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Yoongi is pretty sure he knows exactly 2 things.
The first, is that when he crawled into bed last night, he crawled into the bed in the guest room.
And second, he’s pretty sure that when he crawled into said bed, it was empty and that had kinda been the point.
It had been late, so, so, so late when he’d gotten home from work last night that the silence of everything around him had seemed utterly deafening. He had been so careful to tiptoe around the apartment once he’d returned home, carefully placing his keys in the dish by the door, carefully hanging up his jacket in the closet and carefully slipping off his shoes in exchange for slippers. Yoongi’s stomach had gurgled with a reminder he hadn’t eaten since breakfast so many hours ago but he hadn’t dared to turn on the kitchen light, let alone endeavour to make actual food for all the noise it might create. It all seemed like too much of a risk, especially when he’d peeked into the main bedroom and found both Jimin and Jungkook fast asleep. Nope he was not going to risk making any more noise then he absolutely had too.
Instead Yoongi quietly washed up in the bathroom. Quietly extracted something he hoped was his sleep clothes from the drawer, though without turning on any lights it was a bit of a gamble. He'd found a shirt and a pair of shorts, that only after he had and tiptoed his way towards the second bedroom discovered were in fact not his clothes. It hadn't really mattered though he concluded. He'd still changed with ease and then, finally - FINALLY - after what had felt like the longest day ever, quietly crawled into bed.
Alone.
And yet despite all of that very much in his memory…
Yoongi wakes up at the feeling of arms slithering their way around his waist. Their gentle squeeze slightly tightens as the body behind him snuggles closer and Yoongi feels the cold touch of a nose being buried into the nape of his neck. He both hears and feels the soft inhale and exhales, the breath tickling against the tiny hairs where it puffs across his skin. He’s still half asleep himself but he knows it’s Jungkook without even having to look at the arms wrapped around his middle. He doesn’t even need to see the tattoos that would have been the telltale sign of the younger, the tattoos that cover his hand and arm. The same glorious spread of tattoos that wind over his shoulder and across his chest and that Yoongi has spent many many an hour tracing over with his fingers and sometimes with his lips.
“Mmpphhh” Yoongi mumbles something incoherent, even to himself as Jungkook’s hold pulls him more towards the middle of the bed. Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut tighter and takes his own deep breath. He doesn’t want to wake up yet and so he doesn't. He simply lets himself drift back to sleep, secured in Jungkook’s hold.
Sometime later Yoongi wakes up once more when the bed jostles. Yoongi doesn’t open his eyes but he feels someone slip under the covers in front of him. Jungkook still has his koala grip firmly around Yoongi’s waist so it’s easy to discern who this might be.
Yoongi feels gentle fingers brush through his bangs. Then they lightly trail over his cheek and along his neck. Soft lips press to his forehead and then his nose - which automatically makes Yoongi’s face scrunch in response. Jimin giggles all warm and syrupy as he worms his way against Yoongi’s chest. He easily tucks himself under Yoongi’s chin and his fluffy hair makes Yoongi scrunch his nose once more. It’s easy to let his arms wrap around Jimin’s shoulders in response to all of that. It’s easy to fall back asleep like this with Jungkook and Jimin wrapped around him, their own breaths evening out with sleep.
The third time Yoongi wakes up he’s sweating. It’s hot. It’s too hot and this bed, he reasons, is not meant for 3 people to sleep comfortably in.
And Yoongi is not comfortable. He gently but firmly tries to push Jimin away while also trying to pry himself out of Jungkook’s hold. He can only make a distressed sound when they both cling tighter to him, resistance apparently futile because like little snakes or maybe octopi, the more he struggles the more they squeeze in return.
“Mmmstoppppp…s’hot” he finally whines over a pout, his voice gruff with sleep.
Jimin only giggles in response before finally relenting. “Our grumpy kitten is awake now… cuddle time is over Kookie” he teases, pressing a kiss to Yoongi’s neck for good measure before rolling away. “I’ll go start the coffee”. He declares easily before slipping out of the bed and heading towards the kitchen.
Yoongi immediately misses him, despite his protests for space.
Eventually Jungkook lets Yoongi roll out of his grip as well. They both kick at the blanket until it’s gone, leaving them laying on their backs staring up at the ceiling with heavy lidded, half awake gazes. Yoongi can feel himself cooling down already.
“Hyung…” Jungkook finally says after they have both done little more than lay in silence, stare at the walls and slowly wake up. Jungkook’s own voice is still thick with the sleep he’s shaking off. “Why didn’t you come to bed last night?” The younger rolls onto his side and Yoongi can’t help but hear the tiny bit of concern that’s laced in the other’s words.
He rolls over too, his body bracketed towards Jungkook. He doesn’t hesitate to reach out towards the other to push back a wayward strand of hair out of Jungkook’s eyes. “Because I came home late. I got stuck talking to clients overseas. You were both asleep when I got home and I didn’t want to risk waking either of you up.” Yoongi explains.
“I woke up anyway because you weren’t there.” Jungkook pouts.
Yoongi can’t help but smile softly at the words. “I’m sorry baby.” he adds, reaching for Jungkook’s hand and lacing their fighters together.
Jungkook’s pout only deepens.
“Do you want hyung to make you breakfast to make it up to you?”
The other moves so quickly Yoongi barely has time to process it before he’s ostensibly pounced on by Jungkook. The younger climbs over him until he’s straddled over Yoongi’s hips and leaning down to press a comically loud wet kiss to Yoongi’s forehead. “Okay!” He says with no sign of that pout as he looks down smiling.
There’s a few more kisses (which Yoongi doesn’t even try to squirm out of) before Jungkook climbs off of him and skips his way towards the kitchen calling out to Jimin to let him know ‘Yoongi hyung is going to make us breakfast!’
Yoongi can’t help but lay there dazed for a moment longer. Yoongi knows he was just played, but the truth is he would have done it regardless. He shakes his head in amusement as he drags himself up to a proper sitting position and, oh … he looks down and realises he did in fact grab someone else's shirt. It’s Jungkook's, he can tell because it black and 3 times too large. Oh well. Yoongi stands, stretches a little before finally padding his way towards the kitchen.
“Yah, you get what you get” he gruffs back when he’s welcomed into the kitchen by a barrage of requests from the younger two. There’s already a cup of coffee poured out for him waiting. Very hot with nothing added. Exactly the way he likes it.
Secretly he’s pleased that he gets to make his boyfriends breakfast and he already knows he’s going to give in and make them whatever they each want. But he had to at least pretend a little like it’s the biggest hassle in the world while he does it. That’s just his style.
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Sharing hobbies with your significant others is supposed to be an endearing gesture.
He likes when Jungkook wants to stand around in the kitchen with him and cook, testing out the different recipes they’ve found online.
He likes snuggling with Jimin on the couch and watching several episodes of the latest drama or maybe the latest trashy reality show and trying to predict the endings.
Yoongi really likes playing video games with both Jimin and Jungkook. The kind that always start off casual but then by the end of it they are having a full out tournament and screaming at each other about being horrible cheaters.
These are all things Yoongi loves, enjoys and thinks are perfectly acceptable hobbies to share with the two men he’s absolutely in love with.
What he doesn’t think should be considered acceptable, however, is Jungkook forcibly dressing a barely awake Yoongi at 6 am. He’s standing (holding onto Jungkook’s arm for support) eyes still heavy with sleep and hair mussed up with the static of only just being ripped away from the pillow. The younger pulls off the shirt Yoongi had been blissfully asleep in and tosses it to the foot of the bed before pulling a fresh tank top over Yoongi’s head to replace it. Then there’s a hoodie (which promptly gets the hood stuck on his head when it’s pulled on and Yoongi makes exactly zero effort to fix it).
The skill and ease with which Jungkook has undressed and redressed him should have been alarming. Or maybe it just shows how well practised Jungkook is, with dealing with a half asleep Yoongi.
He finally fully wakes up when Jungkook makes a move to reach for his comfy pyjama pants. Yoongi quickly bats away the younger’s hand and instead grabs the shorts from him. Yoongi mumbles something that sounds like ‘I can do that himself. Thank you very much ’.
Jungkook only laughs in response. Pecks a quick kiss to Yoongi’s lips and tells him to meet him by the front door in five minutes.
Yoongi doesn’t even know if he says actual words as he grumbles his way into the bathroom to finish changing and brush his teeth.
Yoongi thinks this is one of those hobbies that shouldn't be shared. Jogging at 6 am is not a bonding experience he needs in his life, although Jungkook seems to think differently. When Yoongi had said he wouldn't be opposed to having some work out time with the younger's help, he had been thinking maybe more pilates on a mat or maybe even just some weight training in the evenings after work.
Not 6 am jogging sessions.
When he exits the bathroom, he glares at Jimin who is blissfully still asleep under the covers; jealousy courses through Yoongi. Jimin never gets dragged into 6 am jogging sessions. Jimin gets to sleep all bundled up and cute in the too many blankets they’ve somehow ended up with on the bed last night and Yoongi is still very very jealous.
The feeling quickly dissipates however. So so so quickly when he is greeted by a very wide awake Jungkook stretching by the door and offering the sweetest smile without even trying. Yoongi’s chest feels all warm and fuzzy just at the sight of the other, and he swears it’s unfair how Jungkook can convince Yoongi to do just about anything, simply by asking and looking so damn sweet while doing it.
He supposes it’s not really that horrible. It’s just the waking up part that is the hardest. But once he’s awake and his jealousy is gone - he is reminded he gets to spend a little extra alone time with Jungkook, even if it is puffing for air behind him while they run.
“Hyung, let's do the lap that cuts through the park and then back down into the street where the coffee shop is. We can walk back from there.”
And Yoongi’s chest squeezes a little more.
That’s not just an early morning jog plan that's a ‘let's run to the coffee shop and walk back with coffee’ plan and Yoongi knows Jungkook had amended their run for him (because he’s a little extra tired today). He feels his chest squeeze with far too much emotion then should be allowed this early in the morning; but how could it not? For this sweet sweet man in front of him, despite dragging him against his will to exercise makes it a point to end up at a coffee shop. A point to make sure they can pick up coffee and then walk (not run) home, because he knows Yoongi isn’t the most excited about jogging this morning (probably more excited about the coffee now to be honest) but still wants to spend this time with Jungkook regardless - so he amends his usual workout routine to appease them both.
“Yeah okay we can do that” Yoongi says with a nod, casually, as if his heart was ready to explode with the stupid amount of love he has for the other.
The younger smiles once more, reaching out to tug at the strings on Yoongi’s hoodie. The same hoodie of which the hood is indeed still on and has not been removed since Jungkook had pulled it over his head this morning. “Cute.”
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They ordered Jimin an orange ginseng iced tea because he’d been on a real iced tea kick lately; that and because neither of them is sure how long Jimin is planning to sleep in today and iced tea will definitely keep better in the fridge than something with whipped cream (mostly because Jungkook will want to eat it) or a coffee (because Yoongi will definitely drink it).
Jungkook says his workout is only starting when they get back to the apartment, wandering off to find a mat and some weights, while Yoongi b-lines for the shower. He himself is done with the whole working out portion of the day, thank you very much. Not that he doesn’t appreciate it of course. Honestly, Yoongi thinks if Jungkook or Jimin weren’t a part of his daily life he might have - most definitely - 100% - would have slowly turned into some kind of gremlin who shuffled between work and home and never saw the sun if he didn’t have too. He thinks, more often than he would ever admit, that meeting Jimin and Jungkook had most certainly changed his life for the better.
“You… Min Yoongi… started jogging?”
He can still hear Namjoon’s amused disbelief when he had to confess one day at work why he was in so much pain.
“You’re so whipped.”
Yoongi only rolls his eyes to himself as he strips out of his sweaty clothes and into the shower. Like Namjoon isn’t falling all over himself anytime Hoseok even so much as breathes in his general direction.
Once the shower turns on, Yoongi firmly plants himself under the showerhead; thankful to his past self for insisting on upgrading the one that was already there when they moved in. This one is wide, rainfall style but also adjustable so he can have little bullets of water slam into his sore muscles and cure his suffering from being made to exercise at ass o’clock in the morning. Yoongi sighs, closes his eyes and presses his head into the cool shower tile, content to let the water pellets lull him into some form of relaxation.
This is nice.
This is worth getting up early for.
This is…
“Hyung!…”
Yoongi jumps, flinches and nearly slips (and dies) all at the same time when Jungkook pulls the shower curtain aside and sticks his head in looking for him. Fuck Yoongi is pretty sure he just lost a year of his life with how hard his heart is hammering in his chest.
“What!” he growls back, only because he’s trying to play it off like Jungkook didn’t just scare the shit out of him.
Unfortunately Jungkook looks far too amused for Yoongi to believe he was successful. “Do you know where my wraps are?”
“Uhh…” Yoongi tries to wrack his brain, tries to remember where he’d last seen the younger’s boxing gear. Yoongi doesn’t know why, but he also can’t help but let his hands casually fall to cover up himself. Maybe because regardless of how many times his darling boyfriend has seen him naked before there is still just something utterly vulnerable about standing in the shower completely nude, while having a conversation with someone who … well, isn’t. “Didn’t you wash them the other day? Try the dryer.”
“Oh right! Thanks Hyung!” Jungkook goes to leave, drops the shower curtain long enough for Yoongi to exhale a breath and drops his hands before the curtain is pulled back and once more Jungkook is sticking his head in. He gives Yoongi an appreciative once over. “Cute” he says with a scrunched up grin and quickly running away before Yoongi can coordinate enough to flick some water into his face.
Yoongi would like to say he proactively proceeded with his shower after that, so as not to waste too much water, but Yoongi would have been a bold-faced liar. So sue him if he liked to linger and returned back to his previous location directly under the shower head, eyes closed and forehead pressed to tiles. Maybe one day, when he had a few extra digits on his paycheck he could renovate their bathroom to include one of those large jacuzzi tubs. Or maybe just move them all into something a heck of a lot nicer than their current apartment.
‘That would be nice,' Yoongi muses. He lets his thoughts travel to what could be and the ever present desire to give Jimin and Jungkook everything they could ever want.
This time Yoongi hears the click of the bathroom door being opened and shut. There is no jump scare with an aggressive shower curtain pull but instead a rather slow and laborious effort being made to even climb into the shower after they’ve lazily shed all their clothes. Maybe Yoongi should be annoyed by his ever failing efforts to have a shower all to himself without interruptions, but it’s hard too when Jimin is immediately wrapping his arms around Yoongi’s waist the moment he joins him. He has his eyes closed and a cheek squished into Yoongi’s chest and for all intents and purposes, Yoongi easily believes the other man is very much still asleep.
Yoongi snorts. “This is not a very effective shower position for either of us.”
“Don’t care” Jimin murmurs, pouty lips still pressing into Yoongi’s wet skin.
Yoongi huffs but he’s hardly affronted at the ordeal as he reaches for the bottle of shampoo and squeezes some into his hands. “We got you an iced tea on our run this morning” he adds simply as he gently lathers the soap into Jimin's hair.
“Mmmmreally?!”
“Uh-huh, Kookie picked it out. Orange ginseng.”
“Mmm nice, he always picks the best teas”
“Yeah he does… close your eyes tight, gonna rinse now.” Yoongi adds as he walks them both back under the shower head.
Honestly, Yoongi doesn’t know the last time he actually has had the shower to himself. Like fully to himself without anyone, at the very least walking into the bathroom while he’s there or at most with two more bodies squeezing in fighting to get under the shower head before all the hot water is gone.
That’s fine though, he thinks as he combs finger through Jimin’s soapy hair. He likes it better this way.
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Yoongi sits on the couch, pillow in his lap and fluffy blanket around his shoulders as watches both Jimin and Jungkook proceed with what is possibly their 100th round of rock paper scissors. They’ve been trying to pick a movie for the better part of the evening, both in the mood for something completely different.
“We just watched that creepy horror movie last week! I want to watch something that isn’t going to make me second guess what’s living in our closet all night long.”
“Yeah but we also just watched that musical and I cannot do another one, please” Jungkook whines, sparing a glance over to Yoongi like he might weigh in (and preferably in his favour).
“Hyung, can you please tell Jungkook that Dirty Dancing is NOT a musical!”
“It’s not” Yoongi agrees, much to Jungkook’s disappointment. “But there is a lot of dancing and music…”
“So basically a musical!”
Jimin huffs, looks far more exasperated than he should over a simple Friday night movie selection.
The thing is, this is all kinda Yoongi’s fault. Technically it’s his turn to pick the movie and he did have a specific documentary he’d been really interested in watching. It’s about human genomes and cell development, DNA and RNA and he’d been totally looking forward to watching it but … well… the thing was …
Both Jimin and Jungkook have kinda had a shitty week. The studio Jimin works at told him starting next month they were cutting his class. It wasn’t even the case that they didn’t have enough students, they just instead were cramming three days worth of students into two and somehow Jimin was just going to have to deal with it. He’d been furious all week long.
Then just two days ago Jungkook discovered some other tattoo artist at the shop he worked at had stolen one of his sketches - completely ripped it off and then proceeded to use it on an unknowing customer. It had been a waste of Jungkook's time and effort and a loss of money, now that he was unable to use his own work on waiting (and paying) client.
So, Yoongi thinks making them suffer through a science documentary seemed like a particularly cruel way to end their already horrible week.
‘ Honestly I don’t have a pick this week, whatever you guys want to watch I’m fine ’ Yoongi had said as he scrolled through the menu of the chicken place they were ordering from on his phone.
That had turned into a volley back and forth of titles as they all washed up and changed into something more comfortable for the rest of the night. Then that had turned into a rock, paper, scissors competition once their food had arrived - but had promptly stalled out at a tie when they’d all become too invested in getting the warm chicken into their stomachs.
Yoongi had also momentarily distracted them from the movie debate when he had mentioned that Seokjin had said at lunch that he was thinking about planning a surprise party for Taehyung this year and would probably need the help of Jungkook and Jimin. Both of them agreed on an easy resounding ‘yes, of course’ to report back to Seokjin next week.
However, that had been where their agreements had ended and as soon as dinner was done and cleaned up a fresh round of movie debates was on.
“The Mummy is definitely a thriller”
“It’s a comedy!”
“Labyrinth?”
“There is an entire musical section in there, don’t think I don’t know you’re trying to sneak in a musical Jimin-ssi”
“Jurassic Park…”
“No way, you just stopped quoting it we’re not going back there again”
Yoongi can’t help but snort in amusement as he watches the bickering. They aren’t going to make it to a movie tonight. There is no way and maybe that was the point. The debating between movies starts to get a little unhinged and Yoongi’s sides are hurting from laughing so much. Somewhere in the mix a few bottles of soju make their appearance and it’s not long after that it somehow all turns into a new game where everyone is trying to bullshit their way through a movie synopsis they may or may not entirely remember.
“No… I’m telling you it’s a thriller… because… first of all Rex Manning… was definitely in cahoots with ‘the man’ and all that money that Lucas gambles away at the start… surely that’s just a cover for laundering ….”
“Oh please! If Empire Records is a thriller then… Galaxy Quest is a … Rom-com!” Jimin huffs.
“It is!” Both Yoongi and Jungkook yell back in unison causing all three of them to burst into laughter. The weight of whatever has been weighing everyone down all week easily melting away.
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It starts as just a scratch at the back of his throat. Yoongi doesn’t really think much of it, he’d belted back two iced americano pretty quickly and in rapid succession of one another this morning so he’s sure it’s just his body’s way of rebelling. His day had started much too early and he’s preparing for it to go on for far too long; several meetings get scheduled after 6pm.
[MYG]
Have to work late again. Let me know when
you both are ready for dinner
Hyung will order and pay
Yoongi hates working late, or maybe more aptly put he hates working late when he wasn’t already planning to. He always feels bad and maybe… the offer to pay for dinner on those nights is his way of feeling a little less guilty.
By noon however, Yoongi is slouching at his desk. He feels warm and tired and when he swallows it feels like he’s grating chunks of glass in his throat. He can’t believe he misses the earlier feeling of the gentle scratch at the back of his throat.
“Hyung…Yoongi-Hyung!”
He physically startles when he feels someone touch his shoulder. Finally, hears his name being called and slowly turns his fuzzy gaze towards the person. “Oh, Namjoonah, sorry, I didn’t hear you.”
“Hyung, I mean this in the nicest way but … you look like shit.”
Yoongi grimaces. “Yeah, I … uh… I think I might be coming down with something” he confesses, washing a hand over his face, feeling the warmth that’s radiating off his forehead and cheek against his own clammy palm.
“You better go home Hyung”
“But I…”
“I’m already ordering a car for you. Get your things. Don’t worry I can handle the meetings tonight.”
Yoongi frowns. He doesn’t like it. He doesn’t want to go and leave Namjoon to pick up his slack. He’s sure he can manage to make it a few more hours. Maybe if he orders some soup and gets one of those super cold-fix herbal teas … yeah that might help. He could at the very least down some kind of red bull ginseng cocktail and be totally fine and..
“If you don’t start packing up, I’m going to call Jimin.”
Yoongi looks positively offended as he glances back at Namjoon. Eyes narrowed, though he’s not sure how menacing he actually looks, because Namjoon only snorts. “Tattle tale” Yoongi hisses for good measure as he stands and starts to collect his things.
It’s good he goes home. By the time he’s walking through the front door he feels absolutely wretched. Yoongi leaves a trail of shedded belongings - shoes, jacket, wallet, keys and clothes all make a trail to the bedroom. He should shower first but everything hurts and he’s so damn tired. He just manages to pull on a sweater and some jogging pants, because even though he feels like he’s on fire he thinks he might be able to sweat out the worst of this cold before it gets too bad.
And then …
He’s out.
Completely passed out to the world around him, face planted into the comforts of the pillows on the bed but not quite able to make it under the covers completely (or at all).
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That’s how Jimin finds Yoongi. Following a trail of discarded items to a body not quite managing to make it under the covers.
‘ Interesting ’ Jimin thinks to himself because he was pretty sure he’d just read a text from said boyfriend that said he was going to be home late tonight. Jimin’s phone had been locked away during his rehearsals, they were only a few weeks away from opening night and it had been a ‘no distractions’ kind of day with their dance director having a little bit of a freakout at a request by the company to prepare an preview for some of the big donors. So by the time he was walking home after rehearsal and turning on his phone, he was being bombarded with every notification he’d missed throughout the day.
He plucks his phone from his back pocket for good measure and scrolls the group chat - yup right there. He sees Yoongi's message about being home late.
And yet here he was. Passed out in bed.
Jimin scrolls his phone once more. Ah… there it is:
[KNJ]
Hi Jiminie!
Sent Yoongi-Hyung home early.
Probably has the plague or something.
Please force him to stay home till he’s better.
Carefully Jimin sits on the edge of the bed, he can see the flush to Yoongi’s cheeks already, feels the heat radiating off of his skin as he hovers a hand closer to his forehead.
“Oh baby, you have a pretty high fever huh” He adds, finally pressing the back of his hand to Yoongi’s forehead and cheeks.
The other rumbles out something incoherent and congested. His eyes don’t even open as he buries himself deeper into the pillow.
[PJM]
Hey Bun - change of plans
Can you pick up some chicken on your way home
I’m gonna make dakjuk
[JJK]
👍
Jimin runs his fingers through Yoongi’s hair once more. “I can’t make chicken stew as good as you, but I’m pretty good at juk.”
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Jimin hears the door chime from the kitchen where he’s been carefully cutting up some celery and carrots for the juk. “Hey bun, i’m in the kitchen” he calls out hearing the shuffle by the front and eventually, Jungkook appears in the kitchen. A bag of chicken in hand.
But he looks absolutely horrible.
Paler than usual. Exhaustion practically dripped off every inch of his frame. There is a rosy hue to his cheeks and… oh no.
“Oh bun, no, are you sick too?!” Jimin is quickly abandoning his vegetables, wiping his hands on his apron in order to press the back of his hand to Jugkooks forehead. “Oh baby, why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well.”
“Mmm ‘was ‘kay this morning…” Jungkook pouts around his words and holds up the chicken he’d been tasked to get. “You’re making juk?”
Jimin thinks Jungkook asks so sweetly and innocently that he might explode from the sheer amount of softness that fills him up. “Yeah baby, Yoongi-hyung is sick too. He came home early. You both must have caught the same bug.”
Jungkook whines and Jimin coos at him. Relieves him of the chicken and tells him to go take a shower and get in bed with Yoongi. He’d check on them both when the dakjuk was ready.
The shower turns and Jimin goes back to preparing his ingredients. Double checks he’s making enough rice and pauses long enough to text his Eomma. He doesn’t know why, maybe because he’s panicking a little bit at being the sole survivor. She asks him if he wants her to come over and help but he thinks that’s just silly, she lives over an hour away. Instead they face time while he prepares the juk and she tells him he’s doing a good job.
“ Make lots, it will keep ” she also tells him and he nods, doubling up on everything.
His Eomma also makes sure to scold him for good measure. Says all three of them work too hard and need to take more time just taking care of themselves. “Yes Eomma” he responds fondly, now that they’ve finished everything and all that’s left is to let it cook. They talk quietly for a little while longer catching up on things and Jimin promising they were all going to come visit soon.
He hangs up and takes her advice to take his own shower and get dressed in his comfest pyjamas. Pausing only to look over the two sleeping in bed. He should leave them, feels bad about waking them up knowing they probably are about to both feel a whole lot worse than when they went to sleep but they need to eat.
“Hyung” he carefully sits on one edge of the bed. He combs his fingers through Yoongi’s messy fringe, pushing the hair behind his ears. He runs a hand over the older’s shoulder and over his back. “Hyungie …. Come on, wake up. Dinner time.”
Yoongi grumbles and puts up a small fight but eventually he gets up. He takes a moment for himself to just sit on the bed and probably question every decision he’s ever made but Jimin reminds him there is dinner and if he can manage to migrate to the couch, there are blankets and pillows waiting and he’ll do all the rest.
“No I can help” Yoongi garbles out. A throat that feels too raw and sore already.
“Don’t you dare hyung! I just need you to find your way to the couch. If you go anywhere near the kitchen … I’ll ….uh … never kiss you again!”
Yoongi huffs, but nods agreeing to the terms and conditions Jimin has set out for him.
It’s a little harder to rouse Jungkook from sleep, in fact Jimin only sort of gets him awake but then decides he needs to get Yoongi something in his tummy since he’s been waiting for a bit. “Come on Kookie, up please” he says with one last bit of effort before he goes back out to the main rooms.
Yoongi is bundled under the covers on the couch, a round squishy kumori pillow held to his chest for added comfort. Jimin can’t help but coo at him. “Doing okay?” he asks, only to get a glassy eyed Yoongi turning back to him and nodding slightly.
All and all, Jimin manages. He gets the first dish served before wandering back to the bedroom and pulling Jungkook out to join them. He looks a little worse than when he first went to lie down, but the juk does seem to help them both. The youngest eventually goes back to bed, too tired to do much else but Yoongi doesn’t want to leave Jimin to clean up alone. He stubbornly insists on at least carrying the dishes back to the kitchen before Jimin marches him back to bed.
There may have been a bum pat for good measure (risked only because of Yoongi’s slowed reaction time).
“I got this,” Jimin says watching Yoongi climb back into bed. “Let me take care of you both.”
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This cold, Yoongi begrudgingly admits kicks his ass for the better part of three days. By the fourth, however, Yoongi wakes up and doesn’t feel like his head is stuffed full of cotton anymore. His throat doesn't burn every time he swallows and he can actually breathe out of his nose.
“ Ugh finally ” he mutters to himself, pushing himself up just enough to have the blankets he’d been huddled up in, pool in his lap. He turns his head, eyes still blurry with sleep and takes in the sleeping form next to him. Automatically he reaches over to run a hand over Jungkook’s shoulder and back before pressing a hand to his temple and cheek. Still a little warm, but Yoongi would bet he was on his way to feeling much better as well.
Yoongi sits for a moment longer. Wakes up a little more before finally getting up properly. He’s sure Jimin will probably be up soon too - he’d been almost militant with his schedule of feeding, hydrating and medicating both him and Jungkook. The thought makes Yoongi smile to himself as he pads into the kitchen. He’s up early - so he’s gonna make the coffee and maybe he’s gonna start making something for breakfast. He’ll make Jimin go sit on the couch this time, let him take a much deserved rest.
Both Jungkook and Yoongi have missed having Jimin with them in bed. Sure, they've been more or less out of commission the last few days but that hadn’t meant they didn’t miss their boyfriend cuddling with them. Reasonably, Jimin had separated himself into the second bedroom while Jungkook and Yoongi fought off their respective plagues. But he might as well have been half way across the world with how much they had both missed him.
The coffee pot is turned on and Yoongi is a little surprised to still find himself solo in the kitchen. He hadn’t been trying to make noise but he did accidentally drop a spoon into the sink that might as well have been the equivalent to a carrier jet taking off in the otherwise silent kitchen.
But… no one. Not a single head poking out of either room.
“Jiminie?” Yoongi says a little louder than a whisper as he creeps into the room and only sees the top of the younger's head sticking out from under the covers. “Baby? You awake? You want some tea?”
Jimin gorans. “Hyung…”
“Oh baby” Yoongi frowns, moves further into the room and pulls the covers back a little. It’s not a surprise really, but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel painfully guilty (as if he could have possibly controlled the virus running through their little family). “Okay, you stay here and rest. I’m gonna make you some tea and then make some chicken stew for all of us.”
“Noooo but you’re sick”
“No baby, I’m okay. Just rest okay.” Yoongi soothes.
Yoongi makes tea and coffee and juice and at some point Jungkook makes his way out of the bedroom. The youngest promptly washes up, strips the sheets off their bed and re-makes it before he slips into the second room and more or less carries Jimin into their bed.
“Kook… Bun…” Yoongi stops him mid trek across the apartment. “You want the stew or, you want french toast?”
“Really!?” the younger lights up a little at the prospect at finally having something other than their sick meal “But… I thought you were making stew?”
“I’ll make both.” Yoongi nods.
“I’ll help!” Jungkook also nods.
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Every now and then… It goes like this.
Yoongi will be sitting on the couch or maybe at the kitchen island drinking a cup of coffee and someone will walk in wearing a shirt that looks oddly familiar. He’ll narrow his eyes and scrutinise the garment and try to remember if said shirt is his… or was one he’d just so happened to like wearing that it sort of became his, by osmosis and was now back to its rightful owner.
Today it’s Jimin, wearing a large black hoodie so he already knows it doesn’t belong to the younger. Jimin does not go out of his way to purchase oversized black clothing, he just steals it like the clothing kleptomaniac he is.
“That’s mine” Jungkook says easily when he joins everyone in the kitchen a moment later, pouring a glass of orange juice for himself.
Jimin looks down at the hoodie and then back at Jungkook with an indifferent shrug. “Thanks babe” he says with a mischievous smile before pressing a kiss to Jungkook's cheek and heading towards the front door.
Yoongi snickers and watches as Jungkook makes a face.
“It’s brand new! I only wore it like once” the younger man huffs around his drink as if he’s been mortally wounded.
Yoongi only raises an eyebrow. He gets up and fishes out a travel mug from the cupboard, pouring a fresh cup of coffee for his trip to work.
“What…” Jungkook admonishes as he watches Yoongi carefully move around the kitchen.
“Nothing, nothing… I just like your shirt” Yoongi says innocently before leaning in to give the man a quick peck on the lips. “I’m pretty sure it’s mine.”
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Yoongi slots in the last of his records on his bookshelf and takes a step back. He’s finally done unpacking. Finally after an entire day of opening boxes and assembling furniture and arranging and rearranging - he’s done. Moved in and well…. moved on maybe.
He tries not to frown or overthink. He tries not to be anything but proud of himself for moving, for following through with his plan to chase after a dream job in the city even when had a severe lack of support. Maybe a slightly messy break up had helped - no better reason to vacate then the actual need to get the fuck away from someone, but that had been more like fuel added to an already burning fire and Yoongi had only needed one more tiny push to go.
The apartment is small, but he’s only one person and everything he did own had conveniently fit in the trunk and back seat of his car. He’d ordered Ikea furniture to be delivered the same time he’d arrived and his mother had ordered a fridge full of groceries - maybe they weren’t the best of showing their affections outwardly to one another but Yoongi had felt her love in every item he unpacked.
It had taken the entire weekend but Yoongi had finally finished. Bedroom, living room, bathroom and kitchen - a little sparse perhaps but all his and all ready to start whatever this new part of his life was.
His package from his new job arrived a few days later with a card from his team lead, a man named Kim Seokjin and Yoongi’s stomach had squeezed with nerves and excitement.
That first six months of work had been a huge adjustment, so much more fast paced then he had been prepared for but surrounded by some of the best coworkers he could have ever asked of. Kim Seokjin and Kim Namjoon had made every 8+ hour shift he’d been slogged with so much more bearable. They had become the friends he had needed in a big city on his own.
By the end of the year Yoongi had mastered his routine. He woke up early, took one bus and then one train to get to his office; had just enough time to pick up a coffee (or two) and find his way to his desk. Sometimes they’d all go out for drinks or dinner, depending how late the day went, but most times Yoongi just went back home, made himself some dinner, watched a movie or read a little before going to bed and starting the process all over again the next day. He had a good routine!
“What about Seon-Mi … from the legal department …”
“Namjoonah, why are you trying to set me up with every single person in this office?!”
“I’m not! I just…”
“If you say you worry about me one more time, I’m going to quit right now and you'll never see me again!”
Yoongi had got it though, he could understand why Namjoon had been concerned. Somewhere along the way over the last year or, damn two now, their trio had expanded with the addition of first, Taehyung who was dating Seokjin and then Hoseok who Namjoon had first introduced as a friend and then proceeded to fall more and more head over heels for every passing day.
It was endearing really.
“ Okay… fine but please tell me you’re not cancelling tonight because you feel like a third wheel or something?”
“Technically I’m a fifth wheel and no, Namjoonah, I promise I’m just … tired, today. I kinda want to just go home and relax.”
It had been a long day with a lot of requests being passed down from execs in offices much higher up who didn’t care that Kim Seokjin’s department was already slammed with too much work. So, yeah, Yoongi just wanted to go home and relax.
He treats himself to an uber (instead of the bus and the train) and dreams about making something yummy for dinner and maybe a glass of whisky. Or maybe he’ll really indulge and order from the skewer place so he doesn’t even have to cook and…oh.
When he gets home the hallway is full of moving boxes and the unit next door is blasting music. He grimaces knowing he’s already going to be able to hear it all evening. this was maybe already putting a wrench in his "plans to relax".
"It'll be fine" he tells himself as he navigates through the stacked boxes and towards his font door.
And it’s fine. For the first few hours anyway.
But Yoongi really needs the music to lower … just a bit… maybe… he could just…
Yoongi tentatively knocks on the door and then a little harder when it’s clear no one had heard him.
The music quickly stops and he can hear some kind of shuffle before finally the door is opened.
“Hi!”
“Uhh hi” Yoongi says back, a little thrown off by the chipper-ness of the stranger. There is a pause and then, oh right, Yoongi remembers why he’s here. “Umm I live next door and ….”
“Oh! Hi! Hold on… Kookie! It’s our new neighbour! Come say hi!”
Another head pops into the door frame and Yoongi is equally as taken aback. “Umm hi!” the second, (Kookie?) says, cheeks burning red with the same shyness Yoongi thinks he knows so painfully well.
“Oh um Hi. Right I uh, just wanted to…” Yoongi can’t help but let his gaze wander past the two to the mess of unassembled furniture behind them. He sees one screwdriver and what looks like a handful of allen wrenches spilled all over the floor. He forgets completely the reason he knocked in the first place.
“Are you using just one screwdriver to put everything together?” Yoongi nearly tisks. “Hold on, I have an electric drill you can borrow, it will be much faster, that’s going to take you all night… let me go get it…”
Jimin and Jungkook look at each other for a moment before watching their new neighbour run back to his unit.
“Cute” Jungkook huffs before going back to the bookshelf he was in the middle of assembling.
Jimin waits by the door, a wide smile as he gestures the other inside once he returns with his gear.
“I’m Jimin by the way and that’s Jungkook…”
“Oh, right, hello…” Yoongi feels his cheeks burning already “I’m Yoongi”.
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