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a/n: I finished this before I finished the "main" fic, lol. July fic is coming soon though!!
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“I’m so stuffed up,” Jungkook complains. “I can’t breathe.”
Next to him, Jimin squirms. He already has his arm around Jungkook, and now his grip tightens. “I’m so sorry, sweetie.”
“Hnghh.”
“My poor baby.”
“Soooo stuffy.”
Jimin chuckles. “You have a lot to say about it, hmm?”
Jungkook tries to sniffle. He lifts his head up to look into Jimin's eyes. “Yeah. Just want…”
Jimin can feel his heart trying to pound its way out of his chest. “Do you…do you want me to help?” he whispers, unable to meet Jungkook’s gaze.
Jungkook nods and noses along Jimin’s throat.
“Fuck,” Jimin shivers. “Are you sure?”
Again, Jungkook nods.
When Jimin sits up, Jungkook follows, tugging the blanket up to his chest and leaning back against the headboard.
“I can’t believe this is real,” Jimin murmurs under his breath, reaching for a pillow. He tucks it between Jungkook’s head and the headboard. “You’re sure?”
“Super sure.”
Jimin hardly knows what to do with himself. He grabs the box of tissues from the nightstand and then settles in front of Jungkook on his knees. After a second, he seems to change his mind, and climbs into Jungkook’s lap instead, straddling his hips over the blanket.
Jungkook tilts his head back, offering himself up. “Whatever you want to do,” he says. “As long as I can breathe afterward.”
The tissue trembles in Jimin’s hand as he twists one of the corners into a point. Jungkook’s nostrils are red, and they flare out wide as Jimin guides the tissue up to his right nostril.
Jungkook reaches up and rubs his nose preemptively, already thinking about the ticklish touch. “Not too much teasing,” he requests, his voice thick with congestion. “Will you just…go deep?”
“Of course.” Jimin leans forward and presses a kiss to the very tip of his nose. “I’ll make sure it doesn’t last long.”
An image flashes through Jimin’s mind– the fine point of the tissue brushing against Jungkook’s nostrils, tickling just the very edges until Jungkook is writhing beneath him, desperate to sneeze– but he shoves those thoughts away for when Jungkook isn’t suffering from a cold.
“Ready?” Jimin asks, and then pushes the tissue up into Jungkook’s nostril.
Jungkook tenses immediately, his eyes flying wide open. His lips part, his breath catching, but it’s almost like he’s frozen there, too startled to do anything but wait.
Jimin wiggles the tissue around, pushing it in a little deeper. After just a few more seconds, Jungkook’s eyes start to roll up, and he sucks in a shuddering inhale.
“uhh–! hhHHH–! UHHH’shoo!”
As soon as the first sneeze explodes out of him, Jimin pulls the tissue out and slides his hand behind Jungkook’s head. Even though the pillow is there, they’ve had too many close calls with the headboard.
With his other hand, he plucks two tissues from the box and holds them up to Jungkook’s nose.
“HH-ESH’oo! HXSH’shoo!”
“Bless you,” Jimin murmurs, keeping the tissues cupped over Jungkook’s nose. He can feel the damp heat through them, and knows two tissues isn’t nearly enough for what’s coming.
“UHHH’shoo! uhh’SHOO! HXSH’shoo!”
“Bless youuu. There you go, get it all out, baby.”
“huhHH–! uhhh! hghhh…”
“Oh no,” Jimin chuckles, watching a tear slide down Jungkook’s cheek. “Did they get stuck?”
Jungkook tries to nod, but his breath hitches violently and he looks up towards the ceiling. Another tear falls down his face.
As quickly as he can, Jimin grabs a couple more tissues and swaps them out, wiping Jungkook’s nose and upper lip. Then he grabs two more and folds them neatly around Jugkook’s flaring nostrils.
“Blow.”
Jungkook blows out a breath through his mouth, inhales, and then empties his sinuses into the tissues.
“Good job,” Jimin praises, wiping Jungkook’s nose again. “I’m going to do the other side now. Are you doing okay?”
Jungkook nods and swipes at his watering eyes. “It really tickled,” he whines, sniffling.
“Just a little more of that,” Jimin promises. “And try not to sniff right now, okay?”
As soon as Jimin twists another tissue into a sharp point, he inserts it into Jungkook’s left nostril. He pushes it in deep and starts wiggling it around, watching as Jungkook’s face contorts immediately.
“Ohh,” Jungkook gasps, his chest expanding with hitching breaths. “Uhhh–!”
Jimin twists his wrist back and forth, sliding the tissue just a little farther in. At the same time, he reaches for a few tissues, readying them with his other hand. Just as Jungkook’s breath hitches again, he holds the handful of tissues up, close enough to catch most of the spray.
“hhh-ESHH! uhh’SHOO! hngxsh!”
“Bless you. Just a few more.”
“HXSH’shoo! hnghh…uhh’SHOO! UHHH’shoo!”
“There we go!” Jimin pulls the tissue out of Jungkook’s nostril. His hand is covered in snot now, but he uses a clean tissue to wipe as much of it off as he can.
“Here, blow again.”
Jungkook obeys, blowing his nose into another tissue that Jimin holds for him. Jimin switches it out twice more, until Jungkook seems to have cleared most of the congestion out.
By the time he’s done, they’re both out of breath.
“I’m going to tuck you back into bed,” Jimin pants, subtly adjusting himself through his underwear. “Do you think you’ll be able to fall asleep now, sweetie?”
“What about…” Jungkook tries to reach for Jimin’s waist, but he feels like his arms aren’t quite working right.
“No no no,” Jimin shakes his head. “You’re going to sleep. I will take care of that later.”
Jungkook’s face scrunches up, but he’s too sleepy to truly protest.
“Tomorrow…” he murmurs, but he trails off before he can finish his sentence.
“Tomorrow, you will continue to rest, so you can recover.” Jimin kisses Jungkook’s forehead. “Sleep well, my love.”
Jimin slowly eases himself out of the bed, making sure he’s quiet so Jungkook can fall asleep right away. He gathers up all of the used tissues, and turns around to see Taehyung standing in the doorway.
Taehyung puts a finger to his lips. He grins wide, tilting his head in the direction of the en suite, and whispers, “Care to join me for a shower?”
I will close the 2026 sicktember form tomorrow so I can start writing!
I love how many people clocked which prompts I won’t likely be writing, lol
for now, here are the current results. I used it like a poll, so the ones that people said they want to see most will be the ones I try to write first, and the member that got the most “votes” will be the sickie. EVEN THOUGH BARELY ANYONE PICKED JUNGKOOK FOR SICKIE WHAT THE HECK. anyway, I put the current winning sickies after each one even if I might not write it. and with the ones that are tied I’ll choose a member from the winners, or make it multiple sickies
also, I totally forgot the section asking for caretakers, so if you have an opinion on that for any of the prompts please let me know in the comments or send me a message!
top choices:
1. Crash Out (sickie Namjoon)
2. Worried sick (sickie Yoongi)
3. Forced to care for a rival (sickie Taehyung)
5. “Stop whining, you’re fine,” (They’re not fine) (sickie Jimin)
7. Sick on a date (sickie Jimin)
9. Sick in a snowstorm (sickie Jimin)
11. Wrapped in blankets (sickie Jimin)
12. Sick in front of a partner for the first time (sickie Jimin)
13. A usually shy pet begins to curl up to the sick character more (sickie Yoongi)
16. Sick while camping (sickie Hoseok or Yoongi)
17. Caregiver burn out (sickie Seokjin)
24. “My boss won’t let me take a sick day.” (sickie Hoseok or Yoongi)
25. Out of medicine (sickie Hoseok)
28. Dizzy (sickie Jimin)
Alt 4. Flowers (sickie Hoseok, Jimin, Jungkook, Namjoon, Seokjin)
maybes:
6. Doctor visit (sickie Jimin)
10. “Stop getting out of bed!” (sickie Seokjin)
18. Character gets spoiled by their caregiver (sickie Jungkook)
19. “I can’t afford to go to the doctor,” (sickie Jimin)
20. Parenting while sick (sickie Seokjin)
27. Work from home day (sickie Namjoon, Yoongi)
29. “You made the soup wrong!” (sickie Seokjin)
30. Mental health day (sickie Yoongi)
Alt 1. “I don’t need anyone to take care of me!” (Loves being dotted on) (that’s supposed to be doted on, right? idk that’s how they spelled it) (sickie Jimin or Jungkook)
Alt 2. Pillow fort (sickie Jimin, Jungkook or Taehyung)
Alt 3. “I’m bored.” “You wouldn’t be bored if you took a damn nap,” (sickie Jungkook)
I deleted a lot of posts from this blog (non-fic posts!) because I'm cleaning up a lil and I will delete this too at some point, but just wanted to provide updates and remind myself
I will be moving the last of my snzfics from @bultaoreunheyyy over to this blog this month, turns out there are a LOT idk why i posted so many. they are not new ones, just reposting.
all fics that had other kinks, w/o snz or with very little snz, have been moved to @heyyythatsweird
thank you for voting in my polls, I appreciate it muchoooo. I will be doing snzfics for sicktember, will post my feather snz fics, etc. and I know there is not much interest so please don't click unless you actually want this but the genderswap, boypussy and omegaverse fics have their own blog now @btspussysnz
for sicktember: I will be asking for suggestions soon, i'm just figuring out how many i want to write!
already forgot the 5th thing. will return if i remember
title: Teddy & Tiger
current word count: 430
summary: Jungkook is hooking up with a guy who has a cat, which sucks minimally for his roommate Jimin who is allergic to cats. But Jimin can’t complain; he’s hooking up with a guy who has a dog, and Jungkook is allergic to dogs.
Meanwhile, Taehyung– pro pet sitter– is enjoying his life as a newly single man, hooking up with guys from the dating apps who are hot but never seem to read the section of his profile that says he’s not interested in something exclusive.
title: problematic (problem is when I'm with you, I'm an addict) - Chapter 2
current word count: 2,924
summary: Jimin realizes he has feelings for Jungkook– the hot bartender he’s fucking and not supposed to be catching feelings for– when Jungkook catches a cold.
title: vminkookink
current word count:
summary: kink!jimin / taehyung / jungkook
title: hot ones
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title: Sneeze Bloopers (a drabble series)
current word count:
next drabble: They added a sneeze to their secret handshake
title: Deal, Part 2 (The Apartment)
current word count: 1,471
summary: Lifeguard Jungkook shows up to the beach with a terrible cold and beachgoers Taehyung and Jimin do not let that stop them from their horny attempts at getting to know him on a more personal level.
title: jk motorcycle
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title: stars don’t shine, they burn
current word count: 533
summary: Jeongguk falls from the constellations. Jimin catches him.
title: playdate
current word count: 721
summary: kink!yoongi / namjoon + jungkook
title: snow jk sick
current word count: 2,648
summary: kink!yoongi / jungkook
title: hotel
current word count: 2,041
summary: Jungkook is allergic to traveling
problematic (problem is when I'm with you, I'm an addict) - Chapter 1
Title: problematic (problem is when I'm with you, I'm an addict) - Chapter 1
Chapter Masterlist
Word Count: 5,136
Summary: Jimin realizes he has feelings for Jungkook– the hot bartender he’s fucking and not supposed to be catching feelings for– when Jungkook catches a cold.
CW: sneezing, blow jobs, hand jobs, anal sex, alcohol
Jimin might be a little tipsy when he stumbles into his second bar of the night.
It’s a bit farther from home than he usually goes, and in a slightly nicer neighborhood than where he lives, and it’s refreshing to see that the sidewalks are clean outside and the lightbulbs aren’t half burnt out inside.
The silly thing is, Jimin hates alcohol. He doesn’t even know why he’s here. Well…he knows, but he doesn’t want to think about why he’s here. He doesn’t want to think about why he’s so fucking sad he feels empty, why he’s intoxicated because he chugged three beers already just to feel emptier, why he’s letting the loneliness lead him to some upscale bar in some upscale neighborhood because now he wants to feel something other than the emptiness.
Not a single soul pays attention to him as he makes his way to the bar and slides onto a stool at the very end of the counter. While he waits for a bartender to come over, he scans the room and sighs. Everyone is here in pairs or more. No one else is alone. No one else is fucking pathetic like he is.
“Looking for love?” a voice behind the bar says.
“Nah. Fuck love,” Jimin responds without thinking, and then he turns in his seat and looks up to meet the gaze of hottest man he’s ever seen in his entire life.
Large, sparkling eyes capture his attention first, but the influence of the alcohol in his system has his gaze moving quickly down to admire the man’s heavily tattooed biceps, deliciously on display thanks to a skin-tight light gray tank top. He openly stares at the way the man’s shirt shows off well defined pecs and hugs his slim waist, and when he drags his eyes back up he spots piercings– so many piercings– on his ears, his nose, his eyebrow, his lip–
“Sorry,” he says belatedly, not knowing if seconds or hours have passed.
The bartender raises an eyebrow, something unreadable on his face, and then he turns around and grabs a couple of bottles from a shelf above him. Jimin takes the opportunity to admire his broad, muscular back. When the bartender turns around again, he sets a shot glass of clear liquid in front of Jimin, holding up a second shot for himself, something a pretty amber color.
“Don’t worry. I fully agree with you,” the man says, tipping his shot back so fast Jimin thinks he’s imagining him drinking it at all. “Fuck love. Who needs it, anyway?” He smirks at Jimin and waits until he drinks the shot– the alcohol burns, sears his throat as it goes down, and he can’t stop himself from grimacing in disgust. The bartender continues with a little laugh that gives Jimin butterflies, “I’d rather have good whiskey and really, really good sex over love any day.”
Jimin’s face heats up, on fire, burning. His tongue feels too big in his mouth. It doesn’t stop his reply.
“Why didn’t you give me the good whiskey at least?” He fights the urge to stick out his tongue at the taste of whatever it was in the shot glass. “What was that, tequila?”
The bartender snorts. He considers Jimin with a smirk, and then leaves for a moment, returning with a glass of water the Jimin gulps down greedily. The other man has that look in his eyes again, something sinful, something wanting. He leans in so close that their noses are nearly touching, and when he speaks Jimin can smell the whiskey on his breath.
“How about I give you really good sex instead?”
Out behind the bar, at 1am under a flickering streetlight, the bartender pushes Jimin up against the brick wall and captures his lips with his own, warm and demanding and skilled in a way that Jimin has never experienced before. The tattooed man is so much taller, so much stronger than him, and it makes Jimin weak in the knees.
He wants to be fucked so badly by this man he’s just met– he’d been basically promised it, after all– but when the bartender whispers in Jimin’s ear that this is just a warmup, that there can be more later if he wants, Jimin nods eagerly and watches him drop to his knees.
“What’s your name, pretty thing?” He asks as he undoes Jimin’s pants.
“Jimin,” he breathes out, voice shaky. “I’m Jimin.”
“Jimin,” he murmurs, breath hot against Jimin’s erection. “Can I touch you, Jimin?”
Yes, yes, yes-yes-yes– he doesn’t realize that he’s panting the word, over and over like some desperate, needy fucking loser, but then the bartender’s mouth is enveloping him completely, a smirk on his face despite the fact that he’s in the middle of sucking Jimin off.
Jimin looks down and watches the way the man’s lip piercings catch the streetlight as his bobs his head up and down on his cock, the way the stud in his nose glints when his nostrils flare with each inhale through his nose, and yeah, there’s a tongue piercing too, apparently, and fuck–
He comes embarrassingly fast, heat scorching through his entire body, spreading to the very tips of his fingers and to the ends of his toes where they curl in his boots. Somehow he remains standing through it all, thighs trembling and fingertips digging into the brick wall as the man drinks him down and then licks his lips with a satisfied hum.
He’s still smirking, even as he gets to his feet and dusts his jeans off like it’s nothing.
“See you around, Jimin.”
He’s gone before Jimin even thinks to ask him his name back or return the favor, disappearing back inside the bar through the back door.
*
After that, Jimin can’t stay away.
It becomes a thing. He gets off work, goes home for a few hours to make a sad meal for one, and then takes a shower and puts on his cute, well-fitting clothes that he hasn’t worn in years but dug out of his closet with frantic urgency. And then, he heads to the same bar, almost every single night.
He learns that the bartender’s name is Jungkook.
Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook– it sounds so satisfying to moan his name when Jungkook’s mouth is around his cock, or when Jungkook’s hands are everywhere, wrapped around him, caressing his skin. Or when, finally, Jungkook leads him back into a storage room one night and fucks him over a stack of crates and makes him see stars, something quick but so electrifyingly pleasurable that Jimin can barely walk afterward.
Even on nights when the last thing he wants is a drink, he finds himself on edge, gut twisting with anticipation until he can step foot in that bar and see Jungkook.
Jungkook.
He’s addicted, but it’s not to the alcohol.
*
“Hey.” Jimin settles into his usual spot and smiles when Jungkook places a tall glass with something pink and fizzy in it in front of him.
“Hey yourself.” Jungkook leans forward on both of his elbows and Jimin feels himself flushing under his gaze. “So. Why do you come here so often?”
Jimin freezes, heart pounding. It takes him way too long to realize Jungkook is fucking with him.
“I– it’s the drinks, obviously,” he finally replies, trying to get his brain to catch up. “Best drinks in the city.”
“Yeah?” Jungkook asks with a smirk. “What do you like best, then? Whisky? Tequila? Beer?”
“Shut up,” Jimin mumbles. God, he’s half hard already, all from Jungkook’s teasing and from the anticipation of what’s to come.
“Try that,” Jungkook says, nodding at the drink between them. “I think you’ll actually like it.”
Jimin leans forward and takes a sip through the straw. The drink is actually good, sweet and bubbly, and it tastes absolutely nothing like alcohol.
“It’s good! What is it?”
Jungkook reaches up and rubs the side of his nose where his piercing is, scrunching up his nose slightly, the corners of his mouth twitching. “It’s sprite and cranberry juice.”
Jimin almost spits out the sip he’s currently drinking. He barely manages to swallow it, and then sputters for a moment, pouting up at Jungkook, who’s laughing.
“Fuck you,” Jimin wheezes, but he can’t help the smile that spreads across his face at the delighted look in Jungkook’s eyes.
“Okay. C’mere,” Jungkook says, tilting his head toward the back room, and Jimin doesn’t even pretend like he’s not eager to follow him out.
Outside, he finds himself between the wall and Jungkook’s warm body. He’s torn between wanting to close his eyes and soak up every sensation, and keeping his eyes open so he can watch every single second of what’s about to unfold.
“So pretty,” Jungkook murmurs, staring right into Jimin’s eyes and making the decision for him. Eyes open. Jimin can’t look away. “I’m gonna make you feel so good tonight.”
That’s something Jungkook always says, and no matter how many times Jimin tries to reciprocate, Jungkook is seemingly far more interested in Jimin’s pleasure than his own. Jimin suspects it has to do with how in control Jungkook always wants to be– when he comes, it’s always under his own terms.
Suddenly, Jungkook leans back, twisting his head to one side and bringing a hand quickly to his face. Jimin can feel the slight shiver that runs through him– he wonders briefly if Jungkook is cold, since he’s just in a tank top and the air is much chillier tonight– but before he can contemplate it much further he hears a barely audible, breathy gasp and then Jungkook’s entire body jerks against him with something that might be a sneeze.
Jungkook blinks rapidly afterward, looking a little disoriented for a moment, and then he sniffs sharply and turns back to Jimin.
“It’s cold out tonight,” Jimin comments, because now that they’re pausing for a moment he can see their condensating breath hanging in the air between them.
Jungkook cups the side of his neck, his thumb brushing lightly across Jimin’s jawline. The very tip of his nose is pink.
“I live close. Shall we go find someplace warmer?”
Jimin nods eagerly, both because he’s been imaging what Jungkook’s apartment looks like for a couple of months now, and also because he swears he can see the faintest shiver run up Jungkook’s spine again.
It doesn’t take long for Jungkook to talk his way into getting out of his shift a little early. Jimin waits for him at the bar. When they leave, Jungkook leads Jimin down the street with the promise of a walk that’s only a few blocks.
The building they stop in front of looks like a fancy hotel. As soon as they step inside the warm building, Jungkook starts to sniffle like he has a runny nose. He waits until Jimin goes past the entryway into the lobby first before pressing his wrist briefly to his nostrils, but Jimin sees it anyway in the reflection of the glass door.
He barely has time to worry or even think about it at all because Jungkook is suddenly dragging him into the elevator and kissing him up against the wall before the doors even close all the way– Jimin can feel the buttons behind him, knows that he’s accidentally pressed them all with his back when the elevator comes to a stop at each floor.
Jungkook impatiently pushes the button to close the door each time it starts to open before his hand finds its place again cupped around his jaw, pulling him into the kiss, his other hand under Jimin’s shirt to tease at the waistband of his boxers.
“How high up do you live?” Jimin finally asks, breaking the kiss with a giggle he can’t contain when the elevator stops yet again on the eleventh floor.
“Three more. I can’t wait that long.”
“What–?”
Jungkook grabs him by the wrist and tugs him out of the elevator, then over to the stairwell. He practically runs up the three flights of stairs, leaving Jimin to hurry after him, panting slightly once they reach the top. He feels like he’s chasing Jungkook, though he knows he’d never be able to catch him.
As soon as they’re at the top, Jungkook grabs him by the shoulders and backs him against the wall, cupping one hand behind his head at the last minute so it doesn’t slam into the concrete before kissing him deeply.
“Hold on a sec,” Jimin gasps after only a few seconds. As sexy as kissing Jungkook in the stairwell is, he’s still trying to catch his breath from the impromptu exercise. “How are you not out of breath?”
“Lots of cardio,” Jungkook replies, waggling his eyebrows before leaning in to kiss him again.
When Jimin’s hand comes up to grip his upper arm and he tries for another gasp of air around Jungkook’s tongue, Jungkook easily relents with a laugh, leaning back and tugging the stairwell door open so they can finally make their way down the hall to his apartment.
Jungkook sniffles again as he unlocks his door, and Jimin watches his side profile, watches the way his nostrils pull in and out just slightly. He catches Jimin looking, but Jimin doesn’t say anything, just ducks around him and pushes his way into Jungkook’s apartment. He’s dying to see what it looks like inside.
“Damn,” he whistles, eyebrows raised. “Impressive.”
He only has a minute or so to look around at the tidy, luxuriously decorated apartment before Jungkook is tugging him into the spacious bedroom.
“Make yourself comfortable,” Jungkook whispers in his ear, nipping at his earlobe. “Be right back.” He sniffles once more, and then he disappears into the adjacent bathroom, leaving Jimin next to the biggest bed he’s ever seen in his life.
Just when he’s trying to figure out if he should get a head start on taking his clothes off, he hears a strange sound coming from the bathroom– it’s another sneeze, not quite as restrained as the one he’d heard from Jungkook earlier, but still obviously stifled. Jimin can’t help but feel a little worried, the emotion swirling around in his gut uneasily. He knows, logically, that just being out in the cold air wouldn’t actually make Jungkook fall sick, but there’s still a part of him that wonders if that’s happening and it makes his chest feel funny to think about Jungkook being unwell.
He tries to shake the feeling immediately. He’s not here to catch feelings. He’s here to get gloriously fucked. On a huge, probably very comfortable bed.
When Jungkook emerges from the bathroom, Jimin searches his face for any signs of malaise, but he doesn’t see anything except for a ravenous look in Jungkook’s eyes.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” Jungkook murmurs, closing the distance between them and cupping Jimin’s cheek. Jimin’s breath catches in his throat.
“Jungkook,” is all he can say before he finds himself on his back on a bed that feels like it’s made of clouds.
Suddenly, Jungkook is on top of him, sucking at the base of his throat, his collarbone, then up to the spot just below his ear that makes him gasp, in– in– in– and when he finally breathes out, Jungkook’s tongue is sliding along his jawline, and Jimin can feel him nosing at his pulse point, can feel Jungkook’s erection pressing against his own.
“So pretty,” Jungkook emphasizes, his lips against his earlobe, making Jimin shiver. “Making such pretty noises for me already.”
He sits up, leaning back on his feet, his thighs spread on either side of Jimin’s waist. He reaches for the hem of his shirt and strips it off in one fluid motion before leaning back down for another kiss.
When he sits up again, he climbs off of Jimin and stands to unbutton his pants, sliding them off just as quickly and gracefully.
Jimin’s heart is pounding in his chest as he takes in the sight. Here, they can strip off all of their clothes and take their time. Sure, they’ve exchanged pictures and video calls plenty of times in the past few months– and there was that one mind-blowing encounter in the storage room– but most of their interactions have been mostly clothed. Seeing Jungkook completely naked standing next to his bed that he’s invited Jimin into sends something that feels like a jolt of electricity throughout Jimin’s entire body.
When Jungkook climbs back over the top of him and hovers over him, Jimin’s hips buck up automatically, embarrassingly needy.
“Yeah?” Jungkook laughs and brushes the backs of his fingers along Jimin’s cheek and smirks. “Someone’s excited. Look at how flushed you are. I’m gonna make you feel so good, Jimin.”
Jimin reaches up, running his hands over Jungkook’s bare chest, biting back a whimper at Jungkook’s words. Jungkook has both of his nipples pierced and as Jimin thumbs over the piercings, Jungkook arches his back, offers more of himself up, letting out a loud moan.
But he doesn’t let Jimin’s hands wander for long before he’s grabbing both of his wrists and pinning them up above his head. Jimin’s breath catches in his throat.
“Let’s get these clothes off of you,” Jungkook murmurs after a moment of watching Jimin squirm, a delighted smile on his face. He lets Jimin go and Jimin hurries to sit up, scrambling to take his own clothes off so that he can have Jungkook’s hands on him again, so he can touch Jungkook again.
As soon as he’s naked, he’s pushed back down onto the bed. Jungkook is holding a bottle of lube and a condom, and the sight of them makes Jimin shiver. He shivers again when Jungkook crawls back over the top of him, and then again when Jungkook reaches down between their bodies. Only his fingertips brush against Jimin’s already hard cock– and only briefly, just long enough to make Jimin’s cock throb, make him have to swallow back a moan– and then his hand is sliding lower. He touches the insides of Jimin’s thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps, and Jimin shivers yet again, his entire body tensing in anticipation.
Rubbing one thumb against his entrance, Jungkook traces circles there, teasing before pushing his fingertip more firmly against him, and when he slides his finger in, Jimin cannot control the needy whimper that escapes his lips. Jungkook’s finger moves in and out, his free hand coming up to cup the side of Jimin’s face.
Jungkook kisses him, swallows down his whimpers, and Jimin can’t even kiss back, can’t get his lips to work. He feels a puff of hot air as Jungkook chuckles lightly at his inaction and then there’s a second finger inside of him. At the same time, Jungkook is holding his waist like he might never let go. Jimin’s skin is on fire, prickling with goosebumps yet thrumming with hot arousal.
The third finger has him arching his back so far he feels like he might levitate right off the bed. His thighs are trembling and his forehead is sweaty and Jungkook– fuck, Jungkook– Jungkook is sucking on his collarbone, licking down his chest until he’s circling his tongue around a nipple, and when Jungkook’s teeth close around the hardened peak at the same time that he’s opening Jimin up, the pleasure-pain has him crying out, his voice hoarse with desire.
“Please– please fuck me, fuck– Jungkook, please–”
His words are cut off when Jungkook curls his fingers inside him. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Whatever you want,” Jungkook breathes out. “How do you want me?”
Jimin grabs the base of his cock so he doesn’t come right then and there. Jungkook lets out a silky laugh and bends down to kiss his sternum.
Jimin thinks about their first time, in the storage room.
“I want to see you,” he whispers, and Jungkook nods eagerly, reaches down with both hands to grip Jimin’s thighs before spreading his legs wide. He shuffles back a little and then leans down to take Jimin’s cock into his mouth without any warning, and Jimin nearly sobs at the way Jungkook swirls his tongue around in circles around the head. Then, Jungkook’s fingers are pushing back into him, opening him up, and between the wet heat of Jungkook’s mouth and the stretch of his fingers, Jimin is moaning, needy and wanting and desperate.
Jungkook hums his approval and takes more of Jimin in his mouth. He pushes one of Jimin’s legs up so his knee is in the air and reaches again for the bottle of lube. When he pulls off, Jimin’s cock bobs toward his stomach, flushed and red and so hard it aches.
“You sound so good for me already,” Jungkook encourages, cupping his hand under Jimin’s knee and guiding his leg over his shoulder. As he lines himself up, he rests one palm against Jimin’s stomach, his hand moving back and forth over the soft skin. “You ready?” He asks, waiting for Jimin to nod eagerly before he starts to press his cock against his entrance.
When Jungkook pushes into him, Jimin nearly comes right then and there, his entire body clenching and relaxing involuntarily as Jungkook moves his hips back and forth slowly. It takes him a second to get a breath in, and then another to uncurl his fingers from where they’re gripping the bed sheets. He can hear himself moaning, making obscenely loud sounds as Jungkook thrusts into him with a steady rhythm, and he has to force his eyes open so he can look at Jungkook while he fucks him.
What he sees nearly takes his breath away– Jungkook’s head is tipped back in unbridled pleasure, his expression so vulnerable it sends a wave of heat straight to his dick.
“Oh, fuck,” he whimpers, and Jungkook’s eyes snap open.
He looks down at Jimin, his lips parting with a small, startled gasp when he sees what Jimin imagines must be such an intense desire that it would be embarrassing, if not for the fact that he feels so fucking good. Jungkook’s eyes flash with a similar desire. He watches Jimin for a moment, and Jimin watches him, and then Jungkook speeds up, changing his angle just enough that he’s hitting Jimin’s prostate.
“You feel– feel so good, baby,” Jungkook pants out.
Jimin comes.
His orgasm hits him so suddenly and so intensely, his eyes rolling back and his hands digging into the sheets again, not a single hand touching his cock and Jungkook’s name on his lips.
He comes for what feels like an eternity.
He’s soaring, riding wave after wave of pleasure, the tight ball of heat in his groin uncoiling like an explosion.
He feels Jungkook still thrusting inside of him, speeding up until his movements become quicker, more erratic, and he comes just a minute after Jimin, when Jimin is still riding out the aftershocks, little waves of pleasure that have him tightening around Jungkook’s cock.
Jungkook’s chin is tucked to his chest as he catches his breath, his hair falling into his face, and Jimin reaches up with a trembling hand to brush it back. Jungkook smiles and slowly eases out before flopping down onto the bed with a satisfied grunt, his skin covered in a sheen of sweat. His chest heaves up and down as he pants hard. Jimin feels similarly winded, his limbs like jelly.
Jungkook lies there for a long, long time, breathing heavily and trying to catch his breath. Jimin is happy to lie next to him, happy to feel the warmth of Jungkook’s body against his. It feels like coming out of a daze, his breathing finally returning to normal and his body relaxing into a sated, blissful state, but Jungkook is still huffing loudly next to him even after several minutes have passed.
“You okay?” Jimin finally asks, a little surprised at how wrecked his voice is.
Jungkook doesn’t answer, doesn’t even open his eyes, but he lifts his hand and sets it on Jimin’s chest, patting once before letting it rest there, absently moving his thumb back and forth in a touch that’s a little ticklish but surprisingly tender. It isn’t until Jimin starts to move, sitting up slowly, that Jungkook finally opens his eyes, blinking like he’d almost been asleep.
“Hey,” he says, face flushed and lips moistened by a quick swipe of his tongue. “Fuck, that felt good. Thank you.”
Jimin feels his face heat up. “It felt amazing,” he agrees, unable to keep a smile off his face. “I’ve never felt like that before,” he admits, watching Jungkook’s expression carefully. “That was so fucking hot.”
“So hot.” Jungkook closes his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath through his nose. There’s a small smile on his lips, and when he opens his eyes it grows wider. “Let’s go wash up,” he says, finally sitting up. “I’ll fall asleep if we stay like this.”
He leads Jimin into the ensuite bathroom, and Jimin nearly gasps when he sees the size of it.
“Your bathroom is huge,” Jimin says before he can stop himself, and Jungkook laughs loudly and turns the shower on.
He lets the bathroom get steamy before leading Jimin under the spray of water. He wraps himself around Jimin’s back and mouths at the back of his neck, along his shoulders, one hand coming around his front to tease Jimin’s nipples. Jimin melts under the hot water and under Jungkook’s touch, shivering in pleasure when Jungkook spins him around and backs him against the shower wall and kisses him until he’s half hard again. When Jimin’s lips are thoroughly swollen, Jungkook leans back and smirks. God, he’s always smirking, always looking so fucking smug, but Jimin can hardly complain when it’s so hot and it means he’s about to feel really, really good.
“Think you can go again, sweetheart?” He asks, and fuck, that’s the first time Jungkook has ever called him sweetheart and that goes straight to his dick. “Oh? I think that’s a yes,” Jungkook grins when he feels the physical response against his thigh.
Jimin feels himself start to tremble a little, on the edge of overstimulation as Jungkook wraps his hand around his cock. Jungkook’s refractory period is impressively short– he once came three times in the span of an hour when they’d facetimed each other when Jimin had to fly out of state for work, coming undone by his own hands and Jimin’s voice– but before he ever met Jungkook, Jimin had never been able to come more than once in a day.
“Fuck, Jungkook,” he moans.
“Fuck my mouth,” Jungkook responds, and he drops to his knees right there in the shower and licks a stripe along the underside of Jimin’s cock.
It’s almost dizzying, the way Jungkook pulls him towards his second orgasm of the night so quickly, both hands cupped around his ass so he can guide him into his mouth at a pace that has Jimin moaning loudly, fingers scrambling to find purchase in Jungkook’s hair. He gasps hoarsely when he comes, and Jungkook swallows him down with ease before climbing back to his feet.
“How are you real?” Jimin asks, breathless again as he clings onto Jungkook so he doesn’t fall over.
“I could ask you the same thing,” Jungkook replies softly, his voice barely audible over the shower spray.
Jimin spends the rest of the shower in a daze, and when Jungkook turns the water off it surprises him. He blinks up at him, warm and content and still weak in the knees.
Jungkook stifles a sneeze when they step out of the shower, cupping one hand around his mouth and nose and twisting sharply to the side. He shivers afterward, and then he blinks a few times before turning back around. His face flushes when he sees Jimin watching him, so Jimin doesn’t acknowledge the sneeze, and instead gives him a soft smile.
“Your towels are fluffy,” he comments, rubbing his cheek against said towel with a satisfied sigh.
Jungkook snorts and starts to dry himself off. “What, are your towels made out of sandpaper or something?”
“Feels like that, sometimes,” Jimin murmurs in response, only half joking.
Once they’re both dried off, Jungkook tosses their towels into a hamper in the corner of the bathroom, and then they go back into the bedroom. Jimin is surprised when Jungkook hands him a stack of clean, folded clothes instead of his own pile of clothes from wherever they’re scattered on the floor.
Jungkook gets dressed in record time and is inspecting the sheets and comforter on his bed before Jimin even unfolds the clothes. Apparently, Jungkook deems everything clean enough to sleep on, because he arranges the pillows and climbs into the bed with a sleepy yawn.
“I’m so fucking tired,” Jungkook says, yawning again immediately afterward.
It’s the first time Jimin has heard Jungkook admit anything like that. He’s never tired, never unwell, never even in a bad mood– at least, not that Jimin has ever been around for. And it’s not like he should be around for it, since they’re just…whatever it is they are…and so Jimin very hurriedly squashes down the little voice in his head that’s pleased to hear Jungkook admit to something in the realm of vulnerability, and starts to get dressed.
“Hurry up or I’m gonna fall asleep,” Jungkook half-whines, voice soft and sleepy. He draws back the covers on the other side of the bed once he’s settled, and that’s when it clicks– oh. Jungkook is implying that he should also get into bed. And sleep there. After changing into Jungkook’s clothes.
Fuck.
The sweatpants and t-shirt Jungkook gives him are too big for him, and he can’t ignore the thrill he feels after putting them on, nor can he ignore how much he likes the way Jungkook sleepily eyes him up and down, clearly satisfied at the sight of him in his clothes. It’s almost possessive, and it makes a chill run up Jimin’s spine despite the warmth in the room.
Double fuck.
When he slips under the covers, Jungkook practically pulls him into the middle of the bed, scooting up behind him to spoon him. Jimin’s heart flutters at the way he presses his entire body against his, one arm draped over his waist. His heart rate increases, and he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to fall asleep with Jungkook so close, but soon the exhaustion from the night’s activities catches up with him and he finds his eyes closing against his will, eyelids heavy and mind drifting to nonsensical, fuzzy thoughts until he’s fast asleep.
problematic (problem is when I'm with you, I'm an addict) - masterlist
Title: problematic (problem is when I'm with you, I'm an addict)
Summary: Jimin realizes he has feelings for Jungkook– the hot bartender he’s fucking and not supposed to be catching feelings for– when Jungkook catches a cold.
A/N: I previously posted the first chapter on my main blog, and also on AO3 (link below). I will now be reposting here, and soon will update AO3 too. Since I started writing this two years ago I decided it needed a few improvements. I am still working on the second chapter, but it might not be ready for a while. I think there might be a potential for a 3rd chapter too, but not 100% sure yet.
A/N: originally posted on the main blog in 2024. I am slowly moving all snz stuff over here
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“Stop, Jungkookie. Your nose is gonna fall off.”
Jungkook freezes, one knuckle pressed hard against the side of his nose where he’s been rubbing. His nostrils are red and his nose is visibly runny.
Jimin, frowning hard at him, stands and walks over to where he’s sitting.
Jungkook scrunches up his face and gets in one last harsh swipe at his nose before he tucks his hands under his thighs. “Can’t help it,” he mumbles. “I’m itchy.”
Jimin takes his chin in hand and gently lifts his face up, taking in his red-rimmed eyes and twitching nose.
“Have you been using the soft tissues? Or are you using paper towels again?”
Jungkook’s eyelashes flutter. He pulls away and twists to the side, tucking his nose against his shoulder.
“HETCHhoo!”
Jimin sighs and puts his hands on his hips. Before he can say anything else, the door opens and there’s a flurry of movement as one person and one animal come barging in.
“Hey, Bammie!” Jungkook ducks around Jimin and squats down, opening his arms for the dog. Bam nearly knocks him over, jumping energetically against Jungkook’s chest and licking every inch of his face he can reach before Jungkook gently shoves him away.
“My arm almost fell off,” Taehyung complains, closing the door and hanging up Bam’s leash. “He’s getting so strong.”
Jungkook settles cross-legged on the floor and pulls Bam into his lap. “That’s why you should have let me walk him,” he says, rolling his eyes. “We’ve been making good progress on his leash skills lately.”
“Could’ve fooled me,” Taehyung mumbles.
“HSHCH! hhh-HCHSHOO! hhhsheh! Ugh, sorry Bammie.” Jungkook sniffles harshly and scratches the side of his nose. “HPchuh! Hhh…hhHH! hhh-ehhhdt–”
Bam barks, tilting his head to one side and looking confused as Jungkook presses the palm of his hand to his nose with a desperate inhale that doesn't quite turn into a sneeze, leaving him panting with his mouth open, eyes and nose streaming.
“Ughhh,” he groans, using his fingertips to rub at his eyes. “I…hhEHH–! hhh! Ugh.”
Bam barks impatiently. Jungkook smiles down at him through watery eyes. “Sorry, Bammie,” he says congestedly. “Gimme a sec…gotta sneeze but it…it wonhhh…”
He wheezes out a breath, holding up one finger. “Hh-hhh…ahhh’huhhh– hnghhh…”
“Was he like this the whole time we were gone?” Taehyung asks Jimin.
“And he complained the whole time that he doesn’t get to go outside,” Jimin replies.
They both turn to look at Jungkook, who finally seems to be making progress on his stuck sneeze, chest expanding rapidly and eyes squeezing shut as he inhales shakily, one hand coming up to hover in front of his face. Bam whines and licks the back of his hand, but even that can’t distract Jungkook from the impending sneeze. He finally crunches forward, aiming a shuddering sneeze into his hand.
“ehhhSHOO!”
Bam barks in response.
Jimin and Taehyung exchange a look.
Jungkook drags the back of his wrist under his nose with a wet sniffle.
“Okay,” Taehyung says, taking Bam’s collar and guiding him away. “Let’s give your appa some space. He needs a shower and maybe some nasal spray.”
Jimin tugs Jungkook up off the floor, nudges him towards the shower, and then turns to Bam, scratching him on the top of his head.
“Your poor appa has hay fever. But don’t worry, little puppy,” he tells the dog. “It’ll get better in a few weeks, so he can take you on walks again soon.”
A/N: originally posted on the main blog in 2024. I am slowly moving all snz stuff over here
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“hh’AAHSHSH!”
Taehyung’s loud sneeze rings out through the kitchen, causing Jimin to jump in surprise. He glances over his shoulder and watches Taehyung sit down at the table, sniffling miserably into a wad of tissues.
“uh-HRSH’yiew!”
“Bless you,” Jimin says as he turns back to the sink.
“Thank you, Jiminie. HHHCHSH!”
“What’s gotten into you today?” Jimin wonders as he finishes drying the dishes.
“hhh– h-hayfev-hhh!,” is all Taehyung can offer as an explanation before he wrenches forward with another mighty sneeze. “eeh’HHH-AZSH!”
Jimin folds the dish towel neatly and hangs it up. He makes his way over to the table and sits down next to his sneezy friend. “Seems pretty bad this year. Have you taken any medicine for it yet?”
“HHHDSH’yiew!”
“I’m gonna take that as a ‘no’.”
“HHHAASHCH!”
“Okay, TaeTae,” Jimin sighs. “Enough of that. Let’s go find some medicine for you to–”
“eh’HSHSH’iew!”
“Goodness,” Jimin murmurs. “Okay, change of plans. You stay put, and–”
“HHH-IDZSH’uh!”
Another sigh. “I’ll be right back.” Jimin rubs Taehyung’s back for a moment, watching his friend nuzzle into his now well-used handful of tissues with a shaky breath and an itchy-sounding series of sniffles.
As he gathers supplies, Jimin can hear Taehyung sneezing all the way down the hall, each one seemingly louder than the one before it. At this rate, Taehyung is going to lose his voice. When he returns to the kitchen a few minutes later armed with allergy medicine, more tissues, and a cool compress, Taehyung is resting his head on folded arms and digging a fist into his eye.
“No rubbing,” Jimin scolds. He tugs Taehyung’s hand away from his eyes and replaces it with the cold compress, and Taehyung immediately sighs.
“Thank you–hhh! HHHDSH! Ohh,” he moans, then sniffles wetly. “Thank you, Jiminie.”
A/N: originally posted on the main blog in 2024. I am slowly moving all snz stuff over here
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“I’m hoooome!”
Taehyung’s booming voice rings throughout the entire house. No one pays him much attention, except for Jungkook, who calls back from the kitchen, “We’re in here!”
A minute later, Taehyung appears in the entryway to the kitchen, carrying in his arms a ridiculous amount of tissues– it’s a whole pallet, practically, boxes stacked in a long double row and plastic wrapped together.
“I got the goods,” he announces triumphantly.
He holds the tissues above his head like a weightlifter and Jungkook bursts into giggles.
Namjoon pokes Jungkook in the side to make him giggle more.
“Taehyungie, you’re so cute,” Hoseok smiles.
“Thanks for remembering to get those, by the way,” Namjoon tells Taehyung. “They’re gonna be needed.”
Yoongi approaches with scissors. He cuts the plastic off the boxes, and then takes the tissues to distribute them throughout the house, leaving three boxes on the kitchen table.
Seokjin, who’s cooking lunch, clears his throat. “Hyung would have gone to the store to get those.”
Taehyung shrugs. “I wanted to help. Plus, he can’t go another second without tissues.”
“Who can’t go another second?” Asks a sleepy, congested voice from behind him.
They all turn to see Jimin standing there, looking like he just rolled out of bed, hair sticking up in all directions. His nose is red– and hopelessly stuffed up, if the way he’s breathing is anything to go by.
It only takes a moment for Jimin to realize Taehyung is talking about him.
“It’s not that bad,” Jimin insists, rolling his eyes. He plops down into a chair and rubs a finger under his nose.
Taehyung pats him on the head. “Okay. Sure.”
Jimin ducks away and frowns. He points an accusing finger at Jungkook. “He’s the one who’s bad,” he deflects.
Jungkook shakes his head. “Nope, I’m properly medicated now.”
Jimin ignores him and directs his finger toward Yoongi. “And he’s the one who’s bad in the fall. And he–”
They don’t get to find out who Jimin’s next target is, or even see who he’s pointing at, because he’s interrupted by his own sneeze.
“hhh-HGSH! hgtch! HGCH! hh-HGSH’uh!”
“Woah,” Hoseok comments, biting back a grin.
“There he goes,” Taehyung murmurs, patting Jimin on the head again.
“I’ll open the tissues!” Jungkook offers, reaching for a box and tearing the top open before handing it to Jimin with a bright smile.
“Maybe I should have left a few more boxes out here,” Yoongi says, returning from his task.
Jimin squirms in his chair, pouting. “Stop,” he whines. “My hayfever isn’t that…that…”
“That what?” Taehyung prompts teasingly, only to be swatted away by Jimin a second before he starts sneezing again.
A/N: originally posted on the main blog in 2024. I am slowly moving all snz stuff over here
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“I’m hot,” Jungkook whines.
He’s walking in between Hoseok and Jimin, one arm hooked through each of theirs, practically dragging them down the path.
Hoseok laughs and untangles his arm so he can rub Jungkook’s back. “We’re almost to the shade, Jungkookie.”
“I’m melting,” Jungkook emphasizes.
“You’re fine,” Jimin tells him, rolling his eyes.
Suddenly, Hoseok stops walking, and it takes a moment for Jungkook and Jimin to notice. When they do, they both turn around, Jimin wearing a confused expression and Jungkook looking impatient, his lips pushed out into an exaggerated pout.
“Hyung! Don’t stop now, we’re still–”
“HTCH-SHI!” Hoseok sneezes, both hands cupped over his mouth and nose, and then sniffles in surprise.
“Oh.” Jungkook gives it a moment, then waves Hoseok forward. “C’mon, hyung!”
Hoseok chuckles and starts walking again, but there’s an itch in his nose like he needs to sneeze again. Now that he thinks about it, it’s been there for a while, ever since they got to the park, but it’s been growing in intensity the closer they get to the trees that provide the shade Jungkook is so desperately seeking out.
He only makes it a few more steps before he has to sneeze again. “hetchsh! hh…hehHH-SHII!”
“Oh, hyung,” Jimin coos in concern. “Are you okay?”
“You need to get to the shade and sit down,” Jungkook decides, as if he isn’t the one who’s desperately trying to get to the shade and sit down.
Hoseok sniffs sharply and holds back the next sneeze, even though his sinuses are burning now and his eyes are watering. “Sorry,” he says, coughing lightly when speaking makes his throat feel tickly. “I’m okay, just sneezy.”
Jungkook switches places with him so that he’s in the middle, and he and Jimin lead him towards the nearest tree. Now spurred on by Jungkook’s desire for shade and their concern for Hoseok’s sudden sneezing, they read the shade quickly, and Jungkook flops down onto his back the second they reach the grassy area just off the path.
As soon as Hoseok sits down next to him, he’s sneezing all the sneezes he’s been holding back. They burst out of him with a vengeance.
“huh-itchsh! HATCHSH! hhtch-shee! Hahhtch-shuh!”
Jimin squats down beside him. “Something is wrong, hyung. Why are you sneezing so much all of a sudden?”
“It’s not…HATCH-SHI! Not that sudden. Please don’t worry. This keeps happening every time I come outside these d-da-hhh-hetchsh!” Hoseok knuckles under his nose, eyes red and watering. “This keeps happening every time I’m outside,” he finishes. He sniffles and swipes a finger under his itchy nostrils before sneezing again against the palm of his hand. “HPSHSH!”
“I think you have hay fever, hyung,” Jungkook tells him, sitting up and patting his thigh sympathetically. “Just like me.”
Hoseok slumps back against a tree with a weary sigh and one more tired sneeze. “huh-itchsh! Unghh…great.”
A/N: originally posted on the main blog in 2024. I am slowly moving all snz stuff over here
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“hrRSHSH-eh!”
Yoongi wakes up with a sneeze and a pounding head.
“Hh–? hhh-HSH’iiish-uh!” Another sneeze, which tries to be two sneezes but he squashes into one, escapes. His temples throb at the pressure.
There’s a soft knock at his door.
Yoongi buries his head under the covers and swipes the back of his hand under his nose. It’s running profusely, but when he sniffles there’s not much movement. How the fuck can he be so stuffed up already?
“Yoongi?”
Yoongi presses his face into his pillow with a groan and listens to Hoseok pad across the room. There’s a dip as Hoseok sits on the edge of the bed. Yoongi breathes through his mouth and considers not ever leaving his bed for the entire day.
“I know you’re awake. I can hear you breathing. Why do you sound so…” Hoseok lifts the covers off him, then, and when he catches sight of Yoongi, he gasps. “You can’t be suffocating yourself under there when you–”
“HSHCH-eh!”
“Exactly!”
“Hh-KTSHCH-uh!”
“Oh! Bless you, bless you.” Hoseok frowns.
With a pathetic sniffle, Yoongi squashes the heel of his hand against his nose to stop the next sneeze.
“Ohh. You are stuffy. Did you take meds yet, or have you been lying under the blankets sneezing your head off again?”
“HSHCH’iew! KSHshuh! Hh-HSHCH’uh!”
Ugh. Now he’s really, really stuffed up.
There’s another knock on his door. Yoongi can’t help his immediate reaction, which is to yank the covers back over his head.
“Hey.” It’s Namjoon. “Need these?”
Yoongi isn’t sure what ‘these’ are, but Hoseok says something he can’t hear over the sound of his next sneeze.
“hrRSHSH-eh!”
“Wow. His hay fever is really giving him a hard time this year, huh?”
Yoongi sticks his hand out of the blanket so he can flip them both off. A moment later, though, something is pressed into his palm and he can’t help but smile. He pulls the pill back under with him and dry-swallows the medicine immediately.
“Thangks,” he croaks out, wincing at how congested he sounds.
Namjoon pats him through the blankets. “Any time.”
A/N: originally posted on the main blog in 2024. I am slowly moving all snz stuff over here
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Seokjin is really, really regretting the choices he has made up to this point in his life so far– the two current biggest regrets being trying to catch his fall yesterday with his hand, and going outdoors in the middle of hay fever season.
The first poor choice is the reason he’s wearing his arm in a sling, all thanks to a dislocated shoulder.
The second is the reason he cannot stop sneezing for the life of him now.
Even though the dislocated shoulder is by far more painful, the sneezing has him feeling all prickly, emotionally. The prickling in his sinuses correlates– a gritty, tickly feeling he’s only ever felt with his hay fever. Even though he just finished a round of sneezing, there’s another one coming and he’s absolutely helpless to it.
He’s probably going to need more tissues first. He stands, then has to pause for a second as his eyelashes flutter and his head tips back.
“HDTCHshuh!”
The sneeze sends him stumbling forward into the chair he’d just been sitting in. Another sneeze builds immediately, more powerful than the first, and he clamps a hand over his mouth and nose just in time–
“Hh-HDSHSHOO!”
When Seokjin looks up, his eyes are watering and itchy, and Jungkook is standing in the entrance of the kitchen watching him.
“Bless you! Are you allergic to something in here, hyung?” He asks Seokjin curiously, eyes big and round as he watches Seokjin sniff hard in an attempt to quell the tickle in his nose.
“Oh.” Jungkook sucks his bottom lip between his teeth. “Do you need anything?”
What Seokjin needs is for his shoulder to heal and for his sinuses to stop burning. There’s another sneeze trying to get out, and he blinks rapidly and presses his tongue to the roof of his mouth in an attempt to stop it. The last thing he needs is to lose complete control right here in the kitchen in front of Jungkook. He’s embarrassed just thinking about the possibility.
“Hyung?”
“I’m f-fine,” he says quickly, breath a little shaky, denying any help from Jungkook. He somewhat regrets it when Jungkook’s eyes widen even further in surprise at his curt tone.
“Let me know if you change your mind,” Jungkook says softly after a moment, voice quiet and almost timid. He gives Seokjin a small smile and then starts chewing on his lip again, tongue darting out to swipe over his lip piercing first. He turns to go, hesitating just a little like he wants to say something else, but then he leaves.
Seokjin brings his right hand up so he can dig his knuckles into the side of nose, trying desperately to chase the itch away, but he can feel the burn in his sinuses growing. As soon as the sound of Jungkook’s retreating footsteps fade completely, Seokjin grabs onto the chair for support and absolutely loses all control, sneeze after sneeze exploding out of him.
Instinctively, Seokjin tries to bring both hands up to his face to cup them over his mouth and nose, but he’s painfully reminded that his left arm is still in a sling and his shoulder throbs angrily in protest.
He curses to himself and pinches his nose shut. If he can get to his room, where there is surely a box of tissues, he can lie in his bed and sneeze in peace.
He’s only a little surprised, honestly, when he gets in there and finds both a box of tissues and allergy pills that look suspiciously like the ones Jungkook takes sitting on his nightstand.
He’ll have to thank Jungkook later. And apologize. But first, he has some sneezing to do.
