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Hi 👋 could I request a cute fluffy fic of girl y/n caring for sick Jungkook who caught a bad cold because he was playing with bam in the rain . Fluff and comfort. Please 🥹🙏please

Hi, Anon! 👋🏻

Oh my gosh, thank you so much😭 for being my first request, and sending this. I hope I was able to do your request justice and that you like it, but if I didn't, I'm so sorry! And feel free to send in another one.

Requests are open!

-Em

I'll Always Take Care of You :: JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x Fem!Reader, side Jungkook x Bam (our boy has to have a moment with his puppy. he's such a great dog daddy🥰 ofc)

Word Count: 2770

Genre: Fluff/Comfort.

Warnings: Use of the term medicine, but I don't technically specify what kind. Other than that, I don't think there is anything. If there is, though, let me know and I will tag it!

You’d always loved the rain- thunderstorms, light drizzles, downpours, you name it. Most times when it would rain, you would turn on soft music, letting the sound fill your apartment before you’d make yourself a cup of hot tea, or hot chocolate if you were in the mood for something sweeter, before grabbing your fluffiest blanket and whatever book you were reading at the time and sit yourself in your little window seat in your living room and letting the day waste away while the rain fell outside.

Of course, occasionally, you’d forego all the set up and instead, you’d pull on a sturdy pair of shoes and maybe a jacket if you weren’t feeling like getting too wet, before running outside to enjoy the rain in the purest way.

When you met Jungkook, and you both realized that you shared the same love, and appreciation, for the rain, running around outside together and getting soaked to the bone became a much more common activity. And it only became more fun when you guys moved in together and Jungkook would let his dog, Bam, come outside with you both.

Now, usually, you were really good about not doing that when the weather was turning colder, though, never wanting to run the risk of you or Jungkook catching a cold. But sometimes, Jungkook’s childish nature got the best of him, and even if you wouldn’t join them, the two of them would still go and run around in the grass outside the apartment. Jungkook’s laugh always carried enough for you to hear inside, and it always brought a smile to your face, hearing him having so much fun, like he didn’t have a care in the world, and like he hadn’t been buried up to his neck in work at the company only hours before coming home to you and Bam.

Tonight, had been one of those nights. You’d told Jungkook you didn’t think it was a good idea because it had been decently cold the last week and even though today was warmer, the second the rain started, you knew it’d be better to sit it out and watch from the window, while dinner simmered in the kitchen.

“But baby,” Jungkook pouted at you, standing with his legs straddling Bam’s standing form, his hands clutching the sides of the poor, confused dog’s face. “He just wants to go run in the rain! Look at this face, are you really going to tell our son, no?”

Not even looking up from the open pages of your book at your boyfriend’s face, you had to resist the urge to smile at what you knew would be his best pout. It worked on you too often, so much so that all of your guys’ friends would tease you for being too soft when it came to Jungkook. “It’s raining too much for him to go outside right now, and it’s cold.” You said, finally raising your eyes enough to actually meet Jungkook’s. “And you could get sick. You hate being sick.”

Jungkook let out a quiet whine, finally letting Bam’s face go, only to hold him still with a gentle hand on his collar as he leaned down towards him, “Bam, go tell mom we want to go outside. Go tell her you wanna go.” He told the dog in an excited voice, knowing full well what it was going to do to him. “Go, go, go.”

You groaned, halfheartedly, as Bam bounded towards you- shoving his face into your hands, and pushing your book out of the way before he looked up at you with a look Jungkook was attempting to mirror from his same spot by the couch.

You sighed, petting Bam’s head, “Bam, it’s cold, baby, and your puppy rain jacket hasn’t arrived yet.”

“Awe, baby, come on! Please.” Jungkook whined again, “We won’t even stay out there for very long. 5 minutes, I promise. Just 5 minutes, and then we’ll come in and get dry and then we can have dinner.”

You met your boyfriend’s eyes, and sighed, finally letting the corner of your mouth curl up, “5 minutes, Jeon Jungkook, and then your booties better be back inside this apartment and drying off.”

Before you even finished getting the words out, Jungkook was throwing an excited fist into the air, before rushing towards you to quickly press his lips to the top of your head as he all but yelled out, “Thank you, baby!” before he was running towards the door to pull his shoes on, “Bam! Let’s go, buddy!”

He grinned widely at you once more, a moment later, as you held up 5 fingers with a knowing look, at which he shot a quick nod back at you as he let Bam pull him out of the front door. You couldn’t stop the little laugh the bubbled out of your chest at just how endearing you found that man as you quickly headed down to your shared bedroom for a change of clothes and two towels for when they came back in.

It was, of course, longer than 5 minutes, but you took one look at your boyfriend’s excited and smiling face when the door shut behind them and knew you couldn’t be upset about it- not really. Even as he shivered, standing in front of you as you draped one of the towels around his shoulders, before you dropped down to Bam’s level to start drying him off, you knew that they’d had enough fun that Jungkook didn’t care about being cold.

The next morning, you both had gotten up and gone about your morning routines like always. You gave him a quick kiss before you left for work, knowing that he was supposed to be home late tonight because he was busy at the company. Which is why, when you’d finally come home that night, and noticed a lump- the shape of your boyfriend, fast asleep on the couch, you were more than a little confused.

Your brow furrowed, “Baby?”

But he didn’t even move, just continued to sleep away, so you shrugged, and let it go long enough to get Bam leashed and outside for a couple minutes before you were back in the living room, crossing the floor to stand behind the couch, and reaching down to run your hand through Jungkook’s hair to carefully wake him up.

“Kookie?” You said softly, your breath hitching slightly when your fingers made contact with his skin. “Jungkook? Baby, you’re burning up, are you okay? What’s wrong?” You asked quickly, gently shaking him awake.

He groaned, burying his face further into the couch cushion for a moment, before he turned his head enough to look up at you, “I got sent home this morning.” He pouted.

You frowned, “Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling good, baby?”

“Because- “, He started coughing, so much that you quickly went and got him something to help soothe his throat. He took the bottle of water as you settled on your knees in front of him, your hand lovingly rubbing at his knee while he downed almost half the bottle. “Because you said you were going to be really busy today.”

You cooed softly, cupping his flushed cheek in one hand, “If I’d known you were sick, my love, I would’ve stopped to pick you up some stuff before I came home.” You slowly stood back up, brushing his hair away from his face as you looked down at him, seeing the exhaustion in his eyes, “Do you want me to go get you some medicine? Or some soup?”

He leaned forward, pressing his already hot forehead against your stomach as he shook his head.

You sighed, lightly wrapping your arms around his shoulder, twirling the hair at the base of his neck a little, trying to think of what the best thing would be to do first. “Okay, well we need to get your fever to break, so can you go take a cool shower for me, and while you do that, I’ll make you some soup to help your throat?”

He whined softly, and his shoulders slumped even more, “I don’t think I can stand for that long, baby.”

You cupped both of his cheeks and smiled softly, “Then I’ll run you a bath, okay?”

He nodded slowly, his lips pursing a little from your hands, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

You could see it in his eyes, just how bad he felt- both for not saying anything to you, but also just in general. His skin was flushed, and sweat had begun to bead along his hairline from the fever, his eyes didn’t have the same shine to them as usual, and the tip of his nose was red from all the sniffling and wiping that you knew he’d been doing.

You still smiled down at him, leaning down enough to press your lips to his warm forehead, “Don’t think on it for another second, baby. It’s okay. Just let me take care of you, now that I know, yeah?”

A heavy sigh fell from his lips as he nodded again, before you helped pull him from the couch and led him down the hall to the bathroom. You had him sit down on the toilet so you could get the bath started, making sure the temperature was cold enough to help bring his fever down, but still warm enough that he wouldn’t freeze sitting in there.

While the tub filled, you quickly put in a few drops of a couple different oils to help with his stuffy nose, the headache you knew he had, and his throat, before you went and grabbed him a change of clothes, and one of the fluffiest towels you guys owned for when he got out of the bath.

“Alright, my love, into the bath, please.” You told him softly.

He pouted at you, “It’s gonna be cold though.”

You nodded, “A little bit, yeah. But you’re running too warm, baby. You can’t take a hot bath right now. I’m sorry.” You cupped his cheek, “It’ll help, I promise.”

He closed his eyes, leaning into your palm, “Will you stay in here with me?” He asked before he finally started to undress. “I know you said you were going to make me something to eat, but I don’t know if I can actually eat anything right now- not with how bad of a headache I have.”

You hummed softly, “What about just some hot tea for now, then?” You suggested instead, reaching out to stabilize him before he fell into the wall. “And some crackers, at least?”

He sighed tiredly, but nodded, “Yeah, okay.”

You smiled at him, watching him as he slowly got into the tub before he sank into the water with a shaky breath at the temperature. “I know, baby.” You told him, “You’ll get used to it in a minute. I’ll be right back, okay?”

He didn’t even have time to miss you, before you were walking through the doorway again, a steaming mug of hot tea in one hand, and a plate covered in a handful of crackers in the other. He watched, with an affectionate yet tired smile, as you sank to the floor next to the tub and held out the mug to him.

He was shivering a little bit as he wrapped his hands around the hot glass, relishing in the warmth it offered his cold fingers. “Have I told you lately, how lucky I am to have you?”

His voice was scratchy, and quiet, yet you heard every word and couldn’t stop the smile that spread on your face as you held a cracker up towards his mouth for him to bite. You just shyly shook your head at him, playfully rolling your eyes at the same time.

“I mean it.” He mumbled, mouth half full of cracker. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you in my life. You take such great care of me, and Bam, I’d be lost without you.” You could feel your heart fluttering at his words, and at the look in his eyes, as you offered him the rest of that first cracker, still not saying anything back. “I love you, baby.” He whispered, an adoring smile on his slightly chapped lips before he took another drink of his tea- made to perfection, like you always do for him.

You let out a soft sigh, “And I love you.” You told him, without any hesitation in your voice as you smiled at him.

Both of you had been keeping your voices soft, not wanting to disrupt the atmosphere of the dimly lit bathroom, as you kept him company, occasionally feeding him another cracker as he slowly sipped away at his tea, the water in the tub slowly losing what little warmth it had been harboring for him.

You reached up, brushing his bangs from his face before you held your hand to his forehead, then the back of his neck. “You’ve cooled down a lot. Feeling better?”

He nodded gently, “Headache’s almost completely gone. Can I get out now?”

You giggled softly, nodding as you stood up and grabbed the towel, you’d set aside for him. “Come on.”

After a long few minutes, Jungkook was nice and dry, sitting on the couch under a light blanket with some random movie playing on the tv, while you mulled around the kitchen to make you guys something small to eat, before you both retreated into your room so you could try to get him to bed.

It was easy to see that Jungkook was completely miserable still. You’d agreed to lay in bed with him, at least until he fell asleep, so that you could pick up the apartment a little bit, before you finally went to bed, too. But sleep was the last thing on his body’s mind- even if it was the one thing it needed the most.

He’d started coughing more, and no matter how he seemed to lay- on his back, on his right side, on his left side, sitting up a little bit with his back pressed into your chest- his nose was plugged and making it near impossible for him to breathe.

Finally, after getting him into a position that made it somewhat easier, you’d disappeared into the bathroom in search of cold medicine. When he heard you come back into the room, having had his back to the door and not wanting to move after spending so long just trying to get comfortable, he whined when he saw what you were holding in your hand.

“Baby, no, please.”

You gave him a look, “I know you don’t like it, but it’s all we’ve got right now, and you need to take something.”

“It makes me feel yucky the next morning, though.” He pouted.

“My love, I don’t think you’re going to feel any yuckier than you do right now.” You pointed out, handing him the recommended amount of the medicine, and holding the water bottle low enough that he could take the straw into his mouth.

“I don’t wanna.”

“Kookie, please, just take the medicine.” You sighed, “I promise you, that it’s going to help you feel better, and it’ll help you sleep.” He looked up at you, still pouting, but took the medicine finally, taking a big drink of water right after. “Thank you, baby.”

“Are you still staying until I fall asleep?” He asked, watching you put the water back down.

You glanced back down at him, “Yeah, I told you that I would.”

He hummed just loud enough for you to hear it as you rounded the bed again and climbed in behind him, moving close enough that you could run your fingers through his hair and scratch his scalp to help lull him to sleep a little faster.

Neither one of you said anything as you laid there, the darkness of the room enveloping the both of you in a comfortable atmosphere, with only the sounds of your breathing bouncing off the walls- with the occasional cough, too, of course. Until finally, it seemed like Jungkook was almost completely asleep.

You leaned over enough to glimpse at his face and smiled, carefully moving to get out of the bed to go do your few chores for the night, and just as you had wrapped your hand around the bedroom door handle, Jungkook’s voice quietly sounded from the bed.

“Thank you, for taking care of me.”

You smiled at his back, “I’ll always take care of you, baby.”