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