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sope-lover-namjin · 3 years

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it isn’t particularly unusual for yoongi to be out late, the insomniac that he is, so seokjin isn’t very concerned when he stirs awake just after two in the morning to the sound of someone flinging open their front door. mildly irritated, sure, but not concerned. he’s slightly more irritated when he hears the sound of his roommate giggling as he stumbles clumsily down the hall and enters seokjin’s bedroom, flicking on the light before flopping into bed next to him (but he’s still not concerned).

“yoongi,” he starts, only to be interrupted when yoongi giggles again and gets up.

he makes his way back over to the door and flicks the switch, plunging them into darkness. which, okay, no problem, except for the crash seokjin hears immediately afterwards, followed by a muffled ouch. and this is when seokjin starts to feel concerned. he gets up and moves gracefully across the room to turn the light on, revealing yoongi, on the floor and looking a little dazed, but perfectly unharmed.

“sorry,” the younger boy says, not looking very sorry at all.

seokjin shakes his head, “you’re a mess,” he huffs, irritation setting back in. he should be sleeping. he has things to get done in the morning.

yoongi giggles, then jolts sharply with a hiccup. his mouth twists in discomfort for a moment before he dissolves into laughter once more.

“hyuuung,” he whines when his amusement has faded, making grabby hands for seokjin from his spot on the floor.

seokjin sighs, shaking his head again, but bends down and helps yoongi to his feet, “c’mon, yoongichi,” he murmurs, “time for bed. you’re not gonna be very happy with yourself in the morning.”

yoongi doesn’t seem to be listening, he just sways forward to rest against seokjin’s chest, humming contentedly. “hyung’s warm,” he mumbles, knocking his forehead on seokjin’s collarbone for emphasis.

it takes a significant amount of self-control for seokjin to not melt on the spot. instead, he puffs out a breath and takes a step back, “it’s time for bed,” he repeats, taking yoongi’s wrist and leading him toward the door.

seokjin pauses when yoongi pulls against him, “don’t wanna,” he pouts and good god, seokjin is weak for that pout.

“yoongi,” seokjin opens and closes his mouth, “you need to sleep. i’ll get you some water. you should have some water before you sleep,” he decides, tugging more insistently on the boy’s wrist.

”noooo,” yoongi whines, ”wanna stay with you, hyung.”

seokjin turns around and immediately realizes he’s made a fatal mistake. yoongi is looking up at him with a pair of the most intense puppy dog eyes he’s seen in his life (and he knows park jimin so that’s saying a lot).

closing his eyes, seokjin admits defeat, “okay,” he agrees, turning them to face his bed and corralling yoongi toward it.

they get about two steps away before yoongi stops again and says, “no, hyung. wait, i gotta,” he pauses and shakes seokjin off, pulling uselessly at the bottom hem of his crop top.

“what’s wrong?” seokjin asks, moving so he can see yoongi’s distraught expression.

yoongi stills and looks up at him, eyes glistening. he mumbles something so low, seokjin can't quite make it out. seokjin’s brows furrow and he gently urges yoongi to repeat himself.

yoongi lets out a sad little huff, “i can’t tuck my shirt in.”

“you can’t,” seokjin trails off, staring at the strip of smooth skin visible between yoongi’s shirt and his pants. after a moment, he manages to drag his eyes back up to yoongi’s face and forces his brain to remember words, “you… tuck your shirt in when you sleep?” he asks.

yoongi frowns, “i don’t want my tummy to get cold,” he reveals, mildly defensive.

seokjin shakes his head, “no, it’s just-” cute, his mind supplies, “cute,” his mouth betrays him. he snaps it shut with an audible clack, teeth knocking together as he flushes all the way down to his toes. fuck, he thinks, “fuck,” he chokes, whirling around and hurrying off toward the closet.

he rifles through his things, trying to prolong the process as much as possible before selecting an oversized t-shirt and a pair of soft, grey joggers, “sorry,” he says, “they’ll be a bit big on you.”

seokjin watches dazedly as yoongi takes the clothes but makes no move to put them on and finally he blinks himself out of his stupor and lurches toward the door, “right, sorry, i’ll just be— i’ll just grab you some water and you can put those on and, um, i’ll be back,” he rushes out, voice rising in pitch as he speaks.

yoongi doesn’t seem to think much of it, though, because all he does is nod and shuffle to the bed, plopping himself down on the mattress, bouncing slightly with the force of it.

when seokjin returns, glass of water in hand, yoongi is still sitting on the bed, but now, he’s wearing seokjin’s clothes. the shirt is large enough that it’s threatening to slip off his shoulders and, although yoongi is showing less skin than before, seokjin still finds it hard to look away.

he climbs into bed next to his roommate and offers him the cup. yoongi hums appreciatively and takes a sip, then wriggles under the covers. he drapes himself over seokjin’s chest when he gets settled and makes small snuffling noises as he drifts off.

”oh god,” yoongi moans, hanging his throbbing head over the toilet bowl. his belly heaves and up comes a torrent of alcohol and stomach acid mixed with tiny chunks of clam meat. he shudders and wishes he’d forgone the soup as he gags and spits out a mouthful of something that nearly sticks in the back of his throat.

the door creaks open and seokjin steps into the room, eyeing him critically, ”i told you you’d regret it,” he says, leaning against the sink.

yoongi whines softly and another round gurgles out of him. it splashes messily into the toilet and he sucks in a breath, muscles tensing. he can feel hot liquid rising in his throat and he fights to keep it down. his stomach protests audibly and his whole body jolts with the force of a sickly hiccup. his mouth fills with coppery saliva and he swallows frantically, choking as a thicker wave spews from his lips. he squeezes his eyes shut and coughs, white-knuckling the porcelain as more and more puke spills out of him.

”geez, yoongichi,” seokjin sighs, easing himself down on the edge of the tub to pat between his shoulder blades, ”are you okay?”

yoongi gasps for air, swallowing rapidly and lifts his dizzy head to reply. his belly is still swollen and churning, it’s contents swirling and sloshing around like they’re in a washing machine, ”i—” he interrupts himself with a queasy belch and ducks his head back into the bowl.

what feels like the longest hour of his life passes before his stomach starts to settle. eventually, he flushes the toilet and sits back. a hand falls to rest on his uneasy tummy and he mumbles, “that didn’t feel good,” his voice cracks and he winces. he climbs gingerly to his feet and shuffles to the sink to rinse out his mouth.

“you didn’t have to stay,” he mumbles, unable to look seokjin in the eye.

seokjin stands and shrugs, “yeah well, couldn’t have you passing out and drowning in the toilet.”

yoongi’s cheeks burn and he grumbles softly under his breath, padding out into the living room and collapsing on the couch.

“hungry?” seokjin asks, following him out.

yoongi groans in protest and throws his arm over his eyes to block out the light and ease his headache.

seokjin just laughs and says, “miso and rice then,” before turning on his heel and striding toward the kitchen to get started. and if yoongi is asleep by the time he gets back? well, best not to wake him.

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sope-lover-namjin · 3 years

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sope-lover-namjin · 3 years

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Hi. I didn't know if you knew about a Jimin sneeze in [After School Club] BTS (방탄소년단) - Ep.191. You can kind of hear it but you can clearly see it. It's at 36:46.

I did know of this one, but oddly enough I’d never seen the full clip! The way he held his hand to his nose for a few seconds prior completely knocked me out.

I also went ahead and hid the girls faces in the best way I could. (Just due to the nature of this blog I felt it was appropriate!)

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sope-lover-namjin · 3 years

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Hii I saw that you're accepting drabble requests. I was wondering if you could write a YouTuber AU one where Namjoon decides to prank Yoongi by putting hot sauce in his food (Maybe Yoongi is really bad at handling spice) and Yoongi ends up getting sick and Namjoon feels so bad and he deletes the footage

summary; namjoon pranks yoongi and it doesn’t end well.

trigger warnings: emeto

namjoon hums, swiftly replacing the battery in his digital camera with a fully charged one in preparation for the new video he would be filming. he presses the power button and turns the lens towards himself, tactfully adjusting the viewfinder until he can see himself clearly.

he makes sure he’s centered in the frame before hitting record, quickly jumping into his enthusiastic youtuber persona. he’s not exactly acting, but he had definitely been feeling sluggish before turning the camera on, and now, he’s practically bouncing off the walls as he recites his usual introduction.

“i’m going to be doing another prank today.” he whispers, walking into the kitchen as he further explains the concept of the video. “everyone has been wanting to see me prank yoongi with this hot sauce, so i’m going to give the people what they want.”

he holds up the bottle of hot sauce, supposedly the hottest in the world. he had spent a pretty penny on the sauce in hopes of filming an eating challenge with his husband, but yoongi didn’t think he could handle it, so only namjoon had participated, which led to thousands of comments begging namjoon to get yoongi to try the sauce somehow.

“he’s in the shower right now, but he said he was going to make sandwiches for lunch afterwards so i’m going to make them and i’ll add the hot sauce to his.” namjoon says, setting the camera down on the kitchen counter before grabbing out the ingredients.

he decides to make a tuna sandwich, figuring the hot sauce would be easy to conceal inside. he grabs the bread, the mayonnaise, mustard, and the other necessary ingredients before mixing everything together.

namjoon doesn’t speak while he prepares the meal, deciding that he’ll just turn the footage into a quick time-lapse while editing. the shower had already shut off, and he still needed to add the hot sauce, finish his own sandwich, and get the camera set up at the dining table.

after hastily throwing together a sandwich for himself, he grabs the camera in his hand, steadily filming as he puts some of the hot sauce on yoongi’s sandwich. he places the top slice of bread back on and rushes to the table.

he sets the camera up, hidden behind one of his favorite potted plants. he takes a seat at the table and begins eating his own sandwich, scrolling through his phone so that he doesn’t look suspicious.

just a few moments later, yoongi steps inside the kitchen. his hair is still damp, uncombed fringe falling over his eyes, and his face is flushed bright red from the temperature of the water. he glances at the sandwiches, walking over to wrap his arms around namjoon, an appreciative gesture.

“you made lunch?” yoongi asks, sounding genuinely touched, and namjoon feels the familiar wave of guilt that washes over him whenever he pranks his poor husband. he considers ending the video early, or switching the sandwiches so that yoongi doesn’t have to suffer, but they need to upload a video today.

namjoon nods, taking another bite of his sandwich as yoongi sits down across from his, completely oblivious to the hidden camera and the hot sauce inside of his sandwich.

yoongi grabs the sandwich, and namjoon tries not to react when he notices that some of the hot sauce had dripped down and stained the crust. it’s bright red, but thankfully, yoongi doesn’t notice and ends up taking a bite.

namjoon watches carefully, waiting for some kind of reaction, some kind of outburst, but yoongi just raises a brow at namjoon, wondering why he’s watching him so intensely. namjoon locks eyes with the camera, trying to express how shocked he is that yoongi managed to take a bite so small that he didn’t get any of the hot sauce.

finally, yoongi takes another bite. he chews for a moment, but his cheerful expression drops and he rushes to set the sandwich down, reaching for the glass of water he’d been drinking earlier in the day.

“is something wrong?” namjoon asks, attempting to sound confused. yoongi swallows, trying to ignore the way his tongue burns. he doesn’t want to offend namjoon after he’d so kindly prepared lunch. maybe namjoon was just trying out a new recipe.

“just swallowed wrong.” yoongi lies, grabbing the sandwich again before taking another bite, but this time, he can taste an overwhelming mouthful of hot sauce and he registers that this is probably for a prank video.

he leans over his plate, letting his mouth fall open so that the food tumbles out, and sure enough, the tuna is bright red. his mouth is tingling and he’s beginning to drool, eyes watering as he glances up at namjoon.

“joon-ah, what did you do-” yoongi garbles, slapping his palm over his lips when he swallows and the heat burns his throat, causing him to begin an uncomfortable coughing fit. he tries another sip of his water, but that only makes the sting worse.

namjoon laughs, grabbing the camera from behind the plant to properly capture yoongi’s reaction, but he doesn’t find it funny when he notices the tears forming in yoongi’s eyes. he’s beginning to cough so harshly that it must be hurting his throat.

“honey--try some more water.” namjoon urges, starting to panic when yoongi gasps for air. yoongi shakes his head, standing up to run to the refrigerator. he grabs the gallon of milk, remembering that milk is supposed to help ease the burn.

he chugs down a few sips, ignoring the fact that namjoon is now right behind him with the camera. he understands that they have a successful youtube channel that needs consistent uploads to stay relevant, but he really wishes they could have just filmed a vlog or anything other than this.

the milk sits heavy in his stomach, and the itchiness in his throat is making it uncomfortable to swallow, so he spits over the kitchen sink a few times, still struggling to inhale.

and out of nowhere, his coughing fit becomes urgent, morphing into horrible sounding gags. chugging the milk had only made the situation worse, because now, he felt like puking.

namjoon lurches forwards, pounding yoongi on the back as he gags and drools over the sink. he turns the camera off, carelessly dropping it onto the counter as he uses both hands to comfort his husband.

“just try to get everything up.” namjoon sighs. “you’ll feel better if you do.”

yoongi retches again, squeezing his eyes shut when he feels burning hot stomach acid rushing up his throat. it splatters into the sink and onto his shaking hands which are gripping the counter.

namjoon winces, not liking the garbled sound yoongi makes when he brings up another torrent of breakfast and lunch. he reaches to turn on the sink so that everything is rinsed away before yoongi can look.

“there you go. you’re almost finished.” namjoon whispers, using his thumb to wipe away the tears streaming down yoongi’s cheeks. he isn’t sure if it’s from the heat, the force of his coughs, or the fact that namjoon had done this to him.

namjoon feels awful. he knows yoongi hates spicy food, and he knows yoongi was too scared to try the hot sauce, so why the hell did he think it was a good idea to trick him into eating it. he realizes that he must have been doing it solely for the views, and that makes him feel terrible.

“joon-ah, could you get me a paper towel.” yoongi rasps, voice completely shot from everything that had happened. namjoon hands him the paper towel, and yoongi wipes at his nose that had started running sometime during the chaos.

“do you feel like you’re empty?” namjoon asks, and yoongi shakes his head, staying hunched over the sink as he inhales and exhales steadily, hoping to calm his stomach a little, but unfortunately, his attempts are futile and another aggressive wave of puke comes barreling out of his throat, audibly clattering into the sink.

he uses the paper towel to wipe away the string of saliva that had been clinging to his bottom lip, and spits up another miniscule round of stomach bile before straightening up, a sour expression on his face.

“did you film that?” yoongi asks, turning towards namjoon, and he looks like an absolute mess. his complexion looks green and ghostly, and his eyes are red. his hair is disheveled and his lips are swollen from the heat of the hot sauce. he looks worried, like he’s afraid namjoon will post the footage of him puking.

namjoon shakes his head, his heart shattering into a million tiny pieces. he shouldn’t have done this. he really shouldn’t have done this.

“i stopped filming when i realized you were getting sick.” namjoon replies, voice quiet. he grabs the camera off of the counter, sorting through his recently filmed clips. he deletes the intro, and then deletes the footage where he makes the sandwich. he wishes he’d never thought of this video.

“we don’t need to post today.” namjoon says, turning the camera off before placing it back down onto the counter. he steps closer towards yoongi, pulling him into a tight hug before pressing gentle kisses onto his damp hair.

“i’m really sorry, baby. i didn’t think any of this would happen.” namjoon whispers, frowning when he feels yoongi trembling beneath his arms. “how about next week we film that travel vlog you’ve been wanting to do, okay?”

“okay.” yoongi responds, because after everything that had happened earlier, namjoon deserves to let yoongi decide the next video, which just so happens to be one where they drive around and look at architecture all day, because yoongi is certain that their subscribers will love it.

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sope-lover-namjin · 4 years

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This post goes out to @sickminnie-deactivated20201116 I'm sorry j couldn't help you where an amazing friend. I'm sorry. Its late here where I am I'm going to sleep now. Tumbler us just a bad place to be. When I came here thing were lively and nice. But it slowly started to show its true colors. And all the people that are just straight ASS HOLES.

Fuckin night!

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Is saying “I love you very very very very much my sweet baby bunny and I hope you have a wonderful, amazing day!” considered an ask? If not, I just made it an ask because I love you very much and I want you to have a good day! If you’re not having one, hopefully I can make it a good day for you 🥺💖💖💖💖💖💞💞💞💞💞💞💞 Thank you for always brightening my day baby, I hope our relationship lasts as long as we both wish it for! 🥺✨

It’s considered an ask now! 😂

You’re the very very cutest, my day is always good if I can talk to you! 🥺❤️❤️❤️

I love you so so so so so so much, my angel❤️❤️❤️❤️ you’re beautiful 🌸❤️

And I hope that too 🥺❤️

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sope-lover-namjin · 4 years

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Master List

So heres a list, so you all can find my fics easier. Its a bit messy and I try to add short summary to each fic, but for now I’ll keep it like this.

Keep reading

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sope-lover-namjin · 4 years

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I'm so happy for @sickminnie and @taechuu7473 I wish you both happiness and a great relationship. Your both so cute! 💞🤗💜

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sope-lover-namjin · 4 years

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oooo I loved your yoongi fic!! 🥺 to add onto the anon’s idea, maybe you could do a fic about how yoongi gets his almond milk and the regular milk mixed up and he starts to feel really sick. The boys can’t figure out why his stomach hurts so bad until they realize he drank the wrong milk 😯😯 (I got this idea from how you said he was lactose intolerant HAHA)

A/N: I’m sorry, I know this turned out bad but I had to get something out. Thank you for reading and thank you Anon for requesting! I loved this request, it was everything! 🥺💖✨

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It was going to be a very relaxing week for the members since they had the week off. Especially for Yoongi. He’s been so stressed lately and he needed relief.

Thankfully Hoseok was there for him as well as the Maknae line.

The Maknae’s loved it when Yoongi was little. They thought their Hyung was so cute and they could always use that as an excuse to baby him.

But right now, things were about to go very wrong. Because Yoongi was little and trying to make himself his own bottle.

The other members were all asleep, leaving the little to make his own bottle by himself.

Yoongi sat on the floor of the living room as he drank from his sippy cup happily, only to suddenly jump from surprise when the light flickered on.

“Baby??”

Yoongi was quick to jump up and rush over to the familiar voice. “Dada!!”

Hoseok smiled brightly and lifted the little up into his arms, causing Yoongi to squeal giggle.

Hoseok’s smile was quick to disappear when he noticed the sippy cup in the little’s hand. A worried expression was now plastered across the younger’s face. “Who made you the bottle, kitten?”

“I did!” Yoongi announced proudly, Hoseok’s face lighting up with deeper worry.

“Can you show dada which milk you used, baby boy?” Hoseok gently ruffled the little’s hair to give him some type of praise for making his own bottle.

Yoongi nodded instantly and pointed to the jug of regular whole milk as soon as Hoseok opened the refrigerator door, getting down from his caregiver’s arms.

Hoseok swore out loud as soon as he saw the label of the gallon of milk the little pointed to. “Shit! Baby, that’s not-“

“Shit!” The little repeated after his caregiver, head cocked to the side as he smiled curiously.

Hoseok’s eyes widened at that, but he couldn’t help but to laugh a bit. “Kitten! Noooo! Don’t say that word, that’s a naughty word!” He sighed, anxiously biting his lip. “How about we go upstairs do the bedroom and watch a movie in there, hm?”

Yoongi nodded, bouncing excitedly. Hoseok lifted his headspaced boyfriend into his arms before taking him into the bedroom.

Hoseok turned on the tv and put on a random Disney movie. He set the little on the bed. He gave him his stuffie and paci before sitting down next to him.

He pulled Yoongi onto his lap, the little completely entranced with the movie as he chewed on the paci in his mouth and hugged his favorite stuffie.

Hoseok sighed as he mentally prepared himself for the worst which began when the little suddenly became exhausted.

Yoongi yawned and rubbed his eyes. “Sleepy, dada... wan’ sleepy time...”

Hoseok furrowed his brows. “Already, baby boy? Bedtime isn’t for another few hours...” he trailed off, already forgetting about the little incident earlier.

Hoseok put on a fake smile. “Sure, kitten. Let’s get some sleep.”

Yoongi nodded and laid down with Hoseok, cuddling into his side closely. Hoseok smiled and laid an arm and leg over him. He pressed a few kisses to the top of his head. He bid his little goodnight before beginning to drift off.

But just because Hoseok had bid his little a goodnight doesn’t mean that’s what it’s gonna be.

Hoseok startled awake at the sound of cries and sobs coming from the little. His arms were wrapped tightly around his stomach. Hoseok immediately knew what was going on.

The little’s poor stomach was a crampy, gurgly mess. Hoseok was quick to pull the little onto a comforting embrace.

“Hey... hey, hey, baby... listen to me. You’re gonna be okay. I promise.”

“T-Tummy hurt-!” Yoongi choked out.

“I know, Yoonie, I know it does. But it’ll be okay. Dada will take good care of you, I promise.” Hoseok smiled persuasively. Yoongi nodded his head, believing him. Hoseok sighed in relief at that.

“Let’s go downstairs and cuddle with the others. Maybe that’ll help you feel a bit better, hm?” Hoseok suggested in which the little was quick to nod in response.

Hoseok smiled worriedly and lifted Yoongi up into his arms. He took him downstairs, feeling some of his worry melt away at the sight of the Maknae line quietly chatting and giggling amongst themselves on the couch.

The happy chatting and giggling came for a halt when Yoongi suddenly whimpered, his stomach bubbling harshly under his hand that rested on the bloat of his stomach.

Jungkook was the first to rush over to the little and his caregiver, cooing at the sight of the little’s pale face and flushed cheeks.

After wordlessly asking Hoseok for permission, he lifted Yoongi up into his arms and sat on the couch. He laid back and allowed the little to sit between his legs, laying against his chest.

Hoseok sat next to Jungkook. He bit back his jealousy of seeing his headspaced boyfriend in the maknae’s arms. He watched as Jimin rubbed Yoongi’s bloated belly while Taehyung played with his hair.

Yoongi curled in on himself a bit. He whimpered as he let up a nauseous burp. “Icky.”

Hoseok softened and opened his mouth to speak up, but Jimin spoke for him.

“I know, baby. Can you tell us what made you so icky? Hm?”

“drank evil milkie...” The little pouted.

Hoseok sighed and bit his lip, resisting the urge to pull the little onto his own lap and hold him tight. He instead just averted his gaze down to his lap, playing with his sleeves.

Yoongi clutched his stomach as it let up a sudden gurgle. “D-Dada!” He choked out, raising a hand up to his mouth.

Hoseok quickly jumped up and scooped the little into his arms, rushing him to the bathroom.

Just as Hoseok was positioning the older in front of the toilet, Yoongi lurched forward with a sickly burp, a mouthful of puke following directly after. He sobbed.

Hoseok cooed and rubbed his little’s back as he continued to puke. He eventually moved behind him, back hugging him. He gently rubbed his stomach to try to coax some more out of him. In the pit of his worry, he had forgotten that he normally got sympathy sick.

With a final heave and a cough, Yoongi sat up with a whimper. He glanced at the mess he made in the toilet. “icky.”

Hoseok couldn’t help but laugh a little. “I know, baby boy. Do you feel a bit better at least?”

Yoongi pouted as his stomach spoke for him with a small bit audible rumble. The little’s stomach has been rumbling constantly since he woke up, sometimes audibly.

“t-tummy has the rumbles...” Yoongi whimpered. Hoseok cooed at how adorable that was.

“Do you need to go potty too?”

Yoongi shook his head and leaned back against him. “nu... jus’ wan’ cwuddles from dada...”

Hoseok nodded, smiling happily, and lifted him up. He took his boyfriend back to the living room and set him on his lap, holding him close. Yoongi was quick to fall asleep after that.

Hoseok sighed in relief and turned to the three maknae’s, watching as relieved smiles spread across their faces at the sight of their hyung asleep.

Hoseok checked the time.

5:30 AM.

He sighed and curled up on his side, spooning Yoongi. “Thank you Jimin, Tae, Ggukie... but you guys should get some sleep. I’ll be okay, I promise.”

Hoseok watched as the Maknae line head off upstairs. All except for one. Taehyung.

Hoseok cocked his head. “Tae? Why aren’t you going to-“

He cut himself off when Taehyung suddenly laid down on the other side of Yoongi, laying an arm over him. He fell asleep before Hoseok could protest, but it wasn’t like he would anyway.

Hoseok began to drift off to sleep. And everything was peaceful and okay again...

Until...

Yoongi suddenly woke up. It took a moment, but he noticed the painful cramping and rumbling of his lower stomach. He needed a bathroom. NOW.

The little whined and crawled on top of Hoseok, sitting on his lap. He bounced a little to try to wake him up, but quickly stopped when he felt something shift.

Yoongi shook Hoseok’s shoulders desperately, doing a potty dance where he sat. Hoseok immediately shot awake, sitting up instantly.

“D-Dada! Potty!” Yoongi whimpered.

Hoseok nodded and scooped the little up into his arms and rushed him to the bathroom once more. He positioned him on the toilet, pouting as a torrent of liquid immediately left the little.

Yoongi blushed bright red and sobbed into his sweater pawed hands, practically hiding himself from Hoseok. The little was very sensitive to shyness and was easily embarrassed.

Hoseok cooed and placed a kiss to the top of his head. “You know I don’t judge you, kitten. Don’t be embarrassed... everyone gets sick. Remember when dada felt icky after eating some bad food? That was dada’s turn to feel sick and be cared for. Right now, it’s yours. Ill take good care of you, baby. I promise.”

The little nodded and sniffled. The stream eventually tampered off into airy farts. “m’done.”

Hoseok smiled and ruffled his hair. “Good boy~! You did so well, kitten! I’ll be sure to reward you with plenty of cuddles, okay?”

The little couldn’t help but smile a little. His eyes sparkled as he looked up at Hoseok. “O-Oki...”

Hoseok cooed and wiped his tears away. He helped him stand, clean up, and flushed the toilet before taking him to the bedroom.

As promised, Hoseok showered his baby in cuddles and all the affection he could manage.

“Do you feel a bit better now, sweetheart?”

“Yea. Dada make me better!” Yoongi smiled brightly.

Hoseok smiled and kissed his nose before nuzzling it. “I’m glad you’re feeling better, kitten. Dada hates it when his baby is feeling icky.” He pecked the top of his head one last time. “Let’s get some sleep, yeah?”

Yoongi nodded and cuddled into him, hugging his stuffie. He rubbed his eyes and yawned. “night, dada...”

Hoseok smiled and held him close. “Goodnight, baby.”

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