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While taking sips out of a glass filled with water, Yoongi rests his head on Hoseok's shoulder. His sick eyes shift from glossy to normal every few blinks. A gurgle coming from his stomach makes him groan. In response, Hoseok rubs Yoongi's side with the arm that's keeping him upright. They watch as Namjoon tells them, the ones that actually got sleep, what happened last night.
"..... and Taehyung essentially begged me to let him cuddle with Kookie, so I let him. Then I went and slept with Yoongi-hyung." He finishes with a drink of coffee. Yoongi glares at him.
"He didn't beg you, he just called you Daddy." Coffee spits out from Namjoon's mouth, followed by harsh coughs as the others laugh at how easily persuaded Namjoon is. Yoongi stares at the fresh brown stains on the floor. Frowning, he croaks out, "Why can't I have some coffee? I'm just as tired as Joon."
"Because, we wouldn't want you to have an upset tummy." Hoseok giggles, squeezing his elder's waist. Scoffing, Yoongi rolls his eyes with a miffed smile.
"Hold on, why didn't you wake me up?" Jin crosses his arms after handing Namjoon paper towels to clean up the mess he made. "I want to help you guys when my children are sick!"
A loving cringe takes over Namjoon. Looking up from the floor, he tells Jin, "I get that we're like, your children, but we have kinda sex with each other, so it's just weird." Seokjin gives him a rare, but not unseen, death stare. "Sorry, hyung, but it makes sense. Or rather doesn't." Bitterly, Jin nods. "And we didn't wake you up because we had it under control."
Yoongi remembers only bits of what happened last night, his still sick mind tossing random memories out. He says, "Jungkook is really sick, I don't think I've ever seen him like that before. The other night he kept crying from the pain, and he just looked so hurt."
Jin's expression softens from the awareness of the boy's state. "My poor Jungkookie. He'll always Bangtan's sweet baby." An inadvertent sound of jealousy escapes Yoongi. With a laugh, Jin adds, "Don't worry, kitten. You're the sweetest."
Sudden gentle touches from Jimin's fingertips bring out a gasp from Yoongi that's quickly replaced with a mewl. "At least Yoongih-ah's fever broke. But I bet that Jungkook has one now." His feet shuffle as he moves closer to his boyfriends. "Yoongi-hyung, are you feeling any better?"
Before he can say anything, they hear a loud wail from down the hall. Their ears perk up from the kitchen, confused expressions plastered across their faces.
"That sounds like.... Taehyung?"
Soon enough, the sound of soft, but aggressive footsteps starts, and grows louder. Taehyung emerges from the hallway, covered in brown vomit. Yoongi hears, and feels, Hoseok gag in his ear at the disgusting sight. Reaching behind him, he squeezes Hobi's shoulder in an attempt to comfort him.
"Tae! Baby, what happened?" Jimin runs to Taehyung's side. The rest of the them just gape at the situation, letting Jimin take care of him.
Taehyung casually glances at his soiled outfit, shrugging. "Jungkook puked on me."
Namjoon blinks, his brain failing to process the lack of stress or any emotion for that matter. "Then what was that cry?" He asks.
"Oh that?" Taehyung looks Namjoon in the eye. "That was just the noise I made when he threw up on me."
"Then how are you so calm?"
"Yeah, this isn't like you, Tae." Agreeing with Namjoon, Hoseok's looks sad, and worried.
"You're always so full of emotions." Yoongi mutters.
"I guess I'm just in shock. I really didn't expect him to throw up on me when I woke him up." A content smile forms upon his face. "He was so worried I was mad at him that he clinged onto my arm, apologizing profusely." He looks at the ground, his face falling as fast as it rose. "I just told him that I'd get our hyungs to help. So..... Here I am now."
Jimin sighs, and begins to lead Taehyung out of the room. "Come on, baby. Let's get you cleaned up." Before getting anywhere, Taehyung plants his heels. "What are you doing, Tae?"
"Can you take me to Kookie's room? I don't want to leave him alone." His fingers anxiously tap together.
Namjoon gestures to the hallway, saying, "I'll be with Jungkook, don't worry, hun." He notices Jimin frowning at the mess on Taehyung. Getting closer, he sees vomit splattered on his face. After wiping it off with a clean paper towel, he places a kiss on his forehead.
Seokjin takes the trash from Namjoon, and throws it away. "I'll help you with him, Joon." He directs his attention to Yoongi and Hoseok. "Will you two be okay?"
"We're not kids, hyung. And yes, I will be perfectly fine with Yoongi-ah." Hobi pats the shorter's head. "Right?" An annoyed grunt is given in response.
"Hyung!" Not knowing whom he's addressing, everyone turns to Taehyung. "I told Kookie I'd come back, I don't want to leave him. When I said, 'alone' the first time, I mean without me."
"Awww," Jimin coos at his adorable boyfriend. "Of course you can be with Jungkookie." Holding out his hand and letting Tae take it, he silently waits for their hyungs.
~
While walking down the hall, they hear a cry of pain that unmistakably comes from Jungkook. Namjoon urgently jogs, only to be met with the sight of Jungkook leaning on the doorway of his room with his foot slightly lifted off the ground.
"Baby, are you okay?" Namjoon asks as he squeezes the maknae's arm.
"I tried to walk to you guys, but I whacked the back of my foot against the wall and now it hurts and I feel like I'm gonna puke again." A pointed sniffle ends his short rant.
"It'll be alright, Kookie. Let me see your foot." Namjoon squats, and holds Jungkook's leg. "It doesn't look bad." He's met with a whine of disagreement. "I mean, you're not bleeding, and that's good. I'm not saying it doesn't hurt." The pout that Jungkook had started with didn't leave for some time.
As he helps Jungkook into his room, Taehyung and Jimin slip into the bathroom, but not before stealing one of the youngest's shirts.
Jin sits on the bed beside Jungkook, and rubs his back. Jungkook buries his head in Seokjin's shoulder.
Out of nowhere, he tears up. Grabbing at his clothes for something to stabilize himself, he feels his sweaty armpits. Groaning out of disgust, he complains, "Hyung, I'm too warm."
Seokjin tries to pry the younger's arms off of himself. "Then let me take that sweatshirt off of you, bun." Jungkook's weak muscles loosen up, succumbing to the sickness in his veins. "You probably have a fever, I'll use the thermometer in the bathroom once Tae and Jimin are done."
While nodding, Jungkook's stomach cramps. He winces, and swallows harshly. "Can you..... Can you get me some water?"
Namjoon practically hops in place. "I'll get you some. I need to move around anyways."
~
Taehyung cries out, his head slumped against the toilet. After entering the bathroom, and slipping on Jungkook's clean shirt, he started puking.
"I ate too many snacks!" The profound final conclusion is accentuated by the clank of his skull hitting the lid.
Jimin giggles at the dramatic scene before him. His palm moves in a soothing motion across the boy's back. "I bet it's not boding well with you, huh?"
Taehyung groans and lifts his head. "Yeah.... I don't think I'm actually sick, I think I just ate too much, too fast."
"And why did you decide it was a good idea?" Jimin bits his bottom lip, trying to hold back another laugh.
"At the time I thought it was the best idea I've ever had, not counting when I decided to join Bangtan."
The wholesome comment knocks the humor out of Jimin, and leaves him breathless. He stammers out, "T-hat, that was the best one."
A smile sprouts from Tae's mouth. He reaches out to hold Jimin's bright face. "I love you so much, Jiminie." He pauses for a moment. ".... I feel a lot better, but my throat's a little sore and.... kinda scratchy. I want to sit out in the living room though."
"I'll sit out with you, and get you some tea for that sick throat of yours."
~
The stench of Jungkook's breath wafts into Seokjin's face, causing him to recoil in disgust. "Jungkook, you have to brush your teeth."
The youngest makes a high-pitched noise, not wanting to do that, or anything in general. "Hyung, if I brush my teeth, my breath won't get any better because I'll just vomit, so it'll stink again."
"That's no excuse." Jin tuts, ushering him into the bathroom. "I think you'll be fine, and happy that your hyung took care of you."
"Seokjin-hyung, maybe it isn't the best idea to do this." Namjoon tries his best to persuade their elder, but he doesn't succeed.
"I'm pretty sure he doesn't like the taste of vomit that's lingering in his mouth." He squirts toothpaste onto the brush and lifts it to Jungkook's mouth. "I'm guessing you're going to refuse to do it yourself." The maknae nods.
He gags as soon as the minty paste hits his tongue, but he's able to control himself, at least for now.
"Do you want to do it on your own now?" Jin asks him. Jungkook shakes his head, why would he want to do it himself if he can get Jin to do it for him? Humming full of spite, and nodding in return, Seokjin starts moving the toothbrush back and forth.
The brush activates Jungkook's gag reflex. He retches, and spits froth into the sink. The mint burns his mouth, which is usually a good feeling to him, but not when he's about to puke. A hiccup escapes him just before the stomach bile does. His jaw falls open as he inadvertently pushes the wave of sick out with a loud belch.
Namjoon rinses out the sink as Jin apologizes and puts the toothbrush down.
"Baby, I'm really sorry, I-"
"Hyung!" "Jin-hyung!" Jimin and Taehyung race after one another into Jungkook's bathroom. "You have to come with us, now! Something's happening!" The pair force him out of the room, but not before he could give Namjoon a confused shrug.
"And you're telling me this now??" Seokjin hears Yoongi's hurt voice as he's being dragged down the hall. "What...?" He questions as he inches closer to the living room. After a couple pauses, Yoongi continues with, "What the hell, Hobi?"
With one eyebrow raised, Jin enters the same area as the arguing boys. "Alright, what's going on?" His calm demeanor is forced away when he sees Yoongi up in Hoseok's face, brows furrowed. Ripping the boys apart, he asks a second question, "What are you two fighting about?"
Yoongi crosses his arms, and stares daggers into Hobi's skull. "I don't know, maybe someone just happened to forget to tell me about an Army fucking fainting at the concert yesterday!" The anger that boiled from within Yoongi spilled over. Hoseok's eyes don't leave the floor, his body slightly shaking.
Jimin and Taehyung cuddle closer together on the couch, both aware that this isn't their business, nor should they intervene, their hyung is dealing with it.
Jin analyzes the situation, knowing he has to help his dongsaengs. He holds the shorter by his shoulders. "Yoongi, I understand that you're hurt, but you have to calm down, okay? You can't just be cussing Hoseok out with your passive-aggressive composure. It's terrifying."
Relaxing ever so slightly, Yoongi takes a deep breath. "No, I can't deal with him anymore."
"You do know that it isn't entirely Hobi's fault, we also didn't choose tell you. You can't dump this all on him, he just wanted to protect you."
All of the anger rushes back into him. "Protect me, protect me? Jin, he fucking did nothing! All he did was freak me out! I thought he," - His voice cracks. - "I thought that he wasn't telling me something like- I don't know..... Like he didn't want...." A groan makes his face scrunch as tears begin to slip down his cheeks. Trying to blink the wetness away, he looks at the ceiling.
"Baby, I'm so sorry I didn't tell you earlier." Hoseok pulls Yoongi into his arms, influencing the elder to relax and cry freely. Tears fall from Yoongi's squeezed tight eyes.
"H-hobi?" He breaths, pushing himself away from Hoseok. The stare that the younger is met with melts his whole being. "I'm sorry for overreacting. I really didn't mean it, but," Hobi hushes him with a finger pressed to his lips.
He tells him, "You don't have to apologize, I understand. We were both in the wrong, only I was in the more wrong." Yoongi laughs gently at his poor choice of words. "At least I didn't say, 'wronger'."
Hobi expects some kind of reaction, but instead of laughing again, Yoongi stares blankly at nothing. Upon closer inspection, his skin is way paler than normal, he's slightly panting, and he seems truly out of it.
"I.... Think I need to s-sit down." His eyes flutter shut dangerously fast. Gravity pulls him downwards once more, only Jin isn't quick enough. Jimin and Tae catch Yoongi, arms clutching their hyung's limbs and torso.
Hyung! Are-" Hoseok ends his words, seeing Yoongi's serene, asleep body. "Huh, I guess he just needed a nap?"
Jin nervously laughs. "God, he scared the shit out of me." He pets Yoongi's bright hair. "He's so dramatic when he's sick."
~
The boys gather on the couches, all of them strewn across the room. Taehyung sits in Jimin's lap, Jin practically cradles Yoongi in a recliner, and Jungkook squirms contently between Hoseok and Namjoon.
His quiet voice is almost unheard over the dead silence, and regarded as Yoongi making another noise in his sleep, but Hoseok's question isn't ignored. "Hey, Tae. So, you just have a sore throat or whatever?"
"Yeah, I mean, I did puke because of the sheer amount of food that I ate at dinner has just been plaguing me." Taehyung replies with a yawn. "I could barely sleep." Hobi nods with a copied yawn. Taehyung's short attention span kicks in, so he reaches over and pokes the asleep boy. "Yoongi-hyung, are you awake?" The only response he gets is a moan and a sharp snore.
Jin smiles, and plants a kiss on Yoongi's cheek. "Just sleep, Yoongi-chi, you'll feel better tomorrow."