#wishing my all sick anons a very warm soup and tea

[bitedownme]

I have a cold and it sucks, can the Scarlet King have that too?

: I went overboard with this ask :

[doiedreams]

hi! how are you?

i think i caught a cold and i feel terrible right now... 😣 could you write a little blurb where one of the 127 members takes care of you when ur sick? (member of ur choice.) i’d love to see what u write. thanks!

Hi love! Thank you for the request! 💕 I’m sorry you have a cold bby, that sounds unpleasant :( Coincidentally, I think I’m coming down with a cold too 😳. I hope you feel better! And to answer your question, I’m not okay rn but I will be :) I hope you enjoy this blurb! ily <3

- Kay 𖠌

bf!doyoung takes care of you when you’re sick

fluff ద, requested r

827 words

warning: throwing up (no heavy details :))

[6:27pm] k.dy

Doyoung had recently left to hang out with the boys while you lay in bed feeling miserable as ever. You had gotten sick somehow and although it's only a common cold, the symptoms made you feel worse than you ever have.

Used Kleenexes and empty bottles of water surrounded you, littering your bed. You hadn't left your bed since morning, except to go get yourself medicine. You were also bored out of your mind with absolutely nothing to do but wait impatiently for your boyfriend to get back.

With nobody to keep you company and nothing to keep you busy, there was nothing to take your mind off of the discomfort you felt. At this point, taking anymore medicine would land you in a hospital.

The loneliness and misery began to set in even more, and you began to seriously consider calling Doyoung to come home. Before he had left, Doyoung asked you if you needed him to stay home with you if you were too sick to take care of yourself, but you refused to keep him from spending time with his friends. Besides, your symptoms were nowhere near as bad as they are now. Now, you wished you had taken up on his offer.

You knew he would do anything and everything for you without hesitation, but you still felt extremely guilty about asking him for anything. So, you decided to wait a little bit longer.

Suddenly, a pounding headache had begun throbbing in your skull. “Ughh…” you groaned with every ounce of energy left in your body.

Still in pain, you took a deep breath and reached for your phone. You typed in Doyoung’s number and called him.

He picked up the phone immediately. “y/n, what's up?” He practically yelled into the phone due to the loud music in the background. You pulled the phone away from your ear a little before replying.

“Baby, can you please come home?” You asked.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Doyoung asked, clearly concerned.

“Can you please just come home? My cold got a million times worse.” You answered. You groaned and held your head, as it felt like someone flipped a switch that amped up your headache.

“Of course, love. I’m on my way.” He hung up.

You sandwiched your head in between a pillow in an unsuccessful attempt to somewhat subdue the strength of your headache and waited for Doyoung to arrive.

After a while, you heard the rustling of plastic bags followed by footsteps coming up the stairs. Doyoung opened the door and you immediately sat up in bed and smiled at him despite the amount of discomfort you were in.

“How’re you doing?” He asked. With the back of his hand, he reached over and felt the warmth of your forehead before gently kissing your hand. He placed the plastic bags full of medicine, Kleenex boxes, soup cans, and tea bags next to you.

“I’m so miserable! Please heal me...” you said desperately before flopping back on the bed.

He giggled and said, “I’m no doctor, but I’ll do what I can. I promise.”

Out of nowhere, you felt a pang of nausea in your stomach. You rush out of the bed and hunch over the trash can to vomit.

Doyoung’s eyes widened as he hurried over to you to rub your back for comfort.

You finally pulled away from the trash can and washed your mouth and face.

“Are you okay?” Doyoung asked.

“No,” You responded. “How did I throw up when I haven’t even eaten anything today?”

“Did you take medicine? On an empty stomach? ‘Cause that’s probably the issue.” Doyoung suggested.

“Oh... that makes sense.” You said. You got back on the bed and groaned. “I hate sickness so much...” you complained.

Doyoung looked over at you with pity and said, “Well, since you haven’t eaten, I’m gonna go and make you some soup and tea. Okay?” You simply nodded. “Hopefully it will make you feel better. I’ll be back." He left you to go make soup.

When he got back, he found you face down on the bed practically passed out.

“Aw baby...” He gently shook you awake.

Your eyes fluttered open and you lifted your head to look at him.

“I promise I’ll let you sleep, but not until you’ve eaten something.” He handed you the bowl of soup and you ate it slowly, cautious of the heat, and cautious of how much your stomach would be able to tolerate.

He sat beside you watching you finish your soup, periodically warning you to ‘slow down’ and ‘take it easy’. When you finish, he placed the empty bowl to the side and covered you in the blankets. Although It wasn’t very late yet, you were ready for a much-needed nap.

“Sleep tight, love.” Doyoung says before peppering your warm face with kisses. You were already fast asleep. He caressed the side of your face, wished you a good night, and allowed you to sleep peacefully.

a/n: I’m sorry, this was kind of rushed and I wasn’t in a good headspace when I wrote it. I decided to make this one about Doyoung because he's the loml 😔 I think he’d take great care of somebody that’s sick. Since I’m also kinda sick, this wasn’t difficult for me to write at all. To the anon that requested this, you’re a precious soul <33 Hope you enjoyed it! 🤍💖

[inkedtae]

It is sooooo great to hear from you, darlingggg <3<3<3 I am sad that you feel sick I wish I could cook you a warm soup and drown you in endless compliments. I hope you get well soon.

All of your pieces are wonderful and I love reading them over and over again. But please don't feel pressured to write back immediately! I believe that your writing is especially spectacular because it came from your heart without forcing and stressing, so the next chapters should be the same.

You are Egyptian pharaoh, and we are wafting you as you write the next chapter for rotten angelcake

My wishlist for new years the next chapter of rotten angelcake: ix.daegu: (if you would like to hear, of course)

Taehyung crying for stimulation because he had teased angel too much and now she doesn't want to give it to Taehyung, to punish him (hehehe)

Taehyung and Angel smutty smut action in Tae's childhood bed or the same bed he always slept in whenever he visited his grandparent.

Angel trying oral for properly like, all attention on me, please type of proper = Taeconda being worshipped on knees

( As you see, there is a theme: dom but subby, soft dom ??) Taehyung saying: "Please, please Angel. I thought you wanted this. You don't want Daddy to feel pleased?" as Angel grinds on bare Taeconda and maybe cums all over it.

My last wish is less dirty. I thought we could have some moments between Taehyung's grandmother and Angel. Maybe they can look at childhood pictures, cook a meal or just simply have tea. Maybe Taehyung's grandmother could sweetly complain that Taehyung had lost some weight and he should eat more. Then, Angel could confirm her and feed Taehyung with her spoon, babying him.

I really really enjoy this series. Please don't get me wrong. I have these ideas because your writing gives me a very clear vision of how Taehyung and Angel would be. I hope you can find some fun even just reading them.

Good luck with your last assignment and don't forget to take a break. I am already very pleased with everything you've written, and I will wait wholeheartedly for more.

-blueheart

Hello lovely blue heart anon!! 🤗💗 Don’t worry I haven’t forgotten about you, I have just been considering your wish list for this next chapter. I really wanted to think hard about it and about your interpretation of Taehyung’s character in this story. I was pretty much near to tears when I opened your ask and got a wonderful dose of love!! Thank you for the well wishes!! I’m slowly but surely feeling better!! I also am so so so appreciative of all the ideas and work you put into this ask!

Since you numbered it, I will too just so I can also keep track of everything that was mentioned!! Though I did receive this ask before having finished the chapter, a lot of the suggestions just couldn’t fit into it with the way that I have already organized everything.

1. Though his could possibly happen in future chapters, I don’t think Taehyung is prepared to be this sexually vulnerable with Angel yet. Also, it is very much out of character and I’m not sure how I would be able to spin it into his character with the way it is described.

2. ��.. All I’m gonna say is that maybe we can check this one off 👀🧋

3. I love this and wanna add it but I just don’t see it happening while she’s at his grandparents place. Please look out for it after that though 👀🧋

4. I love the premise here of Angel getting more used to handling the Taeconda. However, I must clarify, that though Taehyung is, yes, a soft dom (literally only for her because he can’t resist her at all), I wouldn’t ever describe him as subby - even if he ever begs. I think he’s way too much of a dom for that and Angel is too much of a sub for that too.

5. I absolutely LOVE this idea and already had something similar planned in the tenth chapter since I couldn’t fit it into the ninth. So please look out for that and thanks for the suggestion!!

I want to stress that I am so happy to hear your ideas and love it when you share them! You had some great ones here but I just couldn’t find a way to add them all into a chapter that was one scene away from being done. Those that follow the characterization and plot will be considered for the next chapters though.

Thank you so much lovely!! I really hope you enjoy the next bit of the story!! 😚💕

[pcygoldenchild]

SeBaek Request

Anon: baekhyun has the fever and me and sehun (which was my boyfriend in the dream) decided to take care of him...to make baek feel better. @rainbowtrash97

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If there was one thing you couldn’t get Sehun to stop fussing about, it was Baekhyun. Baekhyun was like the child you two didn’t have. He was always with you two, always on either one of your shoulders. At one point you wondered if he was just doing it to make you two uncomfortable. But you soon realized he was just Baekhyun. And now your poor Baekhyun was sick. And guess who was taking care of him?

“Y/N he’s calling for you. I guess my shoulder just won’t do anymore.” Sehun came out to the kitchen. You were making Baekhyun soup and tea for the third time today. You’ve been pampering his sick body all day. You and Sehun took turns being his personal body pillow. Baekhyun was already super touchy, but when he was sick it was a whole other level. He was like permanently stuck to you.

“Babe my arm and shoulder are so sore. I feel like they are going to fall off. Just...take my turn please?” you pout. You were telling the truth though. Your arm was crying to be massaged. He just laughed and came over to hug you from behind. He kissed your head and then your shoulder, massaging your upper arm firmly.

“Oh babe. I really wish I could. But he wants you. And...I’m not taking extra shifts with the sick man baby.” he said smacking your ass before walking away with the soup and tea. You rolled your eyes and followed him back to the living room where a pouty Baekhyun sat.

“What took you two so long? I’m very sick you know. I need a warm body by me at all times.” he said holding his arms out for you to sit with him. You roll your eyes and walk over to him and sit down. He moves to lay on your shoulder holding onto your arm. Sehun places the tray on the table and sits on the floor in front of you. You weren’t going to lie, you loved having them around you. Sehun never liked to admit it but was just as touchy with you as Baekhyun was.

“You should eat. We need to keep you hydrated and keep your voice strong.” you say as you reach your arm out for the cup of tea. Sehun passes it to you and you hold it out to Baekhyun. He just moves his head and sips from the mug, not holding it himself. You roll your eyes yet again and hand Sehun back the mug.

“You’re literally like a big baby like this. I thought it was bad when you were healthy but I stand corrected.” you tease. Sehun laughs and looks back at you and Baekhyun.

“And I thought you’d be like super jealous to see someone have all my attention like this.” you say raising an eyebrow at your calm boyfriend. He just laughed and grabbed his phone from the table.

“It’s not someone, it’s Baekhyun. He’s way worst with me. You should be the jealous one.” he said smiling. You felt Baekhyun laugh and you plucked his forehead making him whine.

“I’m sick. You don’t hit sick people.” he said pinching your side.

“Why don’t we go live? I’m pretty sure our fans would love to see you all...you.” Sehun said opening his instagram. You instantly started fixing yourself which made them both laugh.

“Babe you look fine. And no one is going to paying attention to you really. Everyone will be looking at miss drama queen over here.” he said. You looked down at Baekhyun who already had his signature pout on. He was a natural at this. You laughed and Sehun started the live. Instantly the views were up to 30 thousand. And Sehun was right; everyone’s attention was set mainly on the baby on your arm. After a while of Baekhyun talking to the fans who were wishing him well, Sehun got tired of holding the phone so he handed it to you. He got up off the floor and sat on the other side of you. You both watched as Baekhyun talked to the fans. He was happy. He talked and laughed and even sang despite you constantly telling him to stop. He even set up the phone to sit showing all of you and played games. You were on live for an hour and a half just messing around and talking. Baekhyun seemed 10 times happier and all it took was talking to his fans who only want the best for him.

[lespetitesmortsde]

I work at home and I haven’t left my house in a while and you think I’m dead in my house beca's the one at home chloe finds her somehow

As requested, lovely anon.

“I need three more hours, Theo, and then it’s good to send, alright?” Beca says through speakerphone, fingers moving dials across her mixing board, one earphone off her ear just enough for her to make out what the guy’s saying.

“Beca, the deadline is in thirty minutes and you’re supposed to be here to present it to the artist!”

Beca pushes one of her equalizer bars half an inch too far, curses under her breath, and then fixes it. “Theo, just tell the client the truth – I’ve been sick and things are taking me a little longer than usual, but it’ll be there. Once they know I might be contagious, they won’t want to see me anyway,” she says confidently, adjusting a lever to correct the timbre.

“Beca,” he says, and she rolls her eyes at his exasperated tone.

“I’ve never let Timberlake down before, he’ll understand.”

“But–”

“Theo, do we have to go over this every time? Who. Is. Your. Boss?”

She can hear grumbles in the background as she hits pause on the song and slips her earphones down to her neck. “I couldn’t hear that?” she prompts.

“You are,” he finally says, begrudgingly.

“Right, so you’re going to do what?” she can’t help a small smirk from crossing her face envisioning his pained turtle expression.

He audibly sighs. “I’m going to tell Justin Timberlake that we need to postpone our meeting by two and a half hours and that you’re too sick to come in. I will also say that we are sorry, but you’ve been sick and haven’t been able to work quite as quickly as usual.”

“Good.” Beca’s finger moves to hover over the “end call” button on her phone. “Bye.” It slams onto the screen.

She puts the phone off to the side, gives herself a little shake, and then stops because it sounds weirdly like someone is knocking on her front door.

Why is this weird? Because she has a small red indicator light on her porch so her friends and family know when she’s busy and they can either leave her alone or enter the house using the passcode they’ve been assigned. She’s given a different one to each person and a message telling her who’s here flashes across the bottom righthand corner of her computer screen.

Everyone who could possibly visit her knows not to bug her. So who’s at the door?

She pulls her blanket tighter around her red panda onesie and walks over to the little CCTV display in the corner of her recording studio. It’s not someone super familiar to Beca; it takes almost ten seconds of staring for her to recognize the redheaded woman as one of her neighbours. Beca shrugs and goes back to her booth.

Two hours and fifty-two minutes later, she drops the song file onto the record label’s secure server and slips her earphones off.

“Riot,” she says, and her phone flickers to life. “Text Turtle.”

“Texting Turtle.”

“Boom! It’s uploaded.”

“Texting Turtle, ‘Boom! It’s uploaded.’ Do you wish to send?”

“Send.”

“Message sent.”

She smiles triumphantly and pulls off her headphones. She stretches her limbs out and gets up, fixing her blanket as she goes. At the door she flicks off the studio light and exits into her hallway.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Bloody hell,” Beca mutters as someone continues to tap on her door. She’d been hoping to boil some water, make some tea, and then crawl into bed for another week. She smiles wistfully at the thought of having Theo cancel her week’s appointments.

Instead of curling up in bed and texting him her plan, she veers toward her front door instead. The camera display in her entrance hall shows the same redheaded neighbour. Beca grumbles, unlocks the door, and pulls it open.

The woman stares at her in shock.

Self-consciously, Beca wraps the blanket more securely around herself.

“Oh my,” the woman says. “Are you alright?”

“No,” Beca says. “This crazy lady’s been banging on my door for the past, like, three hours.”

Blushing furiously, the woman says, “In my defense, after I knocked the first time I went home for a bit and only just now came back.”

“Okay, but no offence, why are you here?”

The blush only deepens.

“Okay, so I know this is going to sound, like, totes stalkery, but I haven’t seen you in like two weeks. Usually I see you every afternoon holding a takeout cup of coffee from Swan’s Beans because I teach piano lessons and my piano is in front of my living room window. And, well, I haven’t seen you for a long, long time so I thought maybe something had happened to you and I just wanted to make sure that you were okay.”

Beca blinks a couple of times in rapid succession at the spiel the woman before her has churned out. “Right, so I’m Beca… What’s your name again?”

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, it’s Chloe,” she says and it seems like maybe she’ll leave it there, but instead she continues, “and now that I know you’re alive, I will totally get out of your hair.”

Beca opens her mouth to say goodbye, but all that comes out is a violent series of coughs that she barely manages to direct into her elbow before doubling over to wheeze.

A hand rubs the middle of Beca’s back and Beca’s coughing subsides. She straightens up only to face an inquisitorial squad, population Chloe.

“Do you have enough tea? Have you been consuming enough liquids? What have you been eating? Have you been getting groceries if you haven’t been leaving your house?” the questions come rapid-fire, making Beca’s head spin.

“What?” Beca asks, dumbfounded.

“Okay, I can whip you up a soup in no time, my mom passed down a great recipe, let’s just get you some tea and then I’ll go home and fix it up and bring you some.” Chloe steps into the house, gently pushing Beca back into her home.

“Dude, I’m fine!” Beca protests, catching her blanket once again as it tries to fall off of her.

All Chloe says is, “Cute onesie,” but her step never falters. “Where’s your kitchen?”

On auto-pilot, Beca gestures to the right, and Chloe keeps shepherding them both there. She makes Beca sit at one of the island chairs and then looks around for a kettle. A box of lemon ginseng green tea is open on the counter beside a bowl of lemons, half a lemon on a juicer, a tub of honey with a spoon sticking out of it, and the kettle.

“Perfect, this stuff should really help your throat,” Chloe comments as she starts making Beca tea.

“Dude, what is happening right now? I’m fine, you can just go home.”

A brief flash of hurt crosses Chloe’s face, and Beca almost feels guilty, but almost as quickly as it appeared, it vanishes. “You’re sick, you’ve been sick for, what, two weeks? You need some help.”

“I do not.”

“Do too.”

“Do not!”

Chloe rolls her eyes. “Well, you’re getting some anyway, sweet cheeks, so deal with it.”

Beca mumbles under her breath.

“What was that?” Chloe asks as she opens various cabinets. Finally, she pulls a mug from the cabinet beside the fridge.

“I could get my security team here in ten minutes and you wouldn’t be able to escape the law.”

“That’s cute, sweetie, but I’m not going anywhere until I make you a nice pot of tea. And then I’m coming back with soup so that you actually eat something.”

“I’ve been eating!” Beca says defensively.

“Oh yeah?” Chloe challenges, raising an eyebrow. Like she has a sixth sense, she heads straight for the trash bin. “And you think eating a dozen packages of instant cheese ramen is going to cure you, do you?”

Beca blushes. “I – they’re easy to make and the freeze-dried vegetables inside don’t suck like most other instant ramens I’ve tried. So I won’t die of scurvy which is at the top of my to-do list, and it has a nice little spice kick at the end to help my sinuses.”

Before Beca’s even done trying to justify her major cheese ramen kick, Chloe’s shaking her head. “You need fresh veggies and vitamins, some protein wouldn’t hurt, and some people find dairy – if we can call this dairy – worsens cold and flu symptoms.”

Blinking widely, Beca says, “Okay…?”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it. You should go up to bed and try to sleep or at least rest. I’ll bring your tea up, head home and make some soup, then bring you some dinner in a couple of hours.” Then she turns around, expecting Beca to just acquiesce. A rookie mistake.

“Dude, I don’t even know you!”

Chloe turns back around, “My name’s Chloe Beale, I live across the street, we’ve been neighbours for like two years, I went to Barden University and co-captained the all-female a cappella group The Barden Bellas, I had a 3.7 GPA in education, and then moved here and became a piano teacher. My favourite colour is orange, “Titanium” is my jam, and I love to give toasts at group events.” She smiles. “Now we’re friends and you know all about me, so please go upstairs!”

“You know ‘Titanium’?” Beca asks, totally distracted.

“Have I been living under a rock? It’s great. The song really builds.”

“Yeah, he’s really good at incorporating those rises and falls,” Beca comments, almost absently.

“Go!” Chloe demands again as the kettle clicks off. “I’ll bring this to you, just go rest; you look kind of awful.”

“Thanks, you forgot to mention you’re really nice in your elevator pitch,” Beca grumbles, but starts walking upstairs anyway.

“I’m making you soup and tea – it’s implied, Beca!”

When she gets upstairs, Beca pulls open her thick duvet and climbs in, still wrapped up in her onesie and extra blanket. She burritos under all her layers as best as she can. It takes a few minutes of turning and adjusting, but she eventually discovers that if she props herself up on a couple of pillows and rotates slightly so her head is on an angle to allow sinus drainage, she can almost breathe normally without triggering her cough too much.

Chloe appears in the doorway a few moments later, carrying a mug which she sets down on the coaster on Beca’s bedside table after picking up an old mug.

“Oh, thanks,” Beca says quietly.

“You look pretty snuggly,” Chloe comments, surveying the very large pile of blankets. “Are you warm in there?”

“Not really.”

“Alright, I can help with that,” Chloe says as she walks around to the other side of the bed.

“Wait, what?” Beca says as her eyes follow Chloe’s movements. It takes much longer than it should for Beca to put two and two together, and Chloe is already sliding under the covers towards Beca when Beca says, “Dude, what are you doing?”

Chloe just smiles in what Beca assumes Chloe thinks is a reassuring way. “You’re never going to get warm, even with all these blankets, if you’re cold. The blankets just insulate the temperature. Yes, they can help trap heat, but you need heat to get that started. I, as a healthy normal person, am quite warm in this pseudo-tropic you’ve designed for yourself, so if I can help warm you and your little cocoon, you might actually feel warm for once since nothing else is helping.”

An arm wraps around Beca’s waist, on top of the blanket she’s wrapped up in under her duvet. And, as much as it might pain Beca to admit, even to herself, it’s kind of nice. And that spot actually does feel a little warmer. Her eyelids start drooping a little.

“Okay, fine, but no copping any feels, ginger,” Beca says, her words already blurring at the edges with sleep.

“Scout’s honour!” Chloe promises.

It’s mumbled and very quiet, but Beca manages to get out, “I doubt you were ever a scout,” before drifting off. Chloe laughs softly and inches forward to cuddle Beca better.

“Good guess,” Chloe comments, and then despite her plans to go home and make Beca soup, she finds herself acquiescing to the soporific atmosphere, and falling asleep too.

[parkandzhong]

🎪🎡🎢 ----

(A long shitty anon with an open ending!! aka my specialty) 

It starts with a small headache and the unshakeable feeling that the room is a little too warm for his liking. It’s annoying but livable, so Jisung goes on with his day and hardly notices that he’s feeling worse 2 days later. His stomach hurts when he runs at practice and he ends up hunched over by the end of it. But it isn’t that bad and he wants to play in the next game, so he doesn’t say anything.

“You look a little pale,” Chenle comments on Wednesday when he meets Jisung to walk to school.

“I bleached my face to look whiter,” Jisung replies sarcastically.

He hugs his hoodie a little tighter to his body and tries to hide the shiver that wracks his body. Luckily, Chenle looks away at that moment and doesn’t notice. Chenle insists on stopping by a café to buy some tea even though it’s warm outside. Jisung’s thankful, though he’d never admit it.

The hot tea does nothing to warm up his body, and he’s shivering by the time he reaches his third class of the day. Nobody calls him out again for being pale, and he tries his best to hide the shivers from his classmates. It’s no big deal. He’s just feeling a little sick. It’s not worth bothering anybody about.

-

That night he finds it hard to sleep. It feels like he’s closed his eyes for less than a minute before his alarm is buzzing at him. He feels like shit, but it’s fine. He rolls out of his bed and pulls on his NASA hoodie. Chenle quirks an eyebrow when he sees him.

“It’s supposed to be warm today,” he says.

“Yeah, but this is my favorite hoodie,” Jisung replies.

His stomach hurts. He’s barely eaten in days for fear of throwing up. The left side of his head is pounding. Chenle eyes him for a moment, but at Jisung’s level stare back, he drops it.

“We’re early, wanna go to the café?”

Jisung’s stomach lurches, but the thought of a caramel frappuccino is tempting. He has to take small sips and it’s getting melty halfway through. It still tastes good, though, so he finishes most of it. The cold chills start up so bad Jisung has to go find Jaemin and ask him for the blanket he keeps in his locker.

-

“Are you seriously cold right now?” Renjun asks when Jisung comes to lunch wearing the blanket around his shoulders.

“No. I’m just sleepy,” Jisung lies.

He knows he looks pale and worse for wear. Maybe they’ll just believe it’s from lack of sleep. It’s not a total lie that he’s sleepy. He felt too shitty to sleep last night.

“Jisung, you’re shivering,” Jeno points out.

“I just remembered that I probably flunked my math test today,” he replies.

Chenle lets Jisung lay against him and close his eyes during lunch. He occasionally pushes some food into Jisung’s mouth, but they all leave him be.

-

“What time is soccer practice over today?” Chenle asks as he and Jisung begin walking to their 5th class of the day.

“Probably about 4:30,” Jisung says, stopping to clench his eyes shut.

“You okay?” Chenle asks gingerly, hand beginning to reach out to Jisung.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Jisung says.

It’s not convincing. His voice is frail and tired. His head hurts so much. He wishes it would just stop already. Why couldn’t everything just stop for a while? Why is he so dizzy? Is it because of the lack of food? He takes a weak breath and opens his eyes. Chenle’s staring at him in concern.

“I didn’t sleep much last night,” he says.

Jisung manages to give him a smile and starts walking down the stairs without him. The first set of stairs goes okay, but he suddenly stops walking and Chenle almost runs into him. His eyes are shut as he fights off another wave of dizziness, wondering why his head just won’t stop pounding. Chenle eyes the way Jisung’s hand is clutching the rail. His knuckles are white and he sways dangerously.

“Jisung!” he calls. “Jisung!”

Chenle wraps his arms around Jisung’s waist, trying to steady both of them. Jisung’s skin is burning when pressed against his. He’s too tired and weak to fight him on being held. He just wants his ear to stop ringing.

-

It’s a struggle to get Jisung down the stairs, but Chenle runs into Hyuck when he’s trying to drag Jisung down the hallway. He’s limp as they both carry him to the nurse’s office. Jisung’s mumbling incoherently as his head lulls.

The nurse stands up immediately when she sees Jisung being held up between them. She ushers them to sit him on the cot and when she makes contact with Jisung’s skin, she looks shocked and concerned.

“He’s really hot,” she says.

She makes them stand in the corner while she tries to get logical responses out of Jisung. They can barely hear him, save for his pained, tired groaning. She looks very concerned, and since Jisung’s mom is working, Chenle’s mom comes to pick them both up. Chenle’s dad helps Chenle bring Jisung to his bed and his parents leave to get him some medication.

-

“Someone called me hot today,” Jisung says in his delirious state.

“Yeah, that was the school nurse after she checked your temperature,” Chenle replies flatly.

Jisung frowns and slumps back against the pillows.

“Nobody appreciates me,” he mumbles sadly.

Chenle scoffs quietly.

“You’re ugly when you’re sick,” Chenle says. “I promise that you’re hot most of the time.”

“Like when?”

Chenle’s cheeks start to burn and he pushes Jisung into the pillows.

“We’ll talk later about it later,” he says, hoping that Jisung is too out of it to realize how high his voice has gotten or how much his hands are starting to shake.

“Do you think I’m hot, Chenle? No lies.”

If Jisung were in his right mind, he’d be mortified that he was asking such a bold question to his best friend that he had a Big Gay Crush on. He also wouldn’t be clutching onto Chenle’s hand as he tried to move away.

“Lay down with me,” he whines.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Let’s just lay down for a while,” he says, using the little bit of strength he has left to try to tug Chenle onto the bed.

“You’re so warm,” Chenle says, cringing away from Jisung as he tries to press his cheek against Chenle’s.

“That lady said I was hot.”

Chenle holds back whatever insult he wants to say and lets Jisung try to pull him closer. He’s so going to hold this over Jisung’s head when he gets better.

-

Jisung’s mom comes home from work and finds Chenle being squished by her sleeping son. They have to wake him up and take him to a hospital. The hospital is quiet, but Jisung is not. He mumbles frequently about his head and his ear, quietly begging for it to stop. He keeps telling something to shut up even when his mother and Chenle are silent. Chenle’s pretty sure Jisung hasn’t had a coherent thought since lunch.

The doctor comes in after 15 minutes and Jisung is talked to like he’s 5. Chenle knows Jisung would typically hate it, but he just speaks quietly and holds his head and points to what hurts. The doctor doesn’t like how dehydrated Jisung is, so they decide to give him a saline drip while he’s there. The Jisung Park who’s a wimp and afraid of needles doesn’t even seem to notice. He looks like he’s close to passing out just from laying down.

-

Jisung gets a long nap, a diagnosis of an ear infection and dehydration, and antibiotics to take. He sleeps most of the way back home. He’s so delirious he doesn’t even protest that he won’t be in the soccer game 2 days later.

Jisung sleeps most of the day and is coaxed into eating soups and ramen. On the third day back from the doctor, the delirium starts to clear up and he’s back to being the regular Park Jisung. Just one who’s feeling under the weather.

-

“You could’ve hurt yourself if you went any longer without telling us!” Chenle says, slapping him on the arm.

“It wasn’t a big deal!”

Jisung swats at him and glares defiantly. The delirium is gone for sure, and Jisung’s stubborn dumb ass is back in control.

“Some people go deaf from untreated ear infections!”

“I had it under control.”

“You almost fainted on the stairs,” Chenle reminds him, laying his head on Jisung’s shoulder. “You’re so stupid.”

“I would not have—”

“You so would’ve!!! I had to get Hyuck to help me carry you to the nurse’s office! You wouldn’t shut up because she said you were hot.”

“There’s no way—”

“I have a lot of video evidence of you being a sick dumbass, don’t test me.”

“You—”

-

Jisung’s burning with embarrassment at the end of the videos. Chenle decides not to mention how much he was cuddled when Jisung was sick. That’s a memory he can keep for himself; nobody needs to know how much it flustered him. 

CHENSUNG ANON BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH AMAZING WRITING

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... More ? Ok wait... I don't know what else to say. How about weird puns ? Quote what BTS just said in their songs ? You know Hakuna Matata from Boy in Love ? I guess they like Disney. Because they put Ratatouille in their new song. Which is cute, kinda, but mostly funny. Imagine Yoongi surrounded by Disney's stuffed toys characters ? How about Jimin ? I don't know what's more cute. A photo of it or his reactions with Kumamon... F.LWSAJt3rd

I really do hope you'll feel better soon... Don't think to much about things that stress you. Actually that's surprisingly one of the reasons people can get a cold. Stress. If you ever try to cook chicken soup, please be careful. Don't pull a Namjoon. Don't forget to drink water ! (again, not too cold). Do you have scented candles ? It can help you to relax. Or try to listen to BTS's remix, it helps me to sleep. And you need sleep.

I'm eating Big Hit right now... (you know those you can buy at Lidl ?) Sometimes I really think about why did Yoongi chose Father Louis Williams Suga Adams... Junior the 3rd. But then, he probably just put random foreigners names he had in mind. I'm going to keep writing the firsts things that pops in my mind... probably... I don't know you put pressure on me xD I'm really excited to see the stages for this comeback! The dance is great. There's Yoonmin too...

When you'll answer this (which you weren't supposed to apparently but that's ok), what is your favourite song of the album ? Would you like to be Kumamon and be hugged by Yoongi if you're sick or be Yoongi and be hugged by a Kumamon ? Mmh... Imagine Yoongi in a Kumamon costume hugging you and giving you chicken soup ? >

Staying true to the "Send in anon what you feel about me at first I was intimidated to even send something in anon because I'm actually really shy. So the 1st time I send you something truly was as Father Louis ! I never thought you would have answered and play with the game. Didn't even imagined you would remember(or maybe it's the fact there's not many anons going by Father Louis Williams Suga Adams Junior the 3rd ? It is mouthfull...)and that's just another reason why you're an amazing person

Can we talk about how cute Yoongi is with blue hair ? May his hair rest in peace later. Amen. But he looks so soft !! Your gif of it killed me, I blinked more than usual (I'm one of those persons who blinks a lot). I'm sorry I don't know what to write, in one hand I may come as a mother. At the other hand... I'm annoying. (I hope you're laying on a bed by now. Sleeping. Where I am it's 23:15 and Germany must be +1h if I'm not wrong.)

And so, as the sky started to darken, he closed his eyes slowly. Taking a deep breath, he focused on his other senses. How the grass was feeling ticklish, like a brush; the males crickets playing their cello in hope to find a female, and mate with them; the scent of the night surrounding him, a scent which can't be easily describe it. His shoulders drop, his face soften. Slowly breathing out, he opens his eyes... ah there it is. Peace. -Father Louis Williams Suga Adams Junior the 3rd.

I hope my last ask will make you feel more relaxed ^^ English is my 3rd language and I'm self-taught so I did a poor job at "Show, don't tell" + the fact there's a limit of characters we can put. I was going to write a small yoonmin scene but it just makes me remember Jimin in Serendipity instead. Anyway, hope you get better !!! 💛💙 - Father Louis Williams Suga Adams Junior the 3rd, living in the 2nd house of BTS Hell.

Okay you wrote me a freaking essay! hahah ♥

I think Jungkook, Taehyung and Namjoon might watch a lot of Disney movies? I dont know. Correct me if I am wrong :’) I could totally see Yoongi with lots of Animal + Stitch stuffed toys! That would be so cute :o Thank you for your getting well wishes! I really hope so too! It is most likely stress. I have a lot on my mind recently. I dotn even sleep well because of it so yeah. It will all be good in 2/3 months though. I think might make me soup. He is a really good cook! I am more of a baker :) Even my co-workers ask me why i am not making the lemon cake again lmao. They love that cake so much. I only had some colder/luke warm water so dont worry. As I said, I am mostly drinking tea! I have sweet scented candles! I would like some minty scented candles though. Just so I could feel like I am breathing. I am listening to the new album  on repeat. It makes me wanna be active! Which is good I guess. I dont want to mope around being sick. I havent sleept very well last night, i kept waking up, because of my throat. (I kept breathing through my mouth because my nose got stuffed during the night) 

I LOVE BIG HIT! Tbh i like them more than M&Ms. Also they are way cheaper. Thank god for that. And you have Lidl? That means you must be in a European Country! And you said Germany is +1 hour from you? You must be from a warmer country if English is self taught! That is so cool! 

I am sorry that I put pressure on you. Just wrtie to me whenever and however much you want! I love seeing your messages! I am really excited about the comeback stages too! I think it got leaked that they would promote Mic Drop too? I might be in my cold haze though. :’)  The dance is so cool! I am in awe! That choreo must be so difficult! It is so fast paced sometimes. 

My fav song would be: Serendipity, Best Of Me and Pied Piper maybe? I am not too sure yet.  What are yours?I’d rather be hugged by Yoongi! I just want to hug all of them. hajsdgfljkh That image made me laugh! I wouldnt be able to take him seriously if he tried to feed me wiht a Kumamon costume on! 

Yoongi is such a tsunderer. It is adorable and endearing. I wouldnt be able to imagine him any other way tbh. Jimin, yes! He would even post those pics of yoongi on twitter :’) 

Of course I would have remebered you! Your ask was so funny and nice! I love those little games to get over the awkwardness. It doesnt expose one completely at first which is totally okay! Getting used/warmed up to somebody takes courage and time! Youre amazing too, my dear anon! 

I loved minty yoongi and pastel blue is very close to that so i am all *heart eyes* His hair would have been all healthy again at this point. Bleaching all of that is such a shame. I hope he thought it was okay to dye it again. 

Thank you for loving my gifs! youre NOT annoying! Dont say that! youre fun to talk to! Mother me all you want :D Your little calming story is so realxing! Thank you! It makes me want to cuddle up in my blanket and forget the real world. 

I hope you had a good nights rest and a good day at wherever you are! School/college/work!