#bts cold

[crystalsnow95z]

i had a sudden idea for a fic req. maybe poor jimin has a cold during one of bts' important meetings? like their speeches with UN and this makes jimin feel bad.

I struggled so much with this I don't know why..it's a bit short compared to my normal work. Forgive me🙏

I'm sorry it didn't turn out well, but the more i try to redo it, the more i hate it😅

"I don't know if I can do this..." Jimin eyes shifted to the others,watching them get ready for their own speeches, but no matter how hard I tried to suppress my cough to get through mine,I can't even get a quarter way before the painful cough escapes.

"Did you take the medicine before we left?" Hobi asks, looking up from his paper with worry in his eyes.

Jimin taking a tissue to spit the phlegm into. "I took medicine right when I woke up, and right after we got off the pla-" His coughing stops him from finishing the sentence, quickly grabbing a tissue to spit into, the mucus that filled his throat making him feel like gagging.

"Are you sure you don't just want to shorten your speech or just skip it all together? It sounds like you're losing your voice.." Jin suggests, but the idea of everyone else doing the speech was clearly out of the question.

Jungkookie is so nervous about it, I can see the paper shaking, and Namjoonie-hyung hasn't been able to sit still since we got here.. it wouldn't be fair for me to skip it, and I spent so much time on my speech.. I have to do this..

"No, no. I finally got my speech memorized. I'll mess up if I change..eh..eh..heh'tichiugh!" Jimin quickly covers his face, getting snot on the sleeves of his suit, pouting at the mess he made.

"Come on, Jiminie, let's get you cleaned up." Yoongi pulls Jimin by the elbow, leading him to the bathroom, wetting some paper towel to wash off the ends of his suit. "It's okay if you can't do it. If you're sick, you're sick. You can't control it." He dabs the mess away, careful not to just spread it further.

"I have to do this.. it won't feel right not to.. I'll just feel guilty the whole time.." Jimin sniffles, making him cough.

"Stop that, blow your nose." Yoongi scolds him, putting a hand on his shoulder before adding in a softer tone. "You'll just make yourself feel worse."

Jimin didn't think that was possible. He had to speak softer to stop his throat from hurting so much to talk, and his sinuses were so swollen it made his whole face hurt with a sharp headache, each cough just making the pain become intensify.

"Sorry, hyung.." Jimin went into the stall to get some toliet paper, trying to clear his nose while Yoongi washed his hands. No matter how hard he tried, it felt like there's no end. He sighed in annoyance, flushing the wads of tolietpaper down the toliet.

"You feeling any better?" Namjoon entered the bathroom to check on Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung peeking in the bathroom.

"Guys I'm fine..it's just a cold. I'm fine." Jimin gives him a smile, hoping if he keeps saying it, it would come true.

"It's time to go.." Staff calls to the members. "Is everyone ready?"

"As ready as I can be.." Jimin says, stifling a cough.

The boys look at him with worried expressions, following staff out of the room to meet with their president before going on stage.

Namjoon meets him first, bowing deeply and taking his hand. "Thank you for inviting us. It's a real honor."

"It's a pleasure to see you boys again." The president gives him a smile, greeting each boy with a warm hug.

Jimin tenses when he feels him squeeze him, a cough escaping his lips, quickly pulling away and bowing deeply. "I'm sorry..."

"Are you unwell?" The South korean president asked.

"It's nothing serious, I'm..I'm.." Jimin turns away from him, covering his face with his hands as a squeak of a sneeze comes out of him. "Hehitch!" He sniffles wetly, cheeks flushed red with embarrassment as he turns back, bowing again. "I'm sorry."

"Bless you." Hoseok rubs his back, giving him a tissue for his dripping nose. "Here, Jiminie."

Jimin wipes his nose, feeling it trying to drip into his mouth. I'm so gross.. I'm supposed to be here to represent my nation..

"Do you think you can perform today?" The president asks with concern, making Jimin's heart skip a beat. He had almost forgotten they were going to record before the meeting.

"I'll be okay.." Jimin says, trying to keep his voice steady. He wasn't just performing for army.. this was representing his nation. He couldn't mess this up.

"You got this.. I'll be here to back you up okay? I've been memorizing your lyrics with Taehyungie hyungie on the plane just I'm case you needed help?" Jungkook tries to rub some of the tension out of Jimin's shoulders. He couldn't help him with his speech, but he could at least lend him his voice while they performed, just as Jimin did for him before.

"Thanks Gukkie.." Jimin gives him a small smile, appreciating the gesture, but he didn't want to put extra work on the younger members.

"We got five minutes before rolling." A staff member alerts them.

Jimin pops a cough drop into his mouth to try to soothe his raw throat, feeling the mentol numbing a bit of the pain away. "I'll be okay.. my throat feels a little better after the tea staff gave me. Just worry about your parts okay?" He sniffles, making Jungkook leave his side to find him a tissue.

Jimin blows his nose one last time before getting into position to perform with his members, checking that the lighting was okay and that everyone's mic was working properly. He put one hand over the other to keep the mic steady in his stretching hands.

"Testing, 1..2.." Jimin could hear his voice in his ear piece, grimacing on how he sounded, clearing his throat to see if it would help. "Ahh..ahh.." he makes more sound into the mic, relaxing when he sounds more like himself again.

"Jiminie you got this!" Hoseok cheered into his mic.

"Let's go J.M!" Namjoon joins in.

Jimin smiles, wishing he had as much confidence in himself as they did.

He heard staff counting down for the cameras to roll, taking a deep breath, coughing instead of exhaling. He apologizes when he hears them starts the count over, feeling the eyes of his concerned members watching him.

I can do this.. I have to do this..

Jimin wishes it wasn't him that was singing first, that he asked to change it to a song without so many high notes, but he couldn't bring himself to ask the members to do it with less than a 24 hour notice.

He took another deep breath this time his voice coming out, singing calmly into the mic despite his heart thumping loudly in his ears and hammering against his chest.

"Open my eyes I'm in the dark..The sound of my heart beating... When it's unfamiliar.."

He sings the lyrics with his eyes closed, pressing his palm by his throat to try to help ease the pain. This isn't even the high part.. but it hurts..

Jungkook takes over the next part, Jimin pursing his lips together as a cough tries escaping. He was glad they didn't have any choreography to do. He was already having a rough time breathing, his nose already stuffing up once more during Yoongi's part. He took a deep breath when he heard Jungkook singing, cursing himself for shaking so much.

"Maybe I fell in order to take the place of those countless stars..." Jimin's voice came out strained, cracking at the end, making tears start to well up in his eyes, quickly looking up to try to stop them, blinking rapidly, singing softer.

"The target of thousands of bright arrows is me alone, ayy.." Jungkook sings along with him.

The notes will only get higher from here..

Jimin feels Jungkook and Jin move on either side of him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and swaying him as they sing the chorus.

Jimin takes a shaky breath, smiling through his tears, wrapping his arms around the waist of his members. As if planned, Taehyung wraps his arm around Jungkook, the two singing the post chorus together,sharing Taehyung's mic.

Namjoon wraps around Taehyung and Hoseok to Jin as they sing their parts, Hoseok beckoning Yoongi over by opening up his arm, the rapper shyly joining in the line.

Jimin smiles, despite the tears that flowed down his cheeks, feeling the love pouring from his members. Jungkook kept his word, Taehyung and Jungkook harmonizing with him for his parts to cover up his mistakes, the boys moving outside during the last minute of the song, quickly jumping into the next.

Jimin felt his voice growing weaker and weaker as he sang the two youngest members', voices overpowering his by the end of the second song. He focused on the choreography, pushing his limits to try to put on a good, completely exhausted by the end of it.

"Cut!"

As soon as Jimin heard the word, he collapsed into the grass, coughing into his fist, screwing his eyes shut from the pain in his throat.

"Jimin-ah, are you okay? Do you need oxygen" Hoseok rushes to his side, rubbing upper chest try to loosen the mucus. "Please, could I have some water?" He asks staff, using his sleeves to wipe the sweat from Jimin's brow.

Jimin spits up phelm, taking deep breaths to try to slow his coughing. A staff member gives him a water bottle, Jimin giving him a quick bow before gulping it down, the cool liquid soothing his throat.

"I'm fi.." Jimin's voice was only a hoarse whisper, cracking at the end, his eyes widening. Oh no. This can't be happening. I have a speech to give..

"My..my voice.." Jimin feels his eyes water, burying his face in Hoseok's shoulder.

"Aiigo.. the performance was too much.." Hoseok coos sympathically, hugging him close. "It's okay baby, it's okay.. you gave it your all.."

"I should've told him not to sing. Im sorry, Jimin.." Namjoon felt guilty for letting him push himself past his limits, but Jimin shook his head.

"I wanted to do it.." Jimin looks up helplessly at Namjoon. "But..now..what about the speech?"

"I told you before not to worry about that..it's not important.." Namjoon pulls him close. "Don't worry about it, Jiminie. Just worry about getting better, okay? I can read it for you."

"But-"

Namjoon puts a finger on his lips. "No. No more talking. Let hyung handle it." He pulls the older card on Jimin. "You rest and don't cry.. you can't help it if you get sick.."

Jimin nods, knowing that even if he argued against him, he wouldn't be able to do it. Jimin takes the tissue staff offered him, cleaning up his face. As soon af the tissue touched his nose the sneezes he held back came one by one. "Heh..uughchi! Heh'itchi...Ha..hexifgh..! Heh'xxcghi!"

"My poor baby.." Hoseok rubs Jimin's back, trying to soothe him. "We'll have to get you more medicine when we get to the hotel.."

"I'm sorry.. for embarrassing everyone.." Jimin sniffles.

"You didn't embarrass anybody. It's perfect normal to be sick okay Jiminie?" Yoongi tells him in a serious tone.

"Yeah, we're proud you pushed through two songs when you were in such bad condition." Jin adds wiping Jimins eyes. "You're gonna make me cry.."

"So..I can..still go on stage and stand with you guys?" Jimin asks, voice cracking.

"What kind of question is that?" Taehyung sounds mock offended. "Of course you're going to be with us. You just got to stay quiet, and every time you try to talk I'll hit you with my shoe." He teases, untying his shoe.

"Taehyungie you better keep your shoes on while on stage. Dont embarrass me." Namjoon scolds playfully, getting a giggle out of the 95ers.

"Keep your sweaty shoe to yourself." Jimin whispers with a tiny giggle, pushing away the shoe Taehyung was threatening him with.

"I said no talking." Taehyung playfully hits Jimin in the thigh with the shoe. "Bad Jimin."

"Come on kids, we gotta get ready. Sick or not, we still have a meeting to attend.." Jin gathers up his members, going back inside.

"Jiminie remember, it doesn't matter what the world thinks. Only Army..and they'll understand you aren't always like this okay?" Hoseok tells him taking his hand. "Just get better soon okay?"

Jimin smiles, nodding his head, feeling himself calming down. He makes a heart to Hoseok, the older member smiling.

"I love you too Jiminie." Hoseok pulls Jimin close to kiss the top of his head. "A lot of people do, so take better care of yourself."

[jkvjimin]

[3/?] random gifs of maknae line cr. namuspromised

[crystalsnow95z]

I saw this prompt from @btshurtcomfortprompts and loved it, so I'm doing a quick drabble. It doesn't have a proper ending. Sorry.

Caretaker: Taehyung and Jin

"Taehyung-ah I need help, how do you get him to move forward?" Jimin calls from the black mare he was mounted on, nervously stroking the back of her neck.

"Mines going backwards.." Jin says urgently, making the other members laugh to see him struggle with a confused expression.

"Watch." Taehyung controls his brown stallion, making him go in a circle around the members, showing the members each movement and sound he makes in the process, his horse riding lessons paying off.

"Oh! She's moving!" Jimin smiles brightly, riding along side Taehyung. "Look I got it Tete."

"Good job, Jiminie," Taehyung praises Jimin, but his words are drowned out by the high-pitched panic of J-hope.

"Woah, woah.. too fast..too fast!" J-hope squeals when his horse goes into a full gallop, misreading his body language.

"Hyung you gotta relax your body and gently pull the reins." Taehyung calls to him, speeding up his horse to catch up with him. "Hyungie keep your back straight..!"

"Woah Pepper woah!" J-hope trusts Taehyung, following his advice, relaxing when the grey mare slows down. "Oh..Oh my stomach.." J-hope whines softly. "I'm done with the horse.. please help me get down. I'd much rather ride a bike.."

A staff member helps him get off the horse, j-hope laying in the grass, waiting for the nausea to pass.

"Are you okay, Hyungie?" Taehyung asks, stopping his horse in front of J-hope, ready to get down to check on him but J-hope sits up.

"No, don't worry. Go have fun. I'm okay." J-hope waves him off.

The boys were going to have a quick race, the members taking time to get used to the horses. Jungkook finally gets used to riding, happily riding up to Taehyung. "Look, hyung. I think I got the hang of it." He says proudly.

"You're really good." Taehyung gives him what he wanted, Jungkook beaming happily at the praise.

Yoongi gets off his horse to check on J-hope, rubbing his hand over J-hope's stomach. "You okay Hoba?"

"Yeah.. I'm okay.. I guess I was too tense, so she thought I wanted to go faster.." J-hope lays his head in Yoongi's lap. "Do you think I should give her another chance? Taehyungie is really excited that all seven of us have a chance to ride together this time.."

"I think you can do it. You just have to be careful not to squeeze her because you're nervous. Do you want me to see if staff has any medicine for nausea first?"

J-hope nods, letting Yoongi up. "Thanks hyung.."

"Ready?" Taehyung asks the members.

"As ready as I'll ever be." J-hope strokes the mare's mane, taking a deep breath to keep calm. "Let's go before I change my mind!"

The seven boys take off at the count of three, Namjoon, Jin and J-hope starring slowly as the other boys quickly get their horses in a gallop.

"You're doing good Yoongi-hyung!" Jungkook says with surprise when Yoongi passes him. "But I won't let you win!"

Everything was going well until the sound of thunder boomed in the distance. Most of the horses were unaffected, but the younger unexpirenced mare Jimin was riding got spooked, bucking upwards.

Jimin instinctly held onto the reins tightly, but when the mare bucked up again, taking off in a full gallop in fear, sending Jimin flying off, falling awkwardly on his side with a yelp.

Taehyung skids his horse to a stop when he hears Jimin, jumping down to rush to his side, ignoring his awkward landing. "Jimin-Ah are you okay?"

Jimin gasped for air, his ribcage flaring up with pain where he landed. "Ah..Taehyung-ah it hurts to breathe.."

Taehyung lifts up Jimin's shirt to examine him, eyes widening when he sees that where he fell was already bruising. "Ah Jiminah.. it's already turning blue.."

"Its just some bruises...Tae don't worry so much... It could've been much worse... Taehyungie, it's not your fault." Jimin takes short, quick breaths to try to miminize his pain. Even after getting home on painkillers, it still hurt to take a deep breath.

"But it was my idea to go horseback riding.. I shouldn't have chosen something so dangerous.. you guys weren't trained like I was.." Taehyung speaks softly with a pout while putting a cold compress on Jimin's injured ribcage, still working on bringing down the swelling. "If we went to the beach or hiking, you wouldn't be hurting right now."

"It's not your fault the horse got scared, so stop blaming yourself. I wanted to try it, too." Jimin lightly punched Taehyungs thigh, yawning with a squeak, screwing up his eyes from the pain.

"You should get some sleep, Jiminie. You won't yawn if you're asleep. Do you need anything first? Some water? A snack? More blankets? Some cuddles?"Taehyung asks, trying to think about anything to help make Jimin more comfortable.

"I'm really hot right now.. could you open the window for me, please?" Jimin requests softly, the room being hot and stuffy from no one being home all day.

"Of course." Taehyung gets up to open it, letting the summer breeze in. "It's so nice out.. and now your stuck inside..."

"Jimin-ah, Taehyung-ah, it's time for dinner." Jin calls from the kitchen.

"I'm not hungry. I'm too tired, you can go though.." Jimin tries to suppress his yawn by closing his mouth, eyes watering when when his lungs expand with a whimper.

"I want to stay with you. I'll eat when you sleep." Taehyung takes a seat back on the bed, but his stomach grumbles in protest, his cheeks tinting pink.

"Go eat, Tete. I'll be fine." Jimin pushes at his side. "I'll be asleep in a few minutes, and you hardly ate lunch because it was too spicy for you. Enjoy the trip for me, okay? You don't have.. to spend it.. in here with me.." Jimin struggles with each sentence, feeling lightheaded.

"If you're sure.. Alright, I'm going.." Taehyung reluctantly leaves with another push. "I'll come back tonight then, okay?"

"You can't sleep in my bed, Taehyungie. I love you, but I don't want you grabbing me in your sleep." Jimin knows Taehyungs sleeping habits, wincing at just the thought of Taehyung throwing his leg around him. "I'll be fine, really. I'll call you if I need anythi..aahh.." Jimin whines when another yawn comes, holding his tender ribcage.

Taehyung pouts at his rejection but understands, not arguing against it. "Alright, Jiminie. I'll come before bed, but I'll sleep with Jungkookie tonight." He gives Jimin a kiss on the top of his head before leaving the room.

Jimin wakes up in the middle of the night, shivering. (Why is my room so cold...?) He goes to sit up to investigate, but his body reminds him of his injury with a sharp pain, making his head spin, falling back with a thud. Jimin inhales sharply, eyes watering. (Fu*k..that hurts...)

Jimin keeps his eyes closed while he waits for the pain to become bearable again, taking small breaths listening to the sound of the heavy rain. (Why does it sound so loud..?)

Jimin opens his eyes, allowing them to adjust to the darkness. He looks around, finding the source of the cold air. (Ah, the window..) He had completely forgotten he asked Taehyung to open it, the cold night air stuffing his nose.

Jimin searches the bed for his phone, slowly sliding his hand across the bed until his hand hits it, squinting when the blinding white light shines in his eyes, calling his soulmate.

"Jimin-ah?" Taehyung's husky voice comes through Jimin's phone on the very last ring.

"I'm sorry to wake you..but my window..it's freezing in my room now.." Jimin takes small breaths in between each sentence, every breath more painful than the last.

"Window...?" Taehyung's sleepy deep voice comes through, trying to process the words, fully waking up."Ah, i didn't close the window, and it's storming!"

Jimin could hear Taehyung coming, so he hung up the phone. Taehyung rushes to the window, pushing it closed. "It was hot earlier..the rain really brought down the temperature. Do you need anything else Jiminah? I can make you some tea to warm you up."

Jimin checks the time on his phone, counting on his fingers to see if it's been long enough for another dose of medicine to help the pain. "You don't have to make tea, I just want a jacket and the medicine the doctor gave me.. it's ten minutes early, but I don't care.."

Taehyung nods, turning on the lamp and shaking a pill out of the bottle giving it to Jimin along with a water bottle. "Here, don't drop it.." He carefully places the pill in his hand before going to Jimin's suitcase, rummaging through it. "The one you packed is a pullover hoodie. Let me get you mine. It'll be easier to put on." Taehyung leaves the room.

Jimin swallows the pill, washing it down with water. Jimin's heart sank when he felt an itch in his nose, a sneeze coming on. "Heh...ceh..cheu"Jimin squeaked out the sneezes, eyes watering.

"Jiminie, what was that?" Taehyung returns to the room with a slight limp to his step, helping him sit up so he can get the jacket over his arms.

"A very painful sneeze." Jimin sniffles, instantly regretting it, gritting his teeth together. "Ugh.." He complained softly.

"Poor baby.. it should warm up in here soon. The rest of the house is warm. Do you want me to hold you so you can warm up faster? I promise i won't fall asleep" Taehyung asks offering his pinkie.

"Alright, as long as you leave as soon as you're tired, okay?" Jimin allows Taehyung onto the bed, the younger man inching close to his uninjured side, helping him slowly lay back down.

The mix of Taehyung's warmth and the medicine kicking in made Jimin drowsy, falling asleep almost instantly. "Jiminah?" Taehyung whispers,getting no response.

(I don't want to hurt you if I fall asleep, too..) Taehyung tries to slowly move Jimin off his chest, but when he tries, Jimin lets out a soft moan, squeezing Taehyung tighter. (Ah.. I'm stuck. I don't know how to avoid hurting him..) Taehyung strokes Jimin's hair from his face. He stayed up as long as he could, reading comics on his phone and scrolling through social media, commenting on weverse posts, and sending the Fandom in a frenzy until he passes out, unable to fight the tiredness that engulfed him.

Taehyung wakes to the sound of Jimin's coughing. He quickly checked to see if he accidently squeezed him checking the placement of his hands, one on Jimin's back the other wrapped around Jimin's shoulder loosely,Jimin safely laying on his chest. Taehyung's heart tightens when another cough comes, along with a pained whimper, finding out it wasn't him that was the problem.

"Oh no, Jiminie.." Taehyung sighs sympathetically when he sees the reddened nose and flushed cheeks of his fellow 95er. He gently reaches his hand to Jimin's cheek, feeling the heat of a fever. "Aiigo..my poor Minie.." Taehyung looks for his phone, finding it just out of his reach by his knee. (Sh*t.. I need to get a hold of the others..) He slowly bends his leg, using his foot to push his phone closer, but he jumps when Jimin sneezes, kicking his phone off the bed.

"Heh'ehhitch..!" Jimin squeaks.

"Ah, you aren't making this easy.." Taehyung sighs, thinking of another plan. Taehyung checks the dimly lit room for Jimin's phone, finding it on the pillow. He calls Jin, whispering into the phone. "Hyung we need medicine for Jininie."

"Who is it?" Jin's answers, hardly awake to process Taehyungs whispers.

"Hyung its Taehyung.. please wake up.." Taehyung speaks urgently into the phone as he feels Jimin's chest fill with air and his nose twitch, putting his finger under Jimin's nose to try to stop it.

"Vuu? What's wrong?" The desperation in Taehyung's voice wakes him up.

"Jimin is sick.." Taehyung says softly. "I think he caught a cold from the open window last night.."

"Heh'ehhitchu!" Jimin sneezes with a pained squeak despite his efforts to stop it.

Taehyung pulls his finger away, unsure on what to do with the thin layer of slimy mucus that covered it. "Bring tissues too.."

"Heh'hitch!" Jimin sneezes again, this time sitting up, whimpering as a sharp pain hits his injured ribs, wrapping his arm around them."Fu*k..it hurts..."

"I'll get some medicine and make him something light to eat. He really should eat with the pain killers.." Jin starts making a mental list of what he needs. "Just try to keep him comfortable for now."

"I will hyung.. thank you." Taehyung gives Jimin a kiss on the top of his head he hangs up."My poor minnie.. hyung will bring you medicine to help, okay? Your nose is dripping. Hang on I'll get you a tissue.

Jimin goes to answer, but a squeaky sneeze comes out instead followed by a whimper. "Heh'ehhitch! Mmm.."

Jin comes into the room with a box of tissues, a handful of cough drops, and Hoba is up now so asked him to cook while im out. "I need to go to the store, but I got these for now. I'll come back as soon as I can, okay, Minnie?" Jin takes out a tissue, wiping it underneath Jimin's dripping nose. Try to rest until Hoba comes okay?"

"Okay, hyung.." Jimin wiggles his nose, Jin tickling it with the tissue. "Heh'hich!" Jimin whimpers.

Jin kisses the top of his head, leaving the room to buy medicine the vocalist desperately needed.

"Do you want to read this web toon I found last Night? I think you'd like it. I'll even read it to you." Taehyung very slowly adjusts so Jimin can see while he scrolls, reading from the beginning despite being 50 pages in alraady, reading words out loud, giving each character a different voice.

Jimin laughs at one of the parts, inhaling sharply from the pain. (I didn't think laughing could hurt so much..it's just as bad as sneezing..)

"Ah, I'm sorry.. I'm sorry!" Taehyung tries to gently rub the pain away for him. "I didn't know you'd think it was that funny.."

"No..no, it's okay.." Jimin speaks through gritted teeth, eyes shut tightly. "It's not your fault. You were just trying to cheer me up." Jimin takes quick, steady breaths leaning heavily against Taehyung's side.

"Let's stop reading it for now.." Taehyung rubs his thumb across Jimin's knuckles. "I can read it to you more when you're feeling better.."

"That's probably for the best. I'm sorry Taehyung-ah.."

Jin enters the room with a bag, spilling the contents on the side table, taking out a thermometer, pressing it under Jimin's tongue. (He's running a mild fever..)"Jiminie, how are you feeling?"

"It hurts to breathe and I keep sneezing.. and I can't even laugh.." jimin speaks with a pout.

"My poor baby..do you think you could eat? Hobi is almost done cooking.." Jin asks while pouring medicine into the small cup. "Here, take this.."

"I think so.. my stomach doesn't hurt.. just my head and ribs.." jimin answers honestly, taking the medicine then scrunching his nose at the strong cherry taste.

"Try at least a few bites, okay?"

"Okay.." jimin squeaks when another yawn comes. "You should go hyungie, I don't want you getting sick."

"What about Taehyungie?"

"He's already been here all night, it's too late. I probably already gave it to him. You're welcome." Jimin says with a playful smile.

"Oh, thanks." Taehyung says sarcastically, pressing his forehead playfully against Jimins. "Sharing isn't always caring."

Jin relaxes to see Jimin playing with Taehyung, leaving to the kitchen to help J-hope, but Jin isn't aware Jimin is trying his hardest not to worry his members. Taehyung has already seen how much pain he was in, seeing no point in trying to fool him too.

"Will you rub my shoulder? It still hurts.." jimin asks softly, Taehyung not hesitating to rub gently where Jimin fell, careful not to put to much pressure, softly humming a song Jimin knew, but couldn't recall the name.

Jimin starts to drift back to sleep, his body growing heavy against Taehyung's side, but as soon as his breathing starts to slow, he takes too deep of a breath, the pain multiplying ten fold, digging his nails into Taehyung's side, eyes swelling with tears.

"Ahh..Jiminie.." Taehyung puts his hand on top of Jimin's, trying to loosen his grip on his waist. "Please..that hurts, squeeze my hand instead.."

Jimin takes his hand, squeezing it."I..I'm sorry..it just hurts.." Jimin couldn't even sniffle to stop his nose from dripping and crying only added more snot to his already stuffed up nose, making breathing agonizing.

"It's okay Jiminie, it was an accident.." Taehyung wipes away Jimin's tears, then tries to wipe his nose clean with a tissue. "You gotta blow Jiminie, you'll be able to breathe better.."

Jimin obeys, messily blowing into the tissue lightly. "Thanks Tae..that's a little better.." Jimin's breathing still came out in short gasps, his head spinning.

"Jiminie, you gotta sit up. It'll make it easier to breathe, here, y.. you can lean on me.." Taehyung tries to keep his voice steady, but his voice still trembles. He could see Jimin's eyes dulling, becoming unfocused. "You'll faint Jimin.."

Jimin tries to move, but every inch he moves sends a ripple of pain in his ribs, tears streaming down his cheeks. "I can't..it hurts.."

Taehyung's heart tightens, gripping Jimin's shoulders to keep his progress from being lost. "Come here, Jiminie, it's okay, it's okay.."

Taehyung moves Jimin slowly, letting him cling to his side, resting his head on Taehyung's chest.

"There you go.. is that any better?" Taehyung strokes Jimin's hair from his face, using the rim of his sleeve to dry his tears.

Jimin nods slightly. "A..a little..You're warm.."

"Try to sleep until hobi-hyung comes okay?" Taehyung gently runs his hand up and down Jimin's back, slightly scratching.

" 'ehhitchu!" Jimin sneezes into Taehyung's chest with a whimper, trying to rub the itch away, only irritating it further. "Hehtigh..!" Taehyung could feel the mucus and teaers soaking his shirt as a few more sneezes come out of his soulmate. "Heydht.. Hibxxtch..Heh'ehhtchmmmm.." he whines as the last sneeze comes burying his nose in Taehyung's shoulder to try to stop anymore from coming, just for the uncomfortable tickle moved down to his throat.

Taehyung's stomach dropped, feeling utterly helpless to comfort his best friend, just stroking Jimin's hair. "The medicine should help soon.. just try to breathe until it kicks in. You can do it Minnie.."

Jimin tried to take a breath, but it only came out as a groan, holding his tender ribcage. "I can't..it hurts.."

"That's alright, just trying is enough.." Taehyung gently rubs Jimin's back.

Jimin keeps trying with Taehyung's encouragement, finally getting a steady breath.

"There you go..that's it.. good job." Taehyung relaxes, giving jimin a kiss on his temple, Jimin feeling warmer than before. (His body is working so hard..)

J-hope enters minutes later with a tray with two bowls of Jook and two cups. "I brought breakfast for you and some ginger tea. Aiigo, Jiminie have you been crying?"

"My eyes keep watering from sneezing because it hurts.." Jimin says in a whine.

"My poor baby.." J-hope rubs the back of his neck lovingly. "Try to eat a bit and get more sleep. The more you rest, the faster you'll get better. I can't believe how unlucky you got.."

"I can't either..remind me to always close my window before bed..this is the..the..Itc..hih!" Jimin sneezes.

Namjoon pops into the room. "How are you Jiminah?"

"Miserably sneezy..but I'll be okay.."

"Hope, are you going to come with us or stay here?"

"He's coming with you." Jimin answers for J-hope.

"But I should really stay and help Taehyungie." J-hope counters.

"He's going too." Jimin didn't want anyone missing out because of him.

"Taehyung-ah can't go. He was limping by the time we returned home. Staff wants him to rest his ankle so he doesn't get worse." Namjoon informs Jimin.

"What?" Jimin looks at Taehyung, only now noticing the wrap around his foot and ankle. "You didn't tell me you were put on bed rest.."

"It's not a big deal. It's actually a good thing. It means i get to spend quality time with you." Taehyung smiles. "You go have fun. I'll be able to handle things here."

Everyone checked in on the 95ers before leaving for the day, Yoongi making sure there's plenty of water by the bed, Jungkook bringing in an extra humidifier to help with Jimin's stuffy nose, Jin putting his RJ doll on the bed. Jimin felt well loved by his brothers.

'Minnie's, do you think you could try to eat a little for me? You haven't eaten since breakfast yesterday.."

"I don't feel hungry.." Jimin says in a breathy whisper.

"Does your stomach hurt Minnie?" Taehyung asks gently before trying to push him further, not wanting to worsen his condition.

"No, just my head and r...hitchieck...!" Jimin sneezes.

"Then please eat just a little bit for me? You need to keep your strength up so you can get better. Please?"

Jimin always found it hard to say no when Taehyung looked at him with those big brown eyes, but his hand was too shaky, the food falling off the spoon before reaching his mouth.

"Let me do it." Taehyung uses a tissue to clean up the jook then picks up Jimin's spoon, being sure to blow on it before giving it to jimin.

Jimin takes a bite. "You got to eat too Taehyungie."

"I will, after you had your fill." Taehyung says, scooping up another spoonful, feeding it to Jimin.

Jimin only makes it through a few more bites until another sneeze comes, spraying the food all over his caretaker."echitch!"

Taehyung puts the bowl down, embracing Jimin for the next few sneezes he knew were coming by the way Jimins nose twitches.

"Hwjtvhi...Heh'ehhitxch! Hehtigh.." Jimin sneezes consecutively. "Ugh. Taehyungie..?"

"Yes Jiminie?"

"Knock me out so i stop sneezing.." Jimin whines.

"I would if I could.. but you know I couldn't really hurt you."

"I know Tete..thanks for staying with me.." Jimin smiles through the pain.

Category: Whump/Injury, Sickfic

Whumpee: Jimin

Caretaker: any/author’s choice

Prompt: The day after Jimin bruises his ribs, he comes down with a cold.

[youmyjhope]

Hey can you post namjoon moan just only Namjoon plzz 🥺

do not repost

[namchyoon]

yeah you are!

[sailon-ishmael]

Absolutely obsessed with him tbh

[bts-trans]

241210 RM's Instagram Stories

Story 1 - Colde to Namjoon:

세상은 순수하고 무고한 것들이 더 많은 무게를 짊어지게 되는 불공평한 일들이 참 많은 것 같아 솔직하고 떳떳할수록 거짓으로 두꺼운 가면과 갑옷을 두른 이들에게 바로 살을 내어주고 마니까. 그치만 우리 그런게 인생이더라도 이렇게 맨 주먹과 몸으로, 그리고 영혼으로 이 세상을 살아가자 남준아! 살을 내어주는 것쯤은 두려워말고 말이야 같이 또 각자, 그런 길을 걸어가는 친구가 옆에 있다는 사실로도 삶은 충분히 따뜻하고 행복한 것 같어! 지금 내가 잠 못 이루듯이 너 또한 그런 밤을 보내고 있겠지만 부디 다시 보는 날까지 조금은 걱정을 내려두고 밥 잘 먹고, 푹 잘 자고, 잘 지내기만을 기도할게 (https://www.instagram.com/stories/rkive/3519850001091820691?igsh=YmU4dHBwZzJ4eXNp)

The world seems to be full of unfair situations where the pure and innocent have to shoulder even more burdens. The more honest and upright you are, the more you end up having to offer your flesh to those who bundle themselves up with thick masks and armours of falsehoods.

Still, Namjoon-ah, even if that is how life is, let’s continue to live on in this life with our bare hands, bodies, and souls! Don’t be afraid to offer up yourself.

To know that I have a friend who I can walk alongside on this path, both together and in our own ways—that alone brings enough warmth and happiness.

Even though sleep evades me right now, and I’m sure you are also facing the same kind of night, until we meet again, please lay some of your worries down. I’ll be praying that you eat well, sleep well, and take good care of yourself.

Story 2 - Namjoon to Colde:

이 일년 반이 그저 무용하지 않기를 바라지만 비겁하고 위태로운 생각이 나를 더 지배하는 게 사실이란다— 그러나 신이란 게 있다면 만약 우리 그릇에 맞는, 이유 있는 시련만 우리에게 주는 것이라면.. 무언가 이유가 있을 거라고 생각해 어디 있어도 언제여도 누구와 있어도 결국 모든 건 내 마음과 진심에 달려있기 마련이지. 경영자로 또 하나의 자아를 만들고 넓힌 건 너의 결심이니 친구로서 그저 응원하고 기도하는 마음일 뿐. 겨울이라 생각이 많아지고 약해져서 그렇기도 해. 그러나 상실은 시련은 우릴 강하게 만들 거라는 걸 의심하지 않으면서. 비틀비틀 어느 방향으로든 같이 나아가보자고 아름답게 날이 풀리면 또 만나자 좋은 일이 더 많기를 소원한다 RM's comment: 이건 제가 보낸 일부 발췌. 올 겨울엔 친구와 편지를 주고받아 보아�� (https://www.instagram.com/stories/rkive/3519855105073398841?igsh=MzQ3MHRzMDB4OXI3)

Although I hope that this year and a half won’t be for nothing, it’s hard to deny that cowardly and dangerous thoughts have been controlling me more— but if there is a God, if He only gives us trials that are meaningful and suitable for the vessels we hold.. I think there must be a reason for it

No matter where you are, when it is, or who you are with, the one thing that is for sure is that everything depends on your heart and sincerity. You made the decision to move into management and create yet another part of yourself, so as a friend my heart is full of nothing but encouragement and prayers for you.

It must be because it's winter; I have also been having more thoughts and feeling weaker. However, I’m choosing not to doubt that loss and trials make us stronger. and stumbling forward, whatever direction it is, beautifully.

Let’s meet again when the days are warmer. I’ll be wishing for more good things to happen.

RM's comment:

This is an excerpt from what I sent. This winter, try exchanging letters with your friends.

Trans cr; Faith @ bts-trans © TAKE OUT WITH FULL CREDITS

[accio-victuuri]

yibo being the absolute cutest boi 🥹🥹🥹 // source

[roberttingle]

yea this one is a banger POST

[sopekooks]

447/638 days of missing yoongi

[lovebaby123]

Shy Seductress

Summary :Jeon Jungkook finds his new interest in a specific "part" of the new shy girl in his college. Despite his cold nature, his perverted mind pulls him towards her in secrecy while she tries to run away.

Pairing : Jungkook x fem!reader

Rating : 21+

Genre : cold boy x shy girl , bully!jk, pervert,nasty!jk, sweet!reader, quiet!reader, nasty smut

Warning: Jungkook is very dirty minded, bold and nasty with reader. Secret intimacy. Reader is a virgin. Milf reader. Hidden grope. Public grope,unprotected sex( dont ) , fingering , eating out, boobs play, dirty talk, etc.

A/n : enjoy guys! Let me know if you like it in the comments. Love you all🩷

Jungkook's POV:

I scrolled through the hallways mindlessly, utterly bored of the lectures going on. Fuck their psychology shit. I aint the one to hear their bullshit as i look around the campus to find something fun. Suddenly my phone rang as i stopped to take it out of my leather jacket's pocket. Jimin. I pick it up as i randomly lean against the locker to talk.

"hey buddy whats up" His oh so bored mumble reach my ear as i sigh, feeling the void as well.

"Just passing the most boring day of my life." I whisper ,not having the mood to even talk.

"Damn you sound like you have been bitchless for more that 2 hours kook." He laughed at his own joke and I rolled my eyes.

"Yea you mo-..."

What. The. Fucking. Hell.

"Hey? Kook?"

My eyebrows crease a bit as my grip on the phone tightens up. My jeans seemed a bit too bothering at the sight in front of me as i could'nt keep my eyes off the absolute slutty of the body i have seen in my career of slutting bitches down.

Long black open hair. Tight black tank top holding in those oh so juicy tits , that i can just tell must be so so soft to hold in my rough fingers. That very..short red skirt, reaching her mid thigh as those long chain earrings in her ears that hide in her black hairs but my eyes can easily see, make my fingers tighten. Her face looks down as she walks prettily slow towards my side.

Oh god.

Finally some fun.

"YAHH FUCKER??!"

I hear jimin's voice in my ear as i was pulled out of my dirty trance as my eyes refuse to lose the sight of those gorgeous covers milkers.

"Yea yea ..im...listening" My hard voice reached her ears as she looked up.

Oh fuck me.

Fucking doe eyes.

Her pace slowed down as she quickly looked away as I saw her ears going red.

I smirk. Hah. Got ya.

I lean more against the locker as my head falls back taking in her baby as she slowly stops right beside me, inserting the key to the lacker that must belong to her.

I keep talking to jimin in a very low voice, knowing she is obv listening.

"Yea...just found something very....interesting to look at". I say on my phone looking directly at her milky thighs.

Her face heats up as she puts her bag in the locker slowly.

Aww. Shy baby aren't ya?

I fucking love it.

Her vanilla scent inserts in my nostrils as I inhale the air closing my eyes, open them again, gazing at her long locks flowing with the wind.

My hand withdraws from my right pocket as it slowly advances towards the locks, holding a silky strand in my index and middle finger, curling it softly as i feel her going still.

"Uh huh. I do love big things you know right jimin?"

My fingers slowly trail down her very silky arm as i keep talking to him, not really listening.

Slowly, standing straight, my hand holds her hand softly, turning her around as I turns to face the locker, trapping her between my very big body, compared to hers. Shorty.

Her eyes ,wide, not looking at me. She stares at my neck chain. As i lean my arm above her, leaning down to her face. Very close. She still refuses to look at me as my hand holding hers leaves it, and advance it back to her curls.

" Yea? Oh i love it uk"

I whisper right in her ear.

Her fingers fiddle with each other in nervousness as i continue my intimate closeness with her not so cute body.

"Hmm..talk to you later kay. Bye. "

Finally. I pull my phone away from my ear, slipping it in my jeans back pocket as her body tenses up.

Oh you dont know...

My eyes again scan her body.

"Hmm..."

I hum as i lean closer. She leans back looking away.

"New here?"

My deep voice, coming out in the whisper, startles her as i chuckle.

She nods slowly, not looking up.

"Hmm. Whats your name pretty?"

I ask her as my eyes again get stuck on those mommy milkers.

Damn. This is bad.

I hear her whisper something. Not quite listening due to my "distraction".

I lean my ear to her mouth to hear her better.

"huh?"

"y..y/n.." She whispers again. Very softly.

My eyes close as her voice, as silky as ever reaches my ears.

However, controlling myself, i pull away a little. Letting her breathe finally.

"You can call me jeon"

She looks up finally as she stares at me.

I smirk. Oh she knows thats not a name. But a surname. Smart too.

I finally step back.

My hands in my pocket as she breaths out.

"See you...later"

I say looking directly at her tits. Her face turn bright red at my action as i smirk turning away.

This. Is going to be very funny.

Y/N's POV:

I stand there. My knees about to give up as his manly scent still lingers in my nose.

I breathed out the much longer held breath that i couldnt let due to that....guy.

I fixed my clothes and hair and my neck was sweaty due to the very sudden meeting.

Regardless i advance towards my very first class.

I enter the class, my books against my chest, nervously. The majority of the class is looking at me, As i try to find an empty seat. Finally, i found one in the very corner of tge class as i smile a bit. As i advance towrads it, my eyes shift to the person beside it.

I freeze.

Shit.

He is staring right in my eyes as a small smirk plays on his lips. A devilish smirk.

I look down as i slowly advance to the seat.

He gets up, his musky scents filling the air as he stands towering me, letting me enter the desk.

I settle slowly, as he settles with a sigh.

I avoid looking at him as i can feel his eyes on me.

The teacher enters as the class starts.

His eyes, roaming on my body. I can feel it.

Suddenly, he puts his arm behind my chair, spreading his legs, making himself comfortable.

I play cool. Writing notes.

Author'pov.

The cool breeze from the air conditioner sends shivers down y/n's spine, her bare legs rubbing together beneath her skirt. She shifts uncomfortably in her seat, the rough texture of the wooden desk scraping against her sensitive thighs.A faint, barely audible groan escapes Jungkook's lips, his fingers tightening their grip on the back of y/n's chair. He leans in closer, his breath hot against her ear ,"Cold, princess?" He murmurs, a hint of amusement lacing his tone.

Y/n swallows hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She can feel the heat radiating off Jungkook's body, his presence overwhelming in its intensity. Her hands tremble slightly as she tries to focus on taking notes, but it's proving to be an impossible task with him so close.

"N-no.." She whispers

Jungkook smirks, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he notices y/n's trembling hands. He slowly trails his fingertips up her arm, his touch light but deliberate.

" Looks like someone's freezing their butt off over here".He leans in even further, until his face is mere inches from hers.

Y/n can smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with something distinctly masculine - a heady aroma that makes her head spin.

"Maybe I should warm you up, huh?"  Jungkook suggests, his voice low and husky. His free hand reaches out, brushing a stray lock of hair behind y/n's ear before drifting to rub her arm with his warm hand. The pressure is gentle, but the intent is clear.

Y/n closes her eyes at the relief, making jungkook smirk.

His hand drifted down to her torso.

Jungkook's hand pauses just above y/n's hip, his gaze locked onto hers with an intensity that makes her skin prickle. For a moment, they simply stare at each other, the air thick with unspoken tension.Then, with a sudden movement, Jungkook slides his hand around to cup y/n's waist, pulling her closer until their bodies are almost touching. 

"Tell me if I'm going too far", he whispers, his lips grazing the shell of her ear.

Y/n gazes in front as the dim lights from the room due to projector hides their deed from the rest of the class.

Y/n's mind goes blank, overwhelmed by the sensation of Jungkook's strong arms encircling her. She can feel the heat of his body seeping into hers, the hardness of his muscles pressed against her soft curves.

"I...I don't know", she manages to stammer, her voice barely audible.

Y/n's pov.

My body feels strangely hot.. his fingers, so light yet so rough. His breath , so warm at my neck as i look straight to my book, not being able to look in his eyes.

His fingers slowly inch closer to the side of my breast, slowly grazing over the shirt. My thighs press together on their own.

"Jun...jungkook..." A breath of his name leaves my mouth before i could control it.

"Mmm, what's that, princess? Need something?"

He touches the swell of my breast gently, watching me intently as i squirm in my seat.

" Go ahead, ask me nicely. I might just give you what you want."

Author's pov

The teacher clears her throat loudly, snapping them both out of their trance-like state. Jungkook reluctantly releases y/n's breast, tucking his hand back into his pocket as if nothing happened.

"Pay attention, class", the teacher chides, shooting Jungkook a stern look.

He just shrugs innocently, a smirk playing on his lips.

As the lesson continues, Jungkook keeps sneaking glances at y/n, his gaze lingering on her chest where his fingers had been moments ago. He shifts in his seat, adjusting himself subtly to hide the growing bulge in his pants.

When the bell rings, signaling the end of class, Jungkook stands abruptly, grabbing his backpack. "See you later, princess," he says with a wink, before sauntering out of the room without another word.

Y/n watches him go, her heart racing and her skin still tingling from his touch. She knows she should be disgusted by his behavior, but instead, she finds herself craving more of his attention, no matter how inappropriate it may be.

With a shaky breath, she gathers her things and heads out to face the rest of her day, wondering what other surprises Jungkook has in store for her.

Time skip. Next morning.

Author's pov.

Y/n walks through the corridor, her body still bothered by the unexpected touches from yesterday, overly sensitive than she already is.

Today she came with a commitment to avoid him as much as she can as she walks confidently, ignoring the continuous tingles in her body from yesterday.

Suddenly she saw Mr. Edward advancing towards her in a hurry.

"oh y/n...thank god i found someone." He breathes in relief as he stops her.

"Good morning sir. Everything good?" She asks in curiosity.

"Oh nothing to worry. Actually, the annual inter football tournament is on the vay, and our boys are practicing their backs off. And I was just going to check on them and give them these confirmation slips, but the principal has asked for me urgently. So dear, will you please hand these to the boys for me?" He explained in a hurry

"Oh. Yes sir. Why not." She replied casually.

"Oh thanks dear. Here. Go. The boys must be done in their changing room. U have my permission. U can go. " he hands the slips to y/n as he rushes off to the office.

Y/n casually strolls towards the ground, finding it empty.

Then she nears the changing room, when she sees many boys coming out together.

They stop when they see her looking utterly hopeless standing there.

One of them come forward.

"How may we help you lady?" He asked with utter respect.

"Umm ..Mr. ED asked me to hand you these slips." She answers.

"Oh. These. Yes. You can hand them to our captain. He takes care of these. He is inside. Don't worry it's safe. You can go." He replies simply.

"Oh...ok.." she answers , watching them all leave, smiling at her.

She slowly advanced to the changing room, finding no one there.

Suddenly she felt a presence behind her back. Heat. Dense heat.

She didnt dare to move as she froze, eyes wide.

A face slowly nuzzles in her neck, gently inhaling, as her mouth falls open, but nothing comes out.

By now, aware of the person's identity, she looks down nervously, as two strong arms circle her waist gently.

"Hmm.. looking for me, babydoll?" His husky voice whispers in her ear with a kiss on her earlobe, making her bend her neck.

"y...yes." she whispers back.

Suddenly, he swirls her around in his arms, facing her. His nose touching hers, as they finally look at each other's eyes.

His grip tightening on her waist, and hers on his biceps.

"Why babydoll?" He asks again.

She looks down, pulling the slips between them. "Mr. Ed..." She whispers.

He looks down at them and smirks.

"Oh. Thank you babydoll."

She blushes hard at the nickname.

"You deserve a reward for your work don't ya think so?" He whispers in her ear, making her squirm in his arms.

"Jungkook...someone will see....let go.." she says looking down shyly, as he chuckles.

"Aww babydoll. Why so shy?" He chuckles as his hand cups her cheek, pulling her up.

Her breasts press against his chest tightly, shifting his gaze to them.

"These little things are driving me crazy", Jungkook admits, his thumbs stroking over y/n 's hardened nipples through her shirt. 

"Can't stop thinking about sucking on them, feeling them in my mouth." He leans in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he whispers, "I bet they taste as sweet as you do, don't they, babydoll?"

With that, Jungkook captures y/n's mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, his tongue probing past her lips to claim every inch of her mouth. His hands roam her body, squeezing and kneading her curves as he presses her back against the locker room wall.

Y/n feels her bosy melt in his touch as she closes her eyes.

Jungkook breaks the kiss, panting heavily as he gazes down at y/n with dark, lust-filled eyes. She lifts her eyes to look at his dark ones, before looking down in shyness.

"God you shy little minx." He breathes in her ear as he lifts her up, pressing her against the cold metal lockers. His hands deftly work open the buttons of her blouse, exposing the lace bra underneath.

Jungkook hooks his fingers into the cups, pushing them aside to free y/n's breasts."Mmm, perfect" , he mutters, leaning down to capture a rosy nipple between his lips. He sucks hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud as his hand gropes y/n's other breast roughly.

Y/n moans, arching her back to push more of herself into Jungkook's eager mouth.

"j...jun..gkook..." She moans in pleasure.

Jungkook releases her nipple with a pop, grinning up at her with a wicked glint in his eye. "What's wrong, princess? Don't like having your tits played with in public?".

Before she can respond, he drops to his knees, yanking down y/n's skirt and panties in one swift motion. Cool air hits her exposed pussy, making her gasp.

"Oh, fuck yeah" , Jungkook groans, burying his face between her thighs. He licks a long, slow stripe up her slit, savoring her sweet flavor.

"Ahhh!" she cries out, her hands flying to Jungkook's head, tangling in his hair as he devours her cunt. "Jungkook, oh god, ahhh". She gasps at the strange yet addictive pleasure.

Jungkook laps hungrily at her dripping folds, his tongue delving deep inside her tight channel. He alternates between thrusting into her hole and flicking over her swollen clit, determined to make her come undone.

"Fuck, you taste amazing" , he mumbles against her flesh, the vibrations sending shockwaves through y/n's core. "I could eat this pretty pussy all day"

.He pushes two fingers knuckle-deep into her slick heat, pumping them in and out as he suckles hard on her throbbing clit. She writhes against the lockers, her juices coating Jungkook's chin as he feasts on her relentlessly.

"So close, Jungkook! Don't stop, please don't stop!" she begs, grinding shamelessly against his face.

Jungkook doubles his efforts, sucking her clit between his lips while pumping his fingers faster, curling them to hit that special spot inside her. He wants to make her scream, to hear that delicious sound only he can elicit from her.

As her walls start to flutter around his invading digits, Jungkook knows she's on the brink. He adds a third finger, stretching her impossibly wide as he fucks her with them, rubbing mercilessly against that sweet spot.

"Yes, yes, YES!" She wails, her legs buckling as the orgasm crashes over her. Her juices gush out, drenching Jungkook's face and hand as he milks her clenching pussy for every last drop of pleasure.Panting, Jungkook slowly pulls away, licking his lips clean of her essence.

She breathes, in his arms, half lidded.

Jungkook rises to his feet, towering over her trembling form. His cock strains painfully against his zipper, rock hard and leaking pre-cum."I'm going to fuck you so good, princess" , he promises darkly, reaching down to palm his erection.

" Gonna fill this needy little cunt with my big dick until you're screaming my name." He spins her around, bending her over the bench. The cool leather meets her overheated skin as Jungkook kicks her legs apart, settling between them.

The blunt head of his cock nudges against her entrance, teasing her soaked folds. "Beg for it, y/n. Beg me to fuck you raw" , he demands, his voice rough with barely restrained lust.

Y/n eyes close as her bare tits graze the cold metal table, making her bite her lip. With eyes close she whispers,

"please jungkook...take me..make me yours.."

Jungkook grips her hips tightly, his thumbs digging into her soft flesh as he notches the tip of his thick cock against her dripping opening.

"You want this, don't you, babydoll?" he growls, rocking his hips slightly to rub the head of his dick along her slit. "Want me to split you open on my huge cock and make you mine?" Y/n whimpers, nodding frantically even as tears of desperation prick at the corners of her eyes. 

"Please, Jungkook... I need you inside me. Fuck me, make me yours!" Emboldened by her plea, Jungkook surges forward, impaling her on his rigid length in one brutal thrust. A high-pitched keen escapes her as he stretches her impossibly wide, filling her to the brim with his pulsing pussy.

Jungkook sets a punishing pace, pounding into y/n's willing body with savage intensity. Each powerful stroke drives him deeper, his heavy balls slapping lewdly against her clit with every retreat.

"Ahh, fuck, you were made for my cock", he snarls, his fingers digging bruising marks into her hips as he rails her. " Take it, princess, take every inch of my dick!"

She screams in ecstasy, her nails scrabbling uselessly at the bench as Jungkook's thick shaft rips through her defenses again and again. The pain and pleasure mingle into an overwhelming sensation, threatening to consume her entirely.

"Yes, yes, YESSSS!" she chants, her voice hoarse with exertion.

Jungkook looking down panting , grabbing her tits in his palms, he ravishes her pussy.

Jungkook's grip on her breasts tightens as he pounds into her, his fingers pinching and rolling her sensitive nipples. The added stimulation sends jolts of electric pleasure straight to her core, amplifying the intense sensations already coursing through her.

"Look at you, taking my cock so well" , he rasps, his breath hot against her ear." Such a good girl, getting fucked silly by me"

With a particularly deep thrust, Jungkook brushes against her G-spot, sending her careening over the edge into a shattering climax. Her inner walls clamp down on him like a vice, milking his throbbing member as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over her."Fuuuck, baby! "Jungkook roars, his own release barreling towards him.

Y/n kept trembling in pleasure, lost in immense ecstasy as he pounds.

Jungkook rides out y/n's orgasm, his cock twitching inside her as he fills her with hot spurts of seed. He buries himself to the hilt within her, relishing the way her walls milk him dry.His breathing is ragged as he gradually comes down from his high, his heart pounding against his ribcage.

Slowly, he withdraws from her spent body, his softened length slipping free with a wet pop."Fuck, that was good", he murmurs, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead.

He turns to look at y/n then, seeing how vulnerable and sated she looks lying there beneath him.

Jungkook reaches out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from y/n's flushed face, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheekbone. Despite the harshness of their encounter, a tender smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"You okay, babydoll?" he asks softly, his concern genuine. "That was... intense. I didn't mean to overwhelm you."

Y/n's eyelids flutter open, her gaze meeting Jungkook's with a mixture of adoration and exhaustion. She nods weakly, a small, contented sigh escaping her lips. Shyly, she covers her bare breasts, smiling.

Jungkook's eyes linger on y/n's hands covering her breasts, a smirk playing on his lips. He leans in closer, his breath ghosting over the shell of her ear.

"Aww, what's wrong, baby? Feeling shy now that I've seen every inch of you?" he teases, nipping playfully at her earlobe. "Don't hide from me, princess. Your body is mine to admire." Jungkook gently pries Ayla's hands away, exposing her pert breasts to his hungry gaze once more.

He cups the soft mounds, kneading them appreciatively as his thumbs circle her stiff peaks.Beautiful, he murmurs reverently, lowering his head to capture one rosy nipple between his lips. He suckles gently, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud before giving it a light bite, making her whine softly.

"That's enough." She whines slowly.

Chuckling her leans up to plant a chaste smooch on her lips before standing straight and helping her too.

As she wears her shirt, he disappears in a room. She continues just then, he comes back with a clean damp warm towel.

"Lemme clean my babydoll." He whispers as he spreads her legs again.

Speechless, she lets him do it, face red.

He parts her fold to dab the towel, making her gasp.

He looks up grinning boyishly.

She shies away again.

After getting dressed, they both get up, y/n having trouble in walking, from obvious reasons, as he leads her out.

Suddenly, they noticed that the boys were about to enter the room. All of them stopping by looking at both of them .

Taking in their messy states, they hooted suddenly, making jungkook glare at them.

All of them shutting immediately, as y/n just stands there looking down.

Then they both leave the place.

" Couldn't you find a better place?" Y/n asks jungkook, with red face.

Jungkook leans down to whisper in her ear,

"Should've asked your tits to calm down babydoll."

The End.

Tell me if you guys need a part 2. Enjoy!!

[crystalsnow95z]

can you write a sickfic about jimin coming down with a cold while shooting run bts?

Hopefully this is acceptable to you. I don't have the spare time to rewrite it.. I just wrote without planning ahead. The ending sucks. If you don't like it I'll write a new one

Tw: IV used so needle meantion?

"Jiminie, choose a paper." J-Hope gently nudges Jimin to get his attention.

"Huh? Oh, right. Sorry." Jimin takes a piece of paper from the cup. "I got-"

"No, no don't tell them Jimin-sii. It's a scavenger hunt. You need to find the item. Telling the others will make it harder." Staff warns him.

"Ah, right. Thank you." He bows, fighting off the urge to cough.

"Are you feeling okay Jiminah? Your voice sounds off." Yoongi places a hand on his shoulder, worry flashing in his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Its just a little tickle in my throat. I'll rest when I get home. It's no big deal." Jimin smiles, trying to sound convincing even with another cough following his words.

"Are you sure Jimin? You could sit this one out and be an MC if you aren't feeling well." Namjoon frets as well, placing his hand on the back if Jimin's neck, checking for warmth.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. It's just a little cold. It's just annoying." Jimin moves away from Namjoon, checking his objects again before folding up the paper, putting it in his jeans pocket."Okay, I'm ready."

The boys are led to a giant warehouse, where they must find their seven items and return to staff everyone given a bag to put their items in.

"You can team up if you like, but that means you have to find each item on every players list. If one finishes all seven, they must wait for their teammates to find all seven as well." Staff explains the rules once more when they reach the destination.

"So it's a gamble.." Yoongi weighs his options of working with someone or working on his own.

"Taehyungie-Hyungie team up with me!" Jungkook jumps onto the back of Taehyung, almost making both men topple forward.

"Aiish Jungkook-ah give me warning before you jump on me.." Taehyung scolds in fear, adjusting the mankae so he doesn't fall, heart racing. "You almost made us fall.."

"Sorry Hyungie. I just think it'll be more fun in a group and you're pretty good at these types of things." Jungkook apologizes, leaning into Taehyung’s cheek.

"Alright Koo. Let's do this together!" Taehyung quickly recovers his cheerfulness, forgiving him instantly.

"If they're teaming together, will you team up with me hyung?"J-Hope asks Yoongi.

"Allright..alright.." Yoongi gives in istantly.

Jimin thought about asking someone to team up with him, but thought against it. It would be easier to hide how awful he felt if he didn't have a team mate.

"Anyone else teaming up?" Staff asks.

"Do we have to decide now?" Jin asks.

"No. You can decide to team up in game but once you agree to be on a team you can't back out."

"Okay, okay. I got it. I'll decide later." Jin replied politely.

"Me too." Jimin adds in and with that, the game begins.

Jungkook gets off Taehyungs back, pulling him into the building.

"They're gonna burn out quickly if they plan to run around.." Yoongi smiles.

"And they might pass up ah item.." Namjoon adds in.

Jimin waits for the others to go in, pretending to adjust his head cam before sneezing into his hands. "Hehitgzh!"

"Bless you." Staff says sympathically.

"Thanks.." Jimin smiles politely, going inside the building. It was a lot bigger on the inside, making him feel worried about finding his items.

Mang toy, snow globe, purple bouncy ball, army headband, red mic, stuffed cat, and a heart.. I wonder if anyone has the same items on their list..

Jimin repeated the list over and over in his head, coughing into his elbow. He could hear the sound of J-hope happily squealing, so he could only assume he already found an item.

"The faster I do this, the sooner I can sit and rest.." Jimin mutters to himself, going through the building. The more he walked, the more tired he became.

"What if we collect things not on our list?" Jimin hears the voice of Jungkook in the hallway head.

"You want to sabotage the other teams?" Taehyung questions.

"What if they have the same idea? Or we can use the items as a trade off if they do!" Jungkook says excitedly.

Jimin covered his face, trying to fight off the urge to sneeze, but even with managing to stop himself, a cough escapes, his sinuses draining into his throat. He tried to muffle it while he runs, but it slowed him down, making him feel dizzy.

"Was that Minnie?" Taehyung questions, quickly turning the corner to find him.

Jimin tries to quickly go into a room to avoid him, not wanting to be caught eavesdropping, but Taehyung grabs onto the back of his shirt before he could get away.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't-"

"Are you okay Jimin-ah?" Taehyung shows no interest in blaming him for spying, only having concern in his big brown eyes.

"Huh..? That's what you followed me for?" Jimin blinks, dumbfounded.

"Of course. The game isn't important if you're unwell." Taehyung says in a serious tone, using his sleeve to wipe Jimin's nose.

"Don't do that you could get sick." Jimin backs up, quickly pulling out the face mask from his pocket, putting it on to protect his fellow 95er.

"It'll be easier on you if you had a teammate, they can help find things with you."

"But you already have Jungkook-ah. That's 21 things to find."

"We don't care about that Hyung." Jungkook adds in, finding the room they slipped into. "We can find 21 things together! We already have two!" Jungkook proudly presents a golden mic charm and a Koya plush.

"But that'll be.." Jimin's words get cut off by another bout of coughs. Jungkook takes this as an opportunity to take Jimin's paper from his back pocket as Taehyung strokes Jimin's back.

"More Minnie, it sounds like you're getting worse.." Taehyung frowns, taking Jimin's hand. "Don't worry. We'll find all your items plus our own!"

"But I said-"

"Too late! I already took your note. That means you gotta team with me!" Jungkook waves the red sheet of paper he pick pocketed. "We already got an item from this list!" Jungkook says excitedly, digging a bouncy ball from his pocket.

"See? It was destiny for us to work together! That makes one item each!" Taehyung smiles brightly.

"Oh alright.." Jimin didn't care if he won or lost right now. They still had to spin the penalty wheel and some of the things listed weren't so bad.

"We gotta hurry though. Do you want me to carry you Hyung?" Jungkook offers, getting down for Jimin to get on his back.

Jimin shakes his head, afraid if he spoke he'd cough.

"Oh alright.. the offers always there.." Jungkook straightens up, giving the paper to Taehyung to look over. The mankae line walks down the hallway together, Jimin staying a couple steps behind, surpressing another sneeze.

"Where should we go next.. the hallway goes in three different directions.." Jungkooks eyes dart from one hall to the other, trying to decide which is the best option.

"should we split up and meet up back here in 10 minutes, but let me see your lists first." Jimin had to get away, his head pounding from the pressure.

"You can take mine, I memorized it." Taehyung gives up his purple paper.

"Take mine too." Jungkook gives up his pink one.

Jimin nods, going right.

"Is it okay to let him go alone?" Jungkook watches him go. "He's looking pale.."

"He's gonna try to hide how he feels. It's better to let him go and let it out instead of him holding it to stop us from worrying.." Taehyung knew his friend very well.

Jimin slipped into a room, releasing the sneezes he was trying to hold in. "Hehtichih! Hehitch! He'iychiugh.." he whines, feeling the snot soak into the cloth mask. "Uuh.." he takes it off with a sigh, trying to clean it off with a crumpled up tissue.

"Here Jiminie." Jin offers him a new tissue. "Blow your nose for hyung."

"Aiish! Hyung you scared me!" Jimin jumps at the sudden new voice, accepting the tissue, turning away to try to clear his nose.

"Sorry Jimin. I didn't mean to." Jin says gently. "Namjoon-Ah was looking for you. He wanted to team up with you, but seeing those papers in your hand you already got a team."

"Oh, yeah.. they bullied me into it.." Jimin smiles fondly.

"I'm glad." Jin smiles. "I'll let you look in this room then. I found something already."

He waves a Tata doll proudly. "Take it easy okay? Do you want me to get staff for you?"

"No. Im fine. Its just a little cold. I can do this."

Jin gives him a small packet of tissues from his bag. "Please tell staff if it becomes too much okay?" He plants a kiss on top of Jimin's head before leaving.

"Thanks hyung.." jimin searches the room, looking at the papers over and over. He couldn't focus on the words, only taking a minute to forget half the list.

This is not good.. I'm gonna hold them back..

Jimin runs a hand through his hair, the stress of disappointing his team, only making his headache worsen. He buries his head in his hands, trying to take a deep breath to calm himself, but when he tries to fill his lungs, a hacking cough comes.

I don't feel well at all.. I'll just rest for a minute..

Jimin lays on his side, taking deep breaths to try to calm his nerves, closing his eyes. He only got a few minutes to rest before the itch returned to his throat,coughing up phlegm, sitting up again. "Wait.. a snow globe!"

Jimin rushes to underneath the table, relieved when he picks up the small globe. "Oh wow.. it's got the BTS logo inside with BT21 playing around it.."

"What does?" Jungkook asks, rushing to Jimin's side.

"This.." He shows him the snow globe. "Has it been ten minutes already?"

"No.. I just got worried about you.." Jungkook admits with a bashful smile. "Jinnie-hyung said you were sneezing a lot, so I went to check on you.."

"Thanks Jungkook-ah. I'm feeling better now that I found something. I was worried I'd only be dead weight.."

"Even if you were, its okay. If you want you can just rest in this room as me and Taehyungie will do it!"

"No. No, i can help." Jimin makes it to his feet. "I just don't think I can run without burning out."

"You don't have to run. I'll do all the running! When we find all 21 items I'll carry you to the entrance on my back!" Jungkook says confidently.

"Even if we find the last item all the way at the far end of the building?" Jimin teases.

"Mm.. I'll ask Taehyungie to help if that happens."

Jimin giggles, but it quickly turns into a cough.

"Let's go meet up with Taehyungie.." He quickly pulls Jungkook trying to not give him time to worry.

"Alright..." Jungkook doesn't stop him, meeting in the fork in the hallway for Taehyung.

"I found a heart!" Taehyung approaches proudly. "And a Stuffed puppy. It kinda looks like rapmon!" He shows the white dog. "Isn't it cute?"

"A heart was on my paper too.. does that mean we gotta find two?" Jungkook asks curiously.

"We should look for one just in case.. Jiminie how are you holding up? This room I found has a couch in it. You can lay down for a bit."

"Oh! I forgot! I found a rubber duck. That was on your list wasn't it Taehyungie?"

"Yes! We're doing good! So good!" Taehyung smiles. "Also I saw Namjoonie-hyung and Jinnie-hyung together. I think they formed a team. That means they'll have to find 14 items."

"That's good.. that doesn't put us at too much of a disadvantage." Jungkook smiles. "We could still avoid last place!"

Jimin relaxes, feeding off of their positive energy. He pulls out the snow globe from his bag, trying to show his contribution."Oh Tete look at this snowglo.." he nearly drops it when he starts coughing. Taehyung hugs him from behind, placing his hands on Jimin's to steady them.

"Are you okay Jimin-sii?" Jungkook takes the snow globe from Jimin, looking at him with wide panicked eyes. "Maybe you should lay down.."

Jimin gives in. He couldn't keep pretending he was okay. It was starting to hurt to breathe and he felt chills run down his spine. "Okay.."

Jungkook picks him up before he can argue, letting Taehyung lead the way to the room with a nice plush couch. "Here you go, Jiminie, nice and comfy.." He places him down, taking off his jacket for Jimin to use as a blanket.

"Thanks, Jungkook-ah.. I'll just lay down for a little bit, then I'll help.." Jimin curls up on his side, coughing into his fist.

"Don't worry about it, Minnie. Rest well, okay?" Taehyung gently moves Jimin's hair out of his face. "I'll come back to check on you soon. Okay?"

"Okay.. I'm sorry.." Jimin yawns, exhaustion hitting hard when his body starts relaxing.

Taehyung and Jungkook go to the door, but instead of Taehyung leaving, the two boys silently play rock, paper scissors, Taehyung hiding in the room, and Jungkook leaving.

Taehyung waited until he heard Jimin's nasally snore to come out of hiding, sitting on the floor in front of the couch gently stroking . "My poor Minnie, Jk is gonna get staff.."

Jimin wakes up laying in J-hope's lap. "Huh? When did i.." His voice comes out hoarsely, getting quieter as he tried to speak, trying to sit up to look around.

"Shh..don't talk baby and be careful.. you have an IV in." J-hope pushes him back down.

"What about the game?" Jimin disobeyed J-hope wanting his questions answered.

"Me and Yoongi finished, so I decided to come sit with you."

"Did..we lose?" Jimin asks.

"No. Everyone else is still in the game. Yoongi-hyung is watching the others still playing.

Jimin relaxes a little. "Who's winning?"

"Right now, it's Junggukkie and Tae. They got 2 more to find to Joonie and hyungs 4. It's a really close game." J-hope smiles. "You don't have to worry about not being there, so just take it easy. Can you drink some water for me?"

Jimin nods, sitting up slowly. J-hope opens the water bottle for him. The cool water felt nice on his sore throat.

"Jiminie is up? That's great." Yoongi's shoulders slump in relief when he comes over. "How are you feeling Jimin?"

"I'm feeling a little better now.." Jimin sniffles.

Yoongi looks for a tissue when he hears him. "Guess what Jiminie?" He asks wiping Jimin's nose.

"Huh?"

"Taehyungie and Kook got second. Namjoon-ah and hyung will be getting the penalty." Yoongi tells him with a smile. If they got last place, he was willing to take Jimin's for him feeling relieved he didn't have to.

Taehyung and Jungkook run up to Jimin. "We did it! We did it! We didn't get last place!" Jungkook cheers loudly.

"I'm sorry I wasn't much help." Jimin says guilt weighing in his chest.

"The thing Namjoonie-hyung and Seokjinnie hyung couldn't find was the snowglobe. There were only two in the whole warehouse. We probably wouldn't have won without you." Jungkook comforts Jimin, getting a smile.

"And with second place we get to keep the things we found, but I gave the dog to Namjoonie." Taehyung gives Jimin his bag from the game, it holding all seven treasures on his list.

"Thanks Tete. I'll treasure the snowglobe as our winning trophy." Jimin smiles, stifling another sneeze. He didn't want to ruin the mood.

"We decided we'll do the punishment in the next episode. We want to get you home.." J-hope squeezes Jimin's hand, watching staff remove the IV.

Jimin winces, staff quickly putting a bandaid over it. "Thank you.." he bows his head to staff. "I'm sorry, I worried everyone.."

"Don't worry..you can help it when you're sick. I'll make you some tea and jook when we get home." Jin ruffles his hair lovingly. "Hyung will take care of you. Let's do the outro and get home."

[raplinenthusiasts]

Don’t ever say love me Colde feat. RM of BTS

[hycinthrt]

that one jimin picture but its hyacinthus

[sickonthedancefloor]

Time to Clock Out

Sickie: Namjoon Caretaker:  Jin, Hoseok, Yoongi Content: fever, cold, weakness

Found in the archives - just some sick, overworking Jooniebug.

Jin just puts another mug of hot tea on Namjoon’s desk mug-warmer, sighing loudly at the younger band member. His fearless leader sits at his desk, beanie tugged over his head, headphones over his ears, hood from his sweatshirt tugged over his head, as he grouchily thanks his hyung and then promptly ignores him. Jin huffs, scoffs, but just leaves his dongsaeng’s studio. Namjoon has the chills, and he’s sure it’s just because his studio is cold, but Jin doesn’t believe it.

Honestly, Namjoon doesn’t either, but he has work to do. You can’t be in charge of one of the biggest boy bands on the planet and take normal sick days (honestly, you could, if you weren’t a member of BTS; it isn’t to say HYBE doesn’t let them have days off, but Namjoon has never worked with as many like-minded, stubborn individuals as his bandmates who refused to stop until they had to). He already finished whatever ungodly paperwork needed looking over—it was all schedules, really—but Namjoon still wants his studio playtime.

He's been passing a beat back and forth with Peakboy to see what either of them could do with it, and so far… it sounds… loud.

“Joon-ah,” a raspy voice calls from the doorway.

Namjoon doesn’t hear him. Not until he feels a small hand drop on his shoulder, and he stumbles with trying to yank his hoodie off when he looks up—only to see Hoseok staring at him, eyes wide with concern.

“Joon-ah, are you ignoring me?”

“Hob-ah… I’ve been trying to work on this beat.” He groans, tugging the headphones off. Honestly, they’re giving him a bit of a headache; he needs to take a break.

“You need to take a break.”

That’s what he was thinking! Hoseok sighs when the expression he gets is nothing short of awe. He’s seen this expression from Namjoon in a musical breakthrough or a surprise understanding with choreography, but… this?

“Joon-ah, are you feeling okay?”

“’m fine,” Namjoon huffs. He slouches in his chair. “I’m just gonna take a break. Were you gonna go eat?”

The dancer nods, answering carefully. “You want to come? I was considering samgyetang or seolleongtang. Something… soupy.”

Soup does sound nice, but… so does not moving. Namjoon shakes his head. “Actually, I kinda wanna stretch out a bit. Bring me back something?”

“Yeah, I can do that. Really, Joon-ah… if you’re passed out on this couch when I get back, I’m gonna wake you up so you can go home.”

Dismissively, Namjoon waves his hand away, and Hoseok huffs as he heads out. “Watch, he’ll be sleeping when we come back—” he can hear the dancer’s voice talking to someone before the studio door shuts behind him.

Namjoon’s determined to stay up. Obviously. He’s just tired. This is stupid. He ignores Hoseok, whoever Hoseok was talking to, ignores the signs his body is telling him that he doesn’t feel great—he feels fine—and he flops on his long couch. His couch is long enough to hold five friends or one stretched out Namjoon curled under a thick blanket. He curls under his blanket and flops his head on the pillow, and he’s out like a light.

*~*

Namjoon doesn’t really feel like he’d slept well but the hand running through his hair feels nice. He hums, pleased that the hand keeps the motions up, but grimaces when he feels a cold cloth press against his cheek. Shuddering, he turns his head away.

“Joon-ah… let me wipe your face,” comes the voice of his growly, sleepy older rapper.

“Yoongi-yah?” Namjoon mumbles.

“Mm. I’m here. You’re sick.”

“Nah,” Namjoon mumbles. He blinks open his eyes, and it takes him a moment for his eyes to focus. He’s in his studio, on his couch—predicable, honestly—and the blanket has been pulled away. Yoongi sits on his guest swivel chair, in his usual black hoodie, looking down at him. Yoongi presses the cloth against his cheek, and then swipes it down to his jaw. Besides the initial touch… it actually feels rather nice. Namjoon smiles, and his eyes fall shut again.

“Joon-ah… Want to go home?” Yoongi asks softly. “No reason napping on this couch when you can stretch out fully on your bed, you know?”

That… was a good point, actually. Namjoon blinks open his eyes. Yoongi wipes his other cheek, then presses the washcloth to his neck. “What time’s it?”

“Late enough, really.” A non-answer.

But it’s a good enough answer for Namjoon. With a groan, he closes his eyes, soaking in the cloth as Yoongi presses it on his forehead. “Mm…. Hyung… I think my legs are jello.”

That gets a small chuckle out of the small producer. “Come on, you big sick baby. Let’s get you back home.”

Thankfully, the ride back goes smoothly; Namjoon lets Yoongi bundle him up in a scarf and mask, and he sits patiently in the passenger seat of the car as Yoongi drives him back to the dorm. And he turns up the heat. Namjoon lets out a rough cough before leaning on the window and looks at Yoongi. His hyung is amazing, humming lightly to the radio instead of making a fuss over his condition. Just subtle, quiet caring; that was his style. Yoongi’s hand wraps around Namjoon’s wrist as he leads him into the building, scans them upstairs, then leads him into the dorm.

“You got him to come home!” Hoseok beams from the living room, hurrying over to help Namjoon with his scarf. He helps tug him out of his coat, taking Yoongi’s along to hang them up properly.

“Is Jin-hyung here too?” Namjoon grumbles.

He feels like he was conned.

And Jin screams from the kitchen: “YA! What, didn’t think I’d be at my own house making you my mother’s healing soup!?”

Namjoon can’t smell it much, but he can tell there’s something being cooked. The small producer leads him by his shoulders into his bedroom and begins rummaging through his top drawer for clothes. “Come on, can you change on your own?”

“I’m not that slow.” But even as Yoongi hands him the clean pajamas, he stares at them for a moment before groaning. Yoongi doesn’t give him time to stress, just helping him change his shirt. Namjoon’s pride gets in the way and he stands up quickly—and immediately falls onto the bed, lightheaded. Laughing Yoongi gives him grace and lets him keep the sweats on, but encourages him to take off his socks to avoid overheating. Yoongi tucks him in bed, just in time for Jin to enter with a tray of soup, juice, and medication.

Hoseok brings him an ice pack and helps feed him when he gets tired. But once he’s drifting off between spoonfuls, they force meds in him and finally let him sleep. Namjoon smiles as he gets tucked in; he doesn’t have to worry about being the oldest or the leader now, not with these three with him. He got a fantastic few hours of rest.

[taekookielove0130]

Slowly, Unintentionally.

Part 3 Pairing: Idol!Min Yoongi x Nerd!Reader

Summary:

          Y/N and Yoongi are two individuals in completely different worlds who collide due to an arranged marriage. What happens when there’s somebody else living with them too?

⚠️ Warnings: Smut, fluff, angst, heartbreak, and crying. Tissues are highly recommended!

Part 1 :

Part 2:

One week later...

 Y/N's POV

It’s been a week since a beautiful angel stepped into our lives and we’ve already grown so close. I can say I truly love Ae-cha with all my heart. We spend so much time together. She helps me out in the kitchen (even though it just means she’s going to rummage through the cupboards and find a good snack) and even slips into my bed late at night. She’s sneaky and cute and just downright lovely to me. Despite the way Yoongi despises me with every fibre of his being, I can say that he’s at least able to tolerate my presence now. Barely, but still.

I’m broken out of my thoughts as I feel a pair of small hands sneak around my waist.

“Oh, you’re back!” I say and turn to look at Ae-cha who beams at me, nodding eagerly. Today, I took a leave from my office just to make sure I was there for Ae-cha as she came back from her first guitar lesson. I hoped I'd be at least a little helpful for her and was definitely not disappointed as my little girl came back home and immediately sought me out. She starts talking animatedly about how wonderful her teacher had been and how patient he was to make sure she got all the basics right before beginning their lesson.

Knowing that she probably already knew all those basics but still liked appreciating the teacher for her thoughtfulness, I smile at her and then realize there’s another person in the kitchen at the sound of someone clearing their throat. I realize it’s Yoongi by the sound and turn around returning to my work as I know he wants to talk to Ae-cha. Hence, you can see I’m surprised when he softly calls out,

“Y/N.”

Hiding the fact that my heart just skipped a goddamn beat hearing him speak my name in such a soft tone, I slowly turn to face him. He’s standing there. Leaning against the top of the kitchen counter, looking impeccably handsome as ever.

“Can we talk?”

The softly posed question both confuses and scares me to an equal level though I just gulp, trying to wet my suddenly dry throat and manage to muster a believable smile.

“Yeah, sure.” I say and find myself even more confused as he instructs Ae-cha to go to her room and complete her homework. The little girl turns to send a secretive smile at me and runs outside, giggling after I dazedly smile back at her.

Yoongi stays there for a while, watching her go before he directs his attention at me. Being the centre of attention has always made me nervous and anxious but I don’t understand why being the centre of Yoongi’s attention has me feeling happy and powerful. It feels as if l my life I was used to being invisible, made peace with the fact but If Yoongi looks at me, I never want him to look away. He walks towards me and stops at an arm’s distance.

“I spoke to Ae-cha’s guardian yesterday and he told me that adoption would be a good option if we want to keep her with us. Otherwise, according to the law she’ll have to be sent to an orphanage. My legal team has told me that adoption can only be possible if there’s a functioning relationship between the couple. It’s said that the officers are hard to convince unless the pair have and understanding with each other. I know that we haven’t exactly been a proper couple but do you think we can at least try to pretend?

The fact that he wanted to talk to me only because it was about Ae-cha breaks my heart again. Even worse, he’s just giving that to me as a piece of information, not even slightly caring about my opinion. I struggle to gather the broken pieces before I say,

“Yeah, I think we can.”

He doesn’t make my struggle easier when he speaks again,

“Thanks. But you know that I’m only asking you this for Ae-cha, right? It has nothing to do with us.”

I feel tears prick my eyes but I hold on, deciding not to break down in front of him. I offer my best smile to him and nod.

He replies with an,

“Oh good. See you later then.” and walks out.

I run to my room and lock the door before crying my hearts out. Within a few minutes, I hear a soft knock on my door. Groaning, I'm about to tell whoever it is to go away when

"Y/n, Are you in there?" Ae-cha's voice sounds from the other side of the door. Panicking slightly, I sniff a few times, hurriedly running to the restroom and splashing my face with water.

"Yeah, what's up?" I ask, smiling brightly at her after opening the door to my room.

The little girl eyes me up and down suspiciously as if she isn't convinced everything's fine.

"hm, I was going to watch a movie. Wanna join?"

I frown, trying to find out why exactly she's behaving as if she knows everything before shrugging as to say,

"Sure, why not."

Ae-cha settles down on the couch, flipping through the programs to find a good movie while I make some popcorn for us.

After we settle comfortably on the couch and the movie is playing, I space out. Not that I mean to, but the recent events all awaken my overthinking abilities. I had a pretty good day from the morning, what with Ae-cha's guitar lessons and all but once again, Yoongi had to ruin it. But even with how badly he treats me, I cannot bring myself to hate this man. I'm more annoyed than angry actually. If he wanted to go about the adoption process, I'm pretty sure he'll be able to surpass all the legal procedures with his societal standing and popularity. But he was deciding to do it the legal way. And I respect that, truly. But the least he could do for me, was to treat me like an actual human being and consider my feelings about the whole things. At least for the sake of pretending, we had to get to know each other. He just...

As the million wild thoughts race through my mind, I feel a soft warm body slowly move towards me on the couch. Turning, I see e-cha snuggling under my arm, cuddling closer and laying her head on my shoulder. at least, she tries to but with her height, she's only successful at lading on my chest. Laughing softly, I pull her closer, creating a comfortable space for her to lie down on the couch.

Smiling up at me, she leans closer and for a second I'm almost afraid. But then, her soft lips gently graze my cheek and I sit, frozen at what just happened. Then, she gets back to her previous position. Pleasantly surprised, I'm only able to wrap her up in my arms and almost miss it when she whispers softly,

"I'm there for you."

The burn of my eyes and the sudden tightness in my throat are all to familiar but i stubbornly blink them back, only nodding and pressing a kiss to her temple. She looks up at me and we smile at each other.

This wonderful creature, so small. But filled with so much knowledge. I sit there in awe trying to comprehend how she can be so understanding in spite of not understanding!?!?

I finally decide, I can tackle whatever Yoongi throws t me, no matter how hard as long as I have my dear Ae-cha by my side. I love her. And I love him. In different ways. Yet at the same time, soo similar.

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That was quite a long break. I apologize for it. But as you can see, I'm back. I'm working on this fic and a small one-shot based on Jimin. SO, stay tuned. Do tell me what you think.

Does Ae-cha KNOW what happened between them? Is Yoongi doing this the legal way just for formality's sake or for something else? Ae-cha is actually and angel, isn't she?