the omegas are sick
Title: the omegas are sick
Word Count: 2,685
Summary: The Kim pack’s four omegas all come down with colds at the same time. The alphas try to nurse them through it.
CW: sneezing, illness, fever
A/N: Namjoon, Seokjin, and Taehyung are alphas. Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin and Jungkook are omegas.
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Yoongi looks at the three beautiful sleeping omegas in his nest, his chest tightening with more than just the congestion of his budding cold– courtesy of Jungkook, he’s pretty sure.
It might not be fair to blame their youngest omega for his illness, but since all four of them started showing symptoms just this morning and Jungkook had been the only one of them who left the house this weekend, Yoongi feels confident in his accusation.
So far, the symptoms are fairly mild. They’re all sneezing a lot, and poor Hoseok has been nursing a headache all day, but Yoongi is worried that by tomorrow they’ll all be miserably sick.
“Hyung?” Jimin’s head peeks out of the blanket heap. “Hyung, I– hshh! hh-ish! kshh’uh!”
Hoseok snorts, mumbles something in his sleep that sounds like a “bless you”, and then resumes his soft, congested snoring.
“What do you need?” Yoongi asks, kneeling down. He cards his fingers through Jimin’s long hair, watching as he scrubs a knuckle under his pink nose.
“hh-ishh!” Jimin can only sneeze in reply. He blinks up at Yoongi with watery eyes, his nostrils flaring.
“Ohh, baby,” Yoongi coos, trying not to laugh when Jimin sneezes yet again. “Itchy nose?”
Nodding, Jiming scratches his fingernails down the bridge of his nose like he’s trying to scratch the itch from the outside. “T-tickles,” he whines before sneezing twice more. “hh-ish! kshh’uh!”
Yoongi looks around for a tissue. The only box he sees is the one currently tucked under Jungkook’s arm, and it looks empty. For some reason, Yoongi hadn’t thought to grab any extra boxes earlier, so he thinks they might be completely out.
“I’ll be right back,” Yoongi promises, kissing Jimin’s forehead.
As he leaves the nest room, Yoongi takes a deep breath. He’s been needing to do this all day– to let his alphas know that they’re sick– but he’s been putting it off for as long as possible. He knows the minute they find out, they will be insufferable. He’s been sneaking in and out of the nest room to get the essentials– water, painkillers, one box of tissues– but now they need more, and it’s Yoongi’s duty as the pack omega to make sure he can provide that.
Even if that means asking an alpha for help now.
Yoongi pads down the hallway. Namjoon is sitting in the living room, curled up on the couch reading a book.
“Alpha.” Yoongi is sure why he’s suddenly so nervous.
Namjoon can smell it on him, apparently. He’s at Yoongi’s side in an instant, nostrils flaring and brow furrowed. “What’s wrong, omega?”
Shoulders sagging, Yoongi sighs. “We’re sick.”
It seems to take Namjoon a moment to comprehend his words. “You’re…what?” He blinks, his face doing that complicated expression-change that makes him harder to read. “You’re sick? Who’s sick?”
“All of us,” Yoongi replies, bracing himself. “It’s just a cold. I don’t think any of you should come–”
“Hyung! Taehyung!” Namjoon is already stalking towards the kitchen, where Yoongi can hear the other two alphas conversing.
Yoongi sighs and follows him.
“Are the omegas awake finally?” Seokjin asks, peering over Namjoon’s shoulder. “Ahh, there’s my sleepy little–”
“They’re sick,” Namjoon practically shouts at him. “All of our omegas are sick, hyung!”
Taehyung shrinks back, his concerned gaze finding Yoongi’s. He lets out a whine, something that goes straight to Yoongi’s heart. Yoongi can see it in his eyes that he wants to do something, to somehow fix the fact that Yoongi is sick, but isn’t quite sure how.
Yoongi crosses his arms over his chest and pushes down the very loud part of him that’s trying to seek that comfort. “We are fine. It’s just a cold. I only came out here to let you know. And to get some supplies. I don’t want any of you three getting sick too.”
“Is Jiminie sick too?” Taehyung asks, another whiny sound. “Jungkookie? Hoseokie-hyung?”
Before Yoongi can even nod, Seokjin steps forward. “Sick? I thought you were all just sleeping in.”
“We were sleeping in,” Yoongi tells him. He doesn’t mention the fact that they were all up at dawn, sniffly and achy. “In fact, they’re all still sleeping, so if you could just–”
“We need to get a thermometer,” Seokjin interrupts, pacing back and forth. “We need to make doctor appointments.”
Yoongi holds up a hand. “Stop,” he says firmly, halting the worried alpha in his tracks.
Namjoon growls, low in his throat, chest puffing out. He’s always struggled with Yoongi showing any authority over the alphas– well, his alpha doesn’t like it. Namjoon, for the most part, respects Yoongi as an equal, but there’s still a fixation on biological hierarchy that trips him up sometimes.
But now, with his senses heightened and his overprotective nature in overdrive, Yoongi just knows Namjoon is fighting something within himself.
So, Yoongi waits a moment, until Namjoon seems to realize what he’s doing and backs down, taking a full step away and raising his hands in a non-threatening gesture.
“I’m sorry,” he says softly, eyes lowered. “What…” he raises his gaze again. “What do you need from us?”
Yoongi rewards him with a small smile, then addresses all three of the alphas. “Firstly, I need you all to calm down. No one is in peril. We have come down with the common cold, nothing more. Yes, I know it’s worrying that all of us got sick at the same time– it seems like a lot.”
Taehyung nods frantically in agreement. “It’s a lot,” he says. “I don’t like it.”
“Of course not, pup,” Yoongi sighs.
He opens his arms, and Taehyung practically headbutts his chest in a rush to accept his embrace. He immediately starts scenting Yoongi, pausing with a frown.
“You smell wrong,” Teahyung murmurs woefully, voice wobbly. “You smell sick. I need…need to scent everyone, need to scent my omegas, need too–”
“Remember what I just said, pup,” Yoongi reminds him, though he accepts the scenting with relief. His head goes a little dizzy with it, and the ache in his throat suddenly comes rushing to the forefront of his body’s senses.
“Oh, Yoongi, love,” Seokjin croons, crowding in suddenly. “Oh, you’re feeling awful, aren’t you?”
Seokjin’s palm lands on Yoongi’s forehead. He can barely remember what he was just about to say.
“I’m fine,” he grits out, but talking makes him need to cough. He presses a fist to his mouth. “We need…need more…”
Seokjin shushes Yoongi. Taehyung whines. And yet, Yoongi can’t bring himself to be angry. He’s just– sick. He feels so, so sick, and he wants to go to his nest, and he wants his alphas to scent him and scent his omegas and he wants–
“Go get some water, Tae. And paper,” Namjoon orders.
Taehyung practically sprints out of the room. He returns in seconds with a water bottle from the fridge and a pad of paper.
Seokjin takes the water from Taehyung and uncaps it, holding it to Yoongi’s lips so he can drink.
“Tell us everything you need,” Namjoon says to Yoongi. “We’ll go to the store. Anything you need. Anything you want.”
Yoongi coughs again. “We need tissues,” he croaks out.
Taehyung scribbles it on the paper with a pencil.
“What else?” Seokjin asks, smoothing Yoongi’s hair back from his face. “Tell alphas what else you need.”
Yoongi shakes his head. It’s all he can think of right now– he just knows they need tissues.
“Hyung?” A small, congested voice comes from the doorway, and they all turn to see Jimin standing there wrapped up in a blanket.
Taehyung gasps loudly and hurries to his side. “You need to be back in your nest. You and Yoongi-hyung need to get back your nest, it’s not safe out here and you’re sick.”
Jimin startles at Taehyung frantic outburst. He looks at Yoongi, wide-eyed, and then back at Taehyung.
“You’re sick,” Taehyung repeats, pulling Jimin’s face to the crook of his neck. “All of our omegas are sick.”
“They’re panicking about it,” Yoongi informs Jimin, who is now being thoroughly scented by Taehyung. “I was just trying to get more tissues.”
Seokjin goes over to Jimin and feels his forehead. “Sweetie, tell alpha what’s hurting you.”
“Not hurting,” Jimin shakes his head. “Just– j-just–! hshh! hshh! kshh’uh! hshh! hh-ish!”
“Oh no,” Seokjin coos after Jimin’s sneezing fit is done. “Bless you, sweetie.”
Taehyung, who’s rubbing his cheek against Jimin’s, giggles. “Sneezy omega. So cute.”
“I’m not cute,” Jimin protests, offended. “I’m gross, Tae. And I need tissues.”
Yoongi feels like his legs are getting weaker with each second they stand here in the kitchen. He turns to Namjoon and clears his throat. “Alpha.”
Namjoon straightens up immediately. “Right. Everyone, the omegas need to get back to bed. Taehyung, you go to the store and buy tissues. I’m texting you a list of other stuff we’ll need– get it all. Multiples. Buy out the whole store if you need to.”
Yoongi rolls his eyes, but Taehyung nods eagerly and jogs to the front door.
Then, he lets Seokjin and Namjoon usher him and Jimin back to the nest room. When they get to the door, Yoongi puts his finger to his lips in a warning to be quiet, then turns the knob.
Inside, Jungkook is exactly where Yoongi had left him– right in the very middle of the nest, burrowed under the softest blankets and sweaters, only his hair visible.
Hoseok, however, is now sitting up, his fingers massaging his temples. He looks up as the four of them enter, his face scrunching in displeasure.
“What’s going on?” he demands to know in a loud, congested sounding whisper.
“Alphas found out we’re sick and they’re trying to fuss over us,” Jimin tells him, crawling into Hoseok’s lap. He nuzzles Hoseok’s cheek with a sad expression. “Do you still have a headache, hyung?”
“What?” Seokjin yelps. “What do you mean, a headache? How long have you had a headache?”
Hoseok glares. “Can you at least be quiet?”
Yoongi sits on Hoseok’s other side, stifling a cough. “Sorry, baby. They’re just leaving,” he says pointedly, looking at Seokjin and Namjoon. “Right, alphas?”
“But–” Namjoon’s mouth opens, then closes, then opens again.
Jimin shivers and buries his face into his sleeve. “kshh’uh! hshh! snff. But hurry back with tissues, please? hshHH-uh!”
“Bless you,” Hoseok says automatically, wincing as his temples throb.
“Tissues. Yes. We will be back with tissues.” Seokjin grabs Namjoon’s arm and tugs him towards the door. “And headache medicine. And– all kinds of medicine.”
“Thank you,” Yoongi says, flashing the sweetest smile he can muster.
As soon as the door closes behind them, Yoongi hunches forward with another cough.
“Oh no,” Hoseok groans, reaching over to rub his back. “Don’t tell me it’s settling in your chest already?”
“Not f-fair,” Jimin complains, his breath hitching. “Mine’s– hhsh-uh! hh’kshh! Mine’s all in my nose.”
Yoongi sighs. “At least Jungkookie is able to sleep.” All three of them look to where Jungkook is sleeping. “Think he’s still alive under there?”
Slowly, Jimin crawls towards the youngest omega. He slips his hand under a sweater to feel Jungkook’s cheek. “Oh! He’s burning up!”
“Wonderful,” Yoongi groans. “Do you think Tae will manage to find a fever reducer?”
“I better go have Namjoon-hyung text him,” Jimin replies, standing up. “Need to make sure he actually gets the things we need.”
While Jimin is gone, Yoongi and Hoseok carefully uncover Jungkook’s head, revealing his flushed, sweaty face.
“Oh, my poor baby,” Hoseok coos, using the corner of a blanket to dab at his forehead. “No wonder he’s been so quiet all day.”
Yoongi slumps against Hoseok’s side, suddenly feeling weak again. “I hate this.”
Hoseok inhales sharply, his hand coming up to rest against Yoongi’s cheek. “Oh, hyung! You’re warm, too!”
“What?” Yoongi sits up again. “No I’m not.”
“You are,” Hoseok confirms, holding the back of his hand to Yoongi’s forehead. “You’re running a fever, I’m sure of it.” He moves his hand to Jungkook’s forehead, then back to Yoongi’s, nodding. “Yep. Both of you.”
“Both of whom?” Jimin asks, coming back into the nest room and shutting the door behind him.
“Yoongi and Jungkook both have fevers,” Hoseok informs him.
After that, it’s a flurry of movement– Hoseok makes Yoongi lie down, and Jimin makes Hoseok lie down, and all three of them try to get comfortable without waking Jungkook.
They are not successful.
Jungkook blinks up at the ceiling, face crumpled in sleepy discomfort. He looks like he’s about to cry, but sneezes instead– a congested, powerful expulsion. “HHH-ESH’hoo!”
“Bless you,” Hoseok coos.
“Oh, you poor thing,” Jimin murmurs, carding his fingers through Jungkook’s hair.
“Can you sit up for me, baby?” Yoongi asks him, sliding his hand behind Jungkook’s shoulders.
Jungkook resists. “Need to blow my nose,” he says. He’s so stuffed up his words barely come out. “Can’t breathe.”
“Alphas are getting tissues right now,” Jimin tells him.
Jungkook huffs out a breath, almost sneezes again, and then closes his eyes. He makes several unhappy noises, mostly through his mouth. He tries to blow air through his nose but he’s unsuccessful. “Can’t breathe,” he pouts sleepily.
“We know, baby.” Hoseok rubs his chest. “You’ll have tissues soon.”
“hshh! hh-ish! kshh’uh!” Jimin nearly falls over sideways as he twists away to sneeze. “Very soon, I hope.”
Soon turns out to be ten minutes later. Their tissues and dozens of other bags filled with the entire contents of the pharmacy aisle are delivered by all three of the alphas, who all try to hover until Yoongi kicks them out.
“I can manage the common cold,” he tells them sternly. “We do not need you three getting sick too.”
“Let us at least scent you first,” Taehyung begs.
Yoongi has them give up the shirts that they’re currently wearing instead. “You’ve already done enough scenting. You’re probably going to catch this,” he mutters disapprovingly. “You can scent us tomorrow if we’re feeling better.”
Jimin, nuzzling his face into Taehyung’s hoodie, sneezes four times in a row. “kshh’uh! hshh! hshh! HH-KSH!”
As Yoongi tries to shut the door, Namjoon reaches out and cups him around the back of his neck. “Please, omega,” he whispers, eyes wide.
Yoongi’s heart stutters in his chest. He reaches up and grabs Namjoon’s hand, gently prying it away. He reaches up with his own wrist and rubs it against Namjoon’s neck for a few seconds, then nudges him past the threshold and releases him.
“Now go wash your hands. All of you,” he says, and then shuts the door in Namjoon’s face.
Yoongi collapses back into the nest as soon as he hears their footsteps retreat down the hallway. Now that he knows he has a fever, he can feel the heat coursing through him, turning his legs into jelly and his thoughts fuzzy.
“C’mere,” he says, squirming until he’s lying next to Jungkook, who is almost asleep again. He presses himself up against the younger omega’s side, looking up at Hoseok and Jimin. “C’mere.”
Jimin lies down next to Jungkook, practically on top of him. Hoseok lies down on Yoongi’s other side, tangling their legs together and wrapping his arm around Yoongi’s waist.
Jimin drapes Taehyung’s hoodie over Jungkook. Hoseok bunches up Namjoon’s shirt and Seokjin’s shirt and arranges them on either side of Yoongi’s head. Yoongi pulls a blanket over them, snuggling into the warmth with a sleepy sigh. The fever is working through his system, but so is the medicine, and soon he feels himself start to drift off.
Yoongi startles awake hours later, when the room is dark, to a loud thumping sound.
“Oww,” Jungkook yelps hoarsely from the hallway. “Alpha, why are you sitting on the floor out here?”
“Quiet,” Yoongi hears Namjoon hiss. Then, “Sorry, baby. Didn’t mean to trip you. Let me carry you to the bathroom.”
Yoongi rolls his eyes, and he’s asleep before Namjoon carries Jungkook back to their nest and places him carefully back in the middle, pressing a kiss to each of his omega’s forehead before leaving again.
