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The night before his birthday, Yoongi fell sick. It was a fever; his small face flushed all shades of pink. Hoseok might have called it cute if it wasn't for his constant groaning and whining and foghorn sneezes. The younger could have left him to his own devices and headed back to his own apartment, but he stayed. The older, despite his age, wasn't capable of surviving in such a state.
Right now, Yoongi was bedridden and sweating in the sheets as Hoseok whistled to himself in the kitchen.
"Yoongi, babe, I can hear you moaning from in there. Making annoying noises won't cure your sore throat," Hoseok called, throwing a toothy grin even with a wall dividing them.
"F-Fuck you, didn't you ever learn about sympathy?"
Yoongi's voice sounded so soft and weak that the younger had to clutch his own heart. He switched off the stove.
"Where was your sympathy when I had a fever, hm?" He began pouring some soup into a bowl for his boyfriend, tasting it to make sure it was just right. "Tiger balm isn't sympathy."
Yoongi didn't bother responding, he simply sighed. The younger carried the soup into the bedroom and opened the windows to let some fresh air before joining Yoongi in the bed.
"Careful, it's hot."
"Shut up," Yoongi retorted.
"You feisty man," Hoseok laughed, spooning out soup and holding it for the older. "My feisty man."
Eventually Yoongi quietened down and took the spoon for himself, eating as much as he could before his stomach decided it couldn't take anymore. The last thing he wanted was to be sick. Hoseok took the dishes into the kitchen and left them in the sink. He could clean them in the morning.
The oven clock read eleven thirty, meaning in just half an hour Yoongi would turn twenty-four. Hoseok smiled, they really were adults now. Things were going to be tough but at least they had each other. The younger glanced down at Yoongi's present on the sideboard and grinned nervously, praying internally that it was a good idea.
"I'll be back in a second babe," Hoseok called, boiling the kettle ready to fill a hot water bottle.
He switched it off early to make sure nothing would burn the older's sensitive skin. He wasn't the best when it came to heat, especially not for a Daegu kid. The water bottle was pale pink and covered in small hearts, definitely handed down to the other by his mother when he moved out.
As Hoseok re-entered the bedroom, Yoongi's eyes seemed half lidded, lips pouted in this adorable way. He barely flinched as Hoseok pulled his pyjamas top up and stuffed the hot water bottle against his pretty tummy. Hoseok loved nothing more than pressing kisses and blowing raspberries into the tender skin there. Yoongi was so sensitive; which came to use in both innocent and sexual ways.
"Hmm, it's too hot in here," Yoongi whispered.
"I know, sweetheart, take off your top and pants for tonight or you'll really overheat."
Hoseok helped him out of his clothes and curled up into the bed beside him. The clock ticked and with each second Yoongi's eyes drew tightly closed. Eventually, Hoseok's ears were met with the soft breaths of Yoongi's slumber. He was glad - Yoongi hadn't been sleeping well recently due to stress with university, likely causing his fever. But now he was resting and that was all that mattered.
Hoseok glanced back at the clock where both hands stood up towards the twelve. Yoongi's birthday. The younger pressed a soft kiss to Yoongi's beautiful pouted lips and whispered a small happy birthday before he too sunk into the sheets.
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Yoongi awoke to a banging headache and the noisy clang of metal from the kitchen. The hot water bottle at his stomach was room temperature at this point, covered in his own sweat. He reached for the bedside table and took a thermometer, holding it to his ear before reading thirty-eight. Fuck, he was still hot.
Just as he settled back down into the refines of his duvet, Hoseok walked in with a huge smile painted at his lips, eyes curved into those beautiful crescents. He had a tray in his hands with a bowl of some food. Before Yoongi could utter a word, Hoseok interrupted.
"Happy birthday baby!" His voice was way too loud for such an hour, yet Yoongi couldn't help but melt at his words. "I can't believe it, you're an old man. My old man. Happy birthday, I made breakfast!"
Yoongi's lips instantly pulled up into a smile despite himself. Hoseok, in all honesty, was the truest cure to any illness. He took the tray and placed in on the bedside table, lifting himself up as a first priority to clutch onto Hoseok's shirt and pull him down into a kiss. He loved his boyfriend's lips; the was they knew exactly how to move, exactly where and how Yoongi liked being kissed the most.
Their lips fit messily together but it felt perfect and that was all Yoongi wanted. He finally pulled off and settled back down.
"Well good morning to you," Hoseok puffed, a little startled.
"Shut up."
"Come on, just eat up, get some rice porridge into your little tummy," Hoseok settled down beside the older and rubbed a hand onto his soft belly. "You've lost weight because of this fever, you need to eat some more. You're already tiny, love."
"God, this is too domestic for a pair of uni kids," Yoongi rolled his eyes and lifted a spoon of porridge to his mouth. It was sweet and salty at the same time which is just how he liked it.
"Yeah, well, you're just about to graduate so you won't be a uni kid for much longer babe," Hoseok raised his eyebrows and waited for Yoongi to continue eating.
Admittedly he was very hungry, swallowing down his food much faster than he usually would. His stomach felt a little bloated but it was good, fulfilling. He loved Hoseok's cooking - even if it ended in a mess on the occasion.
"Hmm, I need to sleep again," Yoongi yawned, seating the bowl back on the table.
"No you don't!" Hoseok exclaimed. "You need to open your present then shower before your mother arrives."
"Are you calling me dirty?"
"I'm saying you stink of sweat, yes," Hoseok chuckled, handing over a small box for the older to unwrap. "Open it."
"No card?"
"You can open the card when I'm not around. It's way too soft and embarrassing."
Yoongi shrugged, digging his weak fingers into the wrap. His nails pierced through the paper, allowing him to swiftly peel off the thin layer of blue. Inside was an old jewellery box, clearly re-used to put whatever the gift was inside. It made him a little nervous being unaware of the gift. He wasn't good with surprises and his mind was frantically thinking of all the things the present could be.
Breathing in and out, he lifted the lid. Inside, on the plush velvet bed, was a key. A simple silver key. In confusion, he turned to Hoseok with furrowed eyebrows.
"This weekend," Hoseok started, eyes aimed down at the duvet. "I'm moving. Into a bigger place, because of my job, you know? It's a nice place."
Yoongi gulped, still not sure where the conversation was going.
"I...I want you, if you want to, to move in. With me. In my new apartment."
For a short moment Yoongi remained silent. He stared at his boyfriend intensely until their eyes finally locked. Yoongi's felt a little damp, glassing over. He didn't really know what to say other than a messy string of yes yes yes.
All he could do was push Hoseok down into the sheets in a quick movement and kiss him silly. And that was what he did. Hoseok gasped as Yoongi pinned him down, moving his lips anywhere and everywhere incoherently. He loved Hoseok so much, so fucking much, and this was all he could do right now to show it.
Hoseok moved at a slower pace in order to slow him down. He held two hands at Yoongi's bare hips, sliding them up and down along Yoongi's sensitive skin. Eventually the older slowed down and dropped limp into Hoseok's chest. The younger smoothed fingers through his hair, shushing him and calming him down.
"So," Hoseok began hesitantly, "was that a yes?"
It was. It was a solid yes. And just two minutes later as they shared a shower together, kissing beneath the rushed fall of water, Yoongi pressed back against the shower wall, he imagined doing this all over again in a place they could call their own.
He'd had a bunch of birthdays, done crazy stuff for each of them. Yet, this one was his favourite. It wasn't perfect, he still felt hot and tired, but he loved it.
A lot of their relationship over the last three and a half years had just been aimless. They just did whatever, but with each other. Yoongi liked that, he liked not knowing what was to come, but despite his uncertainty he always had his fingers threaded with Hoseok's. This was a landmark really, the first thing to come from their relationship.
However he was still clueless. He had no idea what would come from moving in together finally.
But he held the key tightly up until moving day and knew that whatever happened nothing else could bring him happiness like Hoseok did.