Sicktember prompt: Clean Sheets/Fresh Pajamas or Alt 4 Flushed Cheeks
Ohhh you totally got me with the sickie hobi request, this is such a cute prompt for him and i sort of ended up writing them both into the fic 😅
Sicktember prompt Alt 4: Flushed cheeks
Sickie: Hoseok | Caretaker: Yoongi
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It was sometimes too easy to tell when Hoseok was sick. Yoongi eases open Hoseok's bedroom door that morning, and spots the younger still asleep, so wrapped up in his blankets that only a tuft of brown hair was sticking out. He'd been listless and spaced out the whole of last night, a clear sign to all the members that he was coming down with something. Their suspicions were confirmed when Hoseok, usually a morning person, slept way past the time they usually saw him up and about.
But it was an off day and they had no plans, so it was fine to let him sleep.
Yoongi crouches down beside the bed, carefully depositing the little tray he'd brought with him on the bedside table. “Seok-ah.” He calls. There's a pause, then an answering grumble from within the blanket pile. Yoongi bites back a laugh. “Seok-ah,” he repeats, tugging lightly at a corner of the blanket. “I just need you to wake up for a while and take your medicine, then I'll let you go back to sleep. Okay?”
The blanket pile moves, shifting sounds coming from within until the top of the blanket is peeled back and Hoseok's head emerges, his hair a complete mess as he looks at Yoongi with glassy eyes.
“Oh, baby, you look terrible.” Yoongi places both hands on Hoseok’s flushed cheeks, tsk-ing at the heat emanating from the younger rapper's skin. Hoseok was pretty prone to fevers, catching them almost as easily as he catches the flu, and was more than certain to be out of commission for days, sometimes whole weeks.
The tray Yoongi had brought with him contained fever reducers, water, and a cold compress. He grabs the pills and shakes out two into his hand, tapping his finger against Hoseok's lips. “Open up, Seok-ah, let's get some medicine in you.”
Hoseok's lips part obediently for the pills, and Yoongi holds the water bottle to his lips to help him drink, one hand placed under his dongsaeng's chin to guide his head up. His eyes are sleepy and confused even as he swallows down the pills, and concern curls into a knot in Yoongi’s stomach at how out of it Hoseok appears.
Hoseok's chin droops down to his chest the second Yoongi lets go of it, and he quickly taps the younger rapper's cheek worriedly. “Seok-ah. Hobi? Are you feeling alright, baby?”
“Mn.” Hoseok mumbles, blinking slowly. “Tired.”
“I know, baby. Poor thing.” Hoseok was a pitiable sight - cheeks flushed from fever, eyes wet and glazed over, shirt sticking to his skin from sweat. Yoongi eyes the soaked t-shirt.
Hoseok shakes his head. “S'cold.” He shivers slightly.
“It's probably because of the sweat.” And the raging fever, Yoongi doesn't say. He quickly goes over to Hoseok's closet drawer and and rummages around, pulling out a light t-shirt and shorts that he's pretty sure both belong to Jungkook. “I'll help you get changed, you'll feel better in clean clothes.”
By the time Yoongi's done undressing and dressing him again, Hoseok looks half-asleep again, listing drowsily against Yoongi's shoulder. He eases the younger man down to the bed - Hoseok offering absolutely no resistance - and pulls the blanket up over him. He supposes Hoseok's probably already asleep and can't feel it, but Yoongi ruffles his hair anyway and presses a kiss on his cheek, gently laying the cold compress across his forehead before sliding off the bed to leave.
Just as he reaches the door, there's a slight movement from the person-shaped lump in the bed - “thanks, hyung.” Hoseok rasps. Yoongi winces, because damn if that didn't sound like the sign of an impending sore throat, then smiles anyway.
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