hi! I'd love to see a jungkook sickfic, but now that I'm here to request I don't actually have anything specific to request 😂 maybe jungkook with a cold and sope (or ot7) as caretakers? thank youuu :)
Word count: 1.3k
Sickie: Jungkook
Caretakers: Sope, Hoseok mostly(?)
Uhhhhh so sorry if this doesn’t meet expectations. First time writing JK-centric ( ✌︎'ω')✌︎
Coughing every few minutes was not supposed to be on the agenda for the day.
Or, really, the general cloudiness of his head and the exhaustion that came along with it.
Well, he could do without any of this. He would gladly hand the mental receipt back to the person who had passed on whatever the hell this was to him with a “no regifting!” as he dashed away.
He blamed this on the colder weather of Seoul at the moment. Or maybe he should blame Taehyung, who was the one to shove a snowball down his shirt last night when they were outside driving a golf cart (read: telling Sejin they would do yard work but … well, obviously not doing it) as close to a lake as possible without being on the lake.
Don’t try that at home.
Anyways, he reached for a tissue, sitting up slightly, but he slammed his hand onto his nightstand by mistake. He let out a yelp, both in surprise and pain, which then further injured his poor, sore throat.
“Kook, there’s waffles!” Jin shouted from the hallway, knocking on his door slightly. “If you’re not out here in, say, five minutes, Tae’s gonna eat them all.”
The “again” was unspoken.
Jin’s footsteps echoed down the hallway as he headed back towards the kitchen. Jungkook willed himself to sit up, erupting into another fit of coughing. Sniffling, he finally got the tissue he wanted. With a wet blow (he cringed at the feeling between his fingertips), his nose was finally as clear as it could be given the unfortunate circumstances.
Yeah no, he was too congested for this shit. Waffles could wait.
He layed back down and pulled the blanket over his head, which did not help his current predicament but at least if he suffocated, no one had to see his snotty, red face at first glance when they walked into his room.
“Hey, are you awake?” It was Taehyung knocking at the door this time. “We’re still going to steal that road sign today, right?”
Oh shit, that was today, wasn’t it?
“Uhhhh … gimme a sec!”
Ignoring the cries of his brain yelling “Stop! Stop! Don’t get up, you fool!,” he rolled out of the bed as quick as he could, meaning that he hit the floor and layed unmoving for a second as he contemplated if this was truly worth it (which it was because who wouldn’t want a road sign?).
“Come outside when you’re ready! I’m gonna go have waffles.” Taehyung scampered away from the door and down the hallway, where he (judging by the noises) ran into an unsuspecting Namjoon, probably knocking over their gorgeous, sexy leader.
He felt the smallest tickle in his nose and he rubbed at it. He was fine. He could still go with his hyung for that animal crossing sign. He could deal with this. It didn’t at all feel like a fire spreading through his sinuses.
He was fine.
And hungry.
But his throat hurts soooo …
Finally mustering the willpower to stand up, he stumbled out his bedroom door with a handful of tissues and plopped himself in the open seat next to Hoseok.
Act normal. Act normal. They can’t suspect a thing.
“Hi Hobi-hyung!”
What do I do … what do I do … Oh I usually sniff Hobi-hyung cause he smells good. What does this man even bathe in? Actual sunshine? Nah … if he did that he would probably burn. Or maybe not, since it’s Hobi-hyung. If it were Yoongi-hyung or Taehyung, they would be burned back to hell.
Oh. That's the brain fog.
Okay, just sniff his hair. Be normal.
Jungkook face-planted into Hoseok’s shoulder, sending the both of them tumbling into Namjoon (for the second time in ten minutes, poor guy).
“Ah! Jungkookie, are you alright?” Hoseok had caught Jungkook and Namjoon had caught Hoseok from falling. Damn Gorgeous Namjoon and his big arms.
Oh. Hoseok looked concerned.
He noticed that the rest of the table had gone quiet. But then Taehyung burst into laughter. “Did you guys see that? He fell!”
Seokjin facepalmed. “Now’s not the time, Tae.”
With one side glance, Taehyung was quiet again.
Jungkook looked to Jimin, who was barely even awake, munching on a piece of toast. He had crumbs on his mouth and it made Jungkook kind of want to grab a miniature vacuum and he would have had he not been in his current predicament of Hoseok holding onto him for dear life while Yoongi glared at him because in order to catch him, Hoseok had let go of Yoongi’s hand that he was holding underneath the table.
Nice.
His nose tickles again and he lets out a few harsh sneezes as he quickly presses his nose to his elbow. It hurts and he would honestly much rather his itchy allergy sneezes to whatever this is. Actually, that’s a lie but the point was made.
He feels Hoseok gently pull him up so that he’s sitting in his hyung’s lap. Hoseok feels for a fever but gives a small smile when he feels none. “Guess it’s just a cold, Jungkookie.”
“I’b fide, hyung.” Jungkook insisted, cringing when he heard how congested his voice sounded. He lets out a loud sniffle, cursing the fact that he can’t smell how good Hoseok must smell right now.
“Ah, you’re too sick to attend that clown day camp Taetae said you guys were going to today.” Hoseok said with a frown, running his fingers through Jungkook’s hair.
That’s what Taehyung said they were doing today? Even flat-out saying we took a road sign is better than whatever the fuck clown camp is.
Jin came over to the table with a mug of tea (which Jungkook wrinkled his nose to) and a big bottle of DayQuil.
Suddenly, the tea seemed more appetizing.
“Come on.” Hoseok gently pulled Jungkook up, holding his wrist to drag him along. “Let’s get you back to bed. Yoongi-hyung? Are you coming?”
The eldest rapper hopped to his feet in an effort to do whatever Hoseok asked for. Jungkook hid his snicker. Yoongi was so whipped, especially for Hoseok, but really for all of them. Hoseok opened the door to Jungkook’s mancave bedroom and, ignoring the mess (thoug he did see Hoseok cringe at the pile of dirty laundry), led Jungkook to the bed.
Once he made sure the maknae was situated in bed, Hoseok held his hand out towards Yoongi. The eldest rapper immediately took Hoseok’s slender hand in his larger hand.
“Oh hyung, I wanted you to hand me the medicine for Jungkookie.”
Yoongi turned scarlet red and quickly passed Hoseok the DayQuil. The dancer measured out the correct amount and held the tiny measuring cup to Jungkook’s lips. He quickly took it, shot-style, grimacing at the taste.
The maknae sniffled, his nose running like a leaky faucet. “Hobi-hyung, ca’d you pass m’be a tissue?”
Plucking a few from the box on Jungkook’s nightstand, Hoseok handed him the soft, unscented tissues. It was like heaven on Jungkook’s nose, though they reminded of his current woes. He blew his nose and crumpled up the tissue and threw it towards the trash can in the corner that was slightly overflowing.
Hoseok, with a slightly hidden look of disgust, picked the tissue up from the corner and stuffed it into the trash can.
“I’m tired.” Jungkook grumbled, pulling his blanket over his head after coughing a few times. “And cold.”
“I suppose I could lay here for a bit.” Yoongi stated, moving to climb under the covers.”
“Don’t you dare get in that bed.” Hoseok ordered, giving Yoongi a look.
With his arms raised in defeat, Yoongi sighed and backed out of the room. “Feel better, Kook-ah.”
Hoseok moved the blankets slightly and then with a soft kiss on the forehead, he was gone too.
Yeah, the road sign could wait.
