#me clutching the railings of stairs for dear fucking life as my knees wobble and want to give out

[scatteredcloud]

Why have my legs hurt all week

Why are stairs so hardagain

[bbbrats]

baby, i don’t feel so good

pairing: idol!jungkook x reader

genre: domestic au, whole lotta fluff, tiny bit of angst, established relationship

rating: 16+

warnings: nothing too bad really, jk is mad at you, cuddling, throwing up, so much fucking domesticated fluff, jk is a really good boyfriend, but no jk is like really fucking mad tho, SO MUCH FLUFF

summary: you didn’t mean to miss the award show, but by god you were sick as hell. and you didn’t mean to miss all of his phone calls and texts, but how were you to reply when you were passed out in the bed with a headache and fever?

A/N: this is just a slight drabble since I got this idea last night. i guess this is a boyfriend!au drabble series cause i’ll be doing the other members as well so hehe ! (this also ended up being longer than I expected so im so sorry)

You were passed out in the sheets, the feeling of sweat sticking to your skin along with your soaked clothes and wet spots on the pillows from your face. Your very flushed and clammy face.

You were so fucking sick.

Eyelids feeling heavy, you threw yourself out of the bed and rushed to the bathroom on wobbly legs, tears falling out of your eyes as you threw up just barely making it to the toilet, the gross and chunky substance coating the pristine white and covering your tongue in bile, only making your stomach clench harder and you sobbed as you felt another wave come up and gush right out of you. This was not fun.

At the moment you didn’t even have the energy to stand, until you heard the front door opening and then slamming shut with a loud BANG, your heart lurching in your chest and stomach tightening at the loud noise. “Y/N!”, you heard your voice being yelled from the living room and connected kitchen. It was your boyfriend, Jungkook. He sounded pissed, and you stood immediately causing a wave of dizziness to slap you across the face hard, yet you pushed through, navigating your way through the poorly lit bedroom and out into the hallway, the edges of your vision blurring as you stepped slowly down the stairs, clutching the railing for dear life.

As you stepped into view, Jungkook’s hands balled and unballed, and you flinched as you felt his fury seeping off him in waves. You had never seen him this mad before, and you were wondering what could’ve possibly happened that could make your sweet bunny boy so furious- oh.

You fucked up.

You knew you fucked up as soon as the thought clicked. 

“The fucking award show”, your mind screamed.

Instantly you started spewing apologies, trying to explain to him why you missed such an important night but he cut you off with a firm snap of your name, and you shut up instantly, legs weakening when he inhales and stares straight into your eyes, his mouth twisted in a angry frown, “Not only did you miss one of the most important nights for me, you didn’t even answer your fucking phone, Y/n!”, he snapped, a scoff leaving his lips when he watched you sway slightly at the brutal tone, “I needed you there for me! That’s your fucking job, in case you didn’t know; to be by my side when I need you”, and your mouth opened and closed repeatedly in fear and guilt. 

In all the four years you’ve been with Jungkook, you’d never missed a thing, and never seen him this pissed off. It hurt you to know that you did this, remembering your voice promising him no matter what that you’d make it. And even when you made that promise a week ago, you were sick. Tears welled in your eyes as he stared at you, unmoving and unwavering in his complete anger. It scared you when Jungkook was mad in general, but at you, it was almost unbearable.

“Can you even answer me”, he screeched, his voice suddenly loud and primal, and it shook you, your mind screaming in pain and the edges of your vision blurring once again. You felt your knees shake, and you whimpered, bringing a hand up to your ear that particularly felt damaged, and you heard the faint laugh come from Jungkook. It was a humorless laugh that struck fear into your heart as you tried not to utterly drop to the floor in a heap of utter pain. 

Everything hurt. Your knees felt weak, your legs felt wobbly, your head was pounding, your stomach churned and twisted until you were doubled over, tears streaming down your face and your lower lip trembling. Not only did you feel like shit on the outside, now you felt like shit on the inside for abandoning Jungkook. 

Across the room, this all looked like you were just crying in disappointment, and it hurt Jungkook but he was just so angry, and he couldn’t help what he said next, “Get away from me, Y/n. Just go, I don’t wanna see your face right now. I need to calm down”, he whispered, his head turning away from your figure. 

The words mixed with the blood rushing in your skull caused you to sob out loud, your body protesting as it whipped around so you could run up the stairs and throw up, but you barely made it to the fourth step before your legs crumpled and you went tumbling back down the stairs. 

Jungkook’s head whipped around in shock as he watched you try to make one final attempt to pull yourself back together and stand up, the edges of your vision blurring one last time before everything went dark and you heard a voice yelling your name, and then nothing.

In horror, Jungkook watched your body limp and hit the table next to you before crumpling to the ground, a slight choking noise coming from you and he rushed over, turning you roughly onto your side to keep you from choking to death. Just as he though, puke started to dribble out of your mouth, and once he was sure ou were finished, he cleaned you up with paper towels and carried you upstairs to the bedroom, his heart tangled in heaps when he realized what was really wrong with you. 

You were so sick. 

His eyes traveled from the sweat damp sheets to the strewn about covers with used tissue and cough drop wrappers, to the faint smell of vomit coming from the bathroom. His gaze then dropped to your limp figure in his arms and his eyes watered, his heart breaking at remembering everything he said to you in his stupid fucking tantrum. 

No wonder you didn’t come. You never missed something, and you were obviously sick as hell. He placed a kiss on your forehead and laid you gently on the couch in the living room before running back upstairs and changing the bed sheets, cleaning up the wrappers and tissue, cleaning the bathroom, and running you a bath in the newly disinfected bath tub, remembering to toss a vanilla scented bath bomb in and going to your shared closet to pick out clothes. 

He choose his favorite basketball shorts and a pair of boxers, choosing to leave his torso uncovered because he knew how much you loved to be held against his warm body, and opting to pick out one of his white tees, some fuzzy socks, and a pair of panties for you. 

After he prepared the bathroom and placed fresh towels near the bathtub, he crept downstairs to see you still passed out, so he walked over and picked you up into his arms again, carrying you back up the stairs and into the bathroom, before stripping you and himself and getting into the tub with you between his legs, your back flush against his chest as he placed butterfly kisses against your skin to wake you up.

Eventually it worked, your form turning in his arms and his heart shattered at the teary eyes staring up at him, “J-Jungoo”, you murmured, your head obviously still swimming and he hushed you, kissing your lips in four quick pecks to silence you further before beginning to wash the front of your body, and then gently sitting you up to wash your back.

After he washed himself and rinsed you both, he pat himself dry and got dressed, and then did the same to you, only deciding to apply vanilla body oil to your skin to keep you soothed, knowing that you loved the smell of it. Once you were rubbed down and dressed, he lifted you into his arms again and walked you over to the bed, sitting you gently in the middle of it before going back to straighten the bathroom back up a bit and hitting the light switch on his way out. 

He sent a boyish smile to your confused features, the flash of his bunny teeth instantly put relief on your face, and your eyes softened and lips pulled into a weaker one. 

Just as he blew a kiss at you, and you caught it of course, the doorbell rang and Jungkook winked before going to answer it. Meanwhile you dug yourself further into the fresh sheets, the cotton rubbing against your bare legs as you let your eye lids slip shut, awaiting for your boyfriend to return. 

Once he did, he came back with three pizza boxes, two bottles of 2 liter Coca Cola, and a bag full of sour gummy candies, chocolate, and other delicacies that you loved. Your eyes immediately looked up at his suggestive face and you laughed softly, lifting your hands and making grabby gestures to get him to come to you, and he did, setting things up and turning the television on Netflix. 

After three Marvel movies, a horror movie, and two comedies, the clock was ticking on 2:45AM, and you were knocked out sleep on the pillows next to him, curled into his side as he stacked up the trash and put it on the floor to toss away in a few hours. Turning the TV off, he pulls the covers up over you both and pulls you against his bare chest, hearing a satisfied sigh leave your lips and he smiled, his heart doing flips as he tried to get to sleep next to the love of his life.

He loved you so much.