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They go to the grocery store that Sunday morning, in a rush because they just realized they’re missing coffee and shampoo, and it’s heavily raining.
They regret it instantly. But also not, because Yoongi really does want that coffee and Hoseok really needs to wash his hair. So they go anyway, with nothing but their hoods to protect themselves from it, and in a minute they’re already drenched.
Yoongi is whining continuously, holding onto his hood, and Hoseok is letting out little sounds from the cold of it, and urging them on. When they get into the store they let out a huge sigh of relief, taking off their hoods.
They know their way through the store by now, so Hoseok hurries to the aisle where there’s coffee, and Yoongi follows along, scoffing at his drenched coat and pants.
“This will take forever to dry!”
“We’re not going out today anyway,” Hoseok says, coffee already in hand as he immediately turns around and goes to seek out the shampoo, “But I hope we won’t get sick again.”
Yoongi shakes his head, taking both their favourite shampoos, “It was only five minutes. Five more until we get back.”
That makes it ten. That makes it ten minutes enough to get sick.
The following day they have to call in sick, and so they just stay in bed all morning, falling asleep and waking up, and falling asleep again. At some point when they wake up, they’re tangled up together, and sweaty and overall just feeling bad.
They groan and untangle. Yoongi sighs, and Hoseok gives a weak chuckle - followed by a cough, that gets Yoongi to also giggle and cough, and so then they’re both thrown into a coughing fit, interspersed with weak little laughs.
When it calms down they both sigh, trying to smile at each other through the pain, though in the end Hoseok just frowns and complains.
“This is the third time this month.”
“Yeah,” Yoongi confirms, voice rough, “It’s getting annoying.”
“It was annoying from day one.”
“True.”
Then there’s a moment of silence, where they lay on their back side by side, before Hoseok sniffles, loud and not chic at all.
“Ahh,” Yoongi hits him lightly, “Use a fucking tissue.”
Hoseok laughs, before sitting up - slowly, with a dizzy head - and searching for a tissue in the bedside drawer. Finding none, he closes it harshly, grunting in annoyance.
“They’re all in the kitchen,” Yoongi informs him, before sitting up, too, “Let’s drink something warm and take some medicine, too.”
“Yeah,” Hoseok agrees, getting up and stretching, “Not sure we have anything for sore throats, though.”
“I’ll go buy some, then. Sacrifice myself.”
Hoseok scoffs, looks at him as if to ask if he’s serious, “Oh, ‘cause it’s not for you too, right?”
“Um-” Yoongi pouts, “But I’m so nice anyway.”
Hoseok laughs, takes his hand to kiss it, “You are.”
And Yoongi smiles at him even though he feels like his nose will start running any second, and Hoseok smiles, too, and so it’s fine. They get to the kitchen, prepare and savour the coffee they bought the other day, sipping in silence in-between moments where they blow their noses or cough.
And then Yoongi sneezes, making Hoseok yelp and yell, “No! I think it went in my cup!”
“Oh, shit - sorry!”
Hoseok dramatically lets his head fall to the table, and Yoongi gets a hand in his hair to pet him in apology.
“This sucks.”