The Unlikely Flu.
Summary: After you get the flu, your boyfriend tries to look after you the best he can. Jeon Jungkook and Reader (Y/N). Genre: Fluffy. Word Count: 1163 words.
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Needless to say, you were sick.
A night on the town in the cold blizzards of Seoul’s August weather saw you catch the unlikely flu, most likely from the thousands of sweaty bodies in the club. Your night of de-stress had quickly turned to one of affliction, sitting in front of the toilet, body trembling with every breath.
Your phone lay neglected on the bathroom floor as you were curled under the shower, the hot water growing increasingly cold. Your head cradled in your knees, arms covering your shivering body. The warmth was gone, almost like a dream. Unable to move, you’d somehow gathered the strength to throw your kimono gown upon yourself before returning to your position over the toilet.
It was barely nightfall when you’d heard the door to your apartment creak open, immediately recognising the sound of his footfalls in the hallway.
He called your name gently, as if nervous as to what he’d find.
You had attempted to respond, but his name was quickly replaced by spluttering into the toilet bowl.
As his footsteps got closer, you found yourself yearning for his comfort as your head lay on your arm, supported by the seat of the toilet. Your body lay motionless - hunched over on the floor. Your knees and hips burned from the position, but your body threatened another heave if you even moved.
“Y/N?”
His gentle voice rung out, echoing around the white tiled room. The creaking door behind you indicated that you had indeed been found.
You sensed him as he knelt next to you, a hand brushing against your cheek.
“You okay?” His soft voice comes again, embracing you with a sense of comfort and security.
“Flu.” You manage to choke out, careful not to unsettle any part of your aching body. You shiver, body covered in a mixture of hot and cold.
Your eyes land on the boy, hardly focusing. He looks at you worriedly, eyes meeting yours, cheeks and nose slightly pink from the cold. His hand is soft on your cheek, an unspoken comfort.
“Could-” You pause abruptly, body rippling with pain as you cough up nothing but the water your body has been relying on for the last two days.
“Could you please help me to the couch?”
With a quick nod of his head, Jungkook helps you off the floor.
“Put your arm around my-“ Your hand latching onto his, you stumble forwards into his chest - too weak to even stop yourself.
“Or just fall on me, that works too.”
Somehow, you’d managed to find your way to the lounge room. Your apartment seemed like a blurred mess to you, but your boyfriend gingerly leads you through the maze and helped you sit.
A blanket is put around your shoulders in an effort to somehow cease your shivering.
Rubbing your arms, Jungkook kneels down in front of you. “Okay?” You nod weakly. “Do you need anything?” You shake your head. “A bucket?” Another shake of the head. “Food?” The thought of food makes you wince in disgust, which he takes as a ‘no’. “A cuddle?” You nod weakly, spreading your arms open.
Sitting next to you, he pulls you gently into his arms, fingers drumming against your skin. You sigh in relief, fatigue creeping in.
Your bones hurt, your knees aching - bruised and red from kneeling. A thin layer of sweat also coats your skin as hot and cold flushes come.
“You okay?”
You can only hum in response, eyes closed, breathing slow. His fingers pass over your forehead, lingering as he tries to determine your temperature.
“I think you’ve got a fever Y/N.” Again, you groan in response.
“Y/N.” His tone is different this time, lower and more urgent. Your eyes flick open, where you see him staring down at you in concern.
“A fever?” You repeat, brows furrowed. He nods, fingers grazing your cheek, and lips slightly open.
“Do you want me to get you some medicine? Actually,” he sits up on the edge of the couch, “I’m going to get you some anyway. You’re too sick Y/N.”
Begrudgingly, you allow him to get you medicine, to which tastes absolutely horrible. He also returns with a wet flannel which, once laying down with your head in his lap, is placed on your forehead. A second wet flannel that you hadn’t seen is used to pat down the rest of your exposed face, as well as your neck. The cold water feels so soothing on your inflamed skin, it makes you close your eyes in relief.
“You okay?” “Mmhm.”
How long you’re laying there, looking half dead, you have no idea. But, when your eyes open you notice Jungkooks eyes fluttered shut in the darkness, his body lapsed against the couch.
How late was it?
Shifting your gaze from his sleeping figure to your alarm, you see the blue glow of the numbers 1:26am.
You sigh heavily, pulling off the now warm flannel off of your forehead. Your stir seems to awaken your boyfriend, who now looks at you wide awake, hand brushing over your cheek.
“Are you okay?” “Mmhm… but I would like to go to bed…” Your response trails off, the thought of you walking making you feel physically sick.
As he sits up slightly, you notice just how tired he really is. “Do you want me to help you?”
Responding with a smile and a shake of the head, you set yourself up as if you’re proving that you’re well again.
“You can come… I don’t want you to sleep on the couch.”
And with that, you two are walking towards your room. But a bitter bubbling in your stomach and a burning sensation in your throat leads you else wear. Rushing straight to the bathroom, you throw up the contents in your stomach - absolutely nothing.
It feels like wildfire, spreading down your throat and into the pit of your stomach. The rhythmic patting of a hand on your back brings you some comfort at least, helping to pull you up as you push your body off the floor and into standing position.
Bucket next to your side of the bed, you lay with a new wet flannel on your forehead whilst one hand lays on your stomach, and the other is intertwined with Jungkooks. Another dose of medicine ceased your uncontrollable shivering and nausea, leaving your body drained. You dared not to move as the fear of vomiting once again infected your mind.
“Hey,” you hear Jeon whisper, “do you need anything?” “A cuddle.”
And with the simple two words, you were tangled in the embrace of Jungkook, his scent, breathing and comfort providing you with a sense of security and reassurance. “Goodnight.” You whisper, aside from the fact it was almost two in the morning.
A chuckle escapes the boy as he brings his fingers over your cheek once again. His eyes seem to sparkle despite the darkness. “Goodnight, you idiot.”
