towel to clean himself up, as Yoongi caught up with him. The rapper deposited the remaining dishes into the sink and said,

"I could hear you from down the hall."

Seokjin went white as a sheet. Had Namjoon heard too? The shorter man shook his head, in response to the unasked question.

"Joon was too busy to hear… his nose was causing him problems too. He was so tired after that much sneezing that he almost fell asleep sitting up."

The singer sighed in relief. He nodded and turned to head upstairs to get some rest himself. It would be a long couple of days. Passing Yoongi, he rested one large hand on the smaller man's shoulder.

"Don't tell him… Joonie would just be upset."

"Fine, but you have to promise me, Hyung, that you will text either me or Hobi if you need anything or if you start feeling really bad. Any sign of fever or…anything…" Yoongi didn't meet his hyung's eyes, but Seokjin knew that was just the rapper trying to hide his concern. Six years of friendship had given the oldest member at least that much insight into Min Yoongi's mind. He smiled at the younger man,

"I promise, Yoongiyah." His tender moment with the younger member was interrupted by another sneeze. This time he was able to fish a tissue from his pocket to catch it.

"Huh-HUH-HEH-GHSSSHH!" The younger man rolled his eyes at his hyung,

"Yeah-yeah, let's get you back upstairs. I'll check on Joonie once you are settled and I'll have Hoseokie check on you later."

The oldest member snuffled into the tissue and nodded, following the smaller man up the stairs and into his bedroom. Seokjin wasn't really surprised when the rapper turned down the bed coverlet and sheets or when he pulled the shades on the windows to darken the room for sleep. What surprised him was that once he had laid down, Yoongi with practiced hands began to tuck him in, in the same way he had obviously done for Namjoon, not long ago. Seokjin hadn't experienced this in years, it felt strangely comforting.

"Sleep well, Hyung. I will bring you some medicine in a few minutes." The older man smiled at the rapper, showing a mixture of pride and gratitude, and said just loud enough for Yoongi to hear as he turned to leave,

"You are a good hyung, Yoongiyah."

"You too."

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