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Chapter One: First Day at Playcare! (6,600 words.)

♡ Fandoms: BTS, Stray Kids!

REQUESTS OPEN :) RULES IN END NOTES!

♡ Characters: Little!Reader CG Jungkook CG Taehyung Playcare Owner Hoseok EA Felix EA Hyunjin Little Jimin, IN, Seungmin Everyone else is Teachers!

♡ Genre: SFW Littlespace, Fluff, Non Idol AU!

After moving from the rural city of Geochang to the bustling city of Seoul, your parents Jungkook and Taehyung decide to start you in a new Playcare Centre. Life is about to be so much different!

Time to be brave!

Notes: Welcome! ʕ•◡•ʔっ♡!

This is a very fluffy, very relaxed series that hopefully you can immerse yourself in!

There will be some angst but mostly fluff!

In this universe, Littlespace is permanent. If you don't know much about Littlespace, please research the topic elsewhere, since this story doesn't reflect how Littlespace functions in real life! Thank you!

The car's tyres grind against the tarmac as Jungkook pulls into the Little Sunshine Playcare's car park, a single storey building coming into view. It's made of caramel colored wood and black metal, a big welcome sign at the front that has a smiling cartoon sun attached to it. Arts and crafts are stuck to insides of the windows, so many colorful handprints reaching out to you as if giving you high-fives.

You tuck your chin into the soft collar of your pink sweater, peering at them nervously through your lashes.

As Jungkook chooses a parking space and turns off the engine, Taehyung twists around in his seat.

A kind smile graces his face. "Are you ready for your first day, sweetness?"

"Umm-..."

You glance back outside.

There's a man holding the hand of a colourfully dressed woman walking up to the front safety gate. He pulls the little knob and guides her through to the door, stopping to poke some buttons on a square thingy on the wall before heading inside.

"I dunno, Papa," You mumble as they leave your sight.

What if they don't wanna play with you? What if your teachers are meanies, and not nice like your Daddy and Papa?

"You don't know?" He sing-songs, pouting and reaching out to pinch your knee playfully. "Are you a little bit scared?"

Hang on.

You didn't say that!

Jungkook turns just in time to see you gasp, giggling to himself.

"I'm not scared!" You protest. "I'm not scared of anything, Papa!"

"Aww. I know."

Jungkook is sceptical. "No? Not even Lord Tirek?"

You think back to last night, when the big, scary monster appeared on the screen and you just had to hide in your Papa's arms.

You admit, "Maybe I'm scared of some things."

Taehyung smacks your Daddy on the shoulder, eyes wide behind his black glasses. "Luckily there's no Lord Tirek here then, right?"

"Right, Jagi," He agrees guiltily.

"Come on. It's time to get out now, sweetness."

You hug your teddy bear to your chest as they both exit the car.

Taehyung appears at your window, pulling your door open and leaning over you. He takes the big, red car seat buckle laying on your belly in his hands and clicks the two halves apart. The straps fall over your shoulders as he slots his hands under your armpits.

"Let's not forget your present," He reminds you, lifting you out of the seat and onto the ground.

As Jungkook rounds the car, he catches you chewing on your teddy's ear.

"Ah-ah," He chides, his tattooed hand coming up to pull it from your lips. "That's yucky. Be nice to Mr Bear, okay?"

"Sorry, Mr Bear."

"And?"

"Sorry, Daddy."

"Thank you."

"Here it is." Taehyung pulls out the bakery carry-box, slamming the door closed and carefully passing it to you. "Gentle hands."

"Good job." Jungkook praises. "It's not too heavy?"

"S'fine, Daddy."

Walking through the car park together, Taehyung strokes his hand through your hair, fixing the few fly-aways that have slipped from your piggy tails he very lovingly styled you in this morning. Your Papa is great at doing hair. Oh, and at picking outfits.

He's wearing a beige knitted vest over a plain white shirt, baggy pants, big shoes, and a beret.

The hairdresser's he works at lets him wear whatever he wants!

Jungkook, though; He has to wear a suit every day.

"Wooooow. Is that right?" Your taller parent exclaims. "You must be very strong?"

"Yes, I am, Daddy." You agree, plodding along.

For some reason, as he opens the gate and lets you through, both of them break out in chuckles above you. You don't know what's so funny about saying that! When you carried that heavy bag of rice at the shops yesterday, Daddy only had to help a little.

The door makes a clicking sound as the code is punched in, Jungkook pushing it open gentlemanly.

As you step into the foyer, you're suddenly hit with the feeling of being lost in a new place. You got lost in the supermarket once and it was so scary. Even scarier than Lord Tirek. You were about to be lost forever and ever until your Daddy finally found you.

You don't want to be alone again. No, no, no! A sad moan leaving your throat, you drop the bakery box onto the floor and wrap your arms around Jungkook's waist, smooshing your face into his breast through the black fabric. You're never letting go!

"Oh!" Taehyung exclaims, picking the small box back up. "Whoopsies."

"Whoopsies," Jungkook croons.

"Good morning," The lady at the desk greets, before her eyes widen. "Would you like some help?"

"We've got it." Your Papa assures her. "We're here to sign in Jeon-Kim Haen, please."

"Of course. Just a moment."

"I'm scared," You muffle.

"It's okay, baby." Jungkook soothes, rubbing your back. "Remember what you said before?"

I'm not scared of anything!

"I lieeeed." You complain. "I'm sc- scared of Lord Tirek and the air frier and scorpions and getting lost!"

Taehyung plucks a tissue from the reception desk box, bending to mop the yellow frosting off the floor.

Jungkook tsks sadly. "Maybe. But you're still very brave, Haen-ie."

"I'm b'ave?"

"Of course you are. Can you say, 'I'm Daddy and Papa's strong, brave girl'?"

"I'm- I'm Daddy and Papa's strong, b'ave girl."

"Good morning!" A new voice comes lilting into the room. You squeeze Jungkook even tighter, turning your head ever so slightly to get a look at the newcomer. A man as tall as your Daddy is approaching the three of you, dressed in an orange hoodie and looking like he swallowed the sun and all the stars for breakfast, the light trying to escape through his face. "Did we have a little accident?"

"We did," Tae laughs, throwing the used tissue and squished cupcake into a nearby bin.

"Don't worry. No harm done!"

His black hair is tousled neatly over his forehead, a rainbow lanyard laying against his chest.

"She's nervous about her first day." Jungkook explains, stroking your cheek. "Had a bit of a scare coming in."

The man smiles, his eyes turning into crescent moons. "You must be Haen-ie. I'm Hoseok-seonsangnim. It's nice to meet you!"

"Hello, Hoseok-seonsangnim." You murmur politely. "Are the cupcakes okay?"

Taehyung chuckles. "They're for her classmates."

"Wow, that's very nice of you." Hoseok gasps, looking through the little plastic windows. "Ooooh, yummy. They look perfect."

You let him know, "You can have one, too."

The three of them burst into soft laughter.

"Awww. Thank you, Haen-ie. You're a very kind girl. How about we go share them with everyone? Would you like to do that?"

You pause, thinking about it for a moment. "Okay."

"Awesome! Good idea." He praises, even though the idea was his, taking the box. "You'll have so much fun today!"

"You hear that? Come say goodbye to Papa-bear, sweetness."

You let go of your Daddy to fall into Taehyung's embrace, trying not to feel too scared as he wraps you up safely in his arms, rocking you gently from side to side and growling like a big, happy bear. When he pulls back, he kisses your forehead and passes you off to Jungkook, who gives you a quicker, lighter hug and reminds you not to chew on Mr Bear because he likes his ears to be clean.

"I won't, Daddy." You promise, earning another kiss to the forehead.

"Good girl. Daddy and Papa will come and pick you up later, okay?"

"Okay."

One last kiss. "We love you."

"Love you," Tae smiles.

"Love you, Daddy, Papa."

Hoseok offers his hand to you. "Come on, Haen-ie. Let's go share these yummy cupcakes, huh?"

Taking his hand in yours, you bravely let him guide you away.

"What flavor are the cupcakes, Haen-ie?"

"They're chocolate," You tell him, remembering what Papa asked the baker-lady for this morning.

"Oooh. I loooove chocolate." Your teacher gushes, giving your hand a bit of a squeeze as you walk side by side down the bright corridor. Splodgy paintings and crayon drawings hang from little wooden pegs along the wall, all the cats and dogs and dragons and two headed shark-giraffe hybrids all grinning down at you with silly faces and glittery decorations. "Is chocolate your favorite, too?"

"Uh-huh." You sheepishly nod. "I like it- I like it even betterer than vanilla, but Papa likes strawberry."

"He likes strawberry, does he? What about Daddy?"

"Daddy likes chocolate, too. He goes to the gym a lot, but he says it's healthy so we can eat lots!"

He laughs at that. "Well, I don't know about 'healthy', but it sure is delicious. Oh, look! Here's our classroom!"

You come to a stop in front of a door with a sticker on it that says, 'A2.'

Glancing back down the corridor, you notice the foyer is suddenly very empty. No Daddy, no Papa. Hoseok distracted you. You face forward again, taking a deep breath and telling yourself, I'm Daddy and Papa's brave girl, as he knocks on the door.

It opens. A man with long, wavy hair smiles sweetly at the both of you, moving to let you inside.

"Good morning!" He greets, closing the door behind you. "This must be our new friend, Haen-ie."

The classroom is bustling, filled with squealing laughter as Baby Shark plays loudly from somewhere.

"We're doing some dancing right now. It helps shake out all those early-morning jitters." He explains. "My name is Hyunjin-ie. It's so exciting to meet you! I'm one of the EAs in this room, so I'll be helping you get settled in today! Does that sound good?"

"What's an EA, Hyunjin-ie?"

"It means, 'Educational Assistant'. That means my job is to be your best friend and help you with your work!"

When you giggle, Hoseok adds, "We've got some delicious chocolate cupcakes here for everyone, too."

"Ohh! Cupcakes? I knew today was going to be a great day."

"Excuse me, friends!" Hoseok calls out over the song, getting everyone's attention. "I know we're all having fun dancing, but we have a new classmate here joining us today and she's very kindly brought us some delicious cupcakes to eat together!"

Exclamations break out across the room. "Cupcakes!!"

As the kids come running over, Hoseok sets the box down on the nearest activity table. "Everyone, say thank you to Haen-ie!"

"Thank you, Haen-ie!"

"Thank you, Haen-ie!"

"I love you, Haen-ie!"

A shy smile makes its way onto your face, realizing that nobody here is mean like you thought they would be.

Your classmates jump up and down like pieces of popcorn as Hoseok hands a small cupcake to you first, then sharing the rest of them to the gathered crowd, reminding them all to be patient and thanking them for their nice manners.

Peeling back your cupcake's paper liner, you take a big, big bite.

Mmm. Chocolate with sweet, yellow frosting and a tiny, bear-shaped cookie sticking out of it.

"Thank you, Heun-ie!" A boy exclaims, his chin smeared with frosting. "Dis is soooo yummy!"

You smile, "My Papa buyed them."

"I love your Papa."

"I love my Papa, too."

"Nice manners, Jimin-ie." Hoseok praises him, handing the last of the cupcakes to EA Hyunjin and two other men who must be teachers. "Haen-ie, you've already met Hyunjin, but this here is EA Yeongbok-ie and Teacher Yoongi-seonsangnim."

The first man, Yeongbok; he has blonde hair, the color of vanilla cookies, and a wonky, toothy smile sweeter than every cookie in the world. He gives you an enthusiastic wave, his voice deeper than even your Papa's. "Hi! Nice to meet you!"

The second man, Yoongi, looks a bit like a sleepy, smiley cat. "Hello, Haen-ie."

"Hello," You wave back.

"We can meet the rest of your teachers later, but Yeongbok here is our second EA, and Yoongi is our very talented music teacher."

The man snorts. "I play recorders, Hoseok."

"All the same."

"Do you like music, Haen-ie?" Yeongbok asks as he pulls out a wooden seat for you, sitting in the one next to it.

"Okay, everyone! Sit down to eat, please!"

As everyone gets settled, you sit down next to Yeongbok and Hyunjin while Yoongi walks off with his cupcake.

"I like to sing with my Daddy and Papa," You tell the friendly EAs, your two new best friends.

"You guys just moved here from Geochang, didn't you?"

"Yeah," The mention of your old home sends a pang through your heart. It was a lot different than here. The streets were lined with wild grass and old, proud houses, always a breathtaking view of the mountains sitting on the horizon. "We got here two days ago."

"Well, we're very happy to have you here." Hyunjin smiles like a pretty prince. "What do you like about Seoul so far?"

Oh, um... You've never thought about that up until now.

"I like Han River," You guess, popping the biscuit in your mouth. "And we're going to Teseum Teddy Bear museum this weekend."

"Uwaaah," Yeongbok exclaims, "That sounds exciting?"

You nod, chewing, the wet crumbs falling from your lips and into your lap. "Bea'ws are my fav'ite animal."

"Oooh, careful," He warns, taking the handkerchief out of his pants' pocket and using it to clean you up.

"Oh! Sorryyyy."

"Don't worry." He brushes the crumbs off your sweater, and then your bear's fat, brown nose. "Look. It's as if nothing ever happened!"

"Daddy doesn't like it when I get my things dirty," You babble, giving the teddy a kiss as an apology, "Or chew on Mr Bear's ears."

"Aaah," Hyunjin hums understandingly, "So you're going to be one of the messy ones."

"You're going to love art class."

"I love art class!" A nearby boy butts in. "I made a painting for my Mommy yesterday!"

"Yes, and you used yourself as the canvas, didn't you?" He jokes, pinning him with an cool, sassy look.

The boy does nothing but giggle, his teeth covered in bits of chocolate cake, before running off to join his friends again.

"That's Jeongin-ie."

As you bite and swallow the last chunk of your cupcake, Yeongbok stands from the small seat, leaving his own cupcake on the table and offering his hand to you. "All done? Let's go put your bag away in the cubby before class starts, okay?"

"Okay, Yeongbok-ie." You agree, grabbing his pale hand and following him.

He takes you over to the wall besides the classroom door, where the cubby shelves are all stuffed with the other Little's backpacks, books, spare clothes, and water bottles. Coloured strips of paper are velcroed above each one, their names printed on them.

'Jimin', 'Jeongin', 'Maru', 'Nathan', and even your name! You point it out to Yeongbok, who chuckles in that delicate, tinkling way of his that makes it sound like he's a magical xylophone. He takes off your purple backpack and places it in the cubby below your tag.

Returning to the sitting area together, you spot Hyunjin and Yoongi helping tidy the aftermath.

"This one was yours," Yoongi nods toward an empty liner, wiping down the table with a cloth. "Go put it in the trash, please."

Hyunjin adds, "You too, Jeongin."

"Okayyyy." The boy sing-songs. "Fine."

Scooping up your trash and dumping it in the nearby bin, everybody works hard to clean up before settling down in their assigned seats at the activity tables strewn across the room. You're unsure where to go, awkwardly hugging Mr Bear, but sweet EA Yeongbok is there to help you again, taking your hand and guiding you to a table near the toy boxes. Jeongin and Jimin are sitting there, too.

"Ooh, Haen-ie. Look." The man points at the back of the chair. "What's that?"

You follow his finger.

Wow! It's another tag with your name on it!

"My name!" You exclaim proudly as you sit down. "This is my chair, Yeongbok-ie!"

"You're right. It is your chair," The man praises this genius discovery, as he drags another chair over and sits next to you.

Hyunjin and Yoongi are both sitting at other tables, joking with the kids around them.

"Hi! I'm Jimin!" The boy in front of you cheers.

"I'm Jeongin!"

"These are your table-mates, Haen-ie. Say hello?"

"Hello," You greet, using Mr Bear's fluffy arm to wave to them. "It's my first day today!"

"Why is it your first day?"

"We moved here." You explain, "And my old playcentre is too far away to visit, now."

"Awwww," Jimin pouts.

"That's so sad!"

"It is a little bit sad," Yeongbok validates, his tone comforting, "But she's going to make lots of new friends here, isn't she?"

Jeongin nods so fast you think his head might fall off. "I'll be your friend, Haen-ie!"

"Me, too! Do you like dinosaurs?"

Glancing at the T-Rex printed on his blue sweater, you shrug. "Um... A little."

"Oh." He deflates, perking right back up again afterwards. "It's okay! I'll still be your friend!"

"Yeah! He's friends with me, and I like sharks, but he doesn't like sharks, and we're still friends."

"Okay, guys," Yeongbok interrupts, placing a finger over his lips, "Sh, sh, sh. Let's listen to Hoseok-seonsangnim, okay?"

"Okay."

"Okay!"

"Okay!"

"It's time for our first class of the day, friends." You turn your attention to the front of the classroom, peering over Jimin's shoulder as Hoseok drags the wheelie whiteboard into view, uncapping an orange marker and smiling brightly at his class. "Now, Yoongi-seonsangnim and I were nice enough to let you guys have some cupcakes before class this morning, weren't we?"

"Yeah!" You all reply at once.

"Yeah! Fun, right? So do you think you'll all be able to put your learning caps on, now?"

As he mimes putting on a big hat, you all copy him.

Even Yoongi, Hyunjin, and Yeongbok, too!

"Perfect!" He lowers his hands. "Does anyone know what we're going to be learning today?"

The whole class starts giggling hysterically as he glances at the laminated chart on the wall, which very obviously reads, Monday, 1. Music, 2. Arts and Crafts, 3. Snack Break, 4. Math, 5. Nap Time, 6. Lunch Break, 7. Reading, in bubble letters.

Everyone shouts out, "Music!"

"It's Music!"

"Music, Hoseok!"

"It's what?" Your teacher squints, cupping his ear. "We're learning what?"

You join in the chaos, shouting, "Music!!"

"Aaaaah. Music! Why didn't you say that the first time?"

Silly Hoseok-seonsangnim. You guys did say that!

"Let's start with our word of the day first, and then we get out the instruments." Turning and writing, Word of the Day, at the top of the whiteboard, he faces forward and looks directly at you. "How about you choose today's word, Haen-ie?"

Oh! You?! 

"There's no wrong answers," Yeongbok encourages you when he notices your apprehension. "What about Bear?"

You give a quick nod. "You say, please?"

He happily reports back to your teacher, "The word of the day is Bear!"

"Oooh. Good choice. Let's all use the letters at our tables and have a go spelling Bear!" 

"Oh! I know, I know!" Jimin exclaims, wiggling impatiently as your EA reaches into the middle of the table and pulls out a velcro board and a cup of felt letters from the basket of supplies, splaying them out. "Let me do it! I know!"

He grabs the pile of letters, pulling out a flimsy G character and sticking it to the board.

"Good job, Jimin-ie." Yeongbok slides the letters in front of you. "Haen-ie's turn, now. We have to work as a team!"

Humming thoughtfully, you sound out the word Bear in your head. There's a Guh, and then an Ohhhhh. Must be O.

You stick the O character below the G.

When it's Jeongin's turn, he sticks down an M character, completing the simple Hangul symbol.

"Is everybody ready? Show us your boards!"

Chatter fills the room again as Yeongbok holds up the board for you.

Hoseok glances from table to table, nodding, "Correct! Yep, correct! Well done! Yeongbok's table, correct!"

Your EA gives you a high-five.

Yay!

"Hyunjin's table," He sucks in a breath at the last group, "I'm afraid that's not quite right."

Everyone at the table groans in defeat and starts throwing accusations around.

"I told you it was just one M!"

"Hyunjinnnnn!"

"You didn't listen!"

Yoongi's laughing behind his hand, shoulders shaking.

The kids keep heckling him as he grumpily throws down the letter in his hand.

Yeongbok laughs, "Maybe you need to move to the baby's room, Hyung? What do you guys think?"

"Baby's room!" The girl next to Hyunjin chants. "Baby's room!"

Hyunjin sticks his tongue out at her.

"Okay. Okay," Hoseok chuckles, taking back control of the room as Yoongi stands up. "Time for music, now."

When Namjoon checks his watch, he announces, "Snack break, everyone!"

Jumping up from your seat and pulling your bucket hat on, you can't wait to eat!

You file out into the play yard with everyone else, finding a spot at one of the picnic tables. Hoseok and Namjoon-seonsangnim wheel out two carts of food, approaching each table and handing out the small bowls. Namjoon; You met him during Arts and Crafts. He's tall and muscly like a sports teacher, but he actually teaches art and English, his face round like a toffee candy, both cheeks dimpled.

"Hello, everyone." He greets, placing a plastic bowl and spoon in front of you. "Did you have fun in art today?"

"Thank you," You remember your manners, licking your lips at the sight of the sliced fruit and yoghurt.

"You're welcome, Haen-ie."

As you stick your spoon in, Seungmin exclaims, "Yeah! I maked a rainbow! It was really pretty."

"'Made'." Hoseok calls out.

The boy corrects himself. "I made a rainbow."

"Yes, I saw. It was pretty."

Gulping down the dollop of yoghurt and crunchy apple pieces, you gaze out at the patch of sunlight nearby. Your class's art creations are drying in the sun, the pieces of paper swaying in the breeze, wrinkled from all the glue and pom poms on them.

"I made a dinosaur with Jimin," You garble as Namjoon walks away with the cart, your mouth full.

The boy nods. "It was a brontosaurus. Brontosauruses are the ones with the-!"

"The long necks," The girl across from him rolls her eyes. "We know."

Your dinosaur's neck was five pompoms long!

He gasps. "You like dinosaurs, too, Ahyun?!"

"No. You just talk about them all the time." She glances up from her bowl. "Haen, you have glue on your elbow."

You do? Shrugging a shoulder, you peer down at the side of your arm and scratch the dried flake off.

"And paint on your shoulder."

Oh, she's right. There's a pink splat on your sweater. You hope your Daddy won't be too upset.

"And on your hand."

... Oh.

"She got really messy," The girl beside her giggles. "She's like my baby brother, and he's only one!"

"I think she's messier," She jokes, making your cheeks go hot.

"Are you one, Haen-ie?"

"No. I'm nineteen," You mumble uncomfortably, hiding your paint-covered hand under the table. "And four on the inside."

"You should go sit somewhere else," Ahyun chirps. "I don't want you to get me dirty!"

"She won't," Jimin frowns.

"Yes, she will!"

Whatever. You don't want to sit with Ahyun, either. You pick up your bowl and stand from the wooden bench, storming over to the playground and ducking under one of the platforms. You hide away in a dark corner to finish eating your snack in peace.

Tears start burning at the edges of your eyes when you catch a second glimpse at your ruined sweater.

"Haen-ie? Sweetie?"

Sniffling, you watch Hyunjin as he searches the playground, coming to a sudden stop when he sees you. He looks like he's about to explain that you're not allowed to eat in the playground, but something in his expression changes and he crouches down.

"Haen-ie, sweetie, what are you doing all the way over here?" He asks. "What's the matter?"

Glancing behind him, you catch the other teachers watching the two of you, before they go back to what they were doing.

Hyunjin crawls in and sits beside you, long hair framing his face as he tilts his head at you.

"Haen-ie?"

You pout, "I don't wanna sit at the tables."

"No?"

You shake your head, poking sadly at your yoghurt.

"You don't want to sit with your friends? Jimin and Jeongin?" He tries, only to be met with silence. "Me and Yeongbok-ie?"

You admit, "I don't wanna sit with Ahyun."

He pauses. "Did Ahyun say something a little bit mean?"

You nod. "Her friend said I'm like her baby brother because I'm messy. And then Ahyun said I'm even messier than him because I got paint and glue on my clothes in art class, and then she said I can't sit with them, so I came over here to hide."

Sympathy washes over his face. He muses, "That wasn't very nice of her, was it?"

"No, it wasn't," You agree.

"Did it make you sad?"

"Uh-huh." It did make you sad. "I didn't get messy on purpose, Hyunjin-ie. It was an a'sident."

"Awww, Hyunjin-ie knows it was an accident, sweetie. And you know what?"

"What?"

"Art class is all about getting messy, little friend. Wouldn't it be boring if the paint only got on the paper?"

"My Daddy doesn't like it when I get dirty. He likes it when things are perfect and nice and clean."

Your Papa calls him a 'Perfectionist'.

"You're already perfect and nice," He argues. "And Yeongbok and I are going to make sure you're clean, too."

"You are?"

"Yeah. Yeongbok is new, too, you know. He's only been here a week. And he says I should be in the baby's room. Pssh. After art class ended, I had to teach him where to find the extra wet wipes, but you went outside to eat before we could clean you up!"

Ohhh. You remember now! After class ended, Yeongbok told you to wait, but you forgot and ran outside!

"I was too excited to eat!"

"Yes, you were." He chuckles, taking your hand. "Come on. Let's go get clean!"

"Okay!"

He helps you crawl back out from the playground, leaving your bowl at the table and stepping inside the empty classroom.

It's much quieter in here. The aircon hums above you, tables all clean and glossy. You see Yeongbok standing behind the partition of the exposed bathroom area, peeling open a package of wet wipes and digging through your purple backpack.

Both of you approaching him, Yeongbok gasps dramatically with a big, sunny smile. "Haen-ie!"

Hyunjin squeezes your hand.

"I'm sorry I didn't wait for you, Yeongbok-ie," You apologize sweetly. "I got distracted and forgot to wait for you!"

"Aw. That's okay." He says, pulling out a spare shirt with a big strawberry on it. "Let's get you into some clean clothes."

The two nice men work together to remove your paint-covered sweater and stuff it back into your backpack, wiping down your fingers and palms with the wet wipes afterwards. Yeongbok quickly dresses you in the green shirt and adjusts your bucket hat.

"There we go," He celebrates, zipping your backpack up. "That was nice and easy, wasn't it!"

"Thank you, Yeongbok-ie and Hyunjin-ie!"

"See? Nothing bad about getting messy." The older EA holds his hand out to you. "Come on. Let's go finish eating, little friend."

Uh oh.

"Do I have to?"

Yeongbok makes a confused face. "I thought you were excited to eat?"

"I am, but," You twist your shoe into the floor. "Ahyun was mean to me."

He frowns. "Oh, no."

"Hyunjin-ie will make sure Hoseok-seonsangnim tells Ahyun's parents she was being mean to one of our friends," Hyunjin promises. "And you can sit with me, if you like, or we can ask Jimin and Jeongin if they want to move tables with you?"

You wanna sit with all of them!

"Let's all sit together!"

"Okay, sweet friend." He praises as you take his hand. "Let's go. Your yoghurt is waiting for you!"

You giggle. "I'm coming, yoghurt!"

Hyunjin guides you back into the play yard, approaching the picnic table.

"Excuse me, guys," The man politely interrupts, pointing to a nearby empty table. "I'm going to take my friend Haen-ie over to the kind-friends table over there, and we want to know who else is going to join us."

"Ooooh," Ahyun's friend exclaims. "I do!"

Not wanting to be left out, Ahyun agrees and raises her hand. "Me too, Hyunjin!"

"Sorry, Jenna and Ahyun. This table is only for kind friends. You weren't being a very kind friend to Haen-ie today, were you?"

She gawks. "Wh-?!"

"Maybe when you're feeling a little bit kinder," He suggests, "You can come and join us later."

As she scoffs angrily, Jimin raises his hand. "Can I come, Haen-ie?"

"What about me?" Jeongin adds. "I wanna sit with you!"

"Me, too!" Seungmin agrees. "I'm a kind friend!"

You go pink under all the attention. "Okay!"

"Yay!"

"Let's go!"

"Kind-friends table!"

The four of you grab your bowls and go sit at the other, better table together. Hyunjin offers his lap to you since you might still be a little sad. Even though you're feeling better now, you still climb up onto his thigh, while the three boys sit around you.

"There you go," Hyunjin cooes, bouncing you up and down a little. "Ooooh. Apple? What else did you get?"

"I got banana," Seungmin answers, pointing at his friend's bowl. "Jimin got some, too!"

Jeongin pouts, "I got grapes."

"He hates grapes," The boy beside him explains helpfully.

You ask, "Do you like apple?"

When he nods, you hold your bowl over his, using your spoon to flick the apple into it.

"Thanks, Haen-ie!" He gasps, before giving you his grapes. "You can have mine!"

"Thanks, Jeongin-ie."

"Woooow," Hyunjin exclaims, "Nice sharing, you guys."

"My Papa says it makes our friends sad when we don't share," You tell him. "And I don't like it when people are sad, Hyunjin-ie."

The man suddenly clutches his heart through his baggy shirt, wincing like he's in pain. "Dawww."

You giggle at his outburst. "What, Hyunjin-ie?"

He makes a Grrrrrr sound as he mimes grabbing your cheeks. "You're adorable, that's what!"

You push his hands away. "Silly Hyunjin!"

Yeongbok comes into view as you all laugh together, setting his bowl on the table. "Hey! Don't have all the fun without me!"

"How are you guys going over here?"

As Hoseok approaches your table, you pout your lips around the pencil in your mouth.

Not good. Math is hard!

He takes notice just like all good teachers do. "Needing some help there, Haen-ie?"

You mumble, "Yes, p'ease."

Yeongbok gently pulls your hand away. "We don't chew on pencils, little friend. There you go."

As he goes back to helping Jeongin, Hoseok takes a seat next to you. "Tell Hoseok-seonsangnim what you need help with."

"Yeongbok-ie is busy with Jeongin and there's-! There's too many steps!"

"Ahhh, I see. Don't worry. Let's break them down together, shall we? Can you read the question to me?"

You look down at your paper, making sure to ignore the cartoon gardener at the bottom because he's annoying you. "Taeyun buys some-... some flower seeds. He plants five seeds in normal soil, and five seeds in special mulch. The seeds in the... in the special mulch grow double the flowers than the seeds in the regular soil grow. How many flowers will he have when they're done growing?"

See?! That's super hard.

Taehyun should ask somebody else about his flowers, because you have no idea.

"That was great reading," Hoseok praises you, before grabbing a blank piece of paper and some crayons from the supply box. "I've got an idea. You know what helps me when I can't figure out a question? Drawing it out!"

Your eyes widen. "There's questions you can't figure out?"

A laugh escapes him. "Yes, there are. Even teachers need help, sometimes."

"But you're super smart?"

"The only way to get smart is to be wrong a lot of times first." He explains, drawing some dots on the page. "Let's draw what we need to know. First, I'll draw the seeds... Five normal seeds on the left and five special seeds on the right."

When he's finished, he hands you a green crayon.

"Now let's draw the flowers coming out of the seeds."

"Okay. I'll try!"

"That's what I like to hear, friend. You should draw two flowers coming out of each special seed, remember?"

Nodding, you get to work drawing the stems.

After that, you add a yellow ball and colorful petals to each one.

"Let's add some ladybugs!" You suggest, reaching for the red crayon.

"Hang on. We don't need any ladybugs right now." He reminds you. "Maybe you can draw some in art class tomorrow, okay?"

Awwww. "Okay."

"Let's count the flowers instead. Ready?"

"Uh-huh. One, two, three," You concentrate hard and count every flower. "Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen!"

"Fifteen. Well done!" Hoseok exclaims with a big, excited grin, giving you a double high five. "You did it!"

"I did it!"

"Go ahead and write the answer down and we'll have a go at the next one."

"Okay! Thank you, Hoseok-seonsangnim."

"You're very welcome, sunshine."

By the time you've filled out the math booklet, you're in serious need of a nap. Being smart is lots of effort. How does he do it?

Luckily, it's nap time.

You grab Mr Bear and head into the toy area, where the EAs have moved the furniture out of the way and set up sleeping mats on the floor. Your Papa packed your softest, pinkest bedding today. You kneel on the cotton fabric, yawning and laying your head on your pillow as Hyunjin pulls the curtains over the windows. Hundreds of stars light up the walls when Yeongbok switches on the lamp.

"Who needs a little extra help getting to sleep today?" He asks quietly, switching on the speaker next.

The sound of somebody playing the piano graces your ears.

A couple of kids raise their hands, including you. No matter how tired you are, it's still scary falling asleep in a new place.

Hyunjin comes over to you.

"Close your eyes, sweetie," He whispers, settling beside your mat.

With him slowly stroking your hair, you're drifting off into dreamland before you even realize it.

At the end of the day, while you're all sitting on the rug, Hoseok asks, "Who here had a good day today?"

"Me!" You all shout.

"Let's share three things we're grateful for today," He says, gesturing to a student. "Let's start with you, Jihyun."

She tilts her head. "Ummm... Art class, Yeongbok helping me find my pencil when I lost it, and... Oh! Haen's cupcakes!"

"Oooh. They were yummy, weren't they? Jimin?"

He's got his answer right away. "Meeting my new friend Haen-ie!!"

Jeongin's got his, too! "Haen-ie sharing her fruit with me!!"

"Aw, those are great answers. I'm grateful for our new friend, too."

When it's your turn, you shyly stare back at the class. It's difficult to choose only three things! You're grateful for the EAs, who made your first day as easy as possible for you, Yoongi for making you laugh as he taught you how to hold the recorder, Namjoon for opening the glue pot for you when it was stuck, and Hoseok for being such a great teacher, even if he's bad at drawing flowers.

"I'm grateful for my friends and my teachers and the EAs... and nap time, and brontosauruses."

That might've been five things... But Hoseok doesn't mind. "Aww. I'm so glad, friend."

Hyunjin does that thing again where he looks like he's going to die.

Yeongbok chuckles, petting his shoulder in support.

Parents start gathering in the corridor outside the classroom as the rest of the kids share their three things. You keep an eye out for your Daddy and Papa, your legs squirming and your heart racing like it's trying to break out of you and go find them.

The last time you glance through the window, they're both there!

When they spot you, their faces light up like they always do when they spot you in school assemblies and sport events.

They wave to you.

"Daddy, Papa," You cheer under your breath, trying to keep your hand in your lap. "Daddy, Papa are here."

"Okay, my friends." Hoseok eventually concludes. "I'll see you all tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow!!"

"Bye, Hoseok!!"

"It's home time!!"

As soon as he opens the door, you jump up and run over to the big group of parents, straight into your Papa's open arms.

"There you are!" Taehyung gasps happily, holding you tight. "There's our sweet girl!"

"Papa!!"

"Did you have a good day?" He asks you, kissing your hair and letting you hug Jungkook next. "You didn't miss us too much?"

"I missed you so much," You muffle into Jungkook's button shirt. "But I had a good day at the same time!"

"We missed you, too," Your Daddy chuckles.

As Hyunjin approaches the three of you, handing your backpack and artwork to Jungkook, you pull away slightly.

"Here are Haen's things," He smiles.

He thanks the man. "Wow. Is this a dinosaur, baby?"

"I made it with my new friend, Jimin! He said I could keep it because he has a lot of dinosaur drawings at his home already."

"It's so cute."

Taehyung adds, "I love it."

"She had a good day," The EA smiles. Yeongbok and Hoseok are talking to some other parents behind him, handing more backpacks and artworks out. As Jungkook gives your dinosaur craft to his husband and unzips your bag, making sure everything is in there, Hyunjin explains, "We did have a little hiccup this morning, though. You'll find her sweater in there. It just has some paint on it."

Guilt squeezes you as you watch Jungkook turn the fabric over in his hand. "Sorry, Daddy."

"It's okay, Haen-ie." He shakes his head, zipping it up. "Daddy just wanted you to have fun today, okay? We can wash it out."

"I also got crumbs on Mr Bear," You admit.

He laughs at your sudden burst of honesty, slinging your bag over his shoulder. "We can wash him, too."

"He'll love it," Tae agrees. "It'll be like a spa day."

Some people might think your Daddy is the stricter parent, but he actually breaks more of his own rules than you do, and it's him who's always spoiling you with new toys, treats, and clothes! He's a big softie!

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow then, Haen-ie!" Hyunjin says. "High-five!"

"Buh-bye, Hyunjin-ie!"

After you smack hands, Taehyung and Jungkook thank him again and they each take one of your hands, leading you out of the Playcentre. They listen intently as you babble about every detail of your day all the way to the car, where Tae lifts you in.

"Did everyone enjoy the cupcakes?" He asks, helping you thread your arms through the straps.

"Oh! Yeah! They were really yummy, Papa."

"No dessert tonight, then, I guess." He pouts, clicking the buckle together, before grinning cheekily at you. "Just kidding."

You stick your tongue out at him.

"Hey," Your Daddy chuckles, watching you in the rear-view mirror. "Save that little tongue for your ice cream tonight."

"We're having ice cream?!"

Tae closes your door and settles into the passenger seat as the car starts. "Didn't we tell you? Brave girls get ice cream, baby bear."

"Yay! Thank you!"

Cupcakes, new friends, a good nap, and ice cream?

You wish every day could be your first day at Playcare!

When you get a whole bowl's worth of chocolate ice cream all over your pyjamas that night, Jungkook just fondly smiles at you and sneaks you a second scoop while Tae isn't looking. He taught you that chocolate is healthy when you want it to be, after all!

Notes:

Please share your thoughts and leave some suggestions for future chapters! ʕ•◡•ʔっ♡!

Things I won't write. - Smut. - Self-harm. - Intense angst. - Anything unrelated to Haen or Littlespace. Everything else goes!

Current roles. - Taehyung: Parent Caregiver. - Jungkook: Parent Caregiver. - Jin: ??? - Namjoon: Art / English Teacher. - Hoseok: Homeroom Teacher / Playcare Owner. - Yoongi: Music Teacher. - Jimin: Little. - Bangchan: ??? - Lee Know: ??? - Han: ??? - Changbin: Sports Teacher. - Hyunjin: EA / Art Teacher. - Felix: EA. - Seungmin: Little. - Jeongin: Little.

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[bunnyrhe]

Work Visit to Daddy Namjoon and Daddy Hoseok

Summary: AppaJin gives you money to get Namjoon Bubba and Papa Hoseok lunch while he went to a photoshoot. Your Bubba and Papa do not like that their baby had to be big.

Warnings :big dick energy, daddy, little space reader,caregiver bts,infantilisazion

I typed in the code on the recording studio door, popping my head inside to see Namjoon standing in the middle of the studio, hands in his pockets. He shook his head, forehead creased like old leather with worries tucked into every fold. Hoseok was in his spinning chair behind the soundboard, head laid over the chair back. His bare face stiff as cardboard.

"Is that our girlfriend?" Hoseok asked excitedly, head whipping up, his demeanor changing instantly.

"Hiiii," I waved, setting the food down and dishing it out for them. 

"Our little girl brought us lunch? Aww Bubba, our little princess thinks she's a big girl." Papa Hobi snickered, his teeth baring in a teasing smile.

"Maybe we should remind our princess of her place."Bubba's voice suddenly thundered around the room like a thunderstorm indoors. Stern and staccato, something to make you sink deeper and deeper into submission.

"It's time to remind yn that only her Daddies should be buying things in this relationship and that princess just has to sit pretty and not think. Princesses should just be good and say thank you because Daddies do all the providing around here." Namjoon Bubba sized you up, his eyes like a predator looking for vulnerabilities to make you melt. Hoseok watched you with a mysterious smile, a twinkle in his eyes but he ensnared you just as aptly as Namjoon. 

Their stances were powerful, dominant energy. They were leaning back in their chairs, strong thick thighs spread wide, testing the denim limits of jeans. Papa placed a hand under his chin, eyes smoky with passion and care. Bubba had an arm around the chair back, the other furling and unfurling in his lap. It was obvious, they were in a big Daddy headspace, all the testosterone in the room was making the wallpaper wilt. I was standing between them in the midst of the fray, shifting my weight from leg to leg.

"'m sorry, just wanted to help," I toed the carpet, shrinking under their gaze. My toes were wiggling in my sneakers. I could feel my arms become too heavy like I needed someone to hold me and keep me warm. "Appa gave me money to buy Bubba and Papa food today.. He said he was proud when I ordered food myself, and he gave me extra bum pats and kisses too. Was that bad?I'm sorry."

"It's okay this time baby, but let us take care of you from now on." Papa tugged me to stand in front of him, between his thighs. He wrapped his arms around my hips. 

 "Little girls don't buy food, and they don't order it either. It's perfectly fine for you to be shy and just tell Bubba and Papa what food you want so we can buy it. Come here, babygirl, did Appa dress you today, or did you do this on your own?" 

"Appa dressed me up, papa." Appa Jin dressed me to match his pink top and sneakers and black jeans. He had a shoot for YSL and picked out matching outfits for us: a grey sweater and pink pleated skirt with my pink sneakers. He added a simple chain with a J pendant to make me feel special when he dressed us. "He let me wear lip gloss too, look!" 

"You look beautiful my baby. Bubba and I think our baby girl looks perfect. "he grinned, watching my cheeks stain red, every word of his to me was like a love letter,"Ohmygoodness you're so cute when you blush!"

"Yeah Appa, baby peaches got up to the studio safely. Okay."Bubba clipped the conversation off, clapping his flip phone shut.  "Appa said he loves you and he's going to his photoshoot now, he'll see you in one hour."Namjoon Bubba kneeled down to kiss my cheek."Do you want help with your shoes? Of course our little baby needs help from her big strong bubba when she's feeling so small." He helped me take off my backpack and sneakers, kissing my shins softly.

Namjoon sat on the couch ,thighs spread ,unwrapping his food. He looked so comfortable and something about it was vaguely alpha male. It always made me feel squishy and soft around the edges. He patted his thigh, holding eye contact with me. "Come here baby come sit on Bubba's lap, don't be shy c'mere baby koala …that's it sweetie settle in."

 I whined softly, pouting deeply. I sat down slowly in his lap, maintaining eye contact with him, wide eyes checking for signs of discomfort. He scoffed, pulling me down until I could feel the warmth of his thighs and firmness of his chest. He manhandled me between his thighs, letting me get comfortable in my usual position: straddling his lap with nose in his clavicle to inhale his woodsy cologne. Goosebumps bloomed on my skin, my spine tingling from the way he was murmuring into my neck. 

"Doesn't my lap feel nice and comfy much better than yucky big girl chairs huh…Do you love your Bubba? Can I get a kiss?"

"I lub you Bubba,"I mumbled into his cold cheek, my warm glossy lips leaving a pink waxy sheen.

"I love you too, baby koala. Is that a J pendant? Appa loves his baby peaches huh? You're an Appa girl?"

"Yeah!"

"What about Hobi? And Bubba? Who's your favourite?...Baby koala?" he patted my bum, receiving no response. I wasn't going to answer that question at all. I snuggled in deeper, taking a deep whiff of his cologne. I was susceptible to smells and Bubba's aroma always made me weak. 

"Little one?" Hobi sung.I popped my head out."Everything okay?"

I nodded, nuzzling back into Bubba's pulse point, closing my eyes to inhale his smell."Baby koala, come get your nuggs," Bubba held one up for me to my mouth for me to nibble. I tried to reach out for it but he pulled it back. 

"Uh uh, you must be so tired from bringing up these bags, let Bubba feed you."Papa cooed,dragging his chair closer to the couch.

Hobi mumbled,"you're lucky you're so cute," retrieving my Mang feeding tray from my backpack ,setting out my food in the spaces on the tray. He got my sippy of juice that Appa packed for me too.

"I love having my little baby koala wrapped up in my arms." He kissed my forehead before  taking a bite of his burger. Papa watched me chew, making a funny face to make me giggle. "Come baby,"Bubba broke off a piece of his burger into a bite sized piece,"take a bite of this, eat up for Bubba….no arms down let us feed you...Is it good?"

I nodded excitedly,cheeks full of food like a chipmunk.

"Baby rainbow, try my chilli fries…chugga chugga choo-choo mmmm yumyumyum," Hobi smiled, scooping some sauce off my chin with his fork to let me eat the sauce. "Let Hobi see if Appa packed you a bib in your baby bag."

Appa pulled up to pick you up, the driver parking the S-Class. He was flicking through his phone gallery at your pictures. Jin hated being away from you. He switched screens to new dresses from Moschino that you would like, he wanted to start a colourful closet and have Hobi have an OCD moment and organise everything by colour. 

He sighed, closing his new Samsung foldable phone. He rested his head back watching Hobi and Namjoon bring you out. You were perched on Hobi's hip, face pressed into his shoulder. Namjoon carrying out your backpack and food.

Jin opened the door for you watching security pile around you in the underground parking lot. One of them opened the door,"Is that my cub?" Appa grinned, tugging off his mask.

"Appa!" You cheered cutely, voice like a bell.

"My cub!" He cheered letting you sit in his lap,"and look who's with me?"

"Awr J!"

Jin swore he carried your RJ plushie around like a Gucci purse. All the boys did now, you just loved stuffies. Especially when they smelled like a daddy. You climbed out of his lap to Rj, clicking off his seat belt. Jin put in a soft seat belt cover knowing how it scratches your neck when you wear it. 

"Is Yoongi's car here? I want her in her car seat today,"

"He just left," Namjoon and Hoseok looked over Jin noticing he was matching you, feeling infinitely jealous that he didn't match your clothes. 

"Aish,well that means my cub can sit in my lap for the drive home? And Bubba and Hobi will see you at home? You can take a nap on the way and then Appa can get you to a bath with lots of bubbles and bath toys?"

"Yayy!" You cheered snuggling into his side.

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[whats-k-popping]

i just read your namseok fic, it was so good omg. i'm like...super wanting to read sick namjoon, so could you do kind of a scenario where all the members are away besides namjoon and a caretaker of your choice, and namjoon gets food poisoning or something?? i loved your fic, it was really well written. and i liked the long-lead up, and the way the caretaking was, so could you do some of that like...subtle noticing action in this?? i hope that makes sense lol

AWWW thank you so much! I'm honestly so flattered that you enjoyed my namseok fic. Your Namjoon fics are always exceptional. They make my day! I'm actually writing a continuation of that roommates fic. I hope you'll enjoy that as well.

But thank you so so much for the request! I loved the prompt, as soon as I read it I came up with this idea and got hooked. I really enjoyed writing this, and got very into it if 4000+ words is anything to go by. LOL. I hope the fic is what you were looking for.

Title: Doctor's Orders

Pairing: Namkook - Platonic intentions.

Words: 4596

Warnings: Emeto || Injured member || Graphic descriptions of illness || Sick members

"Wait, who's going to stay back with Jungkook?" Hoseok asks the fellow members of the rap line. The three of them are gathered in the fourier, preparing to leave for their separate schedules when Hoseok remembers the maknae. The rappers look back and forth at each other, each one waiting for the other to claim responsibility. When no one immediately offers, Hoseok decides to excuse himself. "I can’t stay back. PD-nim has me leading a dance class for new trainees today." 

Yoongi is next to offer up an explanation for his silence, "I have a production meeting with a client." He and Hoseok look to Namjoon, waiting for him to share what his day has in store.

Namjoon sighs, he knows those are two things his hyungs can't exactly move around. And he doesn’t really have anything time-sensitive or major on his schedule. So despite the fact that he was excited to get back into his studio, he slides his shoes off and removes his coat. "Guess that means I'm staying back."

"Are you sure it’s okay? Maybe we can text Jin-hyung or-" 

Namjoon cuts Hoseok off before he has time to come up with any other unrealistic solutions. He and Hoseok both know that the remaining members of the vocal line are working on a solo track. They won’t be back to the dorms until nightfall. "It's fine. My schedule is pretty empty today anyway. I was going to spend time in my studio. But I can just work on lyrics here."

Jungkook can hear them talking about him from where he’s sitting in the kitchen, he hears them bickering over who has to look after him. He already feels bad enough that he’d gotten himself injured in the middle of their schedules. It was an accident, but now he’s on a two-week break until his ankle heals enough to resume schedules. And that’s only the minimum time frame. Only if the doctor clears him. 

They had to slow down comeback preparations because of him. And now other members have to hold back on their schedules, too. It’s annoying, not to mention embarassing. He hates being an inconvenience to the group. "I'm 25. I don't need a babysitter." He calls to the rappers with a mouthful of cereal. It probably comes out with more attitude than he anticipates, but the whole situation is frustrating. He’s finding it hard to bite his tongue when everything just sucks so much. 

Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok pause their conversation and all turn in unison toward the maknae. He's seated at the kitchen counter, his crutches are nowhere to be seen. Probably left by his bed where he set them last night. They each send an exaggerated expression of shock his way. 

"The fact that you came to the kitchen without your crutches is proof enough that someone needs to be watching you," Yoongi starts the lecture. 

"We have a comeback coming up. We can't afford for your ankle to get any worse. We're cutting it close as it is," Namjoon’s practical response. 

"We need our center in peak condition. It's only two weeks. Just follow the doctor's orders," and there’s Hoseok’s concern, masked as a compliment and filled with hope. But just as firm as the other two.

No matter how the hyungs word it, Jungkook just hears the same thing: stop being a brat and use the crutches. But he doesn't want to. He doesn't think he needs to. His ankle doesn't hurt that much. And it's not like he's trying to dance, or even run. He just wanted breakfast. But in the end he holds his tongue. He knows these aren't the hyungs he should try to argue with. It won't get him anywhere; the rap line is notorious for their stubbornness when it comes to expectations. So he just rolls his eyes and goes back to the almost-soggy cereal in the bowl. 

When Jungkook doesn’t answer, the rappers turn back to their previous conversation. “Namjoon-ah, you’re sure you’re good to spend the day at the dorms?” Yoongi asks one final time. 

Namjoon nods, “Yes, it’s not going to make a big difference in my schedule. And I’ll make sure Jungkook-ie stays off his ankle.” He hears their ride pull up in front of the dorms, “Now go, you guys have meetings to get to.” He all but pushes them out the door. 

"Thanks, Joon-ah. If you need anything just text us." Yoongi remarks before he and Hoseok finally step out. 

Namjoon watches the two of them get into the car before he turns back and heads to the kitchen himself. He’s got a hand over his stomach; it’s rumbling angrily for food. He was going to pick up something to eat on the way to the company building, but now he’s just going to have to make do with what’s in the fridge. 

Regrettably, there isn’t much. He was hoping for some leftover take out he could easily heat up, but there’s nothing already made. So unless he wants to eat cold cereal, he’s going to have to cook. Not his strong suit, but he feels he’s gotten better over the years. He’s confident he can whip up something; it might not be great, but it should at least be edible. 

He grabs the carton of eggs from its designated shelf and sets them on the counter. An omelet should be easy enough. He doesn’t even want to go fancy with any meat or vegetables. Just the eggs are enough. He wanders around the kitchen to collect the rest of the supplies he’ll need for the meal. 

Jungkook watches hesitantly as Namjoon rips the kitchen apart in search of a frying pan. It’s no secret to anyone that Namjoon’s cooking skills are below average. And eggs can be tricky. At this point he’s worried for his hyung’s safety. And also for the kitchen’s safety. “Hyung, can I cook breakfast for you?” Jungkook asks, small and eager and not trying to let any of his doubts show. 

But Namjoon’s quick to refuse with a comforting reminder that “I’m here to take care of you. Not the other way around.” he warms the frying pan he finally found and starts whisking some eggs. Jungkook rolls his eyes again and moves to stand from the barstool. But Namjoon stops him. “You’re not moving from there until you have your crutches.” He scolds. 

“Really, hyung? I’m just going to the living room. It’s only 10 steps away. Which is really only 5 steps on my ankle.” Jungkook pouts. He hates being scolded. 

“You shouldn’t be taking any steps on that ankle until the doctor clears you.” Of course, Namjoon doesn’t budge. “Now, where are they?”

Jungkook’s pout turns to a scowl, which earns him a warning glare from Namjoon. The older man won’t ask again. Jungkook bites his tongue and takes a deep breath. It’s going to be a long two weeks. "In my room, by the door.” He confesses, defeated. 

“I’ll go get them.” Namjoon put the bowl of eggs down. He’s almost out of the kitchen when he looks back at Jungkook. “Do not move until I get back.” It sounds more like a threat than a command. Jungkook complies. 

Namjoon returns quickly with the crutches and passes them off to Jungkook. He watches intently as Jungkook situates himself on them and makes his way to the living room. Namjoon’s got an eagle’s eye on his injured ankle, making sure it never hits the floor. Not even as he’s sitting down. When Namjoon’s satisfied, he turns his attention back to his breakfast. 

After Namjoon finishes his meal, he cleans the kitchen and goes to join Jungkook in the living room. Jungkook’s sitting on the couch, watching TV and messing around on his phone. Namjoon’s got his lyric book and his laptop. He’s alternating between sending emails and writing verses. Occasionally, he tunes into the drama Jungkook’s watching, asking a hundred questions about the plot. 

Time moves slowly. Every so often, Namjoon will gently remind Jungkook about his ankle care. “The doctor said you’re supposed to keep it wrapped.” “Try not to bend it, keep your feet flat.” “I think you should elevate it. Put your foot on these pillows.” Jungkook knows it all comes from a place of concern, but it’s hard not to lose his temper with the leader. Jungkook was there where the doctor gave all the instructions. Jungkook knows what he should be doing. But it’s not hurting him. Why should he give it attention if it doesn’t even hurt? 

Still, he doesn’t argue with Namjoon. So when the leader offers to get him an ice pack, he replies with a curt, “Okay, hyung.” His focus doesn’t leave the phone. 

Namjoon stands up and a loud belch escapes from his throat. It’s wet and smells a lot like the eggs he ate in the morning, only much more sour. He grimaces at the taste it leaves in his mouth.

Jungkook’s attention finally shifts to his hyung. It’s not uncommon for the members to burp freely around one another when the cameras aren’t rolling. They’ve been living together for years, it’s not taboo. But Namjoon never lets out anything that loud. Jungkook’s concern peaks, but he treads lightly around the topic. “That sounded gross. You good?”

Namjoon quickly nods, putting a hand on his stomach just in case there’s another. There’s a gurgling feeling, and Namjoon can’t tell if it’s just normal digestion or something else. He’s got a blank expression on his face as he waits for his stomach to settle. After a few seconds, he lets out the breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Yeah, I’m good. Think I just stood up too fast and things shifted in there. Sorry, I’ll get your ice now.” Once he’s sure that nothing else is going to slip out, he gets the ice pack and settles back onto the couch. 

Jungkook’s not really paying attention to the TV anymore. And he’s scrolled through every app on his phone. Instead, to occupy his time, he’s studying Namjoon. The leader is hunched over his laptop, eyes focused on the screen and fingers moving swiftly across the keys. He’s not letting on any signs of discomfort. But Jungkook knows it’s there. Jungkook hypothesized from that first belch that the leader wasn’t feeling well. They’ve known each other for almost a decade. Jungkook knows all their tells by heart by now.

What Jungkook doesn’t understand is why Namjoon’s trying so hard to hide it. He’s usually one of the more vocal members of the group when it comes to being forthcoming about symptoms. Jungkook can’t even recall how many lectures he’s sat through to discuss hiding injuries or illnesses. Namjoon’s always reminding them that it’s dangerous and that they should put their health first. Because without health, they wouldn’t be able to do as much as they do. So for Namjoon to be doing exactly that, it seems hypocritical. 

Of course, Namjoon must have a reason. Jungkook knows that Namjoon always has a reason for everything he does. Are they always valid? Up for debate. But there’s always a reason. And Jungkook can’t help but feel like he’s the reason. It doesn’t help the guilty feeling he was already fighting from having his hyung stay back from work. Maybe if Jungkook could be trusted to take better care of his ankle, Namjoon would feel more comfortable confiding in him. Maybe if Jungkook hadn’t injured himself in the first place, they’d all be at the company building and Namjoon wouldn’t even be sick. Jungkook’s mind floods with reasons the whole situation is all his fault.

Namjoon can feel Jungkook’s eyes on him, scanning over him. It feels like Jungkook’s playing I-spy with his body, looking for some kind of clues. Looking for the tiniest, smallest sign of the leader’s composure wavering. He won’t allow it though, resolving to push through the sudden onset of nausea. 

So Namjoon tries to keep his stomach’s aching at bay. He’s hoping the TV volume is loud enough to mask the gurgling noises his stomach is making. He decides to raise it three bars, just to make sure. He doesn’t want Jungkook to worry about him. That’s the exact opposite of what he’s there for. He’s supposed to be taking care of Jungkook. That’s his purpose. His hyung entrusted Jungkook’s recovery to him; he can’t let them down.

But the aches eventually turn to harsh cramps that stretch through Namjoon’s whole stomach. The gurgling is almost volcanic. It feels like fireworks are erupting inside his body. Nauseous hiccups that he stifles are all telling him that breakfast isn’t sitting well. He’s starting to think that maybe he undercooked the eggs. Shame, he thought they tasted pretty good. Pretty soon, they will want out. He’ll have to be discreet about that too. 

Namjoon wants to put his hands on his belly, he wants to rub away some of the cramps. He wants to push out some of the air that’s making him feel so bloated. But he knows that if he starts indulging like that, Jungkook would immediately know he’s not feeling his best. So he holds back. He keeps his hands focused on the keyboard and thanks his lucky stars that he chose to wear a baggy sweatshirt and loose fitting joggers today.  

He’s so focused on work. Namjoon’s hardly bothered by the hiccuping until one is accompanied by a gutteral sound that’s awfully close to a gag. He shifts himself away from the computer and peeks at Jungkook. He hopes the younger one hasn't heard that. 

But of course Jungkook heard. They are sitting right beside each other. He raises an eyebrow curiously, but before he can say anything about it, Namjoon speaks, “Have you taken any of the anti-inflammatory medicine today? You should probably take some for the swelling.” Jungkook looks down to his ankle. It’s not that swollen. Or at least not from what he can tell with it wrapped up in bandage tape. What’s the point of taking the medicine if it’s not badly swollen? Jungkook suspects Namjoon just wants to change the subject. 

“Ah, no. I didn’t take any today. It honestly doesn’t feel that bad, hyung. I don’t need it.” Jungkook answers, not missing the subtle way Namjoon’s biting on his lips and taking deep breaths through his nose. 

Namjoon’s stomach lurches in warning. He’s eager for any excuse to leave the room. Jungkook can’t see him be sick. And it’s getting harder to hold back as the seconds tick by. “Well, I’ll go get the bottle. Just in case. Is it in your room?” He asks, already halfway up the stairwell. 

“No, in the bathroom cabinet.” Jungkook calls back. 

Namjoon’s relieved to hear it’s in the bathroom. That was his first stop anyway. Once he’s out of Jungkook’s line of sight, he books it to the bathroom and lets the door slam shut behind him. He’s on his knees in front of the toilet with just enough time to burp up a thick murky yellow stream of breakfast. It’s followed by a hiccup that brings up another mouthful. They both fall heavily into the previously clean toilet water.

He takes advantage of the moments away from Jungkook to indulge in his previous desire to rub his stomach. He slides his hands under his sweatshirt and starts pressing on his bloated skin. It feels so hard, and so hot. Or maybe his hands are just cold. His stomach still feels heavy even after emptying. He knows there’s still more he needs to get out. It’s disheartening. He had hoped that it was just the food not sitting right. He’d hoped that after getting it out of his system, he’d be feeling better. But he’s starting to feel worse. He cringes at the realization that he’ll get worse before he gets better. 

But Jungkook’s waiting for him. And he’s going to be curious why it’s taking Namjoon so long to grab a simple bottle of pills. So he cuts himself off. There’s still more angry stomach contents raging inside of him. But he declares that they will have to wait. He’s supposed to be taking care of Jungkook, not taking care of himself. And he can’t burden Jungkook with his illness. Not while he should be focusing on his recovery.

With as much resolve as he can muster, he stands and rinses his mouth out in the sink. He rummages through the medicine cabinet in search of Jungkook’s medicine and stumbles upon the bottle of nausea-relief medicine that Hoseok swears by. He figures it can’t hurt. Hoseok probably won’t mind that he borrowed it. He serves himself a dose before going back downstairs with Jungkook’s pills. He sets them on the table beside Jungkook before walking to the kitchen. 

Jungkook keeps a watchful eye on Namjoon as he comes down the stairs. He’s pale. And he’s sweating. Like choreo run-though in mid-July sweating. Despite the fact he’s been in the dorms sitting on the couch all day. Jungkook’s no idiot, he’s not going to play-dumb any longer. “Hyung, are you feeling okay?” 

Namjoon returns from the kitchen with a glass of water and he sets it beside Jungkook’s pill bottle. “Yeah, I’m feeling fine.” His acting skills have improved, it’s almost believable. 

But Jungkook’s not deceived. “Were my pills not where I thought? It took you a pretty long time to get them.” He doesn’t want to call Namjoon out. If he were Seokjin or Yoongi, he wouldn’t have to hold back. Namjoon always does whatever those two ask of him. But Jungkook’s just the maknae. No one has to listen to him, especially not their leader. Still he’s eager to get Namjoon to admit he’s not feeling well. 

Jungkook never wants any of his hyungs to be sick. He knows it’s inevitable; they are human, and humans get sick. But when it does happen, he likes to be able to help. He likes to return all the favors his hyungs have offered him over the years. 

Namjoon shakes his head and regrets it instantly. He has to bring a hand to his head just to stop the room from spinning. It probably looks suspicious to Jungkook, so he masks it by pretending there’s an itch he needs to scratch. “No, they were in the cabinet. I used the bathroom while I was up there. Figured I wouldn’t waste the trip,” he chuckles for good measure, trying to lighten the mood. He knows Jungkook’s starting to worry. 

Wrong. Jungkook’s already worrying through his teeth. Namjoon looks mere minutes from passing out. Or from vomiting all over himself. Maybe a tragic combination of both. He wishes there’s something more he could do for him. But he knows any attempts at taking care of his hyung are just going to get shut down. He’ll probably end up getting scolded, lectured about focusing on his own health before taking on someone else’s. He considers calling one of the other members. 

Namjoon gasps and Jungkook’s on high alert. All of his attention is focused on Namjoon. “You haven’t had lunch yet.” Namjoon calls out, talking in Jungkook’s direction. Jungkook can smell the familiar stench of vomit on his hyung’s breath. It hurts him that he’s too late. He can’t shake the guilty feeling that Namjoon was curled over the toilet being sick all alone. With no one there to rub his back or remind him that he’ll be okay. The hyungs always do that for him whenever he vomits. It always makes him feel safe. 

Jungkook furrows his eyebrows. How can Namjoon be thinking about food? He’s certain that Namjoon’s still nauseous. He knows Namjoon threw up. He doesn’t think Namjoon could stomach food, not even the smell of it. He doesn’t want Namjoon to try. “I’m not really hungry right now. Maybe later.” 

Namjoon needs another excuse to leave the room. He needs to keep himself occupied. He needs to keep his mind off the nausea. He needs to keep his focus on taking care of Jungkook. The longer he sits there, the sicker he feels. And the more likely it is that Jungkook will catch onto him. “You haven’t eaten anything since breakfast. That was hours ago. You need to keep your strength up to recover. Besides, you can’t take your pills on an empty stomach. I’ll make you something.” Namjoon makes a move toward the kitchen but he feels resistance from the other end of the couch. 

Jungkook is quick to grab his wrist when he tries to leave, holding him in place. Jungkook notices Namjoon’s skin is warm to the touch. That’s not a good sign. “Can’t we just get something delivered?” He pleads. 

Namjoon tries to pull his arm back, but he’s lacking in his usual strength. Not like he’s any match for Jungkook’s strength anyway. “Delivery will take a long time. I can make instant ramyeon. Nothing complicated.” He desperately needs to leave the room. He swallows thickly, Hoseok’s medicine isn’t doing anything to relieve his nausea. Jungkook’s grip wavers and Namjoon pulls away. He beelines for the kitchen. 

Jungkook watches carefully as Namjoon moves through the kitchen. He moves from the pantry to the sink to the microwave swiftly. He’s not worried Namjoon will make a culinary folly here. He’s successfully made instant ramyeon probably thousands of times. Once he hears the telltale buzzing of the microwave, he relaxes a bit. Maybe he was worried for nothing. Maybe Namjoon’s stomach is stronger than he thinks. 

After Namjoon starts the microwave, he goes to check the carton of eggs he used in the morning. His jaw drops at the realization that the eggs are long expired, a full three months old. He curses himself for not checking the expiration date before cooking them. They need to do a better job at clearing out expired food. His stomach lurches just thinking about how outdated the eggs are. He feels sicker knowing that they are still swirling around inside his stomach. He needs to prioritize getting them out soon, before he ends up in the hospital. Does he need to go to the hospital for food poisoning? He’ll ask Seokjin or Yoongi when one of them gets home. 

The beeping of the microwave pulls Namjoon from his thoughts. When he opens the microwave, he’s slapped with the steaming aroma of the ramyeon. It’s too much for his sensitive senses. His body responds immediately, not giving him any warnings. Not even sparing him the time to get to the sink. He heaves right where he stands, creating a puddle on the floor and staining his shoes. Once it starts, he can’t stop it. Everything that’s been building up inside of him for hours pours out. It’s a roaring vengeance for trying to ignore it. 

Jungkook hears the initial heave and runs to the kitchen. He grabs a bowl to catch the next round of Namjoon’s vomit. He eases Namjoon to the floor, afraid that his hyung’s legs will give out at any second. His knees were already wobbling. Even with the leader seated on his knees, Jungkook doesn’t trust his balance and keeps a hand on Namjoon’s shoulder to make sure he doesn’t collapse into his own vomit. “I’ve got you, hyung,” Jungkook coaxes, “Get it out. You’re doing great.” His other hand rubs up and down the curve of Namjoon’s spine. 

“The e-eggs,” Namjoon struggles to speak between heaves, “expired. Food poi-poisoning.” Another thick stream of sick pours into the bucket. 

Jungkook sympathizes, cooing and coddling until Namjoon has nothing to bring up anymore. He was right. If he hadn’t injured himself, Namjoon wouldn’t be sick. If Namjoon had just gone to the company building and gotten something to eat there, he wouldn’t be in this situation. It is all his fault. He’s going to make it up to Namjoon, whatever it takes. 

Namjoon finally finishes. There’s still an aching in his stomach. He’s sure that the bacteria will be haunting his digestive system for the next few days at least. He doesn’t think he’ll ever want to eat eggs again. Not after this. Positively drained, he settles himself into Jungkook who accepts him with open arms. Jungkook gently squeezes his hyung’s shoulders. Contrary to popular belief, Jungkook gives the best hugs. He always uses just the right amount of pressure. He’s glad that Jungkook’s there with him. 

Wait. Jungkook’s there with him. And his crutches are nowhere nearby. “Jungkook,” Namjoon’s trying to sound intimidating, but his throat is destroyed from all the vomiting. It’s more of a croak than anything, “Your ankle.” Even as miserable as he feels, he’s concerned for the maknae’s recovery. Jungkook’s actually a bit impressed. 

Now that Jungkook thinks about it, his ankle is throbbing. Maybe the full sprint to the kitchen was not a great idea. But what was he supposed to do? Let Namjoon vomit alone while he hobbled clumsily to the kitchen? Not a chance. The instant he heard his hyung heave, he’d forgotten all about the doctor’s orders. He forgot about the crutches, the lectures, and the comeback. He’ll take another week of break over hearing Namjoon be sick any day. “Don’t worry about that right now, hyung. You’re sick.” He remarks, they’ll sort all that out later. “Let’s get you cleaned up. Then you can take a nap. Sound okay?” 

Namjoon simply nods. He doesn’t have the energy to argue. He does his best to not be too much of a burden to Jungkook. And he adamantly refuses when Jungkook offers to carry him to his room. He insists he can walk up the stairs, and he does, even if it takes ten times longer than it should. Jungkook helps Namjoon clean himself up and then gets Namjoon settled into his bed. Jungkook gets a bucket from the bathroom just in case. 

He sits with Namjoon until the older starts to drift off. “Sorry I couldn’t take better care of you, Jungkook-ie. Hyung was supposed to make sure you were taking good care of yourself. I was supposed to be taking care of you.”

“Oh, hyung. You did take good care of me. I’m sorry you got sick, but it’s not your fault.” He smooths over Namjoon’s sweaty hair, “And I don’t mind taking care of you, whenever you need it.” 

Namjoon smiles, “Jungkook. You need to stay off your ankle. Stay here. Please.” 

Jungkook laughs, picking his feet up to rest on the bed beside Namjoon, “Those are the doctor’s orders.” Namjoon quickly falls asleep and Jungkook follows quickly behind. 

Yoongi’s the first member home for the night. The first thing he notices are Jungkook’s crutches unattended in the living room. He’s then bombarded by the smells of vomit and wanders to the source of the smell. He notices the puddle of sick on the kitchen floor, the bowl of sick also sitting on the floor, and the open microwave with the untouched cup ramyeon on the plate. Namjoon and Jungkook are nowhere to be seen. He needs to find them, he needs answers. Specifically why neither of them updated the group chat. He specifically remembers asking Namjoon to reach out for any help. He runs to Jungkook’s room and finds it empty. His next stop is Namjoon’s room. He finds them both sleeping soundly on the bed. He decides he’ll get answers later. For now, he has a kitchen to clean. And maybe a cup of ramyeon to reheat.

A/N: As always, thanks for reading to the end! Feedback is always appreciated. And please let me know if I missed any tags or TWs. Please call me out for any errors you notice!

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[7ndipity]

Aftercare Headcanons

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: How each member would handle aftercare with their S/o

Warnings: mentions of sex(nothing explicit tho), not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this!(note: since I did a similar list for Hobi a while back, part of his section is kinda reiterations from that post).

Masterlist

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Jin:

Aftercare with him is pretty quiet, tbh. He tends to get a lil shy after sex, especially if it was a rougher, more intense session, so he mainly likes to just hold you and talk for a while to help you both calm down.

He’s pretty simplistic when it comes to his routine(hydrate, wash up, sleep), but he’s super cute and gentle about the whole process, cracking lame jokes here and there to make you laugh(lowkey bc it’s part of how he checks to make sure you’re in a good headspace afterwards, but also just bc it’s Jin)

Lots of soft kisses and lingering touches as the two of you clean up(loves showering with you and would totally just stay in there hugging you till the water runs cold)

Will happily make you both some snacks if you’re hungry, but he definitely needs a nap with you to fully recharge.

Yoongi:

As I’ve said before, acts of service is his main love language, so this is very much his wheelhouse.

He’s surprisingly cuddly after sex, especially if it was a more intense session. He finds quiet skinship afterwards even more important than during the act. He might restrict your hands so you can’t touch him during sex, but afterwards he’s making sure to hold them and let you touch and feel him, helping both of you ground yourselves.

He might not be the most elaborate with his routine, but he’s very serious about the basics. Like, he knows you might feel too tired to do much, but he will nag your ear off about dehydration and the dangers of UTIs if he has to till you drink some water and go to the bathroom.

He kinda melts when you look after him too, tending any scratches or marks and offering to massage any sore muscles. He’s used to being the one in the caregiver role, so when the roles reverse, he turns into the softest baby.

Hobi:

He��s so soft and giggly after sex, his hands never leaving you, playing with your hands as he leaves little kisses all over your face, speaking softly as he asks how you feel and if there’s anything you need.

He tends to go into caretaker mode a lil bit, making sure you have some water, maybe a snack if you feel up for it, carefully checking you over for any marks or sore spots that need extra care if it was a more intense session.

He almost forgets to look after himself as well until you kinda take the reins on him, treating him in much the same manner as he does you. Loves when you wash his hair for him in the shower.

After you’re both clean and back in the bed, he likes to just kinda hang out with you, watching a movie or show together, even though he almost always ends up falling asleep while you play with his hair.

Namjoon:

Honestly, he gets a little shy/nervous during aftercare? He knows he has a tendency of getting pretty rough even during softer sessions, so once he calms down and his head clears, he wants to make sure you’re okay and that he didn’t go overboard.

Handles you so tenderly and with so much gentleness. Takes a lot of pride in getting to look after you in such intimate ways, washing and drying your body, helping you get dressed, making sure you eat and drink something before you fall asleep, etc.

Absolutely melts at the way you take care of him afterwards too, always ready with gentle reassurances and soothing touches as you work out any soreness he has(could honestly lead to a super soft round two if you’re not careful)

He doesn’t usually fall asleep that quickly after sex, so once you’re both clean and settled in the bed or wherever, he likes to talk for a while till one of you falls asleep, tending to get a little sentimental as he goes on.

Jimin:

He’s so sweet and comforting after sex, aftercare with him would be full of the softest touches and kisses, refusing to leave your side for more than a minute(unless you want some time by yourself, then he’s waiting impatiently for the second you say okay so he can tackle you for another cuddle session)

Likes just getting to lay with you for a while as you come down, talking quietly while running his hands over your body absent-mindedly or playing with your fingers to help you both ground yourselves.

Takes looking after you quite seriously though, making sure you drink enough water and do some stretches to relieve any soreness in your limbs before moving on to the shower to clean up(where he will continue to hug/cling to you as you help wash each other)

Gets quite tired afterwards, but will only fall asleep once he’s sure you’re both okay and tended to, either holding you close to his chest or vice versa.

Taehyung:

He’s usually super sleepy after sex, so initial aftercare is pretty basic, but still super important for both of you.

He tends to get really clingy, needing to hold you close as the two of you talk and get your bearings, seeking reassurance that you’re okay and that you both feel good, that you love him, etc.

Honestly, you might have to take the reigns a little bit to make sure you’re both clean and hydrated and taken care of in those ways before he falls asleep on you(he just feels soo subby to me, I can’t)

In the morning/after a nap however, you’re waking up to a bubble bath, food, massages, the full royal treatment. He basically waits on you hand and foot for the next couple hours to make up for his initial lack of focus.

Jungkook:

He is so soft but serious about aftercare. He knows he can be more than a little rough when he’s lost in the moment, so he tries to counter that by being extra gentle with you afterwards.

He has the whole thing down to a system, it’s almost like a post workout routine for him, (lowkey the type to high-five you afterwards like “good job babe”🙄)

He’s honestly kinda hyper about the whole thing? Like, as soon as he manages to catch his breath, he’s immediately up and all over the place, getting you both some water, helping you to the bathroom to wash up(will straight up carry you if your legs are shaky) grabbing some fresh sheets if needed.

It’s only once you’re both clean and tended to that he kinda starts to slump and gets tired and cuddly, snuggling close to you before dozing off.

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[alexlwrites]

𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑯𝒐𝒎𝒆

✿𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: OT7xReader

✿ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚:   The one where, after living abroad for years, you move back to Korea and your old high school friend Namjoon offers you his place to stay while you get settled, casually forgetting to mention that: a) he still had a massive crush on you. b) he lived with six other guys.

✿ 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔:  Romance, Humor, Fluff, College AU, angst if you squint.

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𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐎𝟑 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐨-𝐟𝐢

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Part 12 - What?

(<<< part 11)

Jin is sick.

Full on sick, bed-ridden, will-written (he left everything to his family dog, hoping to install chaos even in his after life), shivering in his near death state.

To sum up his pitiful state, Jin had the flu.

As the eldest, he was always thrown into the role of caregiver and he truly didn’t mind. Jin thrived knowing that his friends were well-fed and taken care of and the apartament wasn’t a pit of despair, dirty laundry, testosterone and food poisoning. Taking care of others filled him with prime and a beaming sense of purpose. He liked his loved ones happy and, furthermore, he liked being the one to provide said happiness, whether for his amazing cooking abilities or gentle, refined comedy.

But now, nearing the end of his life by the hands of a sneeze that just wouldn’t snooze, he regretted spoiling his dongsaengs rotten, because none of them had a single clue on how to help him or, at the very least, not worsen his state. 

Namjoon’s voice echoed from the kitchen, a place he had been previously banned from, but brought back to in those desperate times “How much sugar do I put in this?”.

Nevermind. Jin wasn’t that desperate. 

“None!” he coughed , feeling his soul leaving through his mouth as he hacked his lungs out “It’s a soup, you tall noodly buffoon.” 

“What’s going on?”

Jin turned his red, teary, tortured eyes towards the door, where you stood with your backpack, taking off your shoes.

Namjoon scurried from the kitchen, seemingly untormented by the cloud of smoke left behind him and the alarming wheezing sound that foreshadowed nothing good.

“Y/N!” he called sweetly and leaned in to kiss your cheek, a brazilian habit he picked up from you, but funnily enough only seemed to use with you “Jin is being mean to me!”

Ugh. As if Seokjin wasn’t sick enough, he was then forced to watch his back-stabbing, sugar and baking powder wielding, Big Bird of a friend drape himself over your much smaller and much less Sesame Street looking body.

Jin wasn’t in his clearest state of mind, so he didn’t stop to ponder on the implications of the ache in his chest and the twisting sensation in his stomach at the sight, chalking it off as one of the symptoms of his imminent doom and not at all a sign for something much bigger and catastrophic.

“Why are you being mean, Jinnie?” you asked as you removed the koala-like grip Namjoon had on you and put away your stuff.

“He’s trying to poison me” he croaked from his pitiful burrow in the L shaped couch “Putting sugar in the soup.”

“Joonie, please we have talked about this. More than once.” Jin couldn’t help but purr with satisfaction as you chastised his lanky friend. Finally, he thought, sweet vindication “Don’t worry, Jin, I’ll get you something to eat.”

Those last few words sounded as if they were whispered from a thousand miles away, barely background noise as Seokjin once more slipped in and out of consciousness.

When he woke up again, there was a cold towel against his forehead and a pleasant smell filled his senses. You stood by his side, holding a bowl of something that smelled absolutely divine and Jin had a short, intrusive thought that this is what heaven looked like.

“Good to see you awake.” you said as his eyes blinked open “Sit up, I made you soup. Sugarless. You should get something to eat.”

Jin stretched his tired body, feeling the dull ache in his muscles complain about the movement. HIs fever seemed to have gotten better, but there was still some uncomfortableness left by his sweaty, snotty state.

Even so, he betted he still looked great. Sexy even, in a plague-esque, victorian child sort of way, like Timothee Chalamet. Hotter, both in looks and temperature, than most men in his life.

“Where’s everyone?” he asked, noticing the empty and unusually silent and peaceful apartament. 

“They left a while ago. Joonie had classes.”

“Ungrateful bastards” he mumbled “I could’ve died since then!”

“From the flue?”

“From resentment!”

You laughed, placing the porcelain bowl carefully in his hands “Trust me, you don’t want any of them taking care of you.”

“Maybe Yoongi.”

“Yeah” you agreed “Maybe Yoongi.”

He ate in silence for a while, watching you make yourself busy around the room, unpacking your school bag and fixing yourself something to eat. “How are you feeling now?” you asked after sometime in quietude.

He coughed, folding over himself as his whole chest heaved in a violent fit. “Better”

Your arched a doubtful brow “You sure?”

Jin raised two thumbs, smile looking like a grimace. 

“Yeah, very convincing except for the snot and smoker’s cough you have” you said, pushing him to lie back on the couch, hands on his burning chest “Stay down, soldier, I’ll take care of you.”

Those words sparked something in Jin’s chest, a sudden rush of fondness and affection that heated his cheeks even more. He had proudly and happily taken the role of caretaker in their friend group and never resented, but there was no denying the warmth that sentence brought him. 

Your relationship with him had always been casual, at best, just exchanging crossed jokes and puns that made no one else laugh but the two of you. And although he liked to joke about your position as his future wife, there hadn’t been many attempts from either parties to deepen your friendship. You were just… Comfortable, Jin guessed. There was no strain to keep a conversation going, no awkward stepping around each other like there usually was in the beginning stages of getting to know someone.

Maybe it was your similarities that made you so at ease around each other, Jin pondered, weirdly contemplative in his pile of sickness by the couch. You were both the funniest people alive, great cooks, caring and exceedingly beautiful indivi- 

Woah, he paused. When did he start thinking you were beautiful - exceedingly so? You were cute, sure, but beautiful? His eyes followed you across the room as you cleaned up the slight mess scattered around the space, accessing your features: lit up eyes, easy smile, soft looking hair and skin that begged for him to reach out and touch…

Jin halted his dangerous line of thinking. Was this a side effect of the flu or an epiphany? Was the pounding of his heart just a sign of the decomposing of his body or just the feeling of unbound gratefulness at being taken care of? Or was it just…

You.

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You. 

Jungkook thought about your existence within his life half wistfully and half infuriated. You were simultaneously the reason why he had a hard time leaving his room after waking up and paradoxically the current only reason he did. There was nothing new about early mornings with his hyungs hogging the coffee and sleeping on top of the dinner table, but seeing you by the kitchen sink or holding stupid Yoongi’s stupid hands always kickstarted his heart, even if painfully so. He had been living with you for quite a few weeks now and his body and soul had yet to get accustomed to your presence in his routine - still, you were everywhere, from your perfume invading his senses to his Marvels movies he could never watch the same way now that he knew how it felt to see them with your arms around him. 

Jungkook had to act. Not only because he couldn’t hold his feelings inside his surprisingly muscular chest, but also due to the movement he could see happening around the house hold. From Namjoon clinging onto you like a disease, to Hoseok’s threats and Yoongi’s silent plottings, Jungkook knew if he didn’t do something, someone else would.

And he was nothing if not a sore fucking loser. 

So Jungkook got to planning, cataloging everything he knew about you and your routine to come up with the perfect moment to ask you out. He had not gotten as far as considering what he would do if you said yes (start dancing? Yell? Fireworks? Punch Namjoon in celebration? Who fucking knew) but in order to not panic he had to take everything one step at a time and hope for the best, even if his previous relationship histories pointed in a different direction.

On the day he chose as The Perfect Day™, no one was supposed to be home, out having classes, at work or spreading havoc somewhere around campus ( mainly Taehyung and Jimin). No one, except you, enjoying one of your rare days off. 

He had armed himself with an arsenal of your favorite things, from pastries to flowers, one more tube of lipgloss to add to your insurmountable collection and crocheted trinkets he tried to make himself but turned out looking like unidentifiable blobs (he hoped he could charm you with his attempt, at least). He practiced his speech until the words left his mouth automatically, leaving no room for mistakes or blabbing. 

And he hoped, God did he hope, that you would give him the time of your day and spare him of the misery of having you so close and not being able to touch. 

But things started going south as soon as he reached the first step of the stairs up to their apartament and ran face first into Hoseok, carrying a bouquet of roses and a bag from the same bakery Jungkook had just visited.

They stared at each other in dumbfounded silence for a few seconds, seeing but not processing each other’s presence and what it meant until Hoseok said “What are you doing?”.

Jungkook spluttered indignantly, “What are you doing?”

“I’m doing what I said I was going to do!” 

“So am I!” 

A second passed and no one moved. One second later, Jungkook bolted up the stairs, followed by his cursing hyung as he hoped that his toned thighs would give him an advantage in the race for your heart.

“I should be the one to ask her out!” Hoseok yelled from five steps behind “I’ve known her the longest!”

“And did nothing!” the maknae replied, starting to break a sweat “It’s my turn! You lost, old man!” 

“Old man? I’m only a couple years older than you! I’m Y/N’s age! Are you calling her old?”

That made Jungkook trip up a step, slowing down his ascent “No! At least I can call her noona! What can you call her, huh?”

“I don’t know what I’m calling her, but I know what I’m calling you when I’m throwing you down the stairs: an ambulance!”

“Better make sure they know how to fix your broken heart when she says yes to me!”

“And if she says no?”

***

And if she says no?

Rejection was never something Jin gave much thought about and he wasn’t about to start now. 

It was less about the belief that no one could reject him (although the concept did seem foreign to most) and more about rejecting the idea of missing opportunities due to fear of rejection. He could move on from being denied something, but never from regretting not taking chances.

And maybe this was a chance worth taking. Maybe, he thought while still observing you from his death bed (the couch), he could allow a joke to grow into something bigger and get to know you a little better. You didn’t have to start dating and then get married right away, but he saw potential in your congruent personalities. 

And what more could he ask from a woman besides a sense of humor and the ability to feed him without poisoning him? The universe had already handed you to him in a platter.

“Y/N” he called softly.

You raised your head from across the room and smiled softly, further finalizing his decision with the way your eyes lit up “Yes?”

“Go out with me.”

Your eyes widened in shock “What?”

“What?”

They turned their heads to the door, where Jungkook was pressed against it with eyes as big as saucers, holding it close with his weight before it burst open to a panting Hoseok and, in the back, an appalled Yoongi stepping out from the elevator.

“WHAT?”

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Agust Dad ⌬ ✐

Your a producer from another company that he happened to be collaborating with on his 2nd album D-2. At the release party— one drunk action leads to another, you do the worst thing you can do in the industry and change your fate forever..

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For You — yoongi⌬

Yoongi is the son of a big business man and is now the CEO of the million dollar company so naturally he grew up distant and stern. But suddenly, his attitude changes when he meets you, a local kind hearted stripper that catches his curiosity. He finds himself lost in your smile and warm spirit, despite him being the opposite. But he’s willing to let down his walls for you..

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You’ve been stalking your ex ever since you two broke up. And he’s aware of this, but you know he won’t stop you cause he’s a little attention whore. Until he starts seeing some else so you have to remind him who he belongs too..

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➭genre: little space, age regression, fluff, caregivers bts, little reader, maybe some of the members can be littles to idk, sfw, hurt/comfort, mostly no plot

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Invisible Bonds: The Power of Destiny

Author's Note: This fanfic contains possible strong language and explores themes of unconventional love. The relationship between the protagonists will be handled with sensitivity, without explicit scenes. If there are explicit scenes, readers will be warned. This fanfic focuses on the reader's relationship with Jungkook and Taehyung, separately.

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Chapter Fourteen

It was days of waiting for either of them to come back to the hospital to visit you. What to do, maybe you're a hypocrite. Sending two handsome men away and now wanting them back It seems a bit silly even to you. Your mother didn't leave your side, not for a minute. She only stepped away when some of your other friends came to visit. Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jin, and Jimin. They all came here to spend a few hours, or in the case of Jimin and Hoseok, the whole day with you.  You can safely say that you understand what Jungkook and Taehyung mean to you,  but without remembering them, it hardly matters. It's been almost three days since you returned home, and neither of them has shown up at your house. According to your mother, both of them call her. She said that despite not understanding your romantic life, she's happy that you'll definitely marry well. You're not so sure if she's right, but you don't know if you have an open enough relationship to tell her that you don't remember wanting to marry anyone. Your mother was a great caregiver, but you're feeling more liberated now that she's back home. And your first task is to go downstairs to fetch the mail. Using crutches makes it incredibly difficult to descend the stairs in your building.

"You need some help?" You look ahead and come face to face with Jungkook, who seems to have just come from a run, his hair wet and his face slightly sweaty. Truth be told, what a handsome man.

"I'd really appreciate it if you could help me with these crutches. Grabbing mail with them seems to be impossible." You say in response, not looking directly at him. There's always the risk of getting lost in his gaze and giving the wrong impression.

"Let me help you with that." He says, using the keys in your hand to open your mailbox. You take a deep breath, feeling Jungkook's scent fill the air of the lobby. He then places your mail in your hands and takes your crutches, handing them to you. You look at him with confusion, wondering what his plan is. Then he firmly puts his arm around you, lifting you up and placing you in his arms.

"You know that's not what I meant when I accepted your help, right?" You speak as he carries you to your apartment, which by the way, you're not sure how he's managing. Maybe he's a supernatural being, huh?

"All I know is that you're not in a condition to go up and down alone. I guess what you're trying to say is thank you." He doesn't seem too pleased. You look at him a little embarrassed.

"I'll put you down now, so get ready." He speaks as you search for a good response to give him. Nothing comes to mind. Maybe this accident has affected your ability to interact.

"Look, I... would like to apologize. I was rude that day at the hospital. Maybe because I'm confused. Maybe it's because..." Again, your ability to think of what to say escapes you. But Jungkook seems to be amused by this.

"Because I want you, Taehyung wants you, and you have no idea what you want?" He says, opening the door to the apartment for you. You then smile. It's funny to be in a confusing love triangle.

"Can I be honest with you? Like really honest?" You speak as you look into his eyes, now standing face to face with him just after he opened the door.

"It's hard to imagine a moment when you haven't been like this with me, but okay, be honest. Give me the truth, I can take it." Jungkook says playfully, which seems quite charming.

"Wanting isn't the issue. I don't even remember you guys, and I could easily want both of you back, with reciprocity. The problem is that you both seem to have deep feelings, something I don't have. And I hate to break it to you, I don't want to discover feelings." You say, being as honest as you can possibly be. The proximity between you two becomes more physical, giving you a sense that perhaps Jungkook is less disappointed than you imagine.

"When we talk about wanting, you mean..." Jungkook seems to be teasing, which is quite pleasant. Flirting is something new since you lost your memory.

"I mean, if you were to kiss me right now, I'd be okay with that. But if you want to sit down and talk about feelings, I'll save it for another time." You speak straightforwardly. Was that how you were before, or is it a new aspect of your personality?

"I believe a kiss is worth more than just an 'okay,' but let's see how you feel about it in practice." He says, pulling you closer and kissing you. But contrary to what you expected, it's a gentle kiss. A kiss that stirs your emotions, which you now can see is Jungkook's objective. But you can't seem to pull your lips away from his. It feels like a kind of addiction, something you want to hold onto. In fact, you're holding onto Jungkook tightly to keep him as close to you as possible. Until you stagger, almost falling.

"You want to, um... have some tea with me?" You say, adjusting yourself and heading towards your apartment. Now, what you want is a long make-out session with Jungkook.

"I don't know, maybe it's too much for you. Not to mention I need a shower." He replies, teasing you.

"You have two seconds to come in here, close the door, and seize this opportunity. If you want, you can take a shower here. I have a great washer and dryer." You suggest nonchalantly but hoping he accepts. There's a fire burning inside you, and he seems to be the cure for it at the moment.

"You know that means you're going to see me naked, right?" He says, closing the door, and you smile, leaning against the corner of the couch. He then comes towards you, and you kiss him again. There goes your time to be alone and reflect on what's best for you.

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Fever dream Taehyungie. I read some fics with this and I'm hooked.

Choose whoever you like as the caregiver and whatever other sickness you want to add. I have no problem with emeto 💜

Fever Dreams, Hyung's Don't Leave (sick TH)

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Sick: Taehyung

Caretakers: ot7, Yoongi, Jungkook, Seokjin

Tw: emeto, vom**, mentions of nausea, stomach pain, dizziness, fevers, nightmares, puking

Word count: 1744

Thanks for the request, anon!! I really enjoyed this, and I hope it's what you had in mind 🫶

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Cold. Taehyung was so so cold. And... where are his hyungs? One second they were right there, and now it's all dark? They were with him before he got sucked into dreamland? But now he feels freezing and so... alone. "Hyungs?" Taehyung wants to reach out but his arms feel like lead and won't cooperate.

Shadows were growing around him and his brothers were becoming distant, his cheeks are wet with tears and he wants to yell for them to come back but the sounds don't make it past his throat. Did they really leave him?

"Taehyungie!"

He woke up with a sharp gasp, almost instantly dissolving into tears that wrack his frame. Yoongi is quick to pull him into an embrace, cradling his head into his chest. Despite the younger being taller than he is, Taehyung looks so small in the rapper's arms. "You're burning up, Taetae." Yoongi says, feeling warmth radiating off of the younger's skin.

"I'm c-cold... w-wh-where are the others?" Taehyung's head perks up, eyes wide and scared. The dream felt so vivid. "Hyungie, are they gone?" Taehyung suddenly tries to stand up, pulling away from Yoongi's grasp.

"Woah, careful." Yoongi rushes to help Taehyung and sits him back down with little effort needed. "They're okay, Taehyungie." He comforts, rubbing his back in circles. "I-I need to see them, h-hyung—" Taehyung cries, gripping onto Yoongi like a lifeline.

"Shh, okay. Let me get Jinnie and the others." Yoongi takes out his phone, frantically spamming Seokjin's number. All of Taehyung's weight is up against Yoongi and the flow of tears has him biting his lip in worry. "Yoongi-ah?" Seokjin sheepishly walks into the room, rubbing his eyes and taking a split second to register Taehyung.

"Oh, Taehyungie, baby." Seokjin rushes over, petting and soothing over his hair as Taehyung instinctively reaches for the eldest. "H-hyung... I thought you left me." Taehyung mumbles, breaking out in tremors and moving to wrap an arm around his stomach.

"Of course not, baby. Gosh, you're so warm. Yoongi, what happened?" Seokjin turns to the rapper. "He was dreaming, kept calling out for us and now he's got a fever." Yoongi explains. They both look at Taehyung with pity, thinking on what to do. "We have to give him some medicine, he's way too hot." Seokjin concludes.

"No—I need to see Jiminie a-and Namjoon-hyung—" Taehyung sniffles, hiccuping between words. Yoongi sadly rubs his back, turning to Seokjin. "Aw Taehyungie... how about we go to the living room and I'll get the others?" Seokjin offers, using his thumb to wipe away the tears. Taehyung nods approvingly, somewhat calming down.

They go on either side of the younger, helping him to the lounge. Yoongi flicks on a couple lights, putting them on the dimmest setting. Taehyung reaches for Yoongi and he gladly holds him on the couch. Seokjin starts off at the closest bedroom. Jimin and Hoseok's.

"Hoseokie? Jiminie?" He calls into the dark room, walking in to find the two curled in each other's embrace, both their beds pushed together. They start to stir after a few taps. "Sorry guys, Taehyungie is sick and a bit emotional. Can you both comfort him in the living room?" Seokjin explains in a hushed voice. It wakes them up and Jimin's eyes are already glistening with worry. "Of course, hyung." Hoseok replies. Onto the next bedroom.

"Namjoon-ah?" Seokjin hears the snoring cut off. "Hmmg..? Hyung?" The leader groans. "Can you go to the living room, please? Taehyungie has a fever." He says, gaining a hum as Namjoon swings his legs out of bed. And now, the maknae.

"Kookie?" Seokjin moves straight to the bed, gently rubbing over Jungkook's thigh. "Jungkook-ah." He tries again, making the lump roll over. "Taehyung needs you, Bunny." And that finally wakes him up. "Huh..? Is he okay?" Jungkook rubs his eyes, making a move to get up. "Fever, bad dream." Seokjin summarises, letting the youngest follow him back to the living room.

Taehyung is still next to Yoongi but Jimin is giving him a kiss on the cheek, Hoseok tying back his hair and Namjoon is standing nearby, not wanting to crowd the boy. "Taehyungie-hyung?" Jungkook says when he catches sight of the second youngest. He looks up from the couch and is visibly relieved. "You g-guys didn't leave?" Taehyung's lip quivers. The six of them butt in to reassure Taehyung, telling him they love each other way too much to even fathom the idea.

"Taetae, do you feel well enough to take some medicine?" Yoongi asks, all too aware of the sticky heat coming from the singer. He's still so out of it. "Mm.. I don't know." Taehyung pouts, "does anything hurt? Your ears, throat, head, stomach?" Jimin asks, kneeling down in front of Taehyung. "Tummy.. and my head feels dizzy." Taehyung concludes, just now picking up on the nausea washing over him in waves.

He shivers and curls up to Yoongi. "Hyung... I think I'm gonna throw up." Taehyung whines, face squashed into Yoongi's shoulder. "Aish–right now?" Yoongi looks to Hoseok for help, "I'll get a bag—" Hoseok dashes off, right as Taehyung moans in discomfort, chills going up and down his spine. Seokjin leaves to grab some towels and medicine. Namjoon and Jungkook take a seat on the other couch, talking to each other worriedly.

Hoseok comes back with a puke bag, quickly handing it to Taehyung who grips it shakily. "You're okay, Taehyung-ah." Yoongi starts rubbing up and down his back, sympathising when he feels his muscles clench and a dry gag escapes. Taehyung feels like he's on a merry-go-round, he's not enjoying it. Before he was cold and lonely, now he's covered in sweat, about to heave up his dinner. What a night.

He looks up from the bag, noticing Seokjin returning and all his brother's concerned faces. It makes him think back to his fever dream and a tear slips before a nasty heave takes over. It leads to a string of drool and acidic taste in his throat. Jimin uses his small hand to wipe away the tears, moving to sit next to Taehyung. "Let it up, Tae." Yoongi slips into daegu satoori, hoping to comfort the younger some.

Taehyung sucks in a deep, shaky breath before bringing up a mouthful of sick. It gets the momentum going and before he can relax, another bout exits him. "We're right beside you, Taetae. You're doing great." Hoseok comforts, looking away from the puke bag but also trying to support his dongsaeng.

Taehyung retches, spine curling over as he vomits. He feels so hot and sticky, tshirt plastered to his back. Seokjin uses a damp cloth to wipe Taehyung's forehead, holding it on as he coughs into the bag. "Namjoon-ah, can you get the thermometer please?" Seokjin asks, tone filled with concern.

"Sure, hyung." Namjoon responds quickly. "Ughh—my tummy doesn't feel good.." Taehyung whimpers, fingers still clutching the bag. Jungkook watches with sympathy. "Poor baby, Taehyungie. You'll feel better soon." Jimin rubs the 95's knee, Yoongi tracing along his back.

Taehyung doesn't feel like he'll ever get better. He would make another statement that he's dying, but a painfully dry heave cuts him off. It highlights just how empty Taehyung now is. But his stomach sets him off anyways, into endless (about 3) empty gags. "Tae-yah it sounds like you're finished. Wanna try relax a little?" Yoongi points out, slowly easing the younger's grip on the bag.

"Yoongi's right, Taehyungie. I'm sure Jungkook's happy to give you some company on the couch?" Seokjin smiles, and Taehyung swallows down a retch before weakly nodding. Yoongi manages to take the bag, making note to keep it away from Hoseok's general direction before disposing of it.

Seokjin and Jimin wipe down Taehyung's face, just as Namjoon comes back with the thermometer, holding it out. "Ah, thanks Joonie." Seokjin says, grabbing the device and hovering it over the second youngest's forehead. It beeps and reads, "39.1° (102.4°)" Seokjin says out loud, "shit. Taehyungie, you're really warm, how about we take your shirt off?" The eldest adds.

Taehyung nods, face blank and zoned out. "Arms up," Jimin helps take off the top, leaving Taehyung exposed on the couch. "Can I lay down with Jungkookie?" Taehyung looks up at Jin, then glances at the youngest. "Of course, Kookie? Is that okay?" Seokjin turns to Jungkook, who responds with a reassuring nod. Jungkook motions for Taehyung to come closer. With Hoseok's and Jimin's aid, Taehyung gets nestled on Jungkook's chest, both of them long ways on the couch. Jungkook has an arm tucked around Taehyung securely, while he listens to the soothing rhythm of Jungkook's heartbeat.

"Promise not to be sick on me?" Jungkook jokes, retracting the statement when Taehyung frowns sadly. "I'm sorry you're not feeling well, hyungie. You can throw up on me, that's fine." Jungkook kisses Taehyung's temple, ruffling his hair at the same time. At least that gets Taehyung to whimper-laugh, his body still isn't happy with him.

Before Taehyung lets himself drift off, he opens his eyes and scans the room. He sees five pairs of eyes staring back lovingly, the elder members smiling at the fondness between the two youngests. "Don't worry, Taehyung-ah. We'll be right here when you wake up." Yoongi hums, beginning to settle on one of their armchairs, letting out a huff when Jimin sits on his lap, but not making him move either. Fully reclining the other couch, Hoseok is comfortably squished between the leader and Seokjin.

"Okay, I love you, hyungs." Taehyung murmurs softly. He surrendered to the warmth of Jungkook's embrace, the presence of his brothers soothing him to not worry about any more dreams.

Hours passed and they slept semi-comfortably. Seven people in one living room was a lot. Slowly, Taehyung stirred awake, greeted by the gentle caress of Jungkook's hand on his head. Blinking away the sleep, he found himself still tucked up to Jungkook. "Hey there, sleeping beauty." Jungkook whispered.

Taehyung grinned weakly, "did I throw up on you?" He asked, voice raspy but amused. "Not this time, hyung." Jungkook chuckled. The lounge room was bathed in a morning glow, Taehyung noticed his other hyungs, still there and their expressions more relaxed. The worry he felt during his fever-induced dream was replaced by comfort, yes he was still uneasy but he now had some support.

"I told you we wouldn't leave, Taehyungie." Jimin chims in, perched on Yoongi's lap. "Thank you, Jiminie-hyung."

#bts #soft-for-yoongi writes #bts!sickfic #emeto #emeto mention #bangtan #emeto fic #sickfic #vomit mention #sick #sick!taehyung #caretaker!ot7 #taekook #taegi #bts sickfic #nausea #fever dream #feverish #vomiting #bts emeto #hyungs are sweet #requests #anon ask #tw vomit

[xoxiu]

twinkle - ot7 x reader

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summary: she had just wanted attention, that’s why she kept texting the strange number, updating him on everything in her life. little did she know how dangerous this relationship actually was. it had been jimin’s idea to kidnap the girl, but the ability to travel across the world to actually do it had been all hoseok’s doing. convenient how some things work, right? they knew that they were destined to have their baby with them, whether she wanted it or not.

tags/warnings: kidnapping, forced age regression, spanking, noncon, mafia au, drug use, stockholm syndrome, caregiver!bts, little!reader, nonsexual, diapers, panic attacks, fluff and angst, sickfic, referenced child abuse, unrequited love

taglist: @0funsite0, @frieschan

a/n: this chapter is more of a one-shot update i wrote 4-5 years after posting the first chapter

Ophelia was happy. All she knew was that she had her Daddies, and that she was finally safe. Those years of fending for herself were over, as she had seven caretaker tending to her every want and need. 

She recently developed a very nasty and long cold. Daddies moved a mattress down into the living room so they could keep an eye on her. At least two of them, usually Seokjin and Jimin, would sleep on the couches, and sometimes Namjoon or Hoseok would sleep on the mattress with her. 

Currently, Ophelia was laying down on the mattress, drinking a bottle full of juice and watching whatever anime Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung were watching. It was very rare that Ophelia ever got juice, and was savoring every second of the fruit punch taste. She played with the nipple of the bottle as she watched what appeared to be vampires on the TV fight with swords and magic. 

"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" Jin walked over to Ophelia, already hearing the wheezing sounds from her nose before he even got next to her. Ophelia didn't reply, only staring back at Jin with watery eyes. "Oh, honey."

"You might have to take her to Jackson-hyung," Jimin spoke up, "poor thing's been wiping her nose all day and coughing more than usual."

"That's what I had planned," Jin replied, taking the bottle away from Ophelia and replacing it with a pacifier. "He arranged to meet us at his office at noon today to see Ophelia."

It was already 10:30, and the drive into Seoul would be just over an hour, so Seokjin had to get Ophelia ready quick. It would be him and Namjoon taking her to the hospital to see Doctor Jackson and get her sinus issues checked out. 

Seokjin placed Ophelia on his hip, and she immediately buried her face in the crook of his neck.

"Bunny..." she mumbled, reaching a hand out towards Jungkook. Seokjin chuckled at how she was mimicking their nickname for Jungkook. She was just too adorable.

"No, no, baby. No bunny right now," Seokjin told the little, "We have to make sure you're healthy before you can have your bunny."

Ophelia pouted behind the pink pacifier in her mouth, and reached a hand out to Jungkook as Seokjin took her away. Jungkook playfully reached a hand out towards Ophelia in return, mimicking her sad pout as well. 

Throughout the years, Jungkook and Ophelia grew a special bond. Jungkook was the youngest Daddy, who did more play than discipline. Ophelia liked the he treated her as an equal almost, and loved that he always took her side whenever she was in trouble. 'She's just a baby,' he would say, 'She doesn't know any better.'

Seokjin took Ophelia out to the car, where Namjoon was already waiting in the passenger seat. Seokjin placed the little in her carseat and strapped her in snug. In the front seat, Namjoon reached into the center console for her iPad, unlocking it and turning on the YouTube Kids app.

"Here you go, Lia," Namjoon said. After a minuscule moment of silence, Seokjin looked at Ophelia in the rearview window.

"Ophelia," the girl in question shot her head up with wide eyes. She wasn't used to being called her legal name, unless she was in trouble. "Daddy just gave you that to play with. What do you say?"

"Thank you, Daddy." Ophelia said, but from behind the pacifier it sounded more like 'Tank chu 'addy'.

The car ride was mild at best. The only noise was from the cutesy songs coming from Ophelia's iPad (as well as the voices of Russian children, a weird and new part of YouTube that Ophelia has explored). Namjoon and Seokjin caught each other up on Ophelia's symptoms so they were on the same page at her appointment. The car came to a stop outside of Seoul National University Hospital, and Ophelia began to fuss and become distressed at the sight of the building. 

"Li li, it's okay," Namjoon said, turning around in his seat. "It's only for a few minutes, trust me."

Namjoon got out first and took Ophelia into his arms. He pulled her hood up as the breeze picked up, making the air slightly chilly. The three walked in through doors, and Lia was surprised to see very few people throughout the halls. She assumed the hospital would be filled with people and noise, but it was rather calming. 

They eventually entered a room where a man in a white coat was standing near a door on the opposite side of the room. 

"Jackson!" Seokjin smiled at the man, "It's so nice of you to do this for us."

"No problem at all," Jackson said, eventually locking eyes with Ophelia. She immediately turned to hide in Namjoon's shoulder, who only ran a hand through her hair in return.

"Oh my god, you guys. She is just the cutest thing," Jackson said in awe. He walked over to get a better look at Ophelia. "Hi, there. What's your name, sweetheart."

Ophelia attempted to nearly merge into Namjoon, wanting to get away from the stranger named Jackson. She didn't want to talk to him, see him, or let him touch her. He was scary. 

"Someone's just a little shy," Namjoon said, patting Ophelia's diapered bum. "This is Ophelia."

Ophelia was sat on a cold hospital bed as Namjoon and Seokjin sat in the chairs next to her. She immediately reached out to be held by them, but Namjoon wasn't sure if she would be allowed on his lap during her examination. He reached a hand out to hold Ophelia's, and that seemed to calm her nerves enough. 

"Okay, so I heard the little one has a bit of a sinus issue," Jackson said with a smile, "What exactly is she experiencing? A runny nose? Congestion?"

"She's had a constant runny nose, and every time she blows it there's blood and a lot of mucus. She also has been wheezing a lot, like she almost can't breathe through her nose with how congested she is." Seokjin looked over at the little, who was pulling her hoodie strings to hide her face in her hood. 

"Oh, and she's had a major headache and cough, too." Namjoon added on. 

Jackson hummed as he typed on his computer. "And how long has this been going on?"

"The runny nose? At least two months. The cough and headache just started recently." Namjoon replied as he reached out to pull the hood off from around Ophelia's face. She whined and kicked her feet in protest. Jackson seemed to pick up on her discomfort.

"How about you put her on your lap while I check her nose and such?"

Ophelia immediately reached out to be picked up by Namjoon. He held her on his lap while putting his hands over her's, forcing them to remain in her lap. Jackson approached them with a little black magnifying glass type device, and instructed Ophelia to stay 'extra super still' while he looked in her nose.

"Yup, it's definitely dry and inflamed. Nothing some nasal spray can't fix, thought." Jackson said, throwing away the tip of the tool.

Ophelia sat in her car seat sucking on the green apple lollipop Jackson had given her. She had a wide smile and giggled as they drove away. 

"Well, baby, how about we get you some McDonald's for being so good?" Seokjin asked, already knowing the answer. 

"MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS!" Namjoon chanted from the passenger side, causing Ophelia to giggle harder. 

"Can we get Bunny McDonald's, too?"

"Of course we can, honey."

Ophelia had the best Daddies.

#bts fanfic #bts x reader #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #bts #namjoon x reader #seokjin x reader #yoongi x reader #hoseok x reader #jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader #mafia au #bts little space #twinkle

[cuddlepilefics]

Too feverish to think + waking up puking

Fandom: BTS

Sickie: Yoongi

Caregivers: Jin & Namjoon

@monthofsick

TW: emeto, real person fiction

No one’s POV.:

Yoongi didn’t remember how many hours he had already spent at the studio. He had gone there right after their dance practice session, still wearing his sweaty practice clothes. That was also why he wasn’t all that surprised when he started to feel a little chilled. Putting on his hoodie, Yoongi used the cuff of his sleeve to wipe the sweat off his forehead. It was certainly weird to be sweating while goosebumps had spread down his arms but he didn’t think much of it. Producing didn’t come easy today either, the screen repeatedly blurring in front of his eyes. Maybe he should take a break. It had already been a long day, so it wasn’t all that shocking that he struggled to focus but Yoongi knew he had deadlines to meet, so it wasn’t all his choice.

He eventually accepted that he wouldn’t get much time for the time being, so he shakily got out of his chair and laid down on the small couch. His practice clothes stuck to his body but he couldn’t be bothered to change them. Maybe if he rested his eyes for a little while, the headache would go away and he could actually make some progress. Sure, the couch wasn’t the best option for Yoongi’s sore body but you take what you can get. A soft groan slipped from his lips when his head hit the cushion. Yeah, he really needed a nap.

When Yoongi woke up again, everything felt off. His vision was blurry and he barely managed to lift his head. There was a thumping pain behind his brow and a trickle of sweat ran from his temple. He needed water! Yoongi’s arms shook from the exertion when he pushed himself up, his vision going dark for a moment. Drawing a sharp breath, he swallowed down the nausea and got to his feet. Yoongi staggered to his desk and picked up the water bottle, only to realize he had emptied it earlier. Tears stung his eyes because his throat was so unbearably dry, he really needed a drink. He did have a few bottles in his mini fridge at the studio but goosebumps already pricked at his skin, so he knew having a cold drink would probably make him feel worse.

In the end, his thirst won and Yoongi uncapped one of the bottles, wincing at the cold condensation under his fingers. The first dew sips felt nice on his throat. So nice, in fact that he couldn’t stop himself from finishing the whole bottle despite the chill running down his spine. By the time Yoongi finished his drink, he was shivering incessantly and he could hear the water glugging in his stomach, the organ cramping painfully. He knew he shouldn’t have drank something so cold and especially not this much, the cold water not settling at all.

It didn’t take long for Yoongi to start shaking violently as the cramps morphed into nausea. The cold water had been a grave mistake and although his throat didn’t hurt anymore, it felt weird. Pushing away from the desk, he staggered to the door of his studio. For a moment, Yoongi weakly clung to the door frame in an attempt to regain his balance but with his stomach twisting angrily, he knew he had to hurry. Wincing as the bright ceiling lights aggravated his headache, he stumbled down the hallway and cursed the floor for moving under his feet. His hand trailing against the wall was barely enough to keep him upright as his ears started to ring. Yoongi felt his stomach gurgle and forced himself forward despite the ringing in his ears overtaking everything else and his vision growing fuzzy around the edges. His legs didn’t want to cooperate though and only a moment later, everything turned black.

Namjoon sighed as he exited the meeting he had had with their management. He was impressed how much people could talk about irrelevant things. Sure, he knew that a lot of work had to be done behind the scenes for their group to function and be successful but some of it felt unnecessary. Still, he wouldn’t miss it, who else would be there to advocate for his group? Namjoon was still deep in thought as he trudged to his studio and only noticed the crumpled figure in the hallway when he almost tripped over him. “Hyung?!”, the leader gasped, dropping to one knee next to Yoongi. Shaking the rapper’s arm, Namjoon eventually earned a weak groan. He startled when Yoongi shot up and tried to gently hold the older down, so he wouldn’t black out again. Harshly twisting to the side, Yoongi’s breath caught in his throat as a large wave of watery vomit gushed from his lips.

Though surprised, Namjoon wrapped his arm around Yoongi’s shoulders and steadied him as he choked up more. The rapper’s sleeve had taken the brunt of it, the soiled fabric clinging to his arm. Panting, Yoongi spat into the puddle but couldn’t get rid of the string of saliva dangling from his lips. “Hang on, I got you”, Namjoon shushed, pulling out a tissue. He carefully wiped the other’s lips and chin, humming: “You seemed okay during practice earlier. What happened since then?” The leader didn’t get any reaction and wasn’t sure Yoongi had heard him at all.

The rapper’s breath came in quick, little as his eyes filled with tears. So much was happening, yet his brain couldn’t keep up. His mind was so foggy and slow, he couldn’t comprehend why he was sitting in the hallway. All he knew was that he felt awful and his sleeve felt disgusting against his skin, which didn’t help the nausea at all. “Talk to me, hyung”, Namjoon frowned as he felt heat seep through Yoongi’s hoodie, needing increasingly more strength to keep the older upright, “What’s going on? You’re burning with fever.” Still unable to formulate a reply, Yoongi huffed a nauseous breath and forced himself to swallow the saliva pooling in his mouth.

Seeing that his inquiry wouldn’t go anywhere and he probably would get Yoongi to the bathroom by himself, Namjoon pulled out his phone and called Jin. Within only a couple of minutes, the eldest jogged down the hallway, heart racing at the pitiful state his oldest dongsaeng was in. Yoongi was still too feverish to think but dizzily stumbled along when Jin and Namjoon hoisted him to his feet and pulled him to the restroom. The rapper whimpered hoarsely as Jin stripped off his soiled hoodie, his sore muscles protesting the slightest movement. “You’ll be okay, Yoongi-ah”, the older shushed, settling Yoongi on the floor with his back against the wall, afraid his legs would give out and him hurting himself if he fell.

Namjoon had gone to get Yoongi some water and alert the cleaning staff, while Jin ran some paper towels under the tap to wipe off the other’s arm. When he was satisfied that he had cleaned Yoongi’s arm to the best of his ability, Jin soaked a fresh bunch of paper towels with cold water and pressed them to the rapper’s burning forehead. Sitting there shirtless, with a cold compress pressed to his face, Yoongi shivered violently but he didn’t want Jin to pull away. The headache was more bearable today with the cold paper towels on his forehead, so when the older removed them, he breathed: “No….” His hyung didn’t seem to get it, so he reached out a trembling hand. “Let me just run them under the tap again”, Jin whispered, cupping Yoongi’s flushed cheek, “Can you tell me how you feel?” – “I… don’t know”, the younger slurred, tongue feeling thick and heavy, “Awful… slow.” – “Yeah, you’re running a bad fever, so it’s probably hard to think right now”, Jin agreed and the rapper nodded in confirmation, immediately regretting the motion as it sent his head spinning.

“I still had a spare sweater at my studio, so the chills should hopefully ease up soon”, Namjoon announced as he entered the restroom. Uncapping the water bottle, he handed it to Yoongi, who cringed but forced down a few small sips. It helped his abused throat but only for a before he pitched forward with a retch. Clamping his hands over his paling lips, Yoongi shot Jin a panicked look, the older rushing to pass him the small waste bin. He choked up a few smaller waves, his stomach not tolerating the water in the slightest, before being reduced to dry heaves.

Namjoon draped some cold paper towels across the back of Yoongi’s neck, humming: “Let’s try that again later once your stomach calmed down a little.” – “How are we going to get him home?”, Jin asked quietly, “I also don’t really want him to be alone while he’s too feverish to think. If we talk to management and can convince them that I should take the day off too, so I can watch over him, I’ll take him back to my place for the time being.” – “He’s most definitely not going to stay alone”, the leader agreed. With the way he had found Yoongi, Namjoon wouldn’t take any risks.

While Namjoon called their manager, Jin replaced the cold compresses on Yoongi’s forehead and neck to hopefully lower his fever a bit. “You’ll come with me, okay? You’ve stayed in my guest bedroom before and I’d like to keep am eye on you”, Jin whispered as he played with Yoongi’s hair, “I’ll make you some tea and if you manage to keep down at least a few bites of plain rice, I can give you something for the fever. The haziness should clear up too once your temperature is down.” The younger could barely keep up with his hyung’s words but his voice was soothing and the fact that he sounded like he had a plan reassured the sick rapper. They had been friends for long enough for Yoongi to know Jin would take good care of him, so it was easy to give up responsibility to him, at least for the time being.

Jin kept his promise and brewed a pot of tea after tucking Yoongi in under a thin sheet. When he returned, he carried not only the tea but also an icepack wrapped in a tea towel. Yoongi sighed in relief when the icepack soothed his pounding headache and relaxed further into the mattress. “The rice will be done soon, just let me know when you feel like you can stomach it”, Jin smiled before fetching a bucket for safety reasons, knowing how guilty Yoongi would feel if he ended up making a mess. Stroking the rapper’s cheek, Jin whispered: “I’ll let you sleep. You look like you need it.”

#fanfic #fluff #comfort #fanfiction #sickfic #sick #emeto #bts #novemetober #tw emeto #tw rpf

[bultaoreunheyyy]

the sickfic without a title

I'm making a little master post of sorts for this fic, since it is turning out to be very long. (update: 25k words so far but I keep adding to it 😬)

I'll link each part/chapter here after I post it, and then I'll probably post the whole thing to ao3 after. it is still a wip so I'm not sure when it will be completed, but I'm thinking about 7-8 chapters? and each one is about 4-5k words so far.

giving a little background in the summary because it's very lazy writing and very self indulgent so it might be confusing/not well written for most parts lol

enjoy?

summary: jungkook, a graphic designer, goes on a summer vacation with his six boyfriends (seokjin owns a bakery, namjoon is an architect, yoongi is a music producer and part time barista, hoseok is a dance instructor at a university, jimin is a kindergarten teacher, and taehyung is an art therapist) but he's hit with a stomach bug on the very first day. it's all kind of downhill from there when he catches a cold just as he's recovering, but he has six wonderful boyfriends to take very good care of him

tags/warnings: emeto, vomiting, stomach flu, fever, snz, common cold, cough, sinus infection

main sickie is jungkook (side sickie jimin and sickie taehyung) with ot6 caregivers. none of the descriptions of vomiting are graphic, snz/cold descriptions are my usual level lol

Part 1 - 5,020 words

sick Jungkook (stomach pain, vomiting, fever)

Part 2 - 5,270 words

sick Jungkook (stomach pain, vomiting, fever)

Part 3 - 5,020

sick Jungkook (stomach pain, vomiting, fever)

sick Jimin (cold, sneeze)

Part 4 - 4,120

sick Jungkook (stomach pain, fever, ...sneeze?)

sick Jimin (cold, sneeze)

Part 5 - 5,130

sick Jungkook (nausea, fever, cold, sneeze)

sick Jimin (cold, sneeze)

Part 6 (coming soon)

Part 7 (coming soon)

Part 8 (coming soon)

Part 9 (coming soon)

#bts sickfic #sickfic #sick bts #bts snz #caretaker yoongi #sick jungkook #sick jimin #fever #sick taehyung #bts emeto #emeto #common cold #sinus infection #caretaker seokjin #caretaker taehyung #caretaker jimin #caretaker namjoon #caretaker hoseok #chaptered fic #thesickficwithoutatitle #hurt/comfort #bts hurt/comfort #bts au #bts poly au #bts polyamory

[bunnyrhe]

Teaser Alert

Demon's Head: Mafia Yoongi x Little Space Reader

Summary: This would be your eighth date with the Silver Fish, Min Yoongi. The King knows what he wants, however, he's unwilling to wait another minute. It only makes sense then to take you home with him, by force.

Warnings: hybrids, mafia, big dick energy Yoongi, drugging, violent scenes, little reader, caregiver Yoongi

He wore his face the way a thousand of his ancestors did, with a single cut through this right eye. It was symbolic. It made his eyes similar to the cross hair of a gun, it meant he was always focused. The intensity in his eyes took my breath away. He was tall, handsome and radiating wealth, prestige and honour. 

And danger. He was a dangerous man above all else, only 29 but was the head of the Korean crime empire-The Demon’s Head Clan. This was the oldest living clan in Korea, rivalling the age of even the 6Eye clan run by the Jeon Family. 

Min Yoongi was the only living successor of his Clan, he was revered in the streets as the Daechwita. Less commonly known as silverfish. He was ruthless, sadistic murdered all hidden under his deceptively unbothered, bored even plucky exterior. His reputation made him a walking contradiction. 

Release Date: Saturday 2nd July, 2022

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[whats-k-popping]

Doctor's Orders (Part 2)

Summary: “I spoke to a manager.” He starts and both Jungkook and Namjoon are alert now. Nothing good ever comes after a sentence like that. It shows even Yoongi is at his wits end of what to do in the situation.

Pairing: Namkook || Namgi || Yoonkook - Intended platonic relationships between members.

Words: 5151

Warnings: Emeto || Injured Member || Graphic Descriptions of Illness || Sick Members || Swearing/language || Hospital Stay || Guilt/Shame themes

Dedications: Part two dedicated to @jinsoo-ficplace as this is a continuation to her lovely original request. Thank you for you kind feedback on the first part. And for coming up with ideas for the continuation. I tried to include a bit of everything! I also might have gotten carried away again. I won't apologize for it. I hope the sequel satisfies! <3

See Also: Part One

Jungkook wakes up refreshed. He can’t recall the last time he’s woken up on his own accord, no blaring alarms or hyungs crawling over him, pestering him to get out of bed. He wonders what woke him from such a peaceful, needed rest and realizes the answers shortly after when his stomach rumbles. Memories of the afternoon’s events flood his mind and he quickly remembers that he’d never gotten a chance to eat. Everything happened so fast, his hunger the furthest thing from his mind as he tended to Namjoon. But now it’s well after any acceptable dinner time and he’s starving. His body won’t let him forget it. 

Namjoon’s still asleep next to him on the bed, but Jungkook can see that his sleep is not sound. Namjoon’s got his arms wrapped around his middle and he’s letting out soft whimpers in time with angry gurgles. Jungkook brushes his knuckles against Namjoon’s forehead and feels the heat of fever; a reminder that Namjoon’s body is working hard to fight an infection. A quick glance at Taehyung's desk clock confirms that they’ve been asleep for hours. Jungkook knows that Namjoon’s stomach it’s at 100% yet if the constant gurgling noise is anything to go by. But Jungkook is grateful that Namjoon vomited in over 4 hours. He’s grateful that his hyung can get uninterrupted rest. He hopes it’s a sign that Namjoon’s on the mend. 

Jungkook decides that Namjoon will be fine for a few minutes by himself. He moves to stand, determined to satiate his hunger and possibly return to sleep. But when his feet hit the floor, pain shoots through his ankle at the slightest pressure. He curses at himself, remembering the increase in pain he felt after sprinting to Namjoon’s side. He hoped it would go away, but it seems persistent. He’s in more pain now than he was when he acquired the injury. It’s not fair. Still, as frustrated as he is by the pain pulsing up his leg, he can’t bring himself to regret helping his hyung. He’d do it all over again in a heartbeat. 

Unfortunately, the pain in his ankle isn’t enough to distract him from the aching hunger he feels. He really needs to eat something or he’s worried he’ll start to feel sick himself. Jungkook scans the room in vain, his crutches aren’t there. He knows he left them in the living room. But there’s always a teeny, tiny possibility that they miraculously appear next to him. It seems to happen a lot recently. Though he suspects that’s more his hyung’s subtle doing than any force of the universe. 

There’s a shuffling on the lower level of the dorms. Jungkook assumes another member has returned home. He listens carefully to the pacing of the steps and the weight of each step and quickly determines it’s Yoongi’s noncommittal shuffle trekking between the living room and the kitchen. He’s thankful it’s Yoongi. Yoongi always knows what to do in times of crisis. 

Usually, Jungkook just shouts to the other members in the dorm until he gets attention. But Namjoon’s sleeping and he does not want to wake him. If Namjoon wants to sleep through the night, he sees no problem with it. So he opts for a quieter way to get attention from his second oldest hyung. Jungkook reaches for his phone and dials Yoongi’s contact. 

It rings three times before Yoongi answers it, forgoing any formalities. “Oh, good, you’re awake. Maybe you can finally tell me what the hell happened here today?” It sounds harsh, Yoongi’s using his thickest satoori and his lowest tone. But Jungkook knows that’s just because he cares. He imagines Yoongi was probably freaked out by the leftover piles of vomit when he walked into the dorms. 

“Sorry, hyung. I meant to clean up the kitchen. I’ll take care of it soon. But-” Yoongi cuts him off. 

“Hyung already cleaned up. You don’t need to worry about that. Who got sick?” Yoongi asks, wanting Jungkook to get on with it. 

“Namjoon-hyung. He ate some bad food. I think he has food poisoning, hyung.” Jungkook explains the events that led them to taking a well-deserved nap in the middle of the afternoon. Though he conveniently skips over the part when he ran on his ankle and probably did more damage. He decides he’ll tell the members when they are together. That way he only has to listen to one long lecture and not six shorter ones. 

“Aish, Jungkook-ah, why didn’t you call someone when you started noticing he wasn’t okay. Hyung could have helped you.” Yoongi scolds. It appears Jungkook’s not getting out of any lectures anytime soon. “You’re in no condition yourself to be taking on any other responsibility. You should be focusing on getting yourself healed up.” 

Jungkook picks up on the subtle nod to the fact that Jungkook is the maknae. He hates when they pull that card. He remembers a few months ago when Seokjin fell ill. No one told him to slow down. No one had told him to focus on himself. But because Jungkook is a couple years younger than the rest of them, he needs to be protected. He needs to be babied. He hates it. It made sense when he was still a teenager. But he’s an adult now. He can make his own decisions and deal with the consequences. Still he can’t shake the feeling that no matter what he does, it’s always somehow wrong in the eyes of his hyungs. He really is trying his best.  

He doesn’t argue with Yoongi. It won’t get him anywhere and he knows it. But he’s not going to apologize, either. He has no regrets. He hopes that one day, he’ll be able to break free from the juvenile persona. He just gives a curt hum in reply. 

Yoongi seems to pick up on Jungkook’s frustration. He’s been through a lot. He should probably cut him some slack. “Nevermind it, there’s nothing we can do about what has already happened. How’s Namjoon doing now?” 

Jungkook turns to look at Namjoon still asleep next to him. “He’s still sleeping. He’s got a pretty nasty fever.” 

Yoongi’s concern skyrockets. “I’ll be right there.” He hangs up the phone and minutes later walks through the doorway. Jungkook smiles softly when he sees Yoongi carrying his crutches. He actually wanted them, but didn’t want to ask. He’s never asked for them, and asking for them might alert his hyung to the fact that he really needs them now. Yoongi sets the crutches by the bed and says nothing. He’s all out of energy to lecture, having channeled all his energy into making sure his dongsaengs are okay. “How many times has he thrown up?” Yoongi asks, taking a seat on the edge of the bed beside Jungkook. He keeps his voice low. 

“At least twice. Once in the bathroom, I think, then again in the kitchen.” Jungkook supplies. 

“Poor Joonie. And he hasn’t had anything to eat or drink?” 

Jungkook shakes his head, “Not since breakfast shortly after you and Hoseokie-hyung left.” 

Yoongi clicks his tongue, “He needs to drink something. He’s going to get dehydrated.” He looks carefully over at Namjoon, curled up against the wall. 

Jungkook’s eyes widened in surprise. “You mean you want to wake him up?” 

No. Yoongi really doesn’t want to wake Namjoon up. He knows Namjoon is tired and needs rest. He knows Namjoon’s body is working to heal itself and resting helps him to heal faster. He really doesn’t want to do anything that would disturb his dongsaeng’s sleep at all. But according to Jungkook, Namjoon’s running a fever. And there’s not a drop of sweat to be seen. It worries him. He thinks they’ve already passed the point of dehydration. He needs to get some fluid into the leader as soon as possible. 

“Yes, wake him up. I’ll get water.” And Yoongi is gone in a matter of seconds. 

Jungkook sighs. He really doesn’t want to wake Namjoon. But Yoongi’s probably right, Namjoon should drink something. So begrudgingly he starts waking the leader. He tries to be gentle, combing fingers through his hair and applying light pressure to his shoulders until the older finally stirs from sleep. 

The first thing Namjoon does is complain, he’s annoyed to be awake. But the second he lays eyes on Jungkook, his entire demeanor shifts. “Jungkookie. How’s your ankle? Do you need me to get you something?” Namjoon sits upright in the bed and immediately regrets it. He doubles over from the pain in his stomach. New cramps forming in addition to the bubbling nausea. Jungkook is quick to assist. 

“Easy, hyung. Nice and easy.” He helps Namjoon lay back down in the bed. It seems more comfortable that way. “I’m okay. Don’t worry about me.” Jungkook starts rubbing gentle circles over Namjoon’s stomach. He can feel the knots beneath his palm. “You’re alright. You’re okay. Do you remember what happened today?”

Namjoon thinks hard for a minute, some of the pain eased by Jungkook’s belly rubs. “I think I got sick.” It’s all he can recall. 

Jungkook hums an affirmation, “Yeah. You ate some bad food. But you’re gonna be okay. Yoongi-hyung is here now. He’s going to help.” 

Like clockwork, Yoongi re-enters the room. In one hand, he’s carrying a tall glass of ice water with a purple bendy straw poking out. In the other hand, he holds a pre-packaged sandwich. Yoongi passes the sandwich to Jungkook. He’s long come to the conclusion that the ramyeon in the microwave was intended to be a meal for Jungkook. And since he never got to eat, Yoongi figured the maknae might be hungry. Judging by the way Jungkook stares at the sandwich with admiration, he thinks he’s right. Jungkook makes room for Yoongi on the bed, ignoring the way that shifting makes his ankle throb. He hastily digs into the sandwich after thanking Yoongi for the meal. 

Yoongi smiles softly at Jungkook, then shifts all his attention to the leader. “Namjoon-ah, hey. How are you feeling?” Yoongi’s tone is so gentle, a complete 180 from the Yoongi who angrily answered the phone to Jungkook’s distress call.   

“My belly hurts,” He whimpers, “I’m not feeling good.” Jungkook’s a little jealous that Namjoon’s just openly admitting it now. He thinks of all the things that could have been avoided if he’d just said that hours ago. 

"Aww, Joonie, I'm sorry you're not feeling good," Yoongi plays with Namjoon's hair. It's damp, and Yoongi takes that as a good sign. Sometime recently, Namjoon had been sweating. He hasn't been dehydrated for too long. "Think you can take a few sips of water for hyung? It might make your belly feel better." 

Namjoon's reluctant at first, eying the glass hesitantly. But it only takes a soft "Please, for hyung," to relinquish all Namjoon's suspicions. He wraps his lips around the straw and takes three big gulps before pulling away. His hand immediately goes to his stomach. He can already feel the tiny bit of water sloshing uncomfortably inside. 

"Great job, Joonie." Yoongi praises, "You know, Jungkookie also wants you to feel better. Can you take a few sips for him, too." 

Jungkook understands his role and immediately slips into character. He looks at Namjoon with a mouthful of deli meats and a pleading look in his eyes. He bats his eyelashes and tilts his head to the side just to exaggerate the dramatization. If he weren't still chewing, he'd throw on a pout as well, just to really sell it.

This time Namjoon doesn't hesitate and takes a few more, much smaller sips of the cool liquid. It feels good in his throat despite the heavy way it falls into his otherwise empty stomach. In total, he's drunk about a third of the glass. But he figures it's only a matter of time before he sees that water again. 

Yoongi isn't satisfied. It's nowhere near enough to replenish all the hydration he's lost from the combination of vomiting and sweating. But he's attuned to his dongsaeng’s discomfort. He guesses the little water he drank isn't sitting well. Yoongi decides to hold off on encouraging Namjoon to drink more, even though there's still four members he could use to encourage Namjoon to drink more. He wants to see how Namjoon's stomach is going to react. 

They aren't waiting long. Everyone in the room can hear Namjoon's stomach sloshing. But no one says anything. Namjoon doesn't want them to say anything. It's only when Namjoon hiccups twice in quick succession that the pair reacts. 

"Hyung, the bin." Jungkook states urgently like Yoongi's not already halfway across the room in pursuit of the bin. He returns just in time to shove the bin under Namjoon's slack jaw. 

Another hiccup shakes Namjoon's body and forces up the meager contents of Namjoon's stomach. A slurry of clear liquid swirled with traces of bile pours from his mouth into the bin. He dry heaves over the bin a few more times, excruciatingly empty. It hurts. Tiny tears fall from the corners of his eyes. Jungkook is quick to wipe them away with his thumbs before they run to the tip of his nose. 

After the fit, Namjoon collapses back onto the bed and starts working out the cramps knotting his stomach with his knuckles. Jungkook quickly joins in with his own hands. The leader whimpers desperately. "Ugh, it hurts. Make it stop." 

Yoongi sets his hand on Namjoon's knee in sympathy. "Jungkook, can you go-" He cuts himself off when he notices how the maknae is rubbing his ankle. There's a faint twinge of pain on the youngest's features. "What's wrong? Is your ankle bothering you?" 

Jungkook intends to downplay it. But Namjoon speaks before he has a chance. "It's my fault. He came to help me when I got sick. He didn't use his crutches." Namjoon winces after a nauseous burp. 

"I'm sorry, hyung." Jungkook adds quickly, "I'll use the crutches from now on. I promise. Don't be mad." 

Yoongi can't be mad. In fact, he's proud of his youngest dongsaeng. So he ends that discussion there with a soft smile. He reframes his original question, adjusting his plan so that Jungkook can stay resting as well. "Jungkook, stay here and keep an eye on Namjoon. I'm going to get him a heating pad for his stomach."

Jungkook nods, relieved that he doesn't have to listen to another lecture about what an inconvenience he is to the team. He cards his fingers through Namjoon's hair and rubs Namjoon’s stomach as Yoongi leaves the room. 

Yoongi returns with a hot water bottle and an ice pack. He sets the water bottle on Namjoon's stomach and the ice pack on Jungkook's ankle wordlessly. Both dongsaeng are grateful to have Yoongi around. 

Namjoon’s able to relax a bit when the water bottle is placed over his stomach. He lets out a relieved sigh and curls himself around the bottle. Yoongi lets them get comfortable, making sure they aren’t in too much pain. Namjoon is just about to drift off again when Yoongi starts speaking. 

“I spoke to a manager.” He starts and both Jungkook and Namjoon are alert now. Nothing good ever comes after a sentence like that. It shows even Yoongi is at his wits end of what to do in the situation. “I’m really worried about your stomach, Namjoon-ah. You need fluids. And if you can’t get any orally, you’re going to need an IV. The managers told me to get you to try drinking again. If you can keep a decent amount down for over 30 minutes, you don’t need to go. But if it comes back up, I’m calling a manager and you’ll be taken to the hospital.” Yoongi’s attention shifts to Jungkook, “And you. If Namjoon goes, you’re going too. Just to make sure you didn’t actually tear anything or break anything. If Namjoon can stay, a medic will be coming by the dorms to check you out.” 

There’s resounding complaints from the two. Both begging not to be taken to the hospital. Namjoon doesn’t want to draw attention to himself, potentially causing a scandal. There’s already been a formal notice regarding Jungkook’s injury, but he doesn’t want to be more of a burden to the team. Neither of them wants to leave the dorm. 

Yoongi’s heart hurts listening to the cries of his dongsaengs. But it’s not up for negotiation. “I’m sorry, but the decision is final.” Yoongi affirms, placing a hand on each of the younger ones, trying to comfort them. Namjoon cannot cry. He has no fluids to spare. 

Eventually, the two youngest come to terms with the recommendation. They return to their previous positions on the bed. Namjoon’s still basking in the warmth of the water bottle. Jungkook’s ankle is starting to go numb from the ice pack. “Namjoonie, are you ready to try drinking again?” 

Namjoon’s stomach is still roiling, despite the relief offered by the heat. He anticipates the water won’t sit well again. He was only able to keep the water down for 10 minutes the first time. 30 minutes seems like a lifetime. But he’s determined to keep it down. Avoiding a trip to the hospital depends on it. So he nods his head and sits up just enough to have a drink. He’s bold. Taking 10 large gulps from the glass before leaning back. 

Yoongi checks his watch to time 30 minutes. Jungkook tries to be encouraging, knowing that his hospital fate is entirely dependent on Namjoon. It’s an unfortunate circumstance to be in. He wants Namjoon to be able to keep the water down. But he doesn’t want Namjoon to have to force it. In his head, he’s torn on how to best support Namjoon at the moment. 

It’s an excruciatingly long time, Namjoon realizes, as he’s 15 minutes in and miserable. He’s burping or hiccuping every few seconds, and each one makes him more nauseous. His stomach’s doing full somersaults in his abdomen. But thankfully, nothing’s come up yet. Jungkook and Yoongi are talking at him, trying to distract him from his own agony. But it’s not enough to pull him away. He keeps a hand on his stomach. The once hot water bottle is now just warm, it’s not doing as much as it was to ease the cramps. Every time his body jerks he fears the worst. But it’s only 15 more minutes. 15 minutes and then maybe Yoongi will let him sleep again. 

Namjoon makes it to 28 minutes. 28 agonizing, painful, pitiful minutes of feeling like absolute shit. Then his body can’t take it anymore. “Hyung,” He swallows, then immediately swallows again. “I’m gonna…” He has to close his mouth to prevent anything from spilling out. 

Yoongi passes him the previous bin and Namjoon’s stomach immediately empties inside. “I’ll call a car.” Yoongi shuffles out of the room, sparing Namjoon one more sympathetic gaze. 

Despite Jungkook’s disappointment that they now both have to go to the hospital, he doesn’t want to see Namjoon sick. He does all that he can to provide comfort while Namjoon continues to spew stomach contents into the bin. When Namjoon can finally catch a breath, he looks up at Jungkook with guilty eyes, “I’m sorry, Kook-ah. I tried.” 

Jungkook's chest aches with devastation. “Don’t apologize. You don’t feel good, hyung. I’m sorry if you felt pressured to hold back because of me.” Maybe Jungkook’s giving himself too much credit, but he can’t stand the thought that Namjoon forced himself to suffer on his behalf. “Look, maybe going to the hospital is for the best. We’ll go to the hospital and then we will both start feeling better. How’s that sound?” 

Namjoon nods, opening his mouth to spill another mouthful of liquid into the bin. “Don’t leave me?” He begs, fevered glassy eyes quivering with tears. 

“I won’t.” Jungkook knows he will. Not of his own volition, but he knows once they get to the hospital, they’ll be shuffled into separate examination rooms. Jungkook will probably have to get an x-ray. Namjoon will be assigned a room and prodded with needles. He knows Yoongi’s only able to stay with one of them. And it’d be dangerous for him to wander back and forth across the hospital. So the other will be with a manager, which is to say they’ll be alone. But Jungkook hopes Yoongi stays with Namjoon. He needs more support right now. “I’ve got you, hyung.” 

“The driver’s already on their way.” He explains, quickly getting to Namjoon’s side. He eases the leader off the bed and hands him a travel bag to be sick into. “Jungkook-ah, are you going to be okay getting downstairs by yourself?” He asks, slinging one of Namjoon’s arms around his shoulder. The height difference makes it comical, but Namjoon can barely support his own weight. And Jungkook’s crutches are bearing his weight, so there’s no one else for the job. 

Jungkook is quick to situate himself on his crutches, taking a few practice steps. He wishes he would have spent more time actually practicing how to use them because now he needs them and doesn’t know how to most effectively maneuver on them. But he can manage, “Yeah, I’ll be okay. Don’t worry about me.” 

“I’ll always worry about you, Jungkook-ah.” Yoongi casually remarks as he starts taking strides toward the steps. It’s challenging trying to keep in time with Namjoon’s sluggish movements, but they make it to the door. Yoongi’s responsible for putting on everyone’s shoes by the door. When the driver pulls up, they’re off to the hospital. 

As expected, they’re separated at the door. Barricades of staff members try to protect them from the public eye as they’re whisked away to isolated examination rooms. Yoongi follows Namjoon, but asks Jungkook to keep him updated as much as possible. While the doctors examine Namjoon, Yoongi updates the rest of the members who are still at the company with schedules. He fears the member’s wrath if they find out through social media that two of their leader and maknae have been rushed to the hospital. 

The responses he gets back in the group text aren’t much better. About a million questions about what happened and why they are just hearing about it now. But still a lighter sentence than if he’d not told them at all. He takes a break from the group chat when one of the doctors approaches him. It’s buzzing 30 times a minute while he’s talking to the doctor. 

“It seems Namjoon-ssi contracted Salmonella food poisoning, a pretty aggressive case.” the doctor, Gyeon Sunbok, MD. as Yoongi reads off her lab coat, explains. “We’ve started him on two IVs. One with fluids and electrolytes to combat the dehydration. The other is an antibiotic to help flush the bacteria from his system. We’ve also administered an injection of fast acting fever medication to bring the fever down. Once he’s properly hydrated, his fever should be lower. But it’ll likely linger until he clears the infection. We do want to keep him on observation until his hydration levels increase. At least for the night. We’ll reassess his need for the IV medicine in the morning.” Yoongi nods in understanding. Sunbok continues, “I’m also restricting him to a liquid diet. I’d encourage him to put something in his stomach. Maybe broth, or jello. Just to help with keeping him nourished. His body will need the energy to fight the infection. I’d hate to have to add another IV for nutrition.” 

Yoongi thanks her and updates the group chat with this new information. There’s resounding disappointment at the news that Namjoon will have to spend the night in the hospital. But complaints quickly turn to excitement when Jimin recommends that they all spend the night in the hospital with him. For support, of course. There’s no one in the group chat that would complain. It would usually be Namjoon, reminding them that they shouldn’t be galavanting around in public so loosely. But Namjoon’s not participating and no one’s willing to take his spot. So with collective agreement, they reconcile to meet up at the hospital after their schedules. 

With that decided, Yoongi sets his phone away and goes to sit closer to Namjoon. It’s odd to see the younger so at peace. It would be more peaceful without the beeping monitors and IV drip bags, and needles stuck into Namjoon’s skin. But for the first time, Namjoon looks like he’s not in pain. So all the excess must be helping. Yoongi’s relieved to see beads of sweat starting to form on Namjoon’s forehead. He’s never been happier to see perspiration in all his life. 

Namjoon’s not asleep for long. He blinks himself awake under the harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital room. He sees Yoongi. But his eyes don’t stop as he continues to scan the room. “Where’s Jungkook?” He slurs, still disoriented from sleep. 

Yoongi sits on the bed and takes Namjoon’s hand, giving it a soft squeeze to let Namjoon know he’s there, he’s supported. “He’s getting his ankle looked at. He’ll come over once he’s done.” Namjoon just nods. “How are you feeling, Joonie?” 

Namjoon takes a second to answer, assessing himself. His stomach still aches, but it’s not as bad as before. His head still feels fuzzy, but it’s nowhere near the heavy fogginess that he felt at the dorms. “Better, I think.” He admits. 

Yoongi smiles, “Think you can eat something? The doctor said you can only have liquid foods. Maybe a jello cup.” 

Namjoon sighs, memories from earlier rushing in. “Ugh, hyung. Why are you always trying to get me to ingest something?” He puts a hand on his stomach and it does actually feel very empty. He even feels a little hungry. Maybe he should try eating something. 

Yoongi laughs, knowing Namjoon’s only trying to joke. “You need to get your strength back if you want to get out of the hospital anytime soon. Can’t you just try some?” He tries again, already picking up the phone to order. Namjoon counters with an equally snide remark, and the banter continues, even when Namjoon’s jello finally arrives. 

Their playful bickering is interrupted when a nurse wheels Jungkook into the room. The older members assess Jungkook, pouting in the wheelchair, arms crossed, and ankle bound in a boot. They quickly forget their humorous banter, knowing Jungkook will not be in the mood for jokes. The nurse can feel the tension in the air and leaves as soon as she locks Jungkook’s chair next to the members in the bed. She pops back in and sets his crutches near the door. 

The three members are silent, Jungkook doesn’t acknowledge either one. He’s still stewing in his own anger. When Yoongi’s about to break the silence, Jungkook finally explodes. “Six weeks! I have to wear this boot for six fucking weeks! All because I can’t take care of myself. This never would have happened if I’d just used the crutches like I’m supposed to. Now I’ve gone and messed everything up for the team. Why do you guys even keep me around? I can’t even follow simple instructions.” 

Jungkook continues to rant and vent about the circumstances until he hears a faint “I’m sorry” from Namjoon. It forces Jungkook to look at the reality that his hyung is lying in a hospital bed with needles stuck into his arms and monitors strapped to his chest. He suddenly feels bad for snapping. He’s not the only one feeling things right now. 

“I’m sorry, hyung. I’m just frustrated. But I don’t regret helping you.” Jungkook assures, because he knows where Namjoon’s mind has gone. And he never intended to make Namjoon feel guilty about the comeback date. He’s truly only mad at himself. 

“Jungkook-ah, I know you’re upset. And you’re entitled to feel all of your emotions. But we shouldn’t be focusing on hindsight. We should only be looking to the future. So we talk to PD-nim, we talk to the choreographers, and we work it out. That’s what we do. Everyone will understand. ARMY will understand.” Yoongi adds. “And Joonie, you never could have known you’d get sick today. Jungkook did all the right things. It sucks that he’s cut a raw deal out of it. But he says he doesn’t regret his choices, and you should believe him. You’ve got your own burdens to bear here, you can’t be shouldering Jungkook’s too.” Jungkook and Namjoon are silent. There’s nothing for them to say, they know Yoongi’s right. “Now, that’s enough moping for one day. Let’s just take the rest of the night to be thankful that you’re both going to be okay.” 

Silence settles in the room again. But it’s not as tense as before. Jungkook clears his throat, “Joonie-hyung. Are you going to eat that Jello?” Namjoon passes the cup to Jungkook without hesitation and Yoongi glares. 

“I’m ordering you another one.” Yoongi insists, phone in hand. 

“Can you get some ice cream too?” Jungkook asks, already finishing off the small jello cup. 

Yoongi can’t hold back his laughter, letting the phone slip from his hands. “Jungkookie, you know you can have real food, right. Only Namjoon’s on a liquid diet.” 

“I know, but I really want ice cream. Please.” Jungkook’s big eyes leave Yoongi powerless to deny him. 

“Ooooh, are you getting ice cream! I want some!” Taehyung dashes through the door at the mention of ice cream, followed by the other three members who put in special requests as well. 

“What are you guys doing here?” Namjoon asks. There’s not enough seating in the room for all of them, but they make due. Jimin and Taehyung occupy corners of the bed, wanting to be closest to Namjoon. Hoseok’s seated on the windowsill, surveying all the members fondly. And Seokjin claimed the only actual chair in the room. 

“We’re here for you. Yoongi-hyung told us you and Jungkookie had to go to the hospital. We weren’t going to make you stay here by yourself.” Jimin runs a hand through Namjoon’s hair. 

“Or worse, with only Yoongi-ah to keep you company.” Seokjin jokes. It earns a laugh from the other members, Yoongi excluded. 

“We’re sorry for showing up empty-handed.” Hoseok adds, “Someone didn’t want to stop on the way.” Hoseok’s gaze turns to Seokjin. 

“Because our presence is enough of a gift, of course.” Seokjin almost sounds offended that Hoseok would assume otherwise. Again, the room fills with laughter. 

Namjoon looks over to Jungkook. Jungkook notices and wheels himself closer to the bed so he can hold Namjoon’s hand. While they look around the room, lively with the conversations of their members, they know they share the same thought. They don’t need their health. They just need each other.

A/N: As always, thanks for reading to the end! Feedback is always appreciated. Please let me know if I missed any tags or tws. Please call me out for any errors you come across.

Also, I realized halfway through writing this that I have another fic in WIPs with sick Namjoon and Yoonkook caretakers. I'll probably set that on the backburner for a bit since I've just done this one. But this combination will definitely happen again at some point.

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[7ndipity]

Take Care

Namjoon x Reader

Summary: Namjoon tries to remind you that looking after yourself is just as important as looking after you partner

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: slight angst, swearing, mentions of illness and medications, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to @coffeedepressionsoup for this request! Sorry it took me soo long to get to, I got a little stuck, so it might be a bit eh, but I hope you’ll still like it!💜

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“Just please make sure to look after yourself.” That was one of the top five things that Namjoon said the most to you, second only to “I love you”. It might’ve made him sound a bit like an over concerned parent sometimes, but you didn’t mind, knowing he meant well.

He had always worried about you, even before you got together, and with the past few hectic weeks of work, his concern had only worsened, but you had tried to assure him that you were doing alright and managing fine, which wasn’t entirely true, but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. He didn’t need to know about the long hours and sleepless nights to keep up with the deadlines that were rapidly creeping up on you.

Your eye twitched with fatigue as you scanned through your notes for the nith time, casting a quick glance at the clock before saving and closing your laptop, trying to push down the faint uneasy, sinking feeling in your gut, and focusing on getting ready for your evening out with Joon.

He had asked a few weeks ago if you wanted to come with him to a special art exhibition featuring one of his favorite artists, which you had readily agreed to, although currently, the idea of spending multiple hours wandering around a gallery didn’t sound ideal, but you couldn’t imagine canceling on him, knowing how much he loved getting to share his interests with you.

You were putting the finishing touches on your look when you heard him knock, smiling massively when you opened the door.

“Hi.” He said, kissing your cheek. “You look amazing.”

“Thank you, you look pretty spiffy yourself.” You teased, turning to grab your bag, pausing slightly as you were hit with a small wave of dizziness.

“You okay?” He asked.

“I’m fine, just a little tired.” You assured quickly, flashing him a quick grin, but he still frowned slightly, unconvinced.

“If you’re not feeling well, we don’t have to go-”

“No, I want to.” You interjected, stopping him. “You’ve been looking forward to this, I want to go.”

He looked like he wanted to argue with you, but he let it slide for the moment.

The majority of the night passed smoothly, you talked and laughed with his friends, earning more a few proud smiles from him, though you also noticed him periodically watching you with a cautious eye, making sure you were okay.

You’d begun to feel increasingly unwell at various points through the evening, but you’d managed to keep a calm facade for the most part, not wanting to spoil you and Joon’s evening, until you were suddenly hit with another wave of dizziness, causing your steps to falter.

You instinctively reached out for Namjoon, catching hold of his arm for support as you tried to steady yourself.

Joon immediately glanced down at you in concern, his other arm coming to wrap around your waist to hold you.

“Are you alright?!” He asked, eyeing you anxiously.

“yeah, I just feel dizzy.” You said weakly.

He instantly went into protective caregiver mode, carefully guiding you over to an empty bench in the corner of the room, bringing you some water, and feeling your forehead for any sign of fever while going through the usual list of questions.

“Did you eat today?” He asked.

“Yes.”

“Did you take your meds?”

“I-” You tried to think back through your day, but everything was a frenzied blur of work and getting ready to go out. “I might’ve forgotten it.”

“You might have forgotten?!” He asked sharply.

“I don’t know, Joon, I was busy! What does it matter?!” You snapped, not in the mood to be scolded by him.

“It matters if you get sick!” He said sternly, carefully pulling you up from your seat. “C’mon, we’re going home.”

“I’ll be fine, I just need to rest for a few minutes.” You tried to pull away from him, but the sudden movement caused another bout of dizziness to hit you, coupled this time with a touch of nausea that had you sinking back into your seat.

As soon as he saw your face lose color, every ounce of anger and frustration in his body disappeared, replaced only with worry for you.

“You’re not fine!” He said seriously. “We’re going home.”

You didn’t bother trying to argue with him anymore, feeling increasingly lightheaded and woozy, wanting nothing more in that moment than to just lay down.

Joon barely spoke on the way home, a growing sense of guilt brewing on your stomach as you watched him, his hands tight on the steering wheel as he drove.

“Joon-” You started, but he was quick to stop you.

“We’ll talk about it in the morning, okay? Right now, I just want you to rest.”

As soon as you got home, he carried you to bed, helping you change and making sure you took your medications before finally sinking into the bed, falling into a dreamless sleep almost immediately.

Joon however barely slept, waking every couple of hours throughout the night to make sure you were alright. Eventually, he gave up on sleep entirely, watching over you while you slept instead.

You looked so fragile to him like this, his mind couldn’t help wandering back to your earlier comments. How much had you been neglecting yourself recently? Were you eating properly? He knew you hadn’t been sleeping well.

Maybe he was overreacting and it was just a one off event, but it was still more than enough to scare him. He was well aware how hectic things had been lately, but he had hoped they weren’t taking such a harsh toll on you like this.

When you woke the next morning, your eyes immediately landed on his half sleeping form propped up next to you in the bed.

“Joon?” You croaked, your voice small and ragged from sleep, snapping him to attention.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” He asked softly, gently brushing your hair away from your face.

“ ‘m okay, tired.” You replied.

“That’s alright.” He smiled. “Are you hungry? I can order food. I thought about trying to cook, but I figured that might not be the best idea.”

“Yeah, probably not.” You replied with a grin, glancing around sleepily. “What time is it?” The light streaming in through the curtains indicated that it was well past your normal wake up time.

“About ten.”

“What?” You gasped, scrambling to sit up, the sudden movement causing your head to spin again.

“Careful!” He said gently, pushing you back down into the bed. “Everything’s alright. You just need to take it easy and rest.”

“I can’t, I’ve got a deadline!” You tried to sit up again, but he pressed you back down firmly. My boss is probably wondering where the hell I-”

“I already texted your manager and told them you were sick and wouldn’t be in today.” He said matter of factly.

You gaped at him. “Why would you do that?!”

“Because you need to rest.” He said, pulling you into him. “They’ll be fine, everything won't fall apart just because you took a day. You need to take time to look after yourself too, you know?”

You looked down, avoiding his eyes, the guilt from the night before bubbling back to the surface.

“I know, I just…I didn’t wanna ruin your night.” You sniffed, trying to fight back the frustrated tears that threatened to spill. “I don’t know, I’m sorry I upset you.”

He pulled you closer. “The only thing I’m upset about is how hard you’ve been pushing yourself. I know things have been tough, but I don't want you to hide from me. And I don’t want you putting everyone else ahead of you. You are far too important to ever neglect, you hear me?”

You nodded, letting Namjoon wipe away the few stray tears that slipped down your cheeks, “I didn’t mean to get so caught up, it just kinda snowballed.”

“I know, I’ve done the same thing.” He pressed a kiss to your temple. “But do you remember what you did last time it happened?”

You scoffed. “Basically kidnapped you for the weekend?”

“Yep,” He grinned. “So, consider this my payback.”

Joon helped you get settled back under the covers, resting your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

“Thank you Joonie.” You mumbled.

“Always.” He wrapped his arms around you. “Get some rest, Sweetheart.”

You fell back to sleep in his arms, feeling safe and at peace for the first time in weeks.

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[dalchiid]

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 41

A story of obsession, fear, and lust. You're a maid whose Masters forbid you in meeting their guests for the night but your luck runs dry when you run into them and catch the attention of Lord Hoseok himself. He's smitten from the beginning and thus, your fate has been decided.

Pairing: Yandere Vampire Hoseok x Fem/AFAB Reader

Word Count: 7,089

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Possessive, Angst, Fear, Blood, Biting, Dub-Con, Eventual smut

Will add or remove warnings based on what's in each chapter.

I do not condone the behavior being exhibited in my work. This is solely for entertainment purposes and I hope if any of you are ever in a situation like this that you have the chance and ability to run away from it. Take care out there.

DO NOT copy, edit, or repost my work anywhere.

Chapter 41 Warnings: Yandere, Possessive, Obsession, Dub-Con, Smut, Biting, Blood, Cum Eating

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You still feel gross. A few days have passed with your cold kicking your ass but you feel like you might be getting better. Hoseok has been playing the caregiver role and making sure you're happy and comfortable. Well as happy as you can be given the circumstances.

The two of you have been spending your meal times in his room as per your request but it doesn't mean you have gone without seeing the others. Yoongi has come to see you one time while Namjoon and Taehyung have seen you a few times. If it isn't them bringing you tea it's just for them to check up on you to see how you're doing. You appreciate that, honestly. They've been really sweet with you despite you occasionally leaving them on delivered because you're too tired to check your phone.

In other news Hoseok hasn't touched you or at least he does but doesn't go through with the plan of having sex with you whenever he gives you his saliva. He says it's because he wants you to conserve your energy. Just touching you while you were high seemed to take a lot out of you and so he would pull back and just let you rest. Even in the shower he would hold off for your sake. You know he's been wanting to do more but he's been trying his best not to take it a step further.

Today, while Hoseok is out fetching you something to drink, you check your bank account. You know you're playing with fire by not putting it into use but the time to leave just doesn't feel right yet. You'll do it some day, you're sure, but for now it's a no.

There's a knock on the door and with a raspy voice you welcome them in. You doubt that it's Hoseok because he would have just come in without question.

The door creaks open before Namjoon sticks his head inside. Seeing him brings a smile to your face. One that lights up his features as well.

"Where's Hoseok," he asks.

"Getting me something to drink." You pat the spot next to you. "Come here."

He steps inside and closes the door behind him. When he comes to sit by your side his hand reaches out for yours.

"How are you feeling today, princess?"

You shrug your shoulders. "Better than the other days."

He rubs his thumb over your hand. "Still you could be better."

You smile. "Could be better."

"My brother been taking care of you?"

You look down at your combined hands with a small frown.

"Hey."

It takes you a second before you look up at him again.

"I'm sorry I can't be there for you. The way I'm sure you want me to." He licks his lips. "Can you forgive me?"

Your brows draw together. "Of course I forgive you. It's not your fault things are the way they are."

He breathes a sigh of relief and smiles. "If I could I'd be here for you every step of the way."

"I know."

There's a sorry smile he sends your way as he squeezes your hand.

You wish it were just you and Namjoon but the fact is that it's not and you have to deal with that. No matter how much you wish for something you know to not let it consume you otherwise you'd feel miserable about it. It doesn't stop you from bringing his hand up to kiss his knuckles. He smiles in response.

"What have you been up to," you ask.

"Not much. Working most of the time. Now that I don't have you to distract me," he smirks. "I've been pretty busy."

You pout as you go to pinch his hand. He hisses in pain but laughs to cover it up.

"Sorry, sorry," he says.

"If I'm that much of a distraction then why bother with me?"

Namjoon huffs a laugh. "Don't pout, princess. I'm just messing with you."

You're still pouting but the way he smiles at you lightens your mood.

"You're lucky I like you."

"That I am," he says with a smile.

Loosening his hold on you he goes to stand up. You're about to ask him where he was going but he holds a finger up to his lips. A minute later the door opens and reveals Hoseok with a tray filled with tea along with little snacks. He doesn't acknowledge Namjoon as he must have already known his brother was in here with you.

"I brought you some more tea, baby. Plus, some crackers and cheese and those little cakes you like." He smiles brightly as you sit up and take the tray onto your lap. Once you have a hold of it he straightens up and turns to his brother.

"What brings you here?"

Namjoon just shakes his head and smiles. "Was checking to see how Y/N is doing. She seems a little better than before."

Hoseok makes an "Ah" sound as he rounds the bed to sit on his side. When he's settled next to you he dabs the teabag into the cup of hot water a few times for you.

"Careful it's hot," he says softly. He looks up to Namjoon then with a smile. "How's work been? I heard there's a new dealer you're working with? How's that going?"

Your movements still for a moment at the mention of their work but you're quick to snap back and grab your tea to blow on it.

"It's going as good as it can get. Jackson recommended him and I trust Jackson enough to give the man a chance."

Hoseok hums in agreement. "It's been a while since we last saw him. We should plan a get together."

"That would be nice."

You don't know who Jackson is nor care to know but it seems Hoseok has another plan in mind.

He looks down at you with a smile and a hand to the back of your head. "One day I'll introduce you to him. He's a great friend of ours."

You take a sip of your tea and look away without a word.

We'll see about that, you think.

Namjoon slips his hands into his pockets and leans back against the wall. "Any plans for today?"

His brother shakes his head as he continues to dote on you. "Just staying in with Y/N. I want her to be at her best again before I take her out anywhere."

"Understandable." Namjoon directs his attention towards you. "I should leave you alone then. Take care, yeah?"

You don't want him to leave but you know you have to so you nod.

"See you," you rasp out.

Namjoon waves before stepping out. The door shuts behind him hiding him away from you leaving you alone, once again, with Hoseok. The sound of the TV fills the air but your captor doesn't remain silent for long.

"How's the tea? Is it too bitter? I didn't want to put too much sugar for you."

The tea tasted fine. You take another sip before answering him.

"It's fine." A short answer.

He hums. "Don't forget your snacks." His hands clasp together as he stretches his arms out in front of him. "I wanted to bring you something to munch on. Something to hold you down until it's time to eat."

You place the tea down and look at the three small cakes that come in a wrapper. They're birthday cake flavored and he's right - you do like them. You open up one of them and begin to take little bites from it so you can savor it. You're enjoying it despite the fact that Hoseok has been staring at you non-stop.

Your eyes shift over to see him smiling at you and it's a little unnerving.

"What," you ask.

His brows perk up at the attention you give him. "Nothing."

You send a knowing look his way. "You have something to say. So what is it?"

For once he looks a little shy as he bites his bottom lip and fiddles with his thumbs. It's uncharacteristic of him and you don't know what to do with that information.

"Hoseok."

He releases his lip to smile at you. "Nothing it's just... I feel bad that you're sick but I've been enjoying taking care of you. You don't fight me as much."

Your brows furrow as you think on it.

You guess he's right. You've just been wanting to rest, get your high and go back to resting. He's been taking good care of you and you've been letting him. You did promise you would tone it down with the aggression but with you being sick you've really calmed down. The thought of that makes you purse your lips before taking another bite of your cake.

Hoseok picks a piece of cracker and cheese for himself but you don't react to it. He seems to smile around the food in his mouth and you don't know what to make of it.

Things feel a little domestic between you two. Something you hate but you're too sick to care. Let it be, you think. You'll just let it be.

You pick up your cup and sip some more tea that just hits the spot. It makes a warm trail down your throat and into your stomach. With the cake it tastes all the more sweeter.

Hoseok takes another piece of cheese with a cracker for himself before he brings his thumb up to wipe the corner of your mouth. You look at him to see he was getting to a piece of cake that sat on the edge of your lips and instead of brushing his hands of it he brings it to his mouth to lick off. The sight of him doing that makes you feel a little off but you try to not acknowledge him. Especially when he looks at you with heady eyes.

You clear your throat before swallowing more of the tea down.

"Easy there," he says. "I don't want you burning yourself."

You just grunt in response.

You can see from the corner of your eye how he keeps staring at you. It's unnerving and you make the mistake of locking eyes with him when you shift your sights.

His eyes are half-lidded and his smile is soft. He looks absolutely in love with you and it makes your stomach turn. You take a bite out of your cake and it just makes his smile grow wider.

"Hoseok," you say around a mouthful before swallowing. "You keep staring at me like that."

"Like what," he asks but you have a feeling he knows what you're talking about. He's just playing around. "Like what," he asks again.

You sigh before looking at the TV. It's some trash reality show that's on but it's had your attention before now. You try to ignore Hoseok as you watch the people interact but he laughs a little before leaning into your space and kissing your cheek softly. You catch him from the corner of your eye and see how he stares at you before giving you another kiss.

"You're too cute, Y/N."

Without a response you drink down more of your tea until there's nothing left.

"How's your throat, by the way?"

You place the cup onto the tray and shrug. "It doesn't hurt but you can already tell something's up with the way I sound." And you're right because it's still raspy.

Hoseok hums. "The tea should help with that." He taps the plate with the crackers and cheese. "Eat."

Before finishing off the cake you do as he says and eat the other snack he's brought. He takes another piece for himself but you don't complain. When you're done he takes the tray and places it outside his door like he's been doing as of late.

He closes the door behind him before walking up to you and smiling.

"Let's get you tucked in, yeah?"

Without much fight you let him baby you. You don't have it in you to go against him so you let him do as he pleases. Much to his content.

He goes to bring the covers over your arms but you lift them up to keep them on top. He barely raises a brow over it but he doesn't make a fuss. Instead he kisses your forehead, the tip of your nose then your lips. Focusing on your lips he kisses them a few times more before pulling back. It actually makes you wonder about something.

"Hoseok," you say.

He hums questioningly.

"Aren't you worried I might get you sick?"

His head tilts a little as he pouts. "Why would I get sick?"

"Because you keep kissing me and I'm sick."

Hoseok smiles before perching himself on top of the bed so he can straddle you. He pushes the strands of hair that slipped from the braid he did for you out of your face.

"I don't get sick easily."

"Oh." Is all you can muster.

It's a reasonable thought you had but he isn't the least bit concerned.

"I'm not one to get sick so easily. Not like Seokjin or Jungkook. I've always been like that since I was a kid. If I do get sick it's a pretty big deal but for the most part I'm fine."

You swallow and feel the way your throat aches. "Don't you think you're risking it though?"

The edges of his lips curl into a smile. "If I don't kiss you then who will?" He's trying to be cute.

His words make you think about Namjoon but you're quick to clear those thoughts lest he find a way to read your mind. That's something you're glad he can't do.

His hand comes up to cup your face where his thumb swipes over your cheek. He seems to grow serious and the look he sends your way sends a wave of discomfort over you. He looks concerned. Like a negative thought has struck him but he's trying his best to not let it show. You would ask him what's wrong but do you really want to know?

Hoseok licks his lips and gives you a small smile that barely reaches his eyes. "I love you, Y/N. I know I say that a lot but I really, truly love you. I don't know what I would do without you."

His eyes seems to grow teary and the idea of a crying Hoseok hits you and hits you in all the wrong places. If you thought you felt uncomfortable before then you feel so ten times more now.

Your hand reaches up for his to pull it off your face but he just laces your fingers together.

"Tell me you love me."

Your head jerks the slightest bit at his command.

He wants you to tell him you love him? Over your dead body, but instead of feeling entirely mad you actually feel concerned. How can you express the words he seeks when you don't in fact love him? Your heart's rhythm grows quick and heavy with the fact that you can't give him what he wants. And he seems to notice that because his eyes grow even more watery.

What was with him? What can you do to get him to stop? What can you do to appease him for the time being? The only words you can think of to say stand firm on the tip of your tongue. You think maybe you should stay quiet but they slip between your lips anyway.

"Kiss me."

His brows draw upwards for a moment before he gives you a teary smile and leans down to do just that. Kiss you.

Your lips meet and you swear you can feel every ounce of emotion he's bleeding in to you. His hand that's wound with yours squeezes you tightly to the point it has you gasping in pain. He pauses as your lips part and for a short second he does nothing but keep you close. Until you moan in pain his name where he then releases you so he can cup your face with both his hands.

"I love you," he whispers. "I love you. I Iove you."

He meets your lips again with his own and kisses you deeply.

You don't know what's come over him. This isn't the Hoseok you're used to. The Hoseok who always seemed so sure of himself. It's giving you whiplash and you have to admit that you're worried.

What happened to make him this way? Did you say or do something? Does he... does he know about you and Namjoon? No, he wouldn't act like this because of that right? You had to have said something to make him act like you're about to slip between his fingers. You just have zero recollection of what it could have been.

You pull back to breathe and place a hand against his chest. When he tries to kiss you again you keep your hand firm against him.

"Hoseok wait."

He pulls back to stare at you and for the moment that he looks you deep in your eyes something switches within him. He just smiles like nothing is wrong with him. Like he didn't just try drowning you in his love. He smiles and smiles and the sheen over his eyes seems to lessen.

"I know," he says. "I know it's going to take some time but I know deep down, you love me. It's just going to take some time."

He seems to have convinced himself this because he sits up a little so that he's somewhat hovering over you with a content look. You're shaken up though. The event makes you swallow deeply in concern.

Should you ask him what that was about? You want to but you're also nervous. There's no way he knows about you and Namjoon. If he did he wouldn't have let his brother leave so easily like he did earlier and you doubt he'd be so calm save for that little episode he had just now.

You lick your lips while your hand rests still against his chest. "Hoseok," you say. "What - what's wrong?"

The smile leaves his lips and he's just left staring at you with an unreadable expression. There he goes again. Hiding himself from you. It's hard to get a read on him when he's like this. It's one of your least favorite things about him. You know besides the obsession and possessiveness. It makes the hand on his chest twitch a little. It makes you wriggle a little beneath him in discomfort.

"Y/N," he says.

He garners your attention with his sudden silence and you wait until he speaks again so he can lower you from the suspension he holds you up on.

"Do you want me? Want what I can give you?"

Your head tilts a little in question.

Where was he going with this? Hoseok never does something without a plan. Was the teary eyes just merely a ruse? A ruse to get you where he wants you?

He's waiting for an answer and you contemplate on the answer.

You do want what he can give you, but it's not in the way he thinks. You want his saliva. You want it so bad and the ugly addiction that eats you up from the inside out makes your lips tremble with an answer.

He doesn't even have to ask you again. You don't think he was planning to anyway but you're quick to answer him with a small whisper. A "Yes."

His lips curl into a smile that feels so devious despite not looking the part, but he has his answer and he delivers his own with a kiss to your lips. A kiss where he slips the tip of his tongue out to run across the seam of your lips and you open up to let him inside.

Your eyes are shut but you feel something wet land on your cheek. You don't know what it is but you vaguely wonder if it's the tears he's been meaning to shed but you're too lost when your tongues meet. Too lost to care about anything else that isn't his toxic kiss.

The high lifts you up and over the moon that shines through the curtains. It's like you're in heaven though the reality is that you're in hell. For a brief moment you think you can live like this but you know this feeling doesn't last forever because what you have shouldn't last for so long. For the time being though you relish in the feeling he gives you. Relish in the way he brings you to the top before the inevitable drop back down to the ground.

Your hand on his chest goes to fist his shirt. You keep him close this way and open your mouth even wider so you can drown in his kiss. He's giving himself up willingly to you like this. He's always willing to give you all of him.

When you part to breathe your eyes open and you see that he did cry. That what you felt was a tear of his. You're too high to ask him why he cried but you don't know if you really want to know.

Hoseok takes the moment to breathe before leaning over to kiss your neck. His hands move to hold your breasts as he nips at your skin leaving you covered in his marks. Just as he likes it.

You moan at the feel of his teeth and gasp at a particularly harsh nip. You know you'll be left with bruises he won't allow you to cover but it's the least of your problems right now.

He sits up with a sigh and bends his arm so he can rest an elbow on your pillow and perch the side of his face against his fist. He just watches you now. Watches the way your eyes glaze over. Watches the way your lips part in pure relaxation. Lifting his other hand he goes to wipe away the tear that landed on your cheek and smiles.

"I love you, Y/N."

A small whine escapes you as your hand that was gripping his shirt begins to grow lax.

Licking his lips Hoseok caresses your cheek. Running his fingers over your face and down to your neck where he traces the marks he left behind.

"You probably," he stops. "You probably don't know what's going on right now but you don't have to worry. I'll love you for the both of us. Love us for the both of us. Until you can love me back. Just whatever you do. Don't leave me. No matter what. Okay?"

You whine again and nod your head. You don't even think you know what you're even agreeing to. You just know that you want what Hoseok has to offer right now. More of what he's given you.

"Kiss me," you say. "Please."

Hoseok's smile grows wider. "Whatever you want, my love."

The two of you kiss again but it's soft and languid. Neither of you are in a rush and you give and he takes and you take and he gives. The feeling coursing through you is outstanding and you know you can never have enough of it. Too bad you won't have it forever but for now you'll take what you can get.

Your tongues mingle and dance with one another. Massaging each other until you're moaning into his mouth. He moans back and by now he'd have his hand between your legs but he refrains from doing that. Instead he just kisses you and kisses you until you can't breathe again. When he pulls back he leans in to kiss your cheek then sits up to give you some space.

You're far beyond out of it and he lets you be as you are. At some point he stands up and goes off to use the bathroom while you're flying high. You can't stand looking without seeing up at the ceiling so you just close your eyes. You think you hear the people on the TV arguing but who cares? They're not where you are right now. Maybe that's why they're so angry. They just need to get high. Who knows?

When Hoseok comes back he slips beneath the covers to join you and holds you close. You can sense his eyes on you but you have nothing to say about it. Let him stare, you think. He's the least of your worries right now.

You're on a time limit now. Soon you'll come down but for now you're good. Hoseok has given you enough to hold you over for the time being.

When you slowly blink your eyes open it's like the high is reminding you that you're still up there with the world seeming to spin around you so you close them again. You're better off with your eyes closed.

Hoseok's hand that rests on your stomach comes up to push your strands of hair behind your ear. You think you hear him lick his lips before he parts them to speak.

"Let me know when you've come down."

You hum in response because it's all you can do right now.

More minutes pass by until you start to feel it. You're coming down from the high and all you're left with is nothing. You feel empty without it but there's nothing you can do other than to accept it. It's boring like this even a little dreadful but it is what it is.

You sigh deeply and mumble an "Okay" to Hoseok. He takes that chance to sit up on his arm to look over you and caress your face with the back of his hand with the other.

"Look at me," he says.

And you do. Your eyes flutter open and you're seeing him. The way his smile seems to grow the longer he stares at you.

"Hi."

You lick your lips. "Hi."

"How are you feeling now?"

"Okay I guess." You shrug your shoulders.

He stops caressing you so he can place his hand over your chest. Over your heart where he can feel it pound if he presses hard enough.

"Sorry about that."

Your brows furrow in confusion. "About what?"

His smile simmers down into a soft one that barely reaches his eyes.

"For getting emotional. I know there's nothing wrong with being emotional but I'm usually much more tamed."

Tamed? The word makes you huff a laugh but if he knows it's at his expense he doesn't show it. You doubt he knows that's why you laughed.

To avoid problems you just shrug your shoulders again. "People get emotional. It's life."

Your words seem to alight something within him because the edge of his lips tilts upwards into a crooked smile.

"Yeah it is life."

He looks around the room for a moment as if he's looking for something else to say. You take that chance to look off towards the side and you note the world isn't spinning like before. What you are hit with is the sudden urge to pee so you grab his hand and push it off to sit up.

"You okay?"

You nod your head. "I have to use the bathroom."

He pushes away from you to allow you some space as you stand up to head off.

While you're using the toilet you take the chance to rub your face with a sigh.

Hoseok inadvertently admitted that something was wrong. You don't know what made him act the way he acted and you have half a mind to ask him but you're stuck between wanting to know and not wanting to know. You could care less but if this will somehow affect your chances of escaping down the line or your time with Namjoon you think you should know what's up. Yeah. You'll ask him what's wrong. You just have to know.

You finish up in the bathroom and wash your hands. When you come back to the bedroom you see that he's staring at the TV. You stand by the doorway and begin to worry your hands between each other. When he realizes what you're doing his eyes snap to you and he frowns.

"You okay, baby?"

You purse your lips as you make your way over to the bed.

"Hoseok," you say as you sit down before him. "Why did you get emotional earlier?"

His brows raise the slightest bit at your question.

He looks like he's pondering on whether or not he should tell you. With the way his eyes shift left to right then back onto you.

"I figured you wouldn't remember."

You frown. What did he mean by that?

"I'm sorry," you ask in confusion.

Hoseok sighs but he pats your spot on the bed beckoning you to lie down. You do so hesitantly until you're perched on your arm like him staring face to face.

He grabs the covers and places them over you and tucks them around your waist. He's stalling. That you know for sure.

Breathing deeply he looks at you and gives you a smile that doesn't last long. You're about to say his name again but he speaks before you can.

"A few days ago. When you first got sick. You asked me something."

"What did I ask?"

He licks his lips. "What happens if I break your heart?"

The look of confusion on your face says it all for him.

You shake your head. "I don't remember asking that."

"I figured you wouldn't. You seemed really out of it." He brings a hand up to brush his fingers over your cheekbone. "I was going to let it slide but you were very adamant in wanting to know what would happen if you did that. I told you I know you wouldn't do that but it just had me thinking. Left me feeling concerned," he pauses. "You wouldn't do that, right?"

He's giving you that look. The one that seeks reassurance. It's a little overwhelming for you to see but what else can you do other than to tell him things were going to be okay?

You have no idea why you were both brave and stupid enough to ask that question. Like he said, you were out of it. That's the only explanation why. Now though you're left with someone who looks the slightest bit insecure. It's a first for you and it leaves you feeling unnerved yet powerful. Here you are holding Hoseok's heart in your hand. You could crush it. You doubt he'd let you go so easily but you could potentially break his heart here and now. If you know what's good for you you wouldn't dare. Otherwise his defenses will come up and you'll never see the light of day again. It's still tempting to do. You want to see him crushed but you won't do it. Can't do it. Not only because you have to play the part but you also realize you don't have a cruel bone in your body. You're not made to be cruel. You're just not.

"I can't," you start to say. How should you word this? "I can't do that. I don't see myself doing that."

There's a glossy sheen that takes over his eyes before he brings an arm around you to hold you close. He inhales your scent with a sniffle and you think he just might be crying.

"I'll trust you," he says. "Even if you don't mean that. I trust you know what's best."

What's best for you. For him. You feel so stuck in the middle. Like a fly caught in a spider's web. No matter how much you wiggle you just can't find a way out. Is it your fault that you're this stuck? Yes and no. It's a tricky question. Everything about this is tricky.

When he pulls back he goes to wipe his eyes before smiling at you. He doesn't look as worked up anymore and it brings you a small sense of peace.

You're used to the confident Hoseok and not that his sensitive side makes him weak but you're not used to it. All it does is make you worry.

The two of you go back to watching TV and wait until it's time to eat. It's not that long of a wait and most of the time is spent with both you and Hoseok making out. You're surprised he's so willing to give you the high more than once and you suspect it's all due to the recent conversation you had. He's feeling clingy and wants more of you. All of you really.

Your leg is hiked over his hip with him lying partially on top of you. His cool hand is slipped under your shirt palming at your breast - hardening your nipple to a peak. The occasional moan slips out of you with one of your hands in his hair and the other gripping the front of his shirt tightly. He's not far behind with the noises he makes. Absolutely salacious.

He pulls back a little so he can bite your bottom lip. He does it hard enough to make you gasp but he soothes the ache with his tongue. A silent apology.

The hand gripping his shirt loosens and slips between you so you can palm him over his pajamas. He's semi-hard and it twitches at the feel of your touch.

He takes in a quick short breath before resting his forehead onto your collarbone.

"Wait," he says but you're still touching him.

He has to grit his teeth before forcing you to stop with the hand he pulls out from under your shirt.

"Y/N wait."

In your high state of mind you make a questioning sound. "What," you slur.

"I don't want to go too far. You should be resting."

Your brows furrow as your eyes close. He's right but you're not in the right state of mind. All you know is that you want more and he's a somewhat willing participant.

"I'm fine Hoseok. Just give me more. Please." You release his clothed cock so you can wrap your other leg around him and pull him flushed against you.

"But you're sick, Y/N."

You arch your back as if you were in pain. "I don't care, Hoseok. I don't care."

With the hand in his hair you pull him up to which he hisses but it's over quickly when your lips meet again.

Hoseok groans into your mouth and as if your words were all he needed to hear he slips his hand between you two and into your shorts where he palms your sex.

"You really want it," he questions between kiss.

You can only nod your head before slipping your tongue into his mouth.

Hoseok grabs the side of your head to keep your lips close as he maneuvers himself so that he's kneeling between your legs. Your head can barely comprehend what's happening right now but you know it's what your high state of mind wanted.

He's quick to raise your shirt above your breasts and they peak from the cool air. The next to go are your shorts and underwear leaving your bottom half completely exposed to him. He takes the chance then to remove his clothes entirely before palming his weeping cock that stands at full attention now.

With your distracted mind you jump when you feel his fingers touch your core. He slips his fingers over your entrance to spread your slick everywhere and makes it easier for him to slip into you easily. You sigh at the feeling as he begins to stretch you out. He spreads his fingers apart with every pump until your walls begin to relax around him. When that happens he slips a third finger inside and repeats the process. He's not here to go faster than the pace he's already going. He's just concentrating on relaxing you for him.

As soon as you're ready he pulls himself out and aligns his cock with your hole that leaks more of your arousal. Your high state amps up the pleasure that you're feeling and so when he begins to slip inside your back arches. Even with the foreplay he's still a tight fit but at least it doesn't hurt.

Your toes curl as he slips more and more of himself in until he reaches the hilt. He presses his hips into you and leans over to grab your hands. His fingers lace with your own and he brings them up above your head to rest. With a slow and steady pace he begins to move leaving you to feel ultimate pleasure.

He's in no rush. He's just taking the time to feel you just as you feel him. This type of sex is new to you. You're used to the fast and hard feeling. Now he snaps his hips into you at a languid place but the pleasure is steadily building up.

There's something so sweet about this. You're not ready to acknowledge all of that but for now you'll let things be as is. This slow and gentle sex that has you pulsating around him makes him openly moan. Your lips part to let out a moan yourself. Your breaths intermingle with every pump of his hips. One after another. One after another...

There's a particularly harsh thrust he makes that makes you gasp but he doesn't go any harder than that.

"Y/N. Look at me," he commands.

And you do. Your eyes are open and take him in. You see the way his eyes have turned blue and you know he's feeling it. His scleras grow red with unshed blood but they glisten like he has to cry again.

"I love you, Y/N." He begins to pant. "I love you so much."

You whine at his words and in a delirious state you reciprocate his feelings. "I love you too."

That seems to do it for him because he closes his eyes in pure bliss.

You ride each other out - slowly but surely nearing the end. His hands squeeze yours but not enough to make it hurt. Only enough to keep him grounded as he pushes in then out. Despite it being new to you you find that you enjoy this type of sex. You just need a little bit more.

His pace picks up a bit with a shaky breath. "Are you close?"

You whine. "Yeah."

He releases one of your hands so that he can play with your clit. A substantial amount of pressure that he rolls in circles with his thumb. You're entirely slick down there and it makes the turns his digit makes smooth. You gasp out loud to the feeling he sends throughout your body. You're definitely close and he can tell with the way your walls flutter around him.

"Come on, baby," he says. "Give it to me."

You moan out loud as you hold his hand tighter.

"Ah Hoseok I'm so close!"

"I know, beautiful." He picks up the pace a little. Both his hips and his thumb. "Come for me."

You gasp over and over again - your body trembling beneath him. Your legs wrap tighter around him limiting his space of movement but it doesn't slow him down.

You're so close and he realizes you're about to come when your walls clamp down on him. So tight that he hisses in pleasure before he comes tumbling down right after you.

His hips jerk over and over with each powerful burst of cum that spills from him. Your walls massage his length and pulls from him everything he's got. The sight of you two is pure eroticism as you come together. Until there's nothing left but weary bones. It doesn't stop him from biting you though and taking your blood deep inside him. He rolls his hips as he drinks from your neck leaving you feeling just the slightest bit light-headed.

When he comes to a still inside of you he retracts his mouth to lick your wound and just lets you keep him warm. It's wet and messy down there but he wouldn't have it any other way. And apparently neither would you when you're this high.

Hoseok sighs before pulling out a move that makes the two of you hiss. He sits up and pulls your legs apart so he can admire your sex.

"Push," he says and you know what he means.

You push down a little until you feel his cum slowly slip out of you. He brings his thumb over to smear his essence and brings it up to his lips to taste. He takes it all in before leaning over and kissing you so you can taste him just as well. You're not a fan of the taste but you take what he can give and if whatever he gives comes with the high then you'll have it.

You kiss slow and long until you both have to come up for air. Your body feels heavy after cumming and because of the state of mind you're in. You can feel the way Hoseok kisses your forehead before removing your shirt off of you.

You know what comes next. He expects for the two of you to shower, but not right now. Right now you just need to relax. At least until the high leaves you. It stays for a while and you enjoy every bit of it. It's when you start to come down do you realize what your actions lead you up to and you're left feeling shameful.

You shouldn't feel shameful you think. It's not the first and will possibly not be the last that you do this. You scratch his back and he scratches yours. You want the high and so you give him your body and your nonexistent love. It's the high that possesses you to say and do wild things. You'll deal with these things another time. For now it is what it is.

You'll let him take care of you however he sees fit and you'll lose yourself in him. It's just how things are. You'll take it. Even if it makes him fall more in love with you every time you do it.

#bts x reader #bts fanfic #bts fic #yandere bts #yandere bts x reader #hoseok x reader #yandere hoseok #yanderebts #btsfanfic #jhope #jung hoseok #hoseok #reader #fanfic #reader insert

[fruitmins]

Oᵤᵣ Bᵢg Bₐby / BTS OT7

➭genre: little space, age regression, fluff, caregivers bts, little reader, sfw, hurt/comfort, mostly no plot

➭warnings: none

➭note: my first request!! i saw this before going to bed and got so excited I stayed up for another hour and a half working on some of it. also purple car has a lot of notes wtff i love all of you

“Y/N angel, I think today’s the day we need to wash blankie.” Jimin calls out to you in a gentle voice when he spots you waddling down the stares with said blanket in hand after your nap.

You’ve had that blanket for months now and it’d only been washed a handful of times. It was getting so bad that the original pink color it came in was now a nasty light brownish color and covered in all types of food stains.

Originally, Minnie Mouse’s face was plastered in a diagonal line. But now, you could barley see her black outline. Not to mention the wrinkle and god awful smell.

At first they thought you were going through one of your phases and would eventually ask for a new blanket that had whatever thing you were fixated on. And of course they’d buy it for you cause you they loved spoiling you. But that’s how it had always been. Stuck on unicorns? You needed a unicorn blanket. Cars? Needed it in a blanket. Even plants (you could thank Namjoon for that phase).

But no. You couldn’t seem to let go of this Minnie Mouse blanket. Literally. You’d take it everywhere with you. Quick grocery trip, the studio, the beach, to another friends house. The boys were actually glad one time you brought it with you to the water park so they could rinse out some of the dirt from the last trip.

But now it was beginning to be a problem. The boys had several talks about it amongst themselves. All begging the question, ‘how do we get it out of her grasp?’ Why was this one thing giving you so much comfort you would fight them for it? For months they had tip toed around the idea, pointing out the blankets flaws in hopes of cloaking you over time to wash it. But somehow you weren’t phased.

The boys had finally decided to put their foot down that day when Taehyung came complaining to them in the morning about how he couldn’t sleep because the blanket was uncomfortable and smelly, but you had insisted on sleeping with it.

Sure it didn’t bother you, but it was starting to get to them. Being idols, Taehyung needed that sleep. But every time they even reached for the blanket you’d flinch before starting to scream and kick, not stopping under any circumstances till it was secure in your arms.

You quickly shook your head at Jimin’s words, eyes already filled with worry. “No. No wash blankie.” You huffed holding it tighter.

“Baby..” Namjoon warned, not liking the word no coming out of your mouth but this seemed to only make you angrier.

“Baby, it’s icky! Wouldn’t it be nice for it to be soft and clean again? Almost as good as new?” Jungkook asked you trying to pass his excitement over to you but you weren’t having it.

“I don’t want it good as new.” Your voice got louder as you argued with him in a mocking manner which only caused him to frown. This could turn bad really quick.

Your words just made the boys more confused but let the comment pass. “Y/N I don’t think this is up for discussion anymore.” Hoseok said sympathetically. He knew this was going to escalate and that you were likely going to cry, which is one of the things he hated seeing.

“Because it’s not.” Yoongi stepped in with a somewhat firm voice. Yoongi was easily one of the scariest when mad but he never let his anger get to far. Still, you knew his potential from small moments when you were big. “Baby the sooner you hand over blankie the sooner you can have it back.” He explained in a calmer voice.

You seemed to realize that this time they wouldn’t back down so easily. “But l love blankie! You can’t have it!” You almost shouted tears already welling up in your eyes as your face turned red.

“Y/N calm down.” Jimin told you firmly. They had tried to be sweet but it was frustrating when you acted like this.

“Baby, we’re sorry. We truly are, but this has to be done.” Jin told you and your eyes widen with fear when he stood up, making his way towards the end of the stairs where you stood.

“No! No! Please! Mean daddies!” You pleaded with tears, walking up the stairs backwards which was also a no-no. The others followed behind Jin, now worried that you’d trip and abruptly told him to stop moving.

Even when Jin stopped following you, you turned your back and run upstairs and to your room, slamming the door shut behind you.

The boys sighed as they stood there in silence. “I hate this.” Yoongi admitted, guilt brewing in his stomach when you started crying and the boys agreed in hums.

“But we can’t put this off anymore or it’ll come back to bite us in the ass. We aren’t getting rid of it.” Jin spoke as if reminding them cause it felt like you were going through the six stages of grief.

“Maybe she doesn’t realize that. We should try to make her understand the situation more.” Namjoon suggest and without another word Taehyung pushed himself between them and up the stairs. Jimin tugged on his arm before he could go further.

“You guys just stay here for a while.” He told them ultimately ignoring their confused and concerned glances before continuing up the stairs and to your room.

Taehyung’s heart broke when he could hear your sobs from outside your door. He couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit guilty that his whining had caused you all of this. They knew it brought you some type of comfort but your attachment was getting unhealthy.

When he knocked on your door, your sobbing stopped but he could hear you shift on your bed. “Go away.” You told whoever was on the other side in a shaky voice.

“It’s Tae Tae. I just wanna talk.” He told you and not giving you another chance to refuse before he slowly opened the door to your room before softly closed it.

You watched him with glossy eyes and short shaky breaths as he made his way to the edge of your bed. He held out his arms for you and you slowly climbed into his lap, clinging onto his shirt for dear life as you two hugged.

He combed through your messy hair and after you had calmed down, he spoke. “Baby, why do you like blankie so much? You were over Minnie Mouse ages ago.” He asked trying to understand your attachment to it.

You sniffled before answering, “Because it protec me. Like at the airport.” You stated and at first Taehyung was just confused until he realized what you meant.

The blanket was a split second decision. You were at the airport with them and had spotted it in a store for a brief second. The boys couldn’t resist saying no to you when your eyes sparkled just describing what it looked like to them.

They couldn’t go out and buy it themselves, there was to much press and it was a baby scandal waiting to happen. So they sent out some staff to go get it and you were over the moon when it was in your hands. It was one of the easiest flights with you ever and you were fast asleep the whole time.

The boys had joked about how magical the blanket was and how it protected them from any bad behavior (mostly talking about you). Hearing that, I guess you took it to heart and vowed to take it everywhere.

The worst part of it all was that it worked.

Whenever you took the blanket anywhere you were on your best behavior and had no mishaps.

“Oh but honey, it doesn’t need to protect you at home. Nothing bad can happen here and if something does that’s what we’re here for.” He explained with a beaming smile, happy that they had gotten somewhere. “You trust us right?”

You nodded hurriedly. Of course you trusted your daddies to protect you. They were super safe and had protected you many times before. And now that you thought about it, nothing had ever happened at home…

“So while we’re protecting you, blankie can get a nice bath.” Hoseok spoke softly, you hadn’t even realized that the rest of them were slowly making their way into the room hearts fluttering when you said you trusted them.

“Bath?” You repeated and he nodded with a reassuring smile. “You know when you get icky after an accident or playing in the mud? Blankie feels icky too.” Jin stated and they watched with anxious eyes as you glanced down at your blanket. You guessed it did look less pink, and you had seen a ketchup stain that felt weird when you laid on it.

“Blankie feels icky?” You asked still nervous and the boys smiled, knowing that they had finally convinced you to crack. They would help you feel safe and the blanket would finally get washed.

“Very.” Jimin answered scrunching his nose. He made a mental note to bring up cleaning your room to get rid of the smell.

“Can I help with the bath?” You asked eyes slowly started to brighten which warmed the boys hearts.

“Absolutely!” Tae grinned.

“Now you can’t get in, but you can help wash.” Yoongi clarified but it didn’t seem to matter to you which made him feel proud of you.

Moments later you waddled off be bed and handed the blanket over to Jin causing them to shower you with praises about how good and brave you were. It made you feel a lot better.

After everyone put on gloves, including you, they all headed to the bathroom and got it ready. You had wanted a lot of bubbles and they didn’t fight you.

“We should have used the washer and dryer.” Jungkook said his arm covering his nose when the smell got worse. He was the one with the most sensitive nose so they put him on snack duty instead.

“And the tub is going to be ruined.” Namjoon pointed out when they had drained the nasty brown water for the third time.

“It’s better than buying a whole new dryer.” Jin scolded them with a huff. Not like they couldn’t afford millions anyways.

“I got pink dye.” Taehyung said when he came rushing in out of breath. He had ran all the way to the store when he had thought of the brilliant idea.

After hours of hard labor and letting everything set you were reunited with your blanket right before going to bed. You had been tucked in, teeth had been brushed, story had been read but they could tell you were still sad about not having it with you.

You let out a loud gasp when Namjoon came in the door with it in hand. It smelt like flowers and it got some of its color back. Not good as new, but you didn’t mind.

“Thank you daddies.” You whispered, yawning when it was in your hands. They looked at you with loving eyes at the adorable sight.

“Thank you for being so brave.” Yoongi said back giving you a soft kiss on the forehead before tucking you in himself. Your daddies always knew how to make you feel safe.

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