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it’s way too warm.
it’s way, way, way too warm for jungkook.
he is drowning under some blankets and it seems like they are trying to boil the hell out of him.
he shifts and tries to free himself but he can’t escape.
a loud whine leaves his mouth, his head pounding, his body hurting.
“namjoon.”
it was a soft whisper, a whine accompanying it.
“namjoon.”
it wasn’t loud.
his voice was scratchy and rough.
he started to cough but he couldn’t breathe properly under the dead weight of the blankets.
”namjoon!”
it was a little louder, sounding almost angry but in reality he was a little miserable.
”namjoon, please.”
he heard soft footsteps and realized that his eyes must have fallen closed.
”why were you calling for me?”
jungkook couldn’t answer and only whined some more.
”what’s wrong, darling?”
namjoon was now scrunching down, on the same eye level as jungkook and brushing through his messy hair.
“hurts.”
his soft voice was very gentle yet hoarse.
”hurts, namjoon. everything hurts.”
namjoon frowned, little wrinkles appearing on his face.
he slid his fingers under jungkook’s bangs and could feel his heated skin.
“oh no. you’re burning up, jungkook.”
jungkook whined again and moved his hands, grabbing namjoon’s wrist and bringing it to his chest and hugging it tightly.
“it hurts.”
”do you want to go see a doctor?”
jungkook shock his head and whined some more.
he slowly creeped his eyes open, seeing a blurry version of namjoon.
”no. doctors are mean.”
namjoon chuckled at the accusatory tone jungkook was using and moved a little closer to him, his head resting on the mattress.
”then what do you want?”
jungkook blinked slowly a couple of times, his flushed face getting redder by the second.
”you.”
”me?”
jungkook nodded softly and tugged on namjoon’s arm in his hands.
“i want namjoon.”
“and how can namjoon help jungkook?”
“he can help jungkook by hugging and kissing him.”
namjoon smiled softly and kissed jungkook’s forehead.
”everything you want.”
jungkook smiled gently, his eyes turning glossy and out of focus.
namjoon climbed over him onto the bed, pushing the blankets away and sliding next to jungkook.
the sick boy turned around, throwing his arms around his lover’s waist, hugging him tightly.
namjoon moved closer, pulling jungkook towards him, burying his face in jungkook’s hair.
“you smell nice.”
“oh. really?”
“hmmm. namjoon smells the best.”
namjoon chuckled, his dimples appearing.
jungkook hid his face in namjoon’s neck, breathing in deeply and enjoying his lover’s warmth.
“my jungkookie smells lovely too.”
jungkook didn’t reply but he placed a soft peck on namjoon’s neck and nuzzled in even more.
they stayed like that for a very long time, drowning in the other’s smell and becoming sleepy.
namjoon thought that jungkook must have fallen asleep but to his surprise the sick boy whispered soft words against his neck.
“thank you, namjoon.”
namjoon kissed jungkook’s head, hugging him tighter.
“always.”
——
it was too cold.
it was way too cold for jungkook.
he shivered and turned and tossed, searching for something to keep him warm.
he blinked his eyes open and saw he was alone in the cold room.
he felt slightly annoyed and uncomfortable for being left on his own.
he sat up and was trying to get up from their bed but he swayed slightly and fell right back.
he huffed, irritation boiling his blood.
he tried to stand up again and this time he did it, though it was somewhat wobbly.
he picked up a spare blanket and draped it over his shoulders and took small steps towards the living room.
he almost tripped over his blanket but fortunately he caught himself.
he huffed again, his irritation growing even more.
he peeked his head inside the living room, his body still hidden behind the wall.
he saw namjoon, sitting on the couch, going through paperwork.
‘his workaholic lover’ he thought to himself, adoration blossoming in his chest.
he took small, slow steps towards namjoon and planted himself next to the working boy.
jungkook sank onto their sofa, being enveloped my softness.
he looked at namjoon and saw that the older still hasn’t noticed him so jungkook took his time admiring his lover.
he couldn’t stop himself and said
“namjoon, you are really handsome.”
namjoon flinched and turned his head towards jungkook (a little too fast for everyone’s liking).
“what are you doing here?”
jungkook only shrugged.
“i just woke up because i was too cold. i was searching for you.”
namjoon turned his body, fully facing jungkook.
“oh, sorry. i should’ve thrown a blanket over you.”
“it’s fine.”
“no, it’s not. what if you get even more sick? it would be my fault.”
he could see the worry in namjoon’s eyes and could only smile softly.
“namjoon. i’ll be fine. and what’s a couple more days of sickness? it only means you’ll be all over me for a bit longer.”
jungkook laughed quietly.
“hey, don’t act like i don’t pay attention to you unless you are sick or whatnot.”
“well... i mean...”
namjoon gasped and poked jungkook’s stomach.
“jungkook! don’t be so mean.”
jungkook bursted out laughing, clutching his stomach but soon his laughter turned into a coughing fit.
namjoon moved fast, caressing jungkook’s back and whispering sweet words.
jungkook finally stopped after some time but he was still in pain and now his throat was all dry.
he had tears in his eyes and he felt cramps throughout his body.
“namjoon.”
his voice was raw and you could see he was in pain so namjoon stood up and went to get him a glass of water.
jungkook thanked him and took a big sip and could feel his throat calm down a little.
he thanked namjoon again.
but namjoon didn’t know what to do.
his jungkook was sick and he couldn’t do anything.
he felt useless but he hoped he could at least provide some comfort.
that’s all he had right now.
they both relaxed on the couch, namjoon taking jungkook’s hand in his and playing with his fingers.
“your tattoos are really beautiful.”
jungkook didn’t reply but moved his head towards namjoon and pecked his cheek.
“thanks.”
he rested his head on namjoon’s shoulder, almost throwing all of his body on him.
namjoon dragged the boy closer and now jungkook was sitting on namjoon’s lap, his head on his chest and namjoon continued to play with his fingers.
they were warm and cozy.
it felt good.
for a second he forgot his pain and discomfort and drowned in namjoon’s scent.
somewhere jungkook must’ve lost his blanket but he didn’t care.
namjoon was all he needed.
“how do you feel?”
jungkook opened his tired eyes and only stared at the window.
“tired.”
“how’s your throat and stomach?”
“could be better but not at its worst.”
namjoon hummed and sneaked his hand under jungkook’s shirt and started brushing over his stomach.
jungkook flinched slightly but enjoyed the coldness against his warm skin and slowly melted into namjoon’s embrace.
“your fever has dropped slightly as well but you are still too hot.”
jungkook shifted until he was sitting comfortably on namjoon’s lap and took his second hand and brought it under his shirt as well.
namjoon got the message and started caressing jungkook’s tummy.
he heard the sick boy sigh and slump against him.
“if i wasn’t as comfortable as i am i would’ve turned around and kissed you but as we know i’m lazy.”
namjoon chuckled and only continued with his massage.
“you’re not lazy. you never are. don’t say such things about yourself. and thank you for informing me.”
jungkook turned around a little and pecked namjoon’s jaw and sat back down comfortably.
“hmm. will do, sir.”
namjoon chuckled and kissed jungkook’s head.
“appreciate it.”
——
namjoon went to prepare some food.
he decided that a bit of soup should be enough.
as he went on making the food jungkook woke up.
he picked up his lost blanket and draped it over himself and walked towards the kitchen.
he went directly to namjoon, hugging him from behind.
he pressed his cheek against namjoon’s back, sighing softly.
namjoon flinched a bit, not expecting the hug but he relaxed soon after, intertwining his fingers with jungkook’s.
“how’s my darling doing?”
“i don’t know. i’m still tired.”
namjoon hummed, hoping that the food and some medicine will help jungkook recover faster.
“namjoonie.”
“yeah? need something?”
“a hug.”
it was whispered quietly, his voice gentle.
namjoon felt a whole universe burst to live in his chest, a big smile overtaking his face.
he turned around in jungkook’s embrace and hugged him back.
his hand found their way to jungkook’s hair, brushing through them.
his other hand slipped under his shirt, caressing his back.
jungkook sneaked his own hands under namjoon’s shirt, hugging him tightly.
he placed soft pecks on namjoon’s collarbone and namjoon would in turn brush his sides.
“better.”
“hmm?”
“now i feel better.”
namjoon chuckled, moving a bit back and pecking jungkook’s lips.
“good to hear.”
jungkook smiled up at him, his eyes turning soft.
namjoon could see a thousand stars in them, the same universe that was blossoming in his chest reflecting in jungkook’s eyes.
namjoon smiled himself, his dimples appearing and jungkook really couldn’t stop himself but get on his tiptoes and kiss both of them.
“they’re so cute.”
“what? my dimples?”
jungkook nodded confidently and started poking them.
“they are so cute and make you look like a big softie.”
namjoon had to laugh, loving jungkook’s words.
“see. you look adorable.”
“i think the adorable one is you.”
jungkook pouted and oh my god.
can he not?
namjoon couldn’t resist and kissed him again.
“no. the adorable one is namjoon.”
“i’m 100% sure it’s you darling.”
“no. namjoon~. that’s not true.”
“i’m pretty sure it is.”
jungkook pouted even more.
he really wanted namjoon to believe his words but he knew that this was just one of the games they played.
“namjoon.”
he huffed and even stomped his foot.
“okay, okay. the big baby wins.”
“i’m not a baby!”
namjoon smirked, wanting to laugh.
“sure. whatever the baby says.”
“namjoon!”
namjoon silenced the protesting boy with kisses upon kisses.
he was practically drowning jungkook in them.
jungkook couldn’t help himself and started giggling, his whole body shaking and a big smile spreading on his face.
“namjoonie.”
“my darling.”
jungkook felt like combusting.
he felt loved and adored.
he didn’t want namjoon to stop but he knew that at one point he would have too little oxygen to breath.
“my love.”
namjoon froze, stunned for a second.
jungkook didn’t call him that very often, only whenever he felt very loved and happy.
hearing those words had namjoon smiling like a big idiot.
he was on cloud nine.
he picked up jungkook, squeezing him tightly and kissed him everywhere possible.
“you didn’t just say that.”
“oh, my love.”
namjoon screamed, actually screamed and didn’t stop showering jungkook with kisses.
jungkook burst out laughing at namjoon’s scream, hugging him tightly.
“my darling.”
“my love.”
——
jungkook was wrapped in his blanket and was currently watching tv.
he was almost dozing off, his eyes falling closed.
“jungkook.”
he was too tired to hear his lover.
“jungkookie.”
this time he did hear him and turned his head facing namjoon.
“hmm?”
namjoon smiled at the soft boy and moved a bit closer, reaching out with his hand.
“foods ready. come on.”
jungkook made an unhappy face, scrunching up his nose.
“but i’m too tired.”
namjoon knew the sick boy was going to complain so he didn’t give up.
“you can sleep afterwards. now you have to eat.”
“but namjoon~~~.”
“no ‘but’s.”
jungkook huffed and hit his blanket.
“but i’m too tired, namjoon. i don’t want to move and eat. i want to sleep.”
namjoon knew he couldn’t convince jungkook so he bent down and picked him up.
“namjoon!”
jungkook threw his hands around namjoon’s neck as namjoon held his thighs.
“what? you were acting like a baby, throwing a tantrum. not my fault i have to carry you.”
“was not acting like a baby.”
namjoon could feel jungkook’s pout on his skin and slapped the boy lightly on his butt.
“kay. you weren’t.”
“told you so.”
he mumbled it into namjoon’s shirt, his pout still in place.
namjoon placed him on the table and brought a plate with jungkook’s food.
“what’s that?”
“soup.”
“but i don’t want soup.”
“it’s good for you.”
“but i want something sweet.”
he was pouting again and squinting his eyes.
“not with your throat. now be a good boy and open your mouth.”
jungkook deflated slightly and gave up, opening his mouth obediently.
“that’s my good boy.”
jungkook whined and softly hit namjoon’s chest.
“don’t say that.”
namjoon smirked and knew damn well how he was sounding.
“hmm. only for my well-behaved baby. he is too innocent to hear me say something like that."
jungkook gasped loudly.
"oh my god. namjoon! don’t say that!”
namjoon laughed, his body shaking.
“okay, okay. i’ll stop.”
“thank you.”
“only for now though.”
“namjoon!”
their bickering went on for a long time.
the soup became cold but jungkook still ate some of it and namjoon gave him a kiss for it afterwards.
——
it was getting late, the moon shining softly.
both boys were in their shared bedroom, watching a documentary.
because jungkook was sick namjoon let him pick.
because jungkook knew he was too sick to pay attention he chose something that namjoon probably liked.
so they ended up with a documentary and neither are complaining.
namjoon got to watch sea creatures and jungkook got his hugs.
namjoon was holding him tightly, his hands sneaking under jungkook’s shirt, brushing over his stomach.
he himself was only in his boxers.
it feels comfortable to have jungkook’s thighs press against his.
it felt warm and soft.
jungkook would occasionally rub their legs together, curling his fingers in namjoon’s under his shirt.
namjoon would kiss jungkook’s neck and jungkook in return would kiss his collarbones or chest.
namjoon would sniff jungkook’s hair and jungkook would inhale namjoon’s smell.
jungkook was starting to rub his eyes with his tiny fists.
he would yawn frequently and squeeze his cheeks against namjoon’s chest.
this was a clear sign that he was falling asleep.
namjoon turned on the lights and in turn shut off the tv.
jungkook didn’t even seem to notice with his eyes closed.
“darling.”
namjoon didn’t want to startle the tired boy so he tried to wake him up softly.
“darling.”
“hmm. namjoon~.”
namjoon went back to rubbing jungkook’s tummy.
it just felt so soft.
it was so soft.
his skin was so soft.
jungkook was just so soft.
“we have to move. come on, sweetheart.”
obviously, jungkook started whining again which turned into a coughing fit.
he started whining again.
oh no.
oh no.
this was bad.
if jungkook was in pain again and continuing on with his whining he would very soon start crying.
“joonie. everything hurts.”
oh no.
whenever he called namjoon that he would be very close to tears.
namjoon didn’t want to scare jungkook by moving him around but in this position he couldn’t help jungkook.
oh no.
he heard the first sob, shaking jungkook’s body.
“oh, darling.”
jungkook tried to turn around towards namjoon but his feet got caught in the blanket.
he started to try even though he was exhausted.
he couldn’t move.
he panicked,
sobs rocking his body and tears falling down his cheeks.
“joonie.”
namjoon kicked all the blankets away, not caring anymore.
his jungkook was crying his eyes out.
he had to calm him down.
he picked jungkook up easily and placed him on his own lap, jungkook facing him.
what he saw truly broke his heart.
jungkook was crying, tears streaming down his face.
his face was turning red.
he looked really distressed and exhausted.
he held jungkook’s face in his hands, making him look up.“darling.
”jungkook peeked his eyes open, looking at namjoon for a couple seconds before he broke down.“
hurts, joonie. everything hurts.”
namjoon shattered.
his darling was crying.
he was crying and namjoon was just staring at him.
“oh, sweetheart.”
he tried to wipe the tears away but new ones took their place and his efforts were useless.
jungkook’s breathing was getting faster and cutting sometimes.
his crying was hindering him from breathing properly.
no.
no.
“hey. hey. jungkook. darling. look at me.”
jungkook opened his eyes slowly, his eyes lost behind his tears.
“joonie.”
“yeah. it’s joonie. come on. breathe like joonie. come on.
slower.
inhale.
exhale.
yeah, good job.
come on.
again.
inhale and exhale.
good job, darling.”
this went on until jungkook started breathing regularly again, without his crying stopping him.
his crying has turned into soft sniffs and occasional sobs.
he will be fine.
namjoon hugged him softly.
he caressed his arms and back.
he kissed him and pecked him.
they took his shirt off to let him feel free and not suffocated.
now they were skin on skin.
both felt the heat radiating off of each other.
jungkook was still running a bit warmer.
namjoon whispered soft, encouraging words.
he brushed through jungkook’s hair and body.
he held jungkook’s hand when the sick boy started fumbling around.
he kissed him whenever he started whining again.
soon all the tears dried and they were left with comfortable silence.
“everything okay, sweetheart?”
“yeah. thanks.”
“always.”
slowly both drifted off to sleep, their bodies shutting down and their mind relaxing.
hopefully nothing else will happen.
——
it was probably in the middle of the night.
jungkook shifted, feeling nausea creep up on him.
he felt bile rise up his throat and he put a hand securely in front of his mouth.
with his other hand he furiously poked at namjoon’s face until his lover woke up.
“jungkook? everything alright.”
jungkook only replied by whining and namjoon shot up by his distressed tone.
he turned on the lamp and saw jungkook’s pale face and his hand holding his mouth tightly.
he panicked for a second, worry swimming in his stomach.
he took jungkook to the toilet by carrying him bridal style.
jungkook kneeled in front of the toilet and started throwing up.
he whined and coughed.
namjoon felt his forehead and was shocked to feel the hot skin of his lover.
jungkook’s fever has risen even more and now the poor boy was even throwing up.
after a couple minutes jungkook stopped and namjoon flushed everything down but all he could concentrate on was his jungkook being teary eyed.
namjoon helped him stand up and rinse his mouth.
he could feel how jungkook was slowly losing his power and how he was almost tripping over himself.
namjoon felt his heart constrict, could feel how his heart was breaking seeing his lover like this.
he just wanted him to be healthy again.
he carried jungkook to their bed and laid him down gently.
he went to him, hugging him tightly, letting the sick boy grab him and pull him even closer.
jungkook was now breathing slowly, trying to lessen his nausea and pain.
he felt like crying.
his body was hurting.
he felt like throwing up and he was too hot and cold at the same time.
namjoon could sense him getting sadder, so he moved away a bit, facing jungkook, one of his hands caressing his cheek and the other one sneaking under jungkook’s shirt.
“hey, it’s alright. the pain will lessen with time.”
jungkook whimpered and namjoon could see tears gather in his eyes.
“darling.”
jungkook finally broke down again, tears slipping from his eyes, damping his pillow.
he started to hiccup and sob softly, letting all his pain show.
namjoon sat upright and helped jungkook as well and placed him on his lap.
jungkook snuggled in his neck, wetting namjoon’s shirt with his tears.
namjoon brushed over his back, his hands under jungkook’s shirt.
jungkook was clutching onto namjoon, crying softly.
“it’s fine. let it all out. come on.”
jungkook sobbed and cried for what felt like eternity but finally he calmed down a little.
“joonie. it hurts.”
“aw. it’s alright. i’ll give you some medicine and hopefully you’ll get better. okay?”
jungkook didn’t reply, only hiccuped softly.
his grip on namjoon was losing power and he was slumping on him.
“wanna go to bed for now?”
“mhmm.”
namjoon placed him down softly, brushing through his hair afterwards and placing gently kisses on his face.
jungkook seemed to relax and fall asleep so namjoon calmed down himself and laid down next to him.
——
namjoon woke up at the early morning hours, wanting to check on jungkook but found him nowhere.
a bit worried, he stood up and went to search and he found the poor boy in the bathroom.
he was laying on the cold tiles, next to the toilet and namjoon could see he had thrown up.
he kneeled down and picked up the sick boy, feeling his warmth radiate off his body.
namjoon was starting to grow even more concerned.
he tried to wake up jungkook softly by whispering to him.
“jungkook.”
the boy woke up after some coaxing but started to whine immediately after.
“namjoon. 'm tired.”
“oh, i know you’re tired but i think you should shower.”
“but ‘m tired.”
“i know, i know. but jungkook, you slept on the bathroom floor.”
jungkook scrunched up his face slowly and started to feel disgusting.
he nodded and helped namjoon peel off his clothes and namjoon’s too.
“a bath.”
“hmm?”
“i want to take a bath, namjoon.”
“okay.”
namjoon started the water and while they waited he hugged jungkook tightly, trying to keep him warm.
“why were you sleeping on the floor.”
“i can’t remember.”
“you could’ve woken me up. i know you threw up again.”
“but... i felt bad for keeping you up for such a long time.”
“you know i’m fine with taking care of you.”
“i know. i’m sorry for not waking you up.”
“no need to apologize. it’s alright. just call me next time.”
namjoon picked up a baby blue bath bomb and plopped it into the tub.
soon after they stepped into the warm water and sat down across from each other.
the water felt comfortable against their stiff bodies.
they relaxed and enjoyed it, letting their muscles rest.
jungkook whined softly, making grabby hands towards namjoon.
“you are too far away. come here.”
namjoon chuckled but obliged and sat behind the sick boy.
jungkook relaxed against namjoon, resting his head on namjoon’s chest.
namjoon once again started to caress jungkook’s tummy and jungkook sighed comfortably.
“feels good.”
namjoon kissed the junction between jungkook’s neck and shoulders and the younger one shivered and started giggling.
“tickles, namjoon.”
namjoon kissed him again and again.
jungkook was a laughing mess, giggling and smiling.
“namjoonie.”
——
namjoon was talking with his mom, her helping him prepare food for jungkook.
she was a sweet woman, loving both jungkook and namjoon.
namjoon finished the call and went to go find jungkook so they could eat but as he arrived in their living room his heart started to burst.
there he was, laying on the couch, his head mushed against his blanket and a pillow.
his feet were peeking out, his nose too.
his face was flushed and his hair was a mess.
he was clutching the blanket tightly, his little fists appearing, with his tattoos complimenting them beautifully.
namjoon took cautious steps, moving closer to the sick boy until he was right next to him.
he bent down, staring at his lover.
jungkook was truly fascinating.
he seemed though and strong because of his muscles but in reality he was the softest boy ever.
he was sweet and polite, nice and caring.
he always tried to help.
he would let stress pile on him only to make someone else’s life easier.
his weakness was the people he loved.
he was truly a sweetheart.
namjoon considered himself lucky to be able to call jungkook his.
he loved him oh so much.
he was very grateful for jungkook and tried to treat him with utmost affection and love and care.
of course there were times when things weren’t great.
they would fight, they would be too busy, life would interfere.
but whenever they felt like they were drifting apart they wouldn’t let it happen.
they would find their way back to the other’s embrace.
they would do anything to never lose the other.
at the end it all came down to their devotion and love.
it was meant to be.
——
jungkook was feeling...
...needy.
he wanted hugs and kisses and he wanted namjoon to massage his tummy again.
he just wanted namjoon.not in a naughty way.
he just wanted to hug him and hold him and feel his warmth.
now he was pouting.
he felt gross and disgusting because he was sick.
so he tried to stay away from namjoon.
he didn’t want the other to get sick as well.
but it was hard.
all he wanted to do was run into namjoon’s arms and pepper his face with kisses.
but he couldn’t.
but he wanted to.
ugh!!!
this was too tiring for his exhausted body.
he didn’t want to think and think and think.
he wanted namjoon.
namjoon on the other hand saw the boy next to him shift and move.
he saw a pout appear on his face and was ready to kiss it away but lately he realized that the sick boy was trying to keep his distance.
namjoon, of course, respected his personal space but he was touch deprived.
the sick boy would move away or do anything to not let namjoon get close to him.
right now there were pillows between them, keeping namjoon from holding his darling.
he was getting frustrated and unconsciously huffed loudly.
this caught jungkook’s attention and he could see his lover’s somewhat annoying expression.
the only thing he wanted to do was move closer and kiss his irritation away.
but no.
he had to be a selfless boy.
what a shame.
two idiots in a room, thinking the same thing but being some brain cells short to understand the situation.
what a shame.
——
it was the fourth day that jungkook was sick and the second day that he didn’t let namjoon near him.
his fever went down a little but his coughing came back.
his throat was dry and scratchy.
his voice was very rough and it hurt to speak.
every time he tried to call for namjoon his voice would fail him and he would be too quiet.
namjoon of course couldn’t hear him and therefore couldn’t come help jungkook.
jungkook was getting sad.
actually sad.
he didn’t know why he didn’t let namjoon near him to begin with but now he missed him too much but namjoon didn’t know because jungkook couldn’t speak properly.
he honestly felt like crying.
——
namjoon was finally back from the grocery store.
he was ready to baby jungkook but remembered that the boy was still keeping his distance.
it was slowly making him sad but he knew that jungkook couldn’t talk so he didn’t confront him.
he took of his shoes and went to the kitchen to put all the ingredients away.
after he was done he went to search for jungkook to see how he was doing and he found said boy in their bedroom.
he was wearing namjoon’s clothes (that were too big on him despite his muscles) and it looked like he kicked all the blankets away while sleeping.
namjoon was ready to leave again and prepare their food but he heard soft whimpering so he turned back around.
he saw jungkook’s face constrict and his brows furrow and as he moved closer the whimpers and whines got louder.
jungkook started to turn and toss around.
namjoon got worried, realizing the boy was having another fever dream.
he was having them a lot lately but refused to wake up namjoon but the older boy always woke up nonetheless.
he would calm jungkook down and it always worked and soon they would be asleep again.
this time namjoon tried to talk to jungkook, not touching him but still staying closer.
the sick boy slowly seemed to wake up but as soon as he was awake tears filled his eyes.
namjoon panicked and didn’t know what to do so instead he asked jungkook if he was alright.
“namjoon.”
his voice sounded broken and raw.
it was very quiet and namjoon realized that he hasn’t heard jungkook say his name the last two days.
“do you need something? should i bring you some water? tea?”
“joonie.”
the first tear slipped and the sick boy started to cry wholeheartedly.
he was trying not to sob as to not hurt his throat but it didn’t matter.
everything hurt.
from his body to his heart.
“joonie.”
namjoon couldn’t hold it back anymore and went to jungkook and picked him up and hugged him.
jungkook clung onto him, fisting his shirt and started crying even more.
namjoon was trying to calm him down by brushing through his hair or whispering soft words.
jungkook seemed to break even more with each word and touch, letting it all out.
“my jungkookie. what’s wrong?”
“namjoon.”
he didn’t say anything else besides his name, repeating it.
“darling.”
after some time jungkook calmed down, his tears stopping and his hold weakening.
when namjoon tried to pull him away jungkook started to panic and didn’t let namjoon let him down.
“no, no. don’t go.”
namjoon smiled softly, a bit sadness mixed with it.
“i’m not going anywhere.”
“don’t go.”
they stayed like that for a bit longer until namjoon slowly laid jungkook back down on their bed.
“better now?”
jungkook looked at namjoon, finally being able to actually look at him.
he felt like it had been years since he last just looked at namjoon.
“no.”
“no? does something hurt?”
namjoon was getting worried, not wanting jungkook to be in pain.
“hurts. namjoon, my heart hurts.”
namjoon was stunned for a couple of seconds but after he understood jungkook a big smile appeared on his face.
“mine too. mine too, jungkook. come here.”
they finally (FINALLY) held each other, breathing in the other’s smell and feeling their body.
it felt great. they didn’t want to leave, trying to drown in each other.
it felt so soft and so like home.
they felt as if they finally came back home.
“missed you, namjoon.”
“missed you too.”
——
it was looking better.
jungkook’s fever went down, his coughing stopped.
he just felt a bit tired but that could be fixed with a lot of sleep.
now, jungkook and namjoon didn’t let the other be.
they were always hugging or touching.
they would be caressing and holding.
always something.
every moment was special, so they had to cherish all of them.
they had to hold their world close.
it was looking better.
jungkook was almost healthy again and they were happy together.
until...
until namjoon sneezed and jungkook bursted out laughing.
looks like this journey won’t end here as namjoon falls sick himself and jungkook has to baby him for a whole week.
jungkook literally did treat him like a baby.
he would carry him around and spoon feed him and wash him.
and namjoon loved it.
all of it.
he would be extra whiney so jungkook would be even more clingy.
they were sick but they were happy together.
they always will be.
because at the end...
...they had each other.