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hi! could pls write about JK being all after you and you "don't care" like in the Seven MV, but you end up together?

[Summary]: Jungkook has been pining after you for ages. You find denying him fun, in a way. But when he proposes the truth as to why he wants you so bad, you begin to see yourself fold.

[Theme]: Non-Idol AU (or Idol AU, however, you see it), Somewhat Fuckboy JK, Desperate JK, Library-worker Y/N

[Rating]: 18+ for sexual innuendoes. (no actual sex though, sorry guys)

[Word Count]: 1,943

[A/N]: I am so sorry this took me so long. I honestly have so many requests rn, I am somewhat downing. Here is this, though! Hope you enjoy!

“I don’t give a fuck, Jungkook,” you roll your eyes, clicking away on the crappy keyboard of the library’s computer. The system is slow, and it somehow pisses you off even more than the brooding man on the other side of the desk.

“‘You don’t give a fuck?’” he restates your question in shock. He scoffs into the air of the library, and you almost tell him to shut up out of the sheer force of it. “I bought you 7 pounds of roses. In your favorite color, by the way. Do you know how hard it is to find lavender colored roses in that quantity?”

“That’s not the point, Kook,” you take your glasses off. You really don’t have time to deal with his propositions as to why you should go out with him right now. This has been a whole month struggle. If you really want to get to the nitty-gritty of the situation, technically, this has been going on for about a year now. It’s only gotten this bad since about four weeks ago.

Jungkook has been after your ass since you started coming to his apartment to hang out with your best friend, who was dating his roommate. Your best friend, Saeyeon, was always over at the apartment to be with Taehyung. And at one point, she invited you over to see if you’d get along with the other 3 boys who lived here. She saw a potential in Hoseok for you, and you started to realize she was right when you saw that the guy couldn’t keep you from laughing every minute you were over there. Hoseok was your type to a T. Funny, understanding, hard-working, and handsome. But every time you were over there, there was this agitating, grating voice from the corner of the room.

Jungkook intervened in every attempt you tried to make on Hoseok. Eventually, you got so fed up, that you stopped showing up to the apartment at all.

“What’s the point then, Y/n?” he laughs in disbelief.

You look at him menacingly, rolling your eyes again after a while. Honestly, you have no idea what the point is. After his attempts to get you the fuck off of Hoseok, the guy couldn’t stop explaining why he was a better choice; why you should date him and not his roommate. The sheer honesty and willingness to fuck up his friend’s chance at dating you pissed you off, even if he were to later explain to you that Hoseok was as gay as they come. What made you more turned off was his audacity when he said he could fuck you anytime you wanted, at any given moment, all day every day, every-day-a-week. You were shocked, completely turning yourself away from the possibility of even considering going out with him after that. Even if you thought about the possibility every time you went home.

You thought that after a rejection or two, he would lay off. But he found out where you worked, where you did your laundry, where you took your walks, and where you went to have fun. There was no avoiding him. The guy had ambition like steel, and hasn’t given up his efforts in asking you for just one date since then.

“So there is no point,” he smiles, leaning his hands on the counter.

You look at the clock, reading 5:00pm, when you are supposed to clock-out. You sigh in relief, grabbing the hand-held kiosk and punching in your numbers. A part of you wants to roll your eyes again, knowing Jungkook came here purposely at the time you get off to try and hang out with you after you got off of work. “Hang out”, as in persuade you to date him.

“The point is that I’m not going out with you,” you state for what feels like the millionth time since last year. “All you want is a sleazy slut in your sheets. And you’ve got the wrong girl for that.”

You make your way around the counter, opening the half door to let you out of the office-circle in the help-desk section of the library.

“Woah, hey,” he chases after you as you walk in the opposite direction. “I didn’t say that. I said I could fuck you like a sleazy slut if you wanted me to. Only by your word, that is. We can do it vanilla, or if you like—I don’t know—role-play, we could do that, too.”

“Jungkook,” you pinch your eyebrows together with your fingers.

You watch him give you that typical fuck boy smirk, showing you the glory of his lip piercings on full display.

“Okay,” he laughs at your expression. “In all seriousness. One date—just one. That’s all I ask. No sex, no nothing. The sex is nearly a bonus—one of my many talents. But genuinely, I just want one date. Officially. To get to know you more than the fact that you love denying great opportunities when they’re given to you on a golden platter.”

“A golden platter,” you scoff.

“If you don’t like it, then we can stop there,” he gulps. “But genuinely, just give me a chance.”

Someone in the library shushes the two of you, and you feel heat rush to your cheeks out of embarrassment of getting scolded at at your own workplace. You start to walk out again, hating that you smile when you hear his footsteps following behind you.

“So?” he calls your name louder once the two of you are out in the parking lot.

“Why do you want me so bad?” you laugh at the situation. He catches up to you, walking beside you as you find your car.

You’re really not the biggest catch. You’re a total nerd and you don’t really party or drink. Sure, you like sex, but only with people you’ve actually been able to call your boyfriend. You work in a library instead of using your degree you just finished to get a job in the field you studied for. You’re a mess, but yet somehow an attractive, pinned after, biggest-fuck-boy-in-the-world wants a date with you, amongst other hidden innuendos. It really doesn’t make sense to you, and you think this is one of the reasons why you’ve been so strict on saying no. It simply doesn’t make sense.

“Dunno,” he shrugs. “You keep me on my toes. I like it.”

“So I’m a game,” you raise your eyebrow, leaning against your car when you find it.

“In a way,” he admits. “I want to win. I like you.”

“So then me agreeing to the date is you winning? You just gave your opponent the key to make you lose,” you laugh.

“No, the way to win is you liking me back,” he says.

He moves closer to you, somewhat trapping you against your car.

“So then what happens when I like you?” you propose. “Is the game over?”

“That game is, yes,” he says. The tip of his sneakers touch yours, and you begin to feel a little nervous, crossing your hands over your chest. “But then a new one starts.”

“And what’s that game?” you ask. The closer he gets to you, the quieter your voice gets.

“You date me. As in actually date me. Not just a date here and a date there. As in you date me as my girlfriend,” he smiles. “And then you fall in love with me, and then we get married and have 5 kids and a dog or two.”

You genuinely laugh at that, and he does a little, too. Although, there’s still a hint of seriousness in his voice that causes you to stop laughing for longer than you wanted to.

“The game doesn’t end, Y/n,” he smiles. “That’s why I say you keep me on my toes; why I say I like you. There’s always going to be another goal to work towards with you.”

You have to look away from him at that. The blush on your cheeks radiates, and you hate that your heart beats out of your chest from his confession. You’re supposed to say no. You’re supposed to never back down against him. For the longest time, you wanted him to lose, assuming that he was the type to get anything he wanted. You wanted to be the one he couldn’t have. But the longer you reject him, the more you find yourself wanting him just as bad.

“Is this what you say to every girl?” you look up at him.

“Just you,” he tucks your hair behind your ear with tatted fingers and rough skin. “Rejection doesn’t feel good. I’ve never been rejected so many times,” he laughs. “You scare me. I like it though.”

“You’re scared I’ll reject you?” you ask.

“You’ve been rejecting me already,” he reminds you. “But…yes. It’s a 90% possibility.”

You pause, looking past him and into the sky. The sun is setting, and it casts a honey glow over his skin. He’s attractive—that you cannot deny. He’s also ambitious as hell. At first, it annoyed you, but now you realize that it’s actually quite admirable that he’s been so consistent with you since last year. You don’t know if he’s been dating people during the time that he hasn’t been stalking you at the laundromat every Saturday at 3pm. But you’d like to think that even if he did, the fact that he’s remembered and made an effort proves that he still wants you in the end.

You don’t know what to think. But you figure that you really cannot know until you get to know who he is past that ambitious and attractive side of him.

“One date,” you agree, holding up your finger. “One. And if I hate it, then you have to promise to leave me alone. No more showing up at my work, or on my afternoon walks, or a—”

“I promise,” he says so quickly, you almost didn’t know if he was speaking the same language. “I promise—holy shit for real?”

He holds your waist in his palms tightly, and you feel strange when you realize that it feels like second nature to you. In a way, you feel like his hands on you feel right. You look down at them, and he takes them off of you, apologizing. You want to put them back on you, but you hold back.

“Does Friday work?” he asks you quickly again. You laugh at his excitement, feeling somewhat good at giving him what he wants. It felt good before to tell him no, but you realize now that this look on his face is worth more than seeing him disappointed because of your denial.

You nod as you laugh at him.

“Get out of here,” you push his shoulder playfully. “I’ll see you on Friday.”

You watch him nod, turning away. You do the same, unlocking your car before you hear his footsteps stop.

“Oh, and Y/n?” he calls out your name.

“Yeah?” you look at him.

“I meant what I said,” he continues.

He smiles when you look confusingly at him, not remembering which words he is referring to.

“The ultimate goal is for you to be with me. But I do come with all that extra stuff,” he smiles. “You know—the every-day-a-week promise I made to you a while ago.”

You roll your eyes, opening your car door. All this time, you had been saying that Jungkook’s sexual side was the biggest turn off of them all. But as you slide into your car, you shock yourself by your next words.

“I look forward to it.”

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[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2023]

Reader is a human and is oblivious to Morpheus's feelings for her?!?

in your dreams

aka; gn!reader being completely oblivious to morpheus’ feelings

thank you for the ask ! as always, lowercase intended :)

headcanons, morpheus x constantine!reader, established contact, slight plot derision, heavy miscommunication (idiots in love basically), GENDER NOT SPECIFIED !

oh you silly, oblivious fool. the both of you.

in fact, morpheus should become despair, and you? denial. utter delusion.

despite having strings of passionate love affairs, morpheus is perplexed by you. the seduction has never been hard for him, only the longevity. but he can’t even reach that.

he supposes he should be somewhat grateful, as he won’t come on too headstrong. on the other hand, however, he wonders exactly how much effort he has to put in to win you over. and morpheus has never shied away from a romantic pursuit, especially not when it involves his ego (which, in fairness, it always does), but you are…something else. that’s why he likes you. you’re so different from your sibling; where she’s perceptive, you practically live in daydreams.

and that is precisely where he begins his pursuit of you. in your dreams, as you say to him. morpheus begins by making everything softer, brighter. both you and your sister are chronic nightmare sufferers, as you’ve mentioned. so, unknown to you, he keeps nightmares at bay. not this time, he chides them. not this time.

it’s the first night you get a full eight hours of uninterrupted sleep.

you suspect it has something to do with him, but you brush it off as impersonal. even despite johanna’s prodding, you think it’s probably because the sand has been returned.

“i’m telling you jo, it’s nothing.”

“well he didn’t make my nightmares suddenly vanish. next time you see him, tell him i have a bone to pick with him.”

“there won’t be a next time!”

deep down, you hope there will be.

on the other hand, it’s been at least two weeks of pleasant dreams, and morpheus’ patience is wearing thin. surely for someone of your intelligence, you’d realise it has something to do with him? fine. maybe he just has to be more obvious.

he starts by physically appearing in your dream. slowly, though. tactfully. there’s roses along the meadow you’re dreaming of tonight. maybe it’s just you, but you swear you can hear some type of slow jazz.

it takes you at least twenty minutes (if the dreaming even has a linear concept of time) to notice him. and when you do, it’s only because he has to shuffle to get a better view of you, and you’re slightly perplexed by the swath of black fabric against such a vibrant pink background.

“oh! it’s you!”

finally, he thinks. “it is. and you, y/n? how are you?”

“i’m good. i’m not sure if this is actually you, or if you’re just me. still wrapping my head around this whole thing.”

“i am quite certain that we are separate. it will take time to adjust, but i am sure you will. you have quite the mind.”

you flush. “thank you. oh! actually, i had a favour to ask.”

“anything,” morpheus replies, instantly. there’s a softness in his voice that makes you almost melt. he, on the other hand, is elated. such intimacy, already? perhaps his worries were for nothing. he’d quite literally grant you the sun, if he could (though he doesn’t have the best experiences with those).

“could you perhaps get rid of my sister’s nightmares, too? in her own words, she ‘has a bone to pick.’ if that’s not too much?”

ah. not quite the favour he was thinking, but if it makes you happy…

“of course. i will see to it myself.”

you smile at that, and morpheus feels a warmth in his chest that he hasn’t felt for a long, long time.

“thanks, man. i appreciate that.”

you physically cringe. man ? there are seven ways you can envision the ground swallowing you up alive, and the only reason it doesn’t is because of morpheus’ presence.

meanwhile morpheus himself is inwardly despairing. ‘man’ ? either humans have changed entirely, or his seductive skills are at a miserable low.

thankfully, you’re saved by your alarm blaring through. you wake up in sheer agony. so bad, in fact, that you lie in bed for another twenty minutes quite literally saying prayers to every deity you can imagine. you’re atoning for some sin you can’t even think about. what the hell have you done to deserve this?

whilst you’re busy despairing in the waking world, morpheus is slumping against his throne in the dreaming. despair must be having a brilliant time, he thinks.

it takes both lucienne and matthew’s combined efforts to pull him out. giving the lord of dreams a pep talk? never been on the agenda, but he feels remarkably better after matthew assures him “maybe they’re just shy!”

so morpheus does something he’s never done before.

he consults human dating books. oh, so a ‘light touch on the arm’ is still popular. matthew tells him to try a more extroverted approach.

“why can’t you just tell them?”

but the lord of dreams is a prideful creature, though he’d never admit it. why should he go to them?

underneath that is a piercing fear of rejection, of being alone again, especially after the burgess incident. but that’s for later.

morpheus even consults death. his sister has a wonderful track record of being good with humans.

so, armed with flowers, and newfound knowledge of “tenderness, morpheus. be tender and warm,” he shows up at your door.

when you answer, you’re delighted, though you try and hide it, of course.

“hi again - oh, are those for johanna? she’s out at the moment, unfortunately, but i can pass a message on if you’d like?”

he blinks. “no, they…they are for you, actually.”

your eyes widen in surprise. “for me? what’s the occasion?”

he looks at you, so deeply that you almost shudder. there’s something…tangible about his stare. something that looks like restraint. “there was no reason,” he almost whispers. “i just thought you might like these. they’re often in your dreams.”

you could melt right there. he saw your dreams? personally?

but of course he did. he’s quite literally the lord of dreams. he sees everybody’s.

inwardly, you recoil, too caught up in denial to continue even thinking about any possible advances towards you.

“that’s…that’s really nice of you. thank you. would you like to come in?”

but before he can, you hear a car pull up. johanna’s home. and you love your sister, you truly do, but just this once you wish she hadn’t been home on time (which is a rare occurrence of it’s own).

morpheus, on the other hand, looks distraught. he’s practically on the verge of tears as johanna approaches, and though you remind him the offer still stands, he bids the both of you farewell. much to matthew’s chagrin, of course.

“nice one, boss.”

johanna teases you about the flowers, but you brush her off.

“it’s probably just appreciation. you know, because of the sand?”

your sister’s had enough. “you’re utterly hopeless, you know that? and so is he.”

“who?” you ask, absentmindedly.

“your sand boyfriend.”

“he’s not my boyfriend!”

oh, but how he wants to be.

in fact, morpheus has all but given up, until he sees one dream that particularly intrigues him.

you’re dreaming, again. you’re dreaming, and he could fall to his knees in relief when he realises that you’re dreaming of a romance movie.

it’s pride and prejudice. and the only reason he realises this is because he was there for its publication, of course (and because there’s been a strange influx of austen-adapted movie dreams lately, for some reason).

but it’s the scene that intrigues him, where darcy is walking up to you, in this case, and profoundly expressing his love.

how odd. he never would have pegged you down for such a hopeless romantic, but now he realises. he needs to be forward in his advances.

so he swallows your pride and shows up at your door the next morning, armed with nothing this time.

you answer the door hurriedly after hopping out of the shower, wearing nothing but an artfully wrapped towel, thinking it’s johanna.

it’s not. it’s a man (a man?) you are incredibly interested in, and you’re standing in front of him with wet hair and just a towel.

“could you…could you give me a minute, maybe?”

but morpheus’ usually formal tendencies have somehow vanished, and he protests.

“i need to speak to you.”

he barely waits for an answer, striding in. you practically run to shut the door, frantically looking around for something to preserve any shred of modesty you have left. that towel is slipping and you give yourself maybe five minutes before all hell breaks loose.

“y/n.”

“morpheus?”

to your utter horror, he launches into a speech you find all too familiar.

“-you have bewitched me, body and soul, and i-”

“were you spying on me?”

you’re seething. is this some sort of joke? does he mean to insult you? does he find humour in dreams that bring you some semblance of joy?

“i…”

“you have no right to peer into my dreams. that is personal. i don’t give a shit if you’re the king of dreams, you let me have that! let me live my dreams in peace!”

you’re all but yelling into his face, jabbing a finger into his chest. embarrassment is flaring into every atom of your being at the thought of him laughing at you. ridiculing you.

to your surprise, his own eyes burn in anger. “my apologies, but you are not exactly the easiest person to please.”

“to please?”

he groans. quite literally. the sound reverberates around the walls.

“do you have any idea how utterly exhausting it is to get in your mind? to try and win your affection? i have done everything. i have lost my dignity - i even considered asking desire for advice, all for you!” his voice penetrates into every layer of your body.

bashfully, you mutter, “why?”

if he could explode, he might have. you’ve both quietened down, a palpable tension between the two of you. the clock ticking dully is the only sound that fills the room for maybe five minutes.

“i have…i feel for you.”

“what? like pity?”

“no. listen to me. i feel for you. i have feelings for you. every moment i spend in your presence is a test of my restraint. there are no words for the boundless nature of just how deeply i feel for you. i am…i am half agony, half hope. say the word once, and i will leave you in peace. i will not interfere in your affairs, nor your dreams, again. but if there is even a glimmering semblance of affection for me, i beg you. tell me so. i cannot bear it any longer.”

oh.

you’ve never been good with words. it’s not in your nature; you’ve always left the negotiating, the diplomacy, to your sister. you’ve always been the first to act.

so when you grab morpheus’ face with your hands, eyes locked, you can feel in your gut that once again, your instinct hasn’t failed you.

you can practically hear relief filled in the sigh that escapes morpheus’ lips, a wordless plea pooling in his eyes, mouth begging to be savoured with everything you have in you. so tenderly, you press your lips to his.

it’s heaven. months, of pure restraint and long-awaited hope pour into the kiss, settle into your bones, wrap around the two of you. in fact, it’s almost like you both become one, so deeply are you melded together. kissing morpheus is like being filled with every star in the cosmos; like light and dark themselves, simultaneously.

when you finally break apart, you can’t help the smile that spreads on your face, and neither can he.

he looks at you eyes full of wonder, lips lightly swollen from the kiss. you’re wrapped in his arms, and his neck is woven in between your own arms.

“nice way to sneak austen in there, casanova. i thought the lord of dreams would have been original about that stuff.”

he pulls you closer, your head nestling into the crook of his neck. “i might have been very loosely inspired.”

you hum softly. “what a shame. you owe her an apology.”

morpheus shakes his head, and you feel a low chuckle build in his throat.

“in her dreams.”

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Two different 3am stories copy and pasted together to create this, apologies for any mistakes after doing so. I didn't reread before posting. It's been sitting for months now.

Sickie; Taehyung with snz/cough and fever. Green zone means vom, not important to story but its staying. Skip to next green line to avoid.

Caretaker: Jin (a bit of Namjoon)

"Heh'ehhitch!" The sound of Taehyung's sneeze echos throughout the hotel room, followed by a wet sniffle.

Jin bolts up right, startled by the sudden loud sound. "Taehyung-ah you scared me.." He yawns out the words. "That's the fifth sneeze Tae, I think you're coming down with something.."

"I'm sorry Hyung. I think it's something in the air here.. my nose has been bothering me since we landed.." Taehyung goes into the bathroom to blow his nose, loudly filling the wad of toliet paper with mucus.

"Did you take any allergy pills?"

"Jungkookie gave me some this morning.. I guess they..ah..ha..Heh'ehhitch!" Taehyung sneezes into the tissue with a roar. "Heh'ehhitchaaugh...!" Another sneeze follows, followed by a cough, his sneezes starting to leave his throat feeling raw. "Hyung it hurts.." Taehyung whines, returning to his bed. "Do you think Jungkookie is still awake?"

"It's two in the morning Vuu, and he was super jet lagged. I don't think he'd be up and he's a super heavy sleeper." Jin tries to call him anyway when he sees Taehyungs eyes water. "Okay, okay I'll call."

"No its not that.. I just..hehtchii!" Taehyung muffled his sneeze with his arm. "Ah..ahchtich..!"

Is that Taehyung?

Namjoon sends a text to the group chat. His room was right next to theirs and he could tell Taehyung's monstrous sneezes anywhere.

I think I'm allergic to something here.🥺 do you have any allergy pills? Or maybe Hobi-hyung?

Taehyung sends a text back to him, trying to ignore the itch building up in his nose, but to no avail. "Aa..attchetu..! Ugh..." Taehyung pinches the bridge of his nose. "Heh'ehhitchaa..mmm.."

Hoba is asleep, and I don't have any. Sorry Tae. I could see if there's any store open nearby for you.

Namjoon messages back.

No, it's okay.. I'll wait until morning..

"Jaykay didn't answer." Jin informs him with a frown. "Are you sure you want to wait until morning? Me and Joonah can go together."

"Do we at least have something for a headache? I'll be fine if we have tha..tha..." Taehyung stops talking feeling another sneeze coming, but this time it doesn't come leaving him with just the painful pressure."mmm..."

"I think I have something..hold on, I'll look." Jin gets up to check his bag, finding the small travel size packet he was looking for. "Here Tae, hold this while I get you some water.

Taehyung rips the packet open, taking the small tablet out of the package. "H..heh..tchu!" He drops it somewhere on the bed when he covers his nose his cupped hands covering in mucus.

"Taehyung-ah, I said to hold it, not open it..don't worry. I'll find it.." Jin puts the water bottle on the side table, going in the bathroom to get a washcloth, wetting it to wash Taehyung off.

"Euuh.." Taehyung looks at his hands with disgust.

"Let hyung wash you up." Jin dabs near Taehyung's nose, cleaning the yellow-tinged mucus from his face, then wiping off his hands. "There, all done. Now, don't move until I find where you dropped the pill."

Taehyung tries to sit still, but a sneeze snuck up on him without any warning. "Actichivvah...!" Taehyung sneezes on Jin, eyes growing wide. "I'm sorry..I'm sorry!" Taehyung bows in apology.

"Taehyung, I'm not mad. It was an accident. You can't help it if you don't feel well, just try to cover it next time,okay?" Jin says soothingly,holding the round pill in his hand. "Open your mouth."

Taehyung obeys, Jin placing the pill on his tongue, giving him the water to swallow it down, not letting him hold either in case another sneeze came.

"Good, now lay down and get some sleep.. we'll get you feeling better in the morning." Jin pulls the blanket over Taehyung.

"Jinnie-hyung?" Taehyung asks softly, coughing under the blanket.

"What is it Tae?"

"Will you sleep next to me?"

"I'll lay with you for a bit, but then I'm going to my bed okay? It'll be hard for me to sleep with you sneezing and coughing.."

"Then nevermind. It's okay." Taehyung tries to sound indifferent about it, but Jin could hear the disappointment in his voice.

Jin puts in his earbuds to tune out Taehyungs sneezing, turning off the light. "Alright, I'll sleep next to you, but try not to sneeze on me."

Taehyung nods, hugging his pillow to his chest to cover his face as another cough comes. Jin wraps around Taehyung's small frame, hugging him from behind. "Good night, Tae."

Jin woke up feeling uncomfortably warm, trying to push the blanket away, still half asleep. Why is it so hot? Only when his blanket started coughing did he fully wake. "Taehyung-ah you're burning up.."

Taehyung was still asleep,laying on Jin's chest, his leg pinning him to the bed. His cheeks were now flushed red like his nose and a layer of sweat covered his body.

"Oh Tete, I don't think it's just allergies..I think you're sick.." Jin whispers when he sees he's still asleep not daring to wake him. I need to tell the others. We were supposed to meet up in the morning..Jin moves Taehyung's bangs that plastered his face to behind his ear. My poor baby..you're definitely going to break out.. I need to try to get this sweat off you..

Jin gently pushes up Taehyung's shirt to try to get what he could off, using the blanket to dab the sweat off of him, noticing the hives have already started on his lower back. "Aiigo.."

Jin slowly rolls Tae off of him, only getting a small whine as a complaint. "It's okay Vuu I'll be right back.." He gets his phone off the bed and goes in the bathroom, calling Namjoon and putting it on speaker.

"Hyung you're up early. Did you sleep well?" Namjoon responds quickly to the call.

"Joon Tae is sick.. we need to find some medicine. I put you on speaker phone so i can look something up.." Jin gets right to the point when he hears Taehyung sneezing again.

"Heh'ehhitch...ahh.." Taehyung whines, sitting up slowly but falling back down on the pillow when vertigo hits him. . "Hyung...?" He looks around the room for Jin, but the dizziness blurred his vision. "Seok..ah..ah Heh'ehhitch.. Heh'ehhitxch.." Taehyung sneezes into the blanket. It feels like someone's trying to push my eyes out from the inside.. Taehyung whined miserably as he felt the itch switch from his nose to his throat a cough rattling his chest.

"Why do you sound so worried? We can get him some allergy medicine, and he'll be okay." Namjoon replies unaware of the situation.

"No, it's not that. He has a fever now, and it's not clear runny nose snot anymore, it's thick yellow goo, that means he has some sort of infection. He's actually sick." Jin's speaks quickly, looking up the difference on his phone.

"Calm down Hyung. Even if he caught a cold we can get him some proper medicine. Is he still asleep?"

"He was asleep when I left the bed to call.." Jin quickly wets a washcloth and goes back to the main room, dropping it when he sees Taehyung coughing uncontrollably into the blanket, eyes streaming with tears. "Aiigo, Taehyungie don't cry.. Hyung here.." Jin places the phone down on the bed to wrap around Taehyung.

"Oh sh*t.." Namjoon speaks in English. "I'm already out and about right now. I decided to get some fresh air before we got ready to practice on stage.."

"The concert.." Taehyung feels his heart shattering. The reason why they flew there is that they were going a three day concert. I can hardly breathe, how will I be able to sing?

The tears flowed harder, leaving Taehyung gasping for air.

"Namjoon-ah be quiet! Don't talk about it right now." Jin scolds him the usually carefree vocalist glaring at the phone.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so stupid.." Namjoon didn't mean to upset Taehyung. He wanted to tell him he had time to recover, but he didn't want to bring his hopes up."We'll figure this out okay?Seojinnie Hyung keep your distance so you don't get sick too.."

"Namjoon, hang up the phone." Jin speaks in a serious tone when Taehyung quickly pushes him away from him.

I already sneezed on him and had him hold me all night. There's no way he's not going to get sick, too.. Taehyung sobs into the pillow. I don't know if we can do the show with two missing members..

"Vuu, baby come here. You didn't know and I should've been more careful, so it's my fault too. It's okay. No one's upset at you." Jin pulls Taehyung close, but his words weren't getting through to him. "Taehyung, Tae you have to breathe.." He says in a panic when Taehyung starts coughing without any signs of stopping. "Please Tae, it's okay, I'd rather be suffering with you than see you like this, it's breaking my heart.." Jin pries the pillow away from Taehyung's face feeling his chest tighten as he pulls him to his chest, just stroking his hair.

Taehyung takes a few deep breaths to try to slow his breathing, hearing Jin's accelerated heartbeat. "I.i'm s..sorry.. i..I didn't mean to sc..a. ah..etchiuu!" A sneeze stops him mid-sentence, sneezing into his arm. "I..I'm sorry.." Taehyung sniffles.

"Hey Tae?" Jin asks suddenly. "What do you call an apologetic fruit?"

"Huh..?" Taehyung is taken by surprise by the sudden question.

"What do you call an apologetic fruit?" Jin smiles when he sees Taehyung's breath becoming more steady. "

"Oh..I think you told me the answer before..wait.." Taehyung sniffles. "Heh'ehhitch..ahh.. It was sagwa!"

"Well what did zero say to eight?" Jin asks before Taehyung could go back to worrying about the future events.

Taehyung just looks at him with a confused expression, scratching at his belly. His mind was fogging from the fever. "I don't know.."

"Nice belt." Jin laughs at his own joke, getting a small smile out of the young vocalist. Jin continued to tell him jokes until it looked like Taehyung forgot why he was crying, stopping when Taehyung's giggle turns into a cough.

It worked.. but he still isn't looking good... Jin sighs. "Are you feeling a little better?"

"I'm calmer now.. but Hyung.. it hurts.. to breathe.." Taehyung's breath comes out in short gasps, his throat swollen and his nose completely clogged. "What am I gonna do..?"

"I know, Namjoonie will bring you some medicine to help.. We need to worry about getting you better before anything else." Jin goes in the bathroom taking the roll of toliet paper from the roll and bringing it to him. "Here Tete."

Taehyung tries his best to clear his nose, but no matter how much came out, it was like more magically appeared. "Heh'ehhitchii." Another round of sneezes come, his constant rubbing to try to keep it from dripping, irritating it further. "Heh'ehhitch..Heh'ehhitxch!..a..ahh.achtchi...!" Each sneeze was louder than the one before it, jolting his body. "Mmmm..." Taehyung sniffles whining softly, the drainage into his throat causing him to cough. He rubs his hand across his chest to try to ease the pain. Now, not only does my head and throat hurt, but my ribs too..

Namjoon knocks on the door, Jin jumping up to answer, peeking through the peep hole before opening the door for him.

Namjoon enters, spilling the contents of one of his shopping bags onto the desk, finding his new thermometer, using it to scan Taehyung's temperature. "We gotta get it down, it's on the borderline of being a high grade fever.." Namjoon frowns at the orange flashing number.

Jin was already cracking the seal of the cold medicine Namjoon brought. "I'll get him in the bath."

"I don't want to get up..my head feels all floaty.." Taehyung says in a rough whisper. "My voice..."

"Shh..don't talk, you'll make it worse.." Jin hands him the medicine. "Here Vuu, take this for me."

Taehyung swallows the medicine down, reaching for the water to wash it down. "Hyung.."

Taehyung falls forward, Namjoon putting out his arm to catch him. "Woah, Tae. I got ya.."

Taehyung closes his eyes tightly waiting for the dizziness to fade, nausea swirling in the pit of his stomach. "I.." Taehyung tries to convey his needs to Namjoon, but his voice breaks off into a cough. I'm going to be sick.. "Nam.." His stomach sloshed painfully, pushing up his dinner from last night. Taehyung wraps his hand around himself with another bout of coughing, unable to get the words out, letting out a whine in frustration.

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"Sh*t..Seokjin get a waste bin.." Namjoon finally understood what he desperately wanted, quickly jumping onto the bed to anchor him onto the bed as he doubled over the waste bin Jin brought him.

Taehyung gagged on the thick mucus mixed with bile that filled his throat. His body trembled with effort as he heaved everything in his body, burping up mouthfuls of mostly digested pork belly and rice.

"It's okay, it's okay.. I got you.. just let it all out.. You're okay.." Namjoon strokes his hand across Taehyung's back, drawing shapes.

Taehyung didn't feel like he would be okay. His body was being pushed past its limits, even after he had nothing left he couldn't stop the dry heaves.

"Vuu.. Try to take deep breaths for me okay? Deep breaths baby.." Jin strokes his hair and he speaks softly to him. Taehyung tried to be obedient to his eldest hyung, but when he tried to breathe in, it caused him to cough.

"I know it hurts, but please.. keep trying okay Tae?" Namjoon encourages him, gently holding the youngers swollen throat to ease some of the pain.

Taehyung manages to take a few breaths, the gagging dying down, leaning into Namjoon. He tried to speak, but his throat was so raw nothing came but a breathy whisper that just looked like he was mouthing the words.

"Here, wash out your mouth Tae.." Jin gives him a water bottle, holding a small cup. Taehyung takes a mouthful of water, swishing it in his mouth before spitting it out until the cup.

"Is your stomach feeling any better now?" Namjoon asks, rubbing his hand across Taehyung's stomach.

Taehyung nods, then makes makes a gesture for telephone.

"Good idea. You can text instead. "Jin searches for it, finding it on the table. "Here Tae."

Taehyung types in a note app.

I got realy dizzy, and it made me feel sick to my stomacj, I'm okay noq.. I think it's just stress.. I just want to lay down for a bit..

Taehyung's hands shook when he typed, making him hit the wrong keys.

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Namjoon gently moves Taehyung to a laying position, leaving the bed when he hears his phone vibrating in his pocket. "I'm sorry, but I got to take this.." Namjoon frowns looking at his phone.

"It's okay if you need to go. I'll take care of Taehyungie. Thanks for going shopping for me."

Jin whispers as he hears Namjoon talking to one of the directors on the phone.

Namjoon bows apologeticly before nodding, leaving Jin alone with Taehyung again.

"I have to bring down that fever.." Jin evaluates the situation he's in, watching the sleeping figure on the bed.

I could carry him to the bath, but he's so weak right now, I don't even think he could keep his head above the water.

Jin opts to use a wet cloth, gently stripping Taehyung down to his boxers.

"Heh'ehhitch..!" Taehyung sneezes when his shirt brushes against his nose.

"I'm sorry Tae-yah. I didn't mean to wake you, go back to sleep Baby.."

Taehyung curls into a tight ball, shivering from the cold sweat that coated his body. It's cold..

"I know, I know..please just wait a bit and I'll hold you. I just need to try to cool you off a bit. I'll be right back."

Taehyung reaches for Jins hand before he walks away, but underestimates how far he is grabbing at the air. Jin uses the hotel ice bucket to hold water, bringing it to the table to gently wipe off the sweat that covered Tae's body. Taehyung shiveres, trying to push it away.

"Now, now please don't fight me, it's for your own good. Stop it. The faster i can do this the sooner i can give you cuddles." Jin holds his hands still, continuing his sponge bath, making gentle circles, humming softly.

"Heh,'ehhitchew!" Taehyung's sneezes were also starting to lose their power, becoming quieter. That didn't stop them from being messy, though. Jin wipes his face clean again, relieved when he notices the vocalist had fallen asleep again.

Using the opportunity to escape to the best of his ability, he goes to check his arsenal of supplies. Cold Medicine, vitimins, two boxes of tissue, ginseng tea,cough drops, cooling cloths,water bottles, pain killers,a whole bag full of food...

Jin's stomach rumbled at the thought of food, pulling out a pack of instant ramen.

I'll eat while he's asleep.. I need to get him to try to eat when he wakes up..

Jin takes a break from taking care of Taehyung boiling some water. His nose started developing an itch similar to Taehyung's a quiet sneeze escaping him. "Hehtigh.." I sure hope that's the only one..

unicorn bandages - alt. version

this has been sitting in my drafts awhile. someone requested some lucifer hurt/comfort (that i haven't got around to yet) and i wrote this, only to realize this didn't exactly hit the mark when i finished. but i figured it's cute, so i might as well post it

word count: 1145

content + warnings: playful/smartass lucifer, general fluff, minor physical injury, general mentions of embarrassment

you need to learn to be more careful.

that's what you think as you walk the rest of the way home to the house of lamentation, lost in your own thoughts. the gentle searing pain of your skinned knee was enough of a punishment-- did you brain have to keep replaying the memory of you tripping in the middle of town, too? being clumsy and wearing shorts were both incompatible with your plans today, yet here you are, looking foolish and feeling exposed from your mistake.

the blood had long since dried against your skin. you felt sticky and gross, yearning now for a shower and a place to hide from your lingering embarrassment. did anyone from RAD see you eat shit outside that shop. ugh, and they way nobody helped you up, how you awkwardly stumbled to your feet and-- ahhh!! please, no more!!

the familiar creak of the front doors announced your arrival to the house of lamentation. you shuffled inside awkwardly, head hung, staring at your feet to avoid another tumble. even the book you bought on your day out couldn't console you enough to block out the invisible judgement you felt.

"what is that?"

you lifted your head to find lucifer stopped in the archway to the living room, eyes narrowed at you.

"huh?"

"what is that?" he repeated. "what happened to your knee?"

"oh. i, uh, i fell on my way home and scraped my knee. i don't-- i'm fine. it's just a scrape."

you felt the urge to shy away from his stern gaze, to hide your little scrape from his prying eyes and pretend it never happened. he looks at the wound for a few moments longer before meeting your eyes.

"will you sit down on the stairs for a moment, mc?"

"it's not that big of a deal. it just need to be wiped off, nothing special."

"then surely you'd be okay with me cleaning it for you? since it's such a minor injury."

you couldn't think of much else to argue. he gave you that smug half-smirk he saved for minor victories such as this and disappeared from sight. you shuffled to the stairs and sat, slumped in defeat, as he presumably went to fetch some first aid supplies.

the avatar of pride returned as quickly as he left, this time with a small black box in his hands. a small gesture of his hands urged you to stretch the injured leg out to give him better access. gloved hands busied themselves digging through unidentified supplies.

"what happened?" he asks, quietly, as he pulls out what looks like a cotton pad and some sort of cleaning agent.

"i was... i went out to get this book satan recommended. y'know, because he always wants to talk about what he's reading." he nodded and you continued. "so i decided to grab it while i was out. apparently there's a hole in the sidewalk out front, because as i was walking out, my foot got caught and i-- ow!"

your cry of pain was almost indignant as lucifer interrupted your story by cleaning the wound. the sharp sting of something akin to but not quite isopropyl alcohol lit your knee on fire. had the scrape really been that bad?

"the bacteria in the devildom is a bit more aggressive than in the human realm," he explained, softer look on his face than a moment ago. "we wouldn't want our favorite human getting sick from an accident like this, would we?"

as if he was trying to apologize, lucifer brought your knee closer by the back of your leg and gently blew on the wound to alleviate some of the pain of the cleanser currently working its magic. it was nice. for a moment, he was lucifer, big brother, not the avatar of pride he embodied in public. his fingers fiddled with pulling and stretching your skin to ensure each inch was properly wiped clean. there was a certain level of sincerity to his movements that made you smile.

"did you do this a lot when your brothers were growing up?"

"you have no idea."

that makes you laugh. he smiles, just a little, before continuing.

"angels are supposed to be resilient. their skin is thicker than a human being's, so they shouldn't get hurt as easily. and yet training my younger brothers was-- well, it was quite the event."

"i'm gonna guess mammon was the biggest pain?"

"definitely mammon." a fond smile. he wiped a cotton pad across your busted knee before continuing. "every time i saw him, he was always covered in bruises and scrapes. i could never quite get him to admit that he'd got them wandering off in pursuit of his younger brothers."

"that sounds a lot like him."

lucifer picked up a small tin containing the bandages. these must have been picked out by asmodeus-- instead of the usual plain design lucifer always grabbed, these were bright and colorful with unicorn designs. the avatar of pride only offered a small sigh before pulling an adequately sized one out and applying for you. in a few moments, what was a terribly embarrassing memory had been sealed from the world behind two unicorns hopping in unison over a rainbow.

"aren't you going to kiss it better?"

your sarcastic question was followed by your mischievous little smirk. maybe you shouldn't have teased him while he was in such a good mood. his eyes narrowed a bit before, to your surprise, his smirk mirrored your own.

you open your mouth to play off your joke, but lucifer's already lifting your knee to his mouth. your whole body is sliding uncomfortably off the stair step-- karma sure is efficient-- as his lips hover above your knee. lucifer's lips brush the top of your bandage. he makes an obnoxious kissing sound to honor your request before unceremoniously dropping your leg, leaving you sprawled in an odd position on the steps.

"i was kidding," you whine.

"my apologies. i just wanted to make sure you healed correctly."

"yeah, yeah, whatever you say."

the avatar of pride is quick to repack the first aid kit and rise to his feet. you reach out for his hand to help you up. in a bout of playfulness, he instead high fives your open palm, small smirk dripping with sarcasm. of course you had to catch him in a good mood. you sigh dramatically. this time, his offer to help you stand was genuine. a quick tug of your hand and lucifer had quickly pulled your fragile human body off the steps.

"careful, mc. wouldn't want you to fall again."

"i think you'd enjoy it, actually. sadist."

"... you're probably right."

"huh?!"

your cry is indignant as he begins to exit. you chase after him without hesitation. that smirk on his face meant he was joking, right?