A/N:4 times J-hope helped Yoongi when he was hurt and one time they were both hurt (sick) there any room for a Sope shipper on Fanfiction. Net? Idk, here. I switch names allot (J-Hope, Hobi and Hoseok / Suga, Min Yoongi and Agust D
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Dancing was never one of Yoongi's strong points, he hated it, he want that graceful and he just couldn't get it down right. He was clumsy on the dance floor, his boyfriend wasn't. He was graceful and smooth, could dance to any beat and was a-natural.
Yoongi was at dance practice, the choreographer was slowing it down trying to get Suga to understand him. He would nod, he never got it.
Yoongi nodded, and tried to copy the moves, decently graceful but he couldn't get the turn right, he fell letting out a whimper of pain as he fell. Nobody else was their, the choreographer gave up and went to work with Taehyung and Jonkook, and he was on the floor.
He was alone...until he wasn't. He looked up and found himself looking straight into J-hopes eyes. Hosoek reached a hand down to pull him off the floor. Min Yoongi had totally forgotten about his injury and hissed when he was pulled up. "Hyung," Hosoek asked, "are you ok?" Yoongi nodded. J-hope rolled his eyes.
"Sure, ok walk for me then."
Yoongi was never one to decline a challenge "Fine then," he started to take a step but when he started on his right foot his ankle shot burning hot pain through his leg. He tried to sit but the pain was so immense that he was getting dizzy. "H-hobi?" He asked. He fell. Twisting his already hurt ankle even more.
"It hurts," he said and immediately J-hope was sitting one knee on the ground and the other 90 degrees and towards himself. "Crap, Yoongi-hyung? Are you ok," he asked. Suga nodded wiping at his eyes. "I think I'm ok now w-we can continue. C-can you show me t-the last one again." Hosoek shook his head 'He's so stubborn, why can't he just accept my help and suck it up.' Hobi thought to himself.
Within moments he found himself on Hobi's back and was gently carried out the doors and to his apartment. Hobi smiled as he laid him on the couch, and went to get ice or something cold for his ankle. J-Hope came back with frozen peas and athletic tape, and a wrap for his ankle. And food, a sandwich to be exact.
J-Hope turned on a movie and wrapped his arms around his boyfriends middle. "You're so stubborn," he muttered to the hair of a sleeping Min Yoongi, "but you also don't see how perfect you are, I want to make you happy, accept my help, please?" He gently pressed the ice onto his ankle.
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Of course there would be a problem, the managers hated Agust D. To "hardcore", so of course Min Yoongi put out his mixtape. The arguing was constant and persistent, J-Hope waited outside the door and listened the whole time to the yelling back and forth.
"Agust D, is uncontrollable. That's why you are Suga to us, we are responsible for what you do and you need to act right unless you want Big Hit to own only 2 rappers," one of the managers.
J-Hope could practically hear the eye roll from his boyfriend, known to be sassy and a "savage". A snicker, followed the eye roll. "Well maybe that's how I want it, you have you're mind set on Suga being some sissy soft puppet on a string, but every once in a while you have that little bit of Agust D, that's why you can't control me, that's why you can't control him. You may be right about the whole responsibility thing, but like it or not you need Suga, so I suggest you suck it up."
There was a growl of anger, most likely from the manager. "I suggest you to shut your mouth if you know what's good for you." And hands slammed on the table, Hobi scooted along the wall towards the window to see better. "I don't give two craps what you think, and I could care less, I don't have to listen to you and I sure as-"
Slap!
Just the word would have been and understatement, it sounded like the pop of a balloon, only louder. He could see Yoongi's eyes water up and he walked towards the door. Hobi ran silently towards the room only to hear the sound of a door slamming and a string of coverups to curse words. The bathroom door opened, the room next to the one he shared with Yoongi, he could hear faint cries and sniffles.
Min Yoongi crying, he swore he'd never see the day. Hobi walked out of his dorm and knocked on the door. "Go away," he heard. Yup, now he knew it was Yoongi. "No, please open the door babe, please?" It was said as a question not a statement like he'd wanted but anyhow the door opened. "Why are you crying-" his voice trailed off as he shifted his gaze to Yoongi's finger, red and purple and swollen at the joint. "Is it broken?" Hobi asked, Yoongi shook his head through the tears.
"Liar," he mumbled and took some gauze and something to brace his finger against as he made a make-shift finger cast and sighed in satisfaction. "How did you break it?"
"S'not broken, I slammed the door on my finger on accident. I'm sorry Hobi," he was muttering and furiously wiping at his eyes. Hobi held him close, wiping free falling tears and gently interlacing his fingers with Suga's. "Its definitely broken," he said. "It's ok, I love you and it'll be ok." He hugged him, then lightly kissed his finger and his face.
"Let's go to bed."
In the morning he took Suga to the doctor and as it turned out it was broken.
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His shoulder was killing him, how he'd managed to hurt it was beyond him but for now he keeping it to himself. 'Perfect timing,' he though, their concert being 8 hours away wasn't very helpful and he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep it a secret.
The plane ride wasn't much of a help either,considering Hoseok found this as the perfect time to press his head uncomfortably against his shoulder, asleep. He really didn't want to complain but the added pressure caused allot of pain on his shoulder. He bit his lip hard enough to let him focus on something else, but not enough for it to be visible.
The concert went well, besides the worried looks he kept constantly getting from the managers the rest of Bang Tang and a few of the fans when he had to suppress a wince when he moved his shoulder. He nearly cried by the time he was back at the apartment he shared with Hoseok. He was so lucky that Hoseok had decided to stay late to drink with the others. He tried to move his arm gingerly as to not hurt it more.
Acetaminophen, that usually helped right, if he could find it. "Where is it? I know I saw it around here some where," he muttered to himself only to freak out when he saw some shadow in the doorframe. "You're not to find it there,Acetaminophen, right? That's what your looking for?" He nodded in defeat. Hoseok, he came home only to see Yoongi like this.
"Hyung, why do you do tell me anything? Please let someone, me, anyone help you when you are hurt," Hoseok was, to say the least very peeved, his stubborn boyfriend to well stubborn to ask for help to resistant when he gets it. "I'm supposed to take care of you, not the other way around," he muttered.
Hoseok wasn't an idiot, he knew a dislocated shoulder when he saw one. But he also knew that this was causing his boyfriend pain, so he needed to fix it, by causing him more pain popping it back in place. "Bite down on this," Hoseok said, handing him gum, which he forced into Yoongi's mouth. Hoseok yanked his arm back in place with a loud audible pop. Yoongi's eyes went wide, and the cornea started to turn red, tears flooding his eyes, and spilling down his face. Hoseok felt his own eyes water and his face heat up when he saw Yoongi's face.
He held Yoongi and kissed his face sweetly. They stayed like that until Hoseok was sure that he was asleep. He grabbed the ice from the fridge and pressed it against his shoulder, later he brought Yoongi to the doctors office when he woke up and he had only dislocated it.
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Huddled in the corner in a ball was one of the first and last things he'd expected to do today. Sure it was always a possibility, constantly, sometimes he did, but he'd stopped for a while. They were playing around and it was really sorta petty but now he was alone.
Rubber burns, weak, he was being weak. Huddled in the corner over a rubber burn and a few couple cuts on his knees. Petty. Really it was, they were spinning around and Hoseok let go, he slid across the floor and he got rubber burns from the floor. Hoseok let go, the part he couldn't get over.
{Flash back}
"Hobi? What are you doing?" Yoongi asked as he walked in. Tae-hyung was laughing and Jimin was still being spun by Hobi. "I'm playing, I grab their wrists and I spin in a circle fast enough to they are in the air.
He nodded.
"I could try it with you," Hoseok said with a slight smirk and a look of innocence. Yoongi sighed, and walked forward. "Don't let me go," he said. Hoseok nodded and smiled, "ready?" Yoongi stared him in the face. "Please don't let me go."
"Yoongi it's fine I won't let go," Hoseok smiled, "don't you trust me? Yoongi gave a reluctant nod and allowed Hoseok to spin him, for a while. He wouldn't admit to anyone else but it was actually kinda fun, and he really did enjoy it... until
"Hobi!"
Hoseok let go, Jimin screamed and Hoseok. Let. Go.
{End}
He knew he was being petty but Hoseok let go, he knew it, and yet he still trusted that he wouldn't but he did. He really did let go. Yoongi dried his face with his sweater paws and headed out of the bathroom and kept his head down.
"Hey Yoongi I-"
He walked right passed Hoseok and straight into his room into the corner, sitting in the silence and stared quietly. Hoseok of course came in later. "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to let go," Hobi said. Yoongi looked up at him and smirked. Hoseok put a bandage on he cuts and kissed him.
It took him long enough, he was being petty, but it made him feel better that he was crying because he just wanted attention, and affection from Hoseok.
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Yoongi hadn't been feeling well all week but it had really hit hard today, Hoseok knee this and sighed. Why did Yoongi have to be so stubborn? Accept his help. Hoseok woke up next to Yoongi and immediately realized he was laying in a puddle of sweat, he slowly reached over to feel the forehead of his sleeping boyfriend.
He was burning up, and his breathing was hitched. Hoseok couldn't help but coo, he looked so cute and innocent, and he had a squishy baby face too. He watched his sleeping boyfriend only to realize while he'd been staring, some time later Yoongi had actually woken up.
"..feel well," Yoongi said to Hoseok, who had literally no idea what was going on, so Yoongi scooted closer and pressed his face in Hoseok's chest and shivered, but tried for it again. "H-hoseok? I don't feel," Yoongi curled in on himself and coughed, causing a chain reaction of coughing fits and Hobi to feel light headed.
Hobi used all his might not to do the same thing Yoongi was, so while Yoongi was coughing Hobi was not throwing up. He had a hand attached to his stomach, gripping it to remind him what not to do. Yoongi tugged on Hoseok's shirt and annoyed after the little attention yanked it again. J-Hope looked down to a Yoongi with a hand over his mouth and doing what J-Hope wasn't.
Hobi, taking advantage of his smol boyfriend picked him up bridal style and carried him to the bathroom which Suga heaved his guts out. Hobi placed a hand on Suga's back and could feel his back and stomach muscles clench violently as he heaved. Finally after Suga was done they role reversed, Hobi puking in the basin of the toilet, while a sweaty, tired Yoongi rubbed a hand across Hobi's back.
"I'm sorry, I got you sick," Suga said. Plain statement, almost monotonous, Hobi shrugged after he was -for the moment - done puking his guts out in a toilet. "S'really not your fault. We room together, 'member? S'bound to get sick," Hobi stated. But the silence didn't last long.
Both bodies lurched forward into the basin of the toilet, and then one turned towards the trash can. They, in unison puked and once finished leaned against each other, sweat running down their foreheads mixed with tears from puking. And they passed out (or fell asleep)
Jin was the good hyung who just brought them both back to whatever room they were closest to and left. But came back to take a picture.
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A/N: I really truly do want to apologize for the +1 it was really bad and I'm sorry, tbh I'm really thinking of making this around 3 chapters with prompts from Tumblr and G+. So ya. Not long I could barley finish my Haikyuu one so I didn't expect long. Anyhow so ya.
