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Yoongi has the sniffles

Title: Yoongi has the sniffles

Word Count: 1,381

Summary: Yoongi definitely isn’t coming down with a cold, but if he was, he’s got a lot of people to take care of him. OT7 platonic or poly, depending on how you read, and I decided to use some details from a lakehouse au I’m working on for AO3 :) Written for the prompt below!

Prompt: yoongi denying having a cold but the other members taking care of him and him just accepting it because he secretly likes it

A/N: thank you @bts-snz for your prompt and your kind words <3 

ps. I tried to think of a title for way too long before I finally gave up 😂

It’s a chilly, peaceful morning on the lake, everything quiet and still except for a couple of ducks swimming near the shore. The weather is changing, leaves on the trees just beginning to change colors. Yoongi shuffles out onto the wraparound porch and takes his usual spot facing east. He cradles his mug of coffee close to his chest. It’s cold outside, colder than he prepared for, so he’s just in a t-shirt and sweatpants, and he shivers a little, sniffling and tucking his feet underneath him to keep his feet warm. 

This part of his day is always his favorite. He loves to be awake before everyone else, loves how quiet the world can be when everyone else is asleep. He sits out on the porch looking out over the lake for a good hour most mornings, sometimes reading but sometimes just taking in the serenity of it all.

About thirty minutes later, the front door opens, and Yoongi hears footsteps approaching. He doesn’t have to look to know it’s Jimin, who’s probably just-awake and nursing his own cup of coffee. Sure enough, Jimin rounds the corner a second later, wrapped up in a thick blanket, hair sticking up in all directions. 

“Morning, hyung,” he says, yawning. “It’s cold out today.”

“Mmm.” 

Jimin settles next to him, eyeing his short sleeves. Yoongi sniffles– he can’t stop sniffling. The cold air is making his nose run and it’s numbing his ears and his nose and his cheeks.  

“HSHCH-eh!” 

Yoongi sniffs hard, and he and Jimin blink at each other, both surprised by the sudden sneeze.

“Are you coming down with a cold or something?” Jimin tilts his head to one side, worried. He stands, taking the blanket off and wrapping it around Yoongi’s shoulders instead. “I have some vitamin C tablets you can take.”

“No, I’m fine,” Yoongi quickly denies, but Jimin is already hurrying inside.  

He reappears only a few minutes later with Yoongi’s water bottle, a vitamin C tablet, and a couple of throat lozenges. He sets them wordlessly on the small table to Yoongi’s left, and then gives him a quick kiss to the top of his head before heading back inside. 

When Yoongi goes back into the house ten minutes later, he’s surprised to see that Namjoon isn’t reading at the kitchen table like he usually is. Instead, he’s walking through the living room with three boxes of tissues in his arms, depositing them around like they regularly keep three boxes of tissues in the living room alone, and when he realizes someone is watching him he freezes, eyes wide. 

“Good morning, hyung,” he eventually says with a sheepish smile.

He carries the last tissue box into the kitchen and places it on the kitchen table, blushing a little, and Yoongi wants to tease him, wants to make him explain why he’s putting tissues in the kitchen, except he could really use a tissue right about now.

So, after Namjoon settles back at the table with his coffee and his book, Yoongi plucks a tissue from the box and sniffles into it. Namjoon doesn’t look up from his book, but the corners of his mouth turn up just slightly, his dimples appearing.

Yoongi can tell that Jimin has already spread rumors about the cold that he’s definitely not coming down with to everyone else, because when Seokjin shuffles into the kitchen to make breakfast, he first makes a cup of tea. He places the cup in front of Yoongi, even though he already has his coffee, and then picks up Yoongi’s water bottle to refill it even though it’s still more than half full. 

“Thanks,” Yoongi says with a sigh, rolling his eyes, but when he sips the tea it feels good on his throat– he must have been thirstier than he realized. 

As everyone trickles into the kitchen for breakfast, which Seokjin is making on the stove, Yoongi still feels cold. He hasn’t quite warmed up all the way yet, and he realizes he’s shivering a little even after drinking all of the hot tea. When Jungkook makes a beeline for him and gives him a back hug, Yoongi knows exactly what he’s doing, but he’s not going to say anything because the warmth from Jungkook’s hug feels heavenly. 

“Morning, hyung,” Jungkook says, hooking his chin over Yoongi’s shoulder. He nuzzles into the side of Yoongi’s neck and his face feels nice and warm.

“Morning, Kook,” Yoongi replies as he tries to suppress another shiver. 

Breakfast is ready shortly after. Jungkook groans about having to let go of Yoongi and sit properly at the table, but he does, scooting his chair close so he can press himself right up against Yoongi’s side. Yoongi is touched, if a little suspicious, by the extra affection. Jungkook is always very tactile, but usually when it’s meal time, he focuses on food and food alone.

Taehyung comes and drops himself into Jungkook’s lap after breakfast.

“Hyung,” he says, leaning over so he can rest his head on Yoongi’s shoulder. “Will you come watch a movie with me?” 

“I have work to do,” Yoongi says automatically– he has no idea if he actually has work to do or not. Taehyung gives him his best pout, and over his shoulder, Jungkook gives him a little pout too.

“But it’s Saturday,” Taehyung protests. “Let’s be lazy!”

Yoongi doesn’t really have it in him to fight it. He follows Taehyung to the living room and finds Hoseok already on the couch in a nest of blankets, smiling in their direction with such cheeriness that Yoongi can’t help but smile back. Hoseok pats the couch next to him, and he sits down, sinking into the comfortable cushion with a sigh. Taehyung sits on his other side, and the two of them lean into him, cuddly and warm.

They start the movie, and Jungkook comes into the living room a few minutes later, sitting at Yoongi’s feet so he can lean back against his legs– he always claims he likes to sit on the floor to watch movies, something Yoongi and his back do not agree with. 

The longer Yoongi just sits there, the more exhausted he feels. His body is heavy, and a little achy, and he still hasn’t really warmed up, not even with Hoseok’s and Taehyung’s body heat on either side of him. His nose also hasn’t stopped running, and it’s starting to become a problem. He can only sniffle so much, and he’s already holding back on that because he doesn’t want to draw attention to himself. But eventually, it gets to be too much, and the next time he sniffles, two things happen: First, his drippy nose just keeps on dripping instead of stopping, and second, the sharp intake of air makes his nose tickle, so suddenly and so intensely that he knows he’s going to sneeze and he’s not going to be able to stop it. 

He can’t help the involuntary whimper that he makes at how rapidly the sneeze builds, or the way his breath hitches wildly against his control. He’s embarrassed that both sounds catch everyone’s attention, but it’s enough for Jungkook to grab a tissue from the conveniently placed tissue box from the coffee table and twist around to offer it to him, and just in time.

“HSHCH’iew! Huhh…hrRSHSH-eh!”

“Ah! Buh-less you,” Hoseok says, a little startled even with the slight warning. 

Jungkook places the entire box of tissues into Taehyung’s lap so they’re within Yoongi’s reach. Jungkook, Taehyung and Hoseok are all sharing looks with each other, but Yoongi is suddenly too tired to care. He grabs another tissue from the box and holds it to his nose, sniffling.  

Between Jungkook’s warm back against his legs, Taehyung curled up on his left side, and Hoseok petting his hair back in soft, soothing motions, he doesn’t stand a chance to make it to the end of the movie; he starts to fall asleep sitting almost completely upright, and he’s only vaguely aware of someone pulling his hand away from his nose and easing the used tissue out of his fingers, and then someone dabbing at his runny nostrils with a fresh tissue, and then he surrenders to the pull of sleep feeling very loved and cared for.

Call Me What I Am

In which Jimin has to take an immediate leave from work.

Whump-centric featuring an injured Jimin and a stubborn Yoongi. (plus a little allergic!Yoongi as a treat)

Word count: 3032

FlowerShop!AU Part 5

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

a/n: Hi, all! I’m so excited but so incredibly nervous to be back with my first full-length fic in awhile. I feel so unbelievably rusty, and I’m really hoping that doesn’t reflect too much in my writing. I’m so beyond appreciate of those of you that have been so kind to me while I took a much longer than anticipated hiatus. But I’m happy to be back! The featured flower for this installment is a black dahlia. Points if you know what types of emotions they represent! This is my first ever fic on this blog that doesn’t involve illness, and is my first injury fic period. It required me to do a bit of research, so I hope I did the story justice! Please let me know if you guys end up liking this one xx thanks for reading!

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It had only taken Jimin a few months to realize that there truly was no-one out there quite like Min Yoongi.

Granted, he had expected so from the very beginning. There was just something about the tattoo artist that continued to draw Jimin in the more they spent their time together. Each date would seem better than the last, and Jimin found himself more times than not planning out what the two could do on their next outing before the current one had even finished. But despite the unbridled amounts of joy they would experience together, there was something about Yoongi that had been on Jimin’s mind for quite some time now.

For one reason or another, the tattooer did not want to call him his ‘boyfriend’.

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as someone who enjoys reading emeto and snz, could u write a fic with both? maybe for yoongi? i dont know what scenario, sorry.

Just a cold? (Sick YG)

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Sick: Yoongi

Caretaker: Jimin, Seokjin, Hoseok

Tw: emeto, vom**, mentions of nausea, stomach pain, fevers, snz

Word count: 1227

Thank you for requesting!!! Sorry it took longer than I expected!! (I'm still working on other requests, too, so anons, if you see this, your fics are coming!)

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Yoongi has never been this congested in his life. Blowing his nose has stopped working and he sneezed too many times during a meeting that all the members were sent home. The rapper was grateful for the break but he had songs to produce, not that a single thought could get past his head with how stuffy he feels.

"H-h-hESH'ew.." Hoseok looks at Yoongi sympathetically. Yoongi kicked everyone else out of his room but Hoseok somehow made his way in. He's holding a tray with some soup (made by Jin), tea, more tissues and medicine of course. "Hey, hyung. Jin-hyung says you gotta eat all of the soup or he's gonna take away your laptop." Hoseok explains, handing Yoongi the bowl of home made soup.

Yoongi can't even breathe through his nose and mumbles a groggy, "t'anks Hoba.." he eats the soup slowly, and Hoseok peers over at him lovingly. "Does it taste bad or something? What's with that frowny face?" Hoseok teases, delicately running fingers through Yoongi's hair in a soothing manner. "Head hurts." Yoongi replies, continuing to sip soup off his spoon.

Hoseok tuts, grabbing medicine off the tray. "Take two of these, since you've eaten something. They should work within about 30 minutes." Hoseok hands Yoongi some water. He pops the pills and blows his nose again, chucking it into the half full bin next to his bed. "Keep eating, hyung but I'm gonna let you be. Jungkookie wants me to work out with him." Hoseok smiles, recalling Jungkook's begging to get him to come to the company gym.

Yoongi's mouth curls upwards, "thanks Hoba, enjoy." Yoongi says, now almost three quarters finished the soup. Hoseok pats Yoongi's foot through the blanket and leaves the room, switching the light off to the elder's pleasure.

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With the soup finished and after blowing his nose at least 4 more times, the ache in Yoongi's head is still persisting and his stomach is starting to feel uneasy, and not because of the soup. The rapper has been trying to fall asleep, in the darkness of his room it shouldn't be that hard, yet there he is. Wrapped up in blankets and hugging his stomach.

It had been around an hour and a half since Hoseok left and now Jimin comes trailing into Yoongi's bedroom. Jimin is about to retreat because he thinks Yoongi is fast asleep, that is until he hears a horrible sneeze and moan come from the lump in bed. Jimin stands frozen as Yoongi blows his nose and picks up the bin half full with tissues to—gag into it..?

"Are you okay, Yoongi-hyung??" Jimin says, beginning to stroke up and down Yoongi's back. He hugs the bin, gagging again and spitting out excess saliva. Jimin flicks the bedside lamp on and Yoongi's paler than normal features are highlighted along with his pink Rudolf-looking nose.

"My stomach doesn't feel good, Jimin-ah.." Yoongi says, throat clenching around a heave. Jimin rakes Yoongi's long hair out the way just in time for him to bring up a wave of Seokjin's soup. It looks too much like it did when Yoongi first consumed it and it makes him feel sicker. "Oh, hyungie.. you'll feel better once you're empty." Jimin coos, praying that someone else comes and finds them because at this rate, Jimin is horriblely worried. Yoongi just has a cold, right? Why is he throwing up?

Jimin shoots Seokjin a quick text, 'can you please help? Yoongi-hyung is throwing up :(((' he pockets his phone just as Yoongi pukes again. Jimin pats the elder's back, trying to block out the distinct smell of puke but alternatively can't imagine leaving his hyung alone like this.

The patter of Seokjin's feet quick on their hardwood floors is music to Jimin's ears. "Oh, Yoongi-ah... you poor thing." Seokjin croons, walking over and beginning to massage Yoongi's nape. The rapper is thankful and fast to lean into the oldest' touch. A wave of calm washes over Jimin, but he tenses slightly when Yoongi reels forward with a productive heave.

Seokjin eyes the bowl on Yoongi's bedside table and hums approvingly when he finds it empty of his delicious soup. At least he knows that's not the reason Yoongi's sick. "He'll be okay, Jiminie." Seokjin eases the dancer just a little, continuing to rub Yoongi's back and hold his hair.

Yoongi spits and Jimin hands him some water. "Small sips, Yoon." Seokjin comments and Yoongi complies, water soothing his throat and diluting the taste in his mouth. Yoongi palms his stomach with a grimace, "think 'm done." The rapper says, sniffling. Jimin offers a tissue to which Yoongi blows his nose and adds it to the bin.

"Stomach hurting, Yoongi-hyung?" Jimin ponders, while Seokjin whisks away to clean the bin. Yoongi lays back down in bed, nodding weakly. "I'll go get you a heat back, hyung–" Jimin turns to leave but a cool hand grips his wrist.

"Jimin.. can you stay?" Yoongi mumbles, if he didn't say it then it might’ve never came out. "Oh, of course, hyung!" Jimin grins, taking advantage of Yoongi's request for affection and joining Yoongi in his bed. "Get some rest, Yoongi-hyung." Jimin whispers, flicking the lamp off.

Jimin shuffles closer to Yoongi, their bodies pressed together under the covers. Yoongi felt calmness wash over him just at the comforting presence of Jimin, something unique to the dancer. The pain and discomfort in his stomach was still there, and his nose is congested, but tiredness weighs over his whole body.

Jimin could feel the warmth coming off of Yoongi, no doubt a fever. Seokjin comes back in quietly to return the now clean bin, "sleep well, you two." The eldest smiles, exiting the bedroom. Yoongi can hear whispers of conversation and laughter from their living room, probably Jungkook and Hoseok returning from the gym. Yoongi's stomach gurgles, reminding him of his motive to fall asleep.

Jimin's small hand moves from Yoongi's waist to his stomach, starting some light circles. For the first 20 minutes, it's comforting for the older, however the gurgling and relentless nausea isn't letting up. Yoongi gives in to a few deep breaths, trying to see if he can cope. He rolls onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. Jimin is watching him like a hawk, lips downturned in worry. "You okay, hyung?"

Yoongi starts to sit up when mucus runs down his throat, prompting a closed mouth gag. Before he can make a mess, Jimin swipes the bin up, sticking it under Yoongi's mouth. He starts to empty what's left in his stomach, mostly bile and water. He coughs and Jimin has to pass another tissue so Yoongi can blow his nose again. He continues rubbing Yoongi's back just like Seokjin did and murmurs words of comfort.

"Sorry, you'll have to clean it again.." Yoongi sighs, voice hoarse from the ordeal. "Don't worry about it, hyung. I can leave this in the bathroom and get you something else, are you still feeling sick?" Jimin asks, concern clear in his voice. Yoongi shakes his head weakly, "I'm okay. Just sore, thank you Jiminie." Jimin takes the bin and eases the rapper to lay down again. Jimin leaves the bin in the bathroom to deal with later and returns quickly.

"Night, Yoongi-hyung." Jimin snuggles up to the elder. "I'll always look after you."

Snow (Drabble)

Title: Snow

Word Count: 803

Summary: Written for one of my @btshurtcomfortprompts prompts- Yoongi sneezes when he gets cold.

“I swear to god, Seokjin–” 

“Yah! That’s Seokjin-hyung to you.” 

Namjoon practically growls and steps to the side, but Seokjin is fast and steps in the same direction, effectively trapping Namjoon up against a tree. Lightning fast, he dumps the handful of snow he’s holding down the back of Namjoon’s neck and then spins around and sprints away, leaving Namjoon yelping behind him.

“I would kill him,” Yoongi murmurs from his spot on the back steps. He pulls his hat down lower over his ears and tucks his mittened-hands underneath his armpits. He’s freezing and just the thought of Seokjin putting snow on the back of his neck has him shivering violently. 

Taehyung giggles next to him and wraps an arm around his shoulder, rubbing up and down in an attempt to transfer a little warmth. “Yeah, you would.”

Yoongi sniffles and leans into Taehyung’s side. He turns his head, looking at the younger man’s face with a small frown. “You really shouldn’t be out here, Tae. You’re just getting over your cold.” 

“I’m fine! Also, I promised Jungkook I would throw a snowball at Jimin for him and I couldn’t break my promise.” 

Taehyung dismisses him with a wave of his hand, glancing back at the window where Jungkook’s frame is pressed up against the glass. Yoongi looks back too; Jungkook had fallen asleep watching them from inside, deep in the throes of the head cold he caught from Taehyung. He had pouted and pouted at not being let outside to play outside in the snow with the rest of them until Hoseok had wrapped him up in blankets and guided him to the window seat with a cup of hot cocoa and a promise to cuddle when they all got back inside, and that, along with Taehyung’s promise to get revenge on Jimin for eating the last cookie via snowball attack was what finally made Jungkook relent. He was miserable and sleepy as they shuffled out into the snow and by the time the first snowball was thrown, he was already sound asleep.

Yoongi smiles fondly at the way Jungkook’s cheek is pressed up against the window, his nose bright red and his mouth open with what are surely very loud snores. Their poor maknae has really been suffering from the illness, his sensitive nose especially, and Yoongi thinks he can kind of understand Jungkook’s misery as his own nose tingles and runs due to the frigid air.  

“Hh-HSHCH’ihh! Hihh–! Hhhh’CHIEW!” 

Taehyung startles slightly at Yoongi’s sneezes, and then twists sideways to face him more directly, eyebrows furrowing with concern.

“And what about you, hyung? You’ve been sneezing ever since you got out here.” 

“It’s just cold out here,” Yoongi murmurs, swiping his mitten under his nose before sniffling wetly. 

“What if you caught our cold?” 

“Mm, it’s your cold. Don’t drag Jungkookie into this.” 

Taehyung bites his lip, eyes narrowed as he studies Yoongi intently for a few moments longer. Eventually, he shrugs and turns back to watch the others. “I didn’t mean to give Kookie my cold,” he mumbles, voice so quiet Yoongi barely catches it.

“I know, Tae,” Yoongi reassures, and now it’s him wrapping his arm around Taehyung’s shoulder. “I was just teasing.” 

“If you get too cold, we should really go inside,” Taehyung responds softly. He’s still biting his lip and across the meadow, Jimin has stopped chasing after Seokjin, gaze locked on Taehyung like he can sense something is wrong with his soulmate. 

A minute later, Jimin is striding over. His cheeks are bright pink and he stops in front of Taehyung, glancing at Yoongi before squatting down.

“You okay, TaeTae? You should get back inside before you get sick again. You just got over your cold.” Jimin looks over at Yoongi again. “You too, hyung. Your nose and ears are all red.”    

Yoongi grunts, but the warmth inside sounds incredibly appealing right about now. It’s snowing again, tiny snowflakes falling around them, and one lands directly on the tip of Yoongi’s nose. He sniffles, wiggling his nose back and forth, and then his nostrils flare wide. “hrRSHSH-eh!”

“Okay, hyung,” Taehyung chuckles, tugging Yoongi up. “Let’s go inside. Hobi-hyung promised Jungkookie cuddles and I bet we can get in on the action too.” 

“Go get inside and get warm,” Jimin urges. “I’ll get the others.”

By the time the rest of them make it inside, they find Taehyung, Jungkook and Yoongi nestled in a pile of blankets, patiently waiting for their cuddles with Hoseok. Jungkook is already back asleep, snoring softly where he’s tucked against Yoongi’s side. Taehyung pulls Jimin, Seokjin and Namjoon into the bed too, and they wrap themselves around each other, laughing when Jungkook wakes up long enough to grab Hoseok’s arm and tug him closer before drifting off to sleep again.