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writetomyheart2019-02-01 10:51 am
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[team two] Warmth
*warning* I've never written anything BTS before and I've only really started paying attention to their stuff last month so I'm sure there are inaccuracies. I'm a little reluctant to post this but I don't have anything else written for my turn. Please be nice m(__)m
A day in the life of Yoongi when he's sick.
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“You look terrible,” Seokjin comments with a frown as Yoongi groggily comes to with a groan. He’s vaguely aware that he’s in his studio, his notebook is stuck to his face with drool and that his head is pounding. Frown deepening, Seokjin pushes sweaty hair away from Yoongi’s forehead to feel his temperature.
Yoongi looks up blearily at him when he hears an unpleased hum. “I’m fine,” he croaks, pushing Seokjin’s hands away.
“You’re burning up. Come on,” Seokjin says softly. “Let’s get you home.”
He’s going to argue he has shit to finish, that he doesn’t have time to go home right now, but as he lifts his head off the desk, the world spins and Seokjin has to hold onto him so that he doesn’t just fall out of his chair.
“Yeah. Home. Now,” he hears Seokjin mutter right as he closes his eyes again.
The next time he comes to, he’s in his own bed.
Yoongi takes a moment to recall what happened. He’d holed up in the studio as he tends to do when he’s working on something, and while he kind of remembers noticing a burning feeling at the back of his throat and beginnings of a headache, he doesn’t remember thinking he was getting sick nor does he remember falling asleep. Seokjin, one of the few people who have access to his studio without Yoongi unlocking the door for them, had come to check on him. Since they share a room, he certainly would have been the first to realize the rapper hadn’t come home last night.
The older man had been more worried than mad, so Yoongi must have looked like absolute crap.
Sitting up slowly, he’s thankful when the world doesn’t spin. Throat still hurts and his nose is stuffy, but he’s not hacking up a lung and takes that as a good sign. Coughs are always the worst.
Yoongi looks down at his clothes. He doesn’t really remember the trek home or showering or changing into warm sweats, but since he’s in clean clothes and his hair is not the sweaty mess it should be otherwise, he knows he has the members to thank. He can vaguely recall hearing Hoseok and Seokjin’s murmurings as they helped him into bed. Listening carefully now, it doesn’t sound like anyone else is home. Probably at the studios, he thinks, trying to not feel guilty for not being there with them.
He lets out an irritated sigh. He knows he doesn’t always take care of himself as well as he maybe should, but he hates causing trouble for other people, especially the members. They have enough to worry about without him adding to the load.
Grabbing his phone, he jumps to the bottom of their group chat without reading the new messages and types that he’s alive. Just as he’s thinking he’ll head into the studios as soon as he eats whatever food he’s sure Seokjin has left in the kitchen for him, his phone pings with a series of messages.
Hoseok: He lives
Namjoon: Stay at home.
Taehyung: Yeah. Don’t you bring your diseased butt here.
Jin hyung: There’s a pot of soup for you in the fridge if you think you can stomach it. You had a really high temperature. Should probably get you tested for the flu.
Taehyung: *hisssssss* DISEASED
Aw shit, he thinks at Seokjin’s mention of the flu and takes inventory. Fever, probably. Sore throat, check. Body pain, check, but no way to know if it’s because he has the flu or if it’s just from the extra dance practices they’ve been having in preparation for all the award shows. He takes a detour to the bathroom and washes his hands, brushes his teeth. He firmly secures a mask over his nose and mouth before heading towards the kitchen.
He’s not hungry, unsure if he’d keep anything down, but he knows he should at least try to eat something before taking the medicine that has been conveniently left on the counter.
Touching as little as he possibly can in the process, he opens the fridge and finds a big pot of spicy soup, as well as two bowls already portioned out so that Yoongi can just pop one into the microwave. He eats slowly, making sure he’s not gonna puke anything up before taking the next bite. He manages one bowl before he decides to not push his luck and reaches for the bag of medicine next. He diligently takes the medicine left for him, even the gross powder one because as much as he hates how it sticks to the roof of his mouth, he knows he needs to do everything he can to get over this cold (possibly flu) quickly.
He soaks his dishes, washes his hands again, and takes a glass of water with him back to his room. He’s out again as soon as his head hits the pillow.
It’s dark when he wakes up again. This time, he can hear the other members shuffling around and murmuring voices. He feels an odd sense of relief knowing that he’s not home alone anymore. He sips at the water he’d brought in with him, mentally checking his condition. His body still feels a bit heavy, but the throbbing in his head has faded. He doesn’t feel like he’s going to puke. Also, he really has to use the bathroom. Pulling the mask back up over his nose from where it’s slipped while he slept, he gets out of bed.
After making a pitstop in the bathroom, he heads to the living room. Jungkook and Taehyung are curled up one end of the couch while Jimin sits on the other, facing them with his knees pulled up to his chest. They turn to look at him where he stands at the door. They’re all wearing masks too.
“Hyung! Are you okay?,” Jimin says, worry clear in his eyes. “You shouldn’t be up!”
“Yeah!” Taehyung chimes in, pointing at the rapper in all seriousness. “You’re diseased!”
Jimin kicks at Taehyung’s leg. “That’s not what I meant!”
“It’s basically what you meant,” Jungkook says unhelpfully, but he’s watching the sick rapper with worried eyes.
Yoongi sighs, rubbing his temple as the headache threatens to come back. “Where’s Jin?”
“He’s in the kitchen,” Jimin provides and then adds hesitantly, “You sure you should be up?”
‘This kid,’ he thinks. Always worrying about other people when he already has a mountain of other things to worry about. “It’s fine. I feel much better now.”
Jimin still looks unsure, but his expression softens. “Good.”
In the kitchen, Seokjin is in front of the stove, poking the contents in one of the pots, but he turns as soon as Yoongi enters the kitchen. “Sit. I’ll be over in a second.”
Yoongi drops into a chair at the table, watches as Seokjin turns off the stove and fills up a glass of water. He nods in thanks when the glass is placed in front of him.
He sips water quietly while Seokjin takes his temperature. Yoongi answers his questions about what his symptoms have been like throughout the day and in turn, listens when the older member fills him in on what he missed at the studios. Namjoon and Hoseok are still in meetings.
The thermometer beeps and Seokjin breathes out a sigh of relief. "Your fever's broken. Good. You think you can eat?"
He grunts affirmative even though he’s still not hungry. They sit in silence, Seokjin watching him carefully like the mother hen he is. At one point, the younger members try to join them but Seokjin puts his foot down.
“No.”
“How come you get to sit with Yoongi hyung and we can’t?” Jimin whines. Even Taehyung is pouting behind his mask even though he’d been the one calling Yoongi diseased all day.
“Out,” Seokjin says firmly, clearly not open to any arguments they might have.
When he heads back to bed that night, he knows he’s still got a few more days of being sick, but he feels warm for a completely different reason. He knows that Seokjin had somehow managed to rearrange his own schedule to have time to make the soup he’d eaten today. He knows that Namjoon covered for him at a production meeting today even though no one’s mentioned it. He thinks about how Hoseok helped Seokjin take care of him this morning, how Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook had wanted to sit with him while he ate dinner.
His last thought before he succumbs to sleep is that being sick really makes him way too sentimental.
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A day in the life of Yoongi when he's sick.
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“You look terrible,” Seokjin comments with a frown as Yoongi groggily comes to with a groan. He’s vaguely aware that he’s in his studio, his notebook is stuck to his face with drool and that his head is pounding. Frown deepening, Seokjin pushes sweaty hair away from Yoongi’s forehead to feel his temperature.
Yoongi looks up blearily at him when he hears an unpleased hum. “I’m fine,” he croaks, pushing Seokjin’s hands away.
“You’re burning up. Come on,” Seokjin says softly. “Let’s get you home.”
He’s going to argue he has shit to finish, that he doesn’t have time to go home right now, but as he lifts his head off the desk, the world spins and Seokjin has to hold onto him so that he doesn’t just fall out of his chair.
“Yeah. Home. Now,” he hears Seokjin mutter right as he closes his eyes again.
The next time he comes to, he’s in his own bed.
Yoongi takes a moment to recall what happened. He’d holed up in the studio as he tends to do when he’s working on something, and while he kind of remembers noticing a burning feeling at the back of his throat and beginnings of a headache, he doesn’t remember thinking he was getting sick nor does he remember falling asleep. Seokjin, one of the few people who have access to his studio without Yoongi unlocking the door for them, had come to check on him. Since they share a room, he certainly would have been the first to realize the rapper hadn’t come home last night.
The older man had been more worried than mad, so Yoongi must have looked like absolute crap.
Sitting up slowly, he’s thankful when the world doesn’t spin. Throat still hurts and his nose is stuffy, but he’s not hacking up a lung and takes that as a good sign. Coughs are always the worst.
Yoongi looks down at his clothes. He doesn’t really remember the trek home or showering or changing into warm sweats, but since he’s in clean clothes and his hair is not the sweaty mess it should be otherwise, he knows he has the members to thank. He can vaguely recall hearing Hoseok and Seokjin’s murmurings as they helped him into bed. Listening carefully now, it doesn’t sound like anyone else is home. Probably at the studios, he thinks, trying to not feel guilty for not being there with them.
He lets out an irritated sigh. He knows he doesn’t always take care of himself as well as he maybe should, but he hates causing trouble for other people, especially the members. They have enough to worry about without him adding to the load.
Grabbing his phone, he jumps to the bottom of their group chat without reading the new messages and types that he’s alive. Just as he’s thinking he’ll head into the studios as soon as he eats whatever food he’s sure Seokjin has left in the kitchen for him, his phone pings with a series of messages.
Hoseok: He lives
Namjoon: Stay at home.
Taehyung: Yeah. Don’t you bring your diseased butt here.
Jin hyung: There’s a pot of soup for you in the fridge if you think you can stomach it. You had a really high temperature. Should probably get you tested for the flu.
Taehyung: *hisssssss* DISEASED
Aw shit, he thinks at Seokjin’s mention of the flu and takes inventory. Fever, probably. Sore throat, check. Body pain, check, but no way to know if it’s because he has the flu or if it’s just from the extra dance practices they’ve been having in preparation for all the award shows. He takes a detour to the bathroom and washes his hands, brushes his teeth. He firmly secures a mask over his nose and mouth before heading towards the kitchen.
He’s not hungry, unsure if he’d keep anything down, but he knows he should at least try to eat something before taking the medicine that has been conveniently left on the counter.
Touching as little as he possibly can in the process, he opens the fridge and finds a big pot of spicy soup, as well as two bowls already portioned out so that Yoongi can just pop one into the microwave. He eats slowly, making sure he’s not gonna puke anything up before taking the next bite. He manages one bowl before he decides to not push his luck and reaches for the bag of medicine next. He diligently takes the medicine left for him, even the gross powder one because as much as he hates how it sticks to the roof of his mouth, he knows he needs to do everything he can to get over this cold (possibly flu) quickly.
He soaks his dishes, washes his hands again, and takes a glass of water with him back to his room. He’s out again as soon as his head hits the pillow.
It’s dark when he wakes up again. This time, he can hear the other members shuffling around and murmuring voices. He feels an odd sense of relief knowing that he’s not home alone anymore. He sips at the water he’d brought in with him, mentally checking his condition. His body still feels a bit heavy, but the throbbing in his head has faded. He doesn’t feel like he’s going to puke. Also, he really has to use the bathroom. Pulling the mask back up over his nose from where it’s slipped while he slept, he gets out of bed.
After making a pitstop in the bathroom, he heads to the living room. Jungkook and Taehyung are curled up one end of the couch while Jimin sits on the other, facing them with his knees pulled up to his chest. They turn to look at him where he stands at the door. They’re all wearing masks too.
“Hyung! Are you okay?,” Jimin says, worry clear in his eyes. “You shouldn’t be up!”
“Yeah!” Taehyung chimes in, pointing at the rapper in all seriousness. “You’re diseased!”
Jimin kicks at Taehyung’s leg. “That’s not what I meant!”
“It’s basically what you meant,” Jungkook says unhelpfully, but he’s watching the sick rapper with worried eyes.
Yoongi sighs, rubbing his temple as the headache threatens to come back. “Where’s Jin?”
“He’s in the kitchen,” Jimin provides and then adds hesitantly, “You sure you should be up?”
‘This kid,’ he thinks. Always worrying about other people when he already has a mountain of other things to worry about. “It’s fine. I feel much better now.”
Jimin still looks unsure, but his expression softens. “Good.”
In the kitchen, Seokjin is in front of the stove, poking the contents in one of the pots, but he turns as soon as Yoongi enters the kitchen. “Sit. I’ll be over in a second.”
Yoongi drops into a chair at the table, watches as Seokjin turns off the stove and fills up a glass of water. He nods in thanks when the glass is placed in front of him.
He sips water quietly while Seokjin takes his temperature. Yoongi answers his questions about what his symptoms have been like throughout the day and in turn, listens when the older member fills him in on what he missed at the studios. Namjoon and Hoseok are still in meetings.
The thermometer beeps and Seokjin breathes out a sigh of relief. "Your fever's broken. Good. You think you can eat?"
He grunts affirmative even though he’s still not hungry. They sit in silence, Seokjin watching him carefully like the mother hen he is. At one point, the younger members try to join them but Seokjin puts his foot down.
“No.”
“How come you get to sit with Yoongi hyung and we can’t?” Jimin whines. Even Taehyung is pouting behind his mask even though he’d been the one calling Yoongi diseased all day.
“Out,” Seokjin says firmly, clearly not open to any arguments they might have.
When he heads back to bed that night, he knows he’s still got a few more days of being sick, but he feels warm for a completely different reason. He knows that Seokjin had somehow managed to rearrange his own schedule to have time to make the soup he’d eaten today. He knows that Namjoon covered for him at a production meeting today even though no one’s mentioned it. He thinks about how Hoseok helped Seokjin take care of him this morning, how Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook had wanted to sit with him while he ate dinner.
His last thought before he succumbs to sleep is that being sick really makes him way too sentimental.
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