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it's 11pm when jeongguk wakes to your ringtone. honestly, he can barely even open his eyes at the moment, but somehow he manages to unlock his phone to accept your call.
"hey, are you okay?" you ask. your voice is filled with so much concern, and under any other circumstances he would be greatful that you called, but right now he just wants to go the hell back to sleep. he takes a few seconds to reach across the bunk for his water bottle to rinse the sleep out of his mouth. you must take the silence as a 'no, i'm not okay', because you hurry on, "jeongguk, really, are you okay?"
"yeah, 'm fine," he mumbles, and god damn it, no, he's not okay. "m' throat hurts though."
"awh, i'm sorry, angel," you coo at him. it should be annoying, especially because he just wants to sleep again, but hearing your voice is always comforting no matter how hard he tries to be annoyed. "did i wake you up?"
jungkook clears his throat--tries to, but it's a little swollen for some reason so nothing really happens--and sniffs a bit. "yeah. yeah, you did."
you click your tongue, and he can almost feel the pout on your face. he burrows his head into the pillow a bit, shifting his phone a little higher up on his ear, and sighs. he wishes you were here, not just because his fever hasn't broke for nearly 6 hours and he needs emotional support, but also because you always know how to make him feel better no matter what. he considers voicing this out loud just to make you embarrassed, but you start talking before he can.
"do you want me to hang up? you should really get back to sleep so that you'll heal faster. i have to get up for classes soon anyway, it's really no big deal--"
"no, stay on th' line." it hurts like hell to talk, now that jeongguk is more awake and has fully registered the pain. this can't just be the flu, that never hurts this bad.
"wow, you sound like crap." you sigh. your end of the line is silent for a moment, then, "sorry for pointing it out."
he swallows down another gulp of water, just to try and get the yucky swollen feeling out of his throat. "i feel like crap though, so it's okay." he closes his eyes and shifts to lay on his back now in hopes that it will relieve the pressure in his throat. it doesn't do a thing. "i feel like i can't even talk, my throat is all swollen."
"oh, my poor boy," you coo some more. this manages to coax a tiny smile out of him that he wishes you could see. "i wish i could make you better."
"c'mere, then," jeongguk mumbles, imagining you running your hands through his sweaty hair and cold fingertips over his cheeks. it makes him flush for a reason not from the fever. thank god it hurts so much to talk, or else he might say something really embarrassing and romantic that'll probably make you cry.
"i'm already on my way," you joke softly, and he hears the sounds of you rising out of bed. it's morning there, he knows, and although he wants you to go to your classes, he really does wish you could fly around the world to take care of him.