this chapter is set while SUGA was out for that ear surgery, which can cause fluctuating temperature. translation: im a slut for sick characters whining for comfort. especially poor baby yoongi. #saveyoongi2k17

what the fuck is the jungkook/yoongi pairing even called? joongi ? ? send help

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"One and two and three and - "

Six figures huddled around a screen. The youngest sat in a chair, the rest surrounding him as they observed the movement on-screen. The one in front counted under his breath, shoulders hunched and eyes wide, glued to the monitor.

" - and six and - fuck - "

A movement rippled through the members, a pained cringe, a sympathetic gesture to their maknae, who swore quietly at the sight of a bad fumble. Jungkook clenched his fists, head drooping, as one of his hyungs rested a hand on his shoulder. He didn't know whose, nor did he care. His head fell and his hands were there to catch it, fingers lacing tightly in his dark hair, grimy and damp from sweat and exertion.

"Kookie - " Taehyung tried, gently trying to loosen his maknae's death grip.

"Don't," Jungkook said softly, but where one member stopped, another jumped in.

"We all make mistakes," Seokjin piped in, his hands massaging slow circles into Jungkook's shoulders. "It happens."

"I was half a beat behind there, see?" Hoseok pitched in, pointing at the screen.

All of their reassurances fell on deaf ears. Jungkook shoved away from the table, avoiding eye contact from any of the other BTS members as he stormed out of the room. They watched him go with helpless expressions. Namjoon was the first to move, pulling out his cell phone and sighing softly.

"I'll warn Yoongi."

As he hit 'send' on the message he'd typed out, another phone several miles away buzzed. It shifted slightly on the coffee table it sat on from the sheer force of the vibration. A hand reached out from a bundle of blankets on a couch, sluggishly unlocking the screen and retrieving the device. The glaring white screen had the raven-haired man wincing, and he lowered the brightness on his phone before reading the text.

Nam: I need you to call Jungkook over.

Min Yoongi squinted slightly, eyebrows furrowing as he typed back a response.

Me: is he okay?

Nam: I take it you slept through the performance?

He did, but Yoongi wasn't about to admit that. He sighed softly. Must not have gone well. At least Namjoon was on top of things - Kookie couldn't refuse his sick hyung asking for him. i'll get ahold of him, he sent his leader, then closed the messages and opened his call log. Jungkook's was at the top from when he'd called before their last concert of the year, and it only took two rings before the golden maknae answered.

"Suga-hyung?" Jungkook sounded out of breath, and Yoongi wondered if he'd been running. "You should be resting." There was hesitance in his tone, and the older male could tell why. It was the elephant in the room: who was going to bring up that mess of a performance first?

"Can you come over?" Yoongi asked, in a tone that was more of a whining demand.

A staticky sigh followed the request. "Can't someone else come by?" he tried, the guilt in his tone clear. Yoongi had always been good at manipulation, and he knew he had Jungkook wrapped around his finger.

"You don't want to come take care of me?" Yoongi feigned a hurt tone, his lip even wobbling a little.

"Hyung, that's not - "

"No, it's fine," the ravenet sulked. "I'll just call Jimin - "

"No, it's okay," Jungkook said quickly, not wanting to let his hyung down. "Just - give me like twenty minutes, okay?"

"Are you sure?" Yoongi asked, though he knew the answer.

"Of course." The brunet's voice was reassuring now, the youngest BTS member not willing to upset his sick elder. "I'll be there as soon as I can," he promised.

He hung up then, presumably heading in the direction of their shared dorm. Yoongi was tempted to sleep more, but he supposed he should report back to Namjoon, so he begrudgingly opened up his messaging app.

Me: he's coming over

Namjoon's reply was nearly instantaneous.

Nam: Thank you. Please take care of him while we do meet and greet.

Yoongi's eyelids were drooping again, and he had to force them open as they messaged.

Me: when will you guys be back?

Nam: Late.

Me: well, we'll be here when you're back

Yoongi didn't know if Namjoon ever texted back, because by then he was finally succumbing to sleep. It dragged at his eyelids, tempting him to hide under his blankets and never come back out. Eventually, he gave in, and he snuggled into the warmth provided by the covers before falling back asleep.

He had no idea how long he was asleep, just that when he woke up again, he heard running water in the kitchen. A savory aroma filled the air, and his stomach rumbled, reminding him he hadn't eaten anytime recently.

Before he could call out and ask who was there, Jungkook came into view, holding a damp cloth. "Hyung, you haven't been watching your fever, have you?" the brunet scolded lightly, approaching the couch and pressing the damp, folded washcloth to Yoongi's forehead. "If you don't take care of yourself, you won't get better."

"That's why I have you to take care of me," Yoongi replied sluggishly, offering a sleepy smile. He hadn't realized just how uncomfortably hot his face was until the coldness of the cloth touched his skin. It was heaven. "Thanks, Kookie~ your hyung really appreciates it."

Jungkook only rolled his eyes. "Have you eaten?"

"Not since this morning."

Yoongi could see the concern on Jungkook's features before the younger walked back into the kitchen. "Good, because I brought you bulgogi." He came back with a takeout box, and Yoongi's mouth watered. "You should eat, hyung."

Yoongi's stomach was growling at the smell. His head was in the clouds, fever long forgotten at the idea of food. Angels were singing. His heart swelled with affection for his maknae, always caring for others. He nearly accepted. But then he looked up at Jungkook and remembered what Namjoon had implied, and he sighed softly as he noted that Jungkook's eyes lacked the usual bright cheerfulness they usually held.

Setting the food aside, Yoongi patted the couch cushion beside him, and Jungkook joined him without question or complaint. He shifted until his head was comfortable against Yoongi's chest, their legs tangled. The ravenet moved the blankets so he wouldn't smother Jungkook, and wrapped his arms around the younger boy.

"How are you feeling?" Yoongi asked quietly.

"Not great," Jungkook replied softly.

The older male's fingers moved to the other's dark locks, fingernails gently scratching at Jungkook's scalp as his hyung pet his hair. Jungkook nuzzled into Yoongi's chest, and before the rapper knew it, Jungkook was trembling in his arms. Fingers clutched at Yoongi's shirt, and he continued to run his fingers through Jungkook's soft hair, pressing a soft kiss to the top of the boy's head.

A barely audible sob had Yoongi's heart breaking. "I'm sorry," Jungkook whispered, sniffling. "It's stupid to cry over this."

"If we can cry when we're happy, why can't we cry when we're sad or angry?" Yoongi responded simply, giving a soft pat to the brunet's shoulder.

He didn't expect it when Jungkook practically lunged at him in a needy kiss, but he wasn't complaining; brushing away the tears on his maknae's cheeks with gentle thumbs, Yoongi kissed him back, one of his hands traveling south to rub firm, reassuring circles into Jungkook's hip.

"Nobody is angry at you," Yoongi continued, pulling away just enough to stare earnestly into Jungkook's eyes. "Nobody is upset at you. Nobody is disappointed. Okay?"

Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut, nodding shakily as more tears fell. Yoongi patiently wiped them away again.

"I know what it feels like," he went on, voice even softer, "when you think everyone is disappointed. I know, and it sucks. But they're not, okay? Nobody is. We're all proud of you. We've always been proud."

Another nod, slower this time. The ravenet leaned forward, pressing a tiny kiss to Jungkook's nose. It elicited a small huff, and Yoongi, encouraged by the sound, began leaving small kisses all over his maknae's face. The brunet couldn't hold in his laughter for long. When Yoongi heard it, he smiled back, claiming his maknae's lips in another sweet kiss.

"You're weird, hyung," Jungkook whispered when they pulled away, and once again burrowed into Yoongi's chest.

"I know," Yoongi whispered back, pressing a kiss to the top of Jungkook's head.

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When the rest of BTS came home late that night, they found the two asleep on the couch, clinging to one another tightly. Seokjin pressed the back of his hand gently to Yoongi's forehead, smiling fondly.

"His fever's gone down."

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amazing what endorphins can do, right?

i was originally gonna write OT7 porn but realized i have no idea how to write these dorks so this is gonna be a fic of drabbles with varying lengths and pairings

knOW WHAT THAT MEANS?¿ ? THATS RIGHT FOLKS, JUST SLIDE INTO MY DMS WITH IDEAS/SUGGESTIONS (OR JUST REVIEW TBH) AND ILL PROBABLY WRITE THEM AT SOME POINT

anyways, I hope you all enjoyed whatever this is (?). Remember, my lovelies, follows and favorites are appreciated, but reviews are revered ~