• REQUEST: Can I ask for a fluff scenario with yoongi being sick and in need of lots of cuddles and kisses ?
PAIRING: min yoongi x reader
GENRE: flufffff, sick yoongi au
WORD COUNT: 1.7k
A/N: this iS TOO CUTE FOR ME TO HANDLE
SUMMARY: “If you weren’t so stubborn you wouldn’t be sick in the first place!”
MASTERLIST || BE ACTIVE!
The sudden, shaky voice that called you belonged to no one other than your beloved boyfriend. You lazily sat up in the bed you shared, noticing his absence while reaching for your glasses that somehow fell onto the floor. Stretching as you stood up, your vision cleared quickly and your gaze focused on Yoongi who found himself hunched over the toilet, his white shirt drenched in sweat. It took a few moments for your brain to register what was occurring, but once it did you quickly rushed over searching for a hand towel. You groaned out of frustration when you failed to find one, Yoongi’s vomiting coming to a halt. You pushed the hair that had fallen from your bun out of your face, leaning against the sink while wondering what you could possibly do. You had never helped someone who was ill, and the thought honestly terrified you.
“Take off your shirt; it is covered in sweat,” you instructed quietly while you stood on your toes to reach the hand towels that rested on the top shelf in the cabinet above the toilet. Yoongi shakily took his shirt off and tossed it to the corner of the bathroom, allowing an exhausted sigh to escape his lips. Once you barely grabbed ahold of the hand towel, you turned towards the sink and drenched it in cold water. Yoongi didn’t speak another word as you rang it out then sat by his side, placing the cold cloth on the back of his neck to lower his temperature. You felt your heart aching at the sight, not really knowing what else to do being that you were the one primarily getting sick. Yoongi faced you with tired eyes, breathing heavily as he almost appeared dumbfounded. That was when you realized what you should have been doing.
You stood up speedily and once again reached up into the cabinet above the toilet; this time the medicine was closer in reach. You bit your lip while not knowing what any of them were, recalling that Yoongi simply brought you a pill or two and not the box or container itself. You felt yourself sweating, and you wondered if everything was just a dream. Yoongi did not get sick often, and the last time he was Jin took care of him while you simply stayed by his side for company. This was different, and you understood that Jin would only help if you called him. Your gut told you to be independent, so you did not hesitate to grab the first bottle in sight.
“Yoongi? Are you experiencing back pain, sweaty palms, aching of mus—“
“That medicine is for tension, Y/N. There’s another one—“
“Ah! What about nausea, vomiting, and aching of muscles?” You asked, watching as Yoongi nodded as if he had been defeated. You sat the box beside your boyfriend before locating a glass in the kitchen, pouring water into it and carefully walking back into the bathroom, trying your hardest to not accidentally spill the water. You sat down beside Yoongi, whose expression revealed that he was truly not feeling well, and you instantly looked away once you saw him gagging before throwing up once more. You adjusted the hand towel on his neck that had fallen, rubbing the cold cloth over his upper back and neck to hopefully aid in his health. You desperately wanted to cuddle his illness away, but you understood that he would begin to feel better with medicine and not your love. You read the back of the medicine before pouring two pills into your hand. “Yoongi~?”
He slowly took the two tablets from your small hand, placing them in his mouth before taking a drink of the water you had provided. Yoongi then rested his head on the palm of his hand, sweat drenching the hair that cascaded across his forehead. You moved his hair off of his forehead, his eyes squinting open to see you. Yoongi gulped as you reached for his dirty shirt, finding a dry spot and wiping his forehead as he relaxed to your touch. You smiled faintly while feeling oddly accomplished, understanding that the next step is to help Yoongi get back to bed. You flushed the toilet before taking the towel and drenching it in more cold water before ringing it out once more. Yoongi’s hand clutched onto your leg as you did so, almost begging for you to help which was a rarity in itself.
You helped Yoongi to his feet, his arm wrapping around your shoulders for stability. You placed the hand towel on his forehead this time, and he did not hesitate to hold it up himself so you did not have to. You allowed Yoongi to apply his weight on you, begging that you could use the smallest bit of strength you possessed to help him return to bed. Yoongi sat down on the bed once you were both close enough, almost collapsing then into a deep slumber. You helped by lifting his legs onto the bed and covering his body up with the thin sheet so he would not be cold or too hot. Yoongi reached for your arm as you adjusted the hand towel on his forehead to ensure that it wouldn’t slip off, his eyes asking for you to join him despite being sick. You bit your tongue before crawling into bed beside him, knowing that the consequences would surely creep up.
“Right here,” you peeked your head into your bedroom to see a sleepy Yoongi who clearly slept better than you. You had spent the majority of your night paranoid, scared that Yoongi would wake up and begin throwing up in places that would be difficult to clean. When you woke up a few hours ago, you decided to contact Jin and ask for his advice on how to help a sick Yoongi, which only resulted in the older boy to bring you his specialty illness soup, multiple servings for both you and Yoongi. Yoongi smiled as he yawned, watching closely as you located the medicine he took last night and refilled his glass of water. The medicine appeared to be helping, but things could change in a blink of the eye, and you weren’t taking any chances.
“Jin brought you soup,” you stated as you took a seat beside your boyfriend. Yoongi nodded while taking his medicine without any problems, laying his head on your shoulder which you knew was his way of expressing his gratitude. Yoongi sighed as he closed his eyes again, clearly still being tired and willing to go back to bed despite the time being early afternoon. “Eat first before you go back to sleep. That’s what Jin told me to tell you.”
“Jin can s—“
“You need to eat,” You interrupted before he was given the chance to complete his statement. Yoongi chuckled lightly as he weakly followed you into the kitchen where the soup was located, taking a seat on one of the barstools across from you. Yoongi sighed lightly at the sight, clearly appreciating Jin’s gesture more than he could put to words. “Once you eat you can go back to bed.”
“Will you join me?” Yoongi asked, glancing up to meet your eyes. You bit your tongue, knowing that you had to study for an upcoming exam, but his offer seemed so tempting. You were exhausted, and the idea of cuddling up to Yoongi and forgetting about all of your problems seemed like the most fun thing in the world. Yoongi began pouting, knowing that you were trying to come up with a decision to his offer. You felt your cheeks reddening at his cute behavior, covering up your face with one of your hands as he tilted his head to the side, anticipating what you had to say. “I won’t get you sick, baby. We can sleep and completely forget that I put you through so much trouble. We don’t have to worry about what we have to do and we can just sleep wrapped in one another’s arms. Doesn’t that sound good?”
“I have an exam in two weeks,” you explained and Yoongi shrugged, acting as if it did not matter. Which it really didn’t being that you had two more weeks to prepare and that he would help you whenever he was given the chance, but still you felt as if wasting the day was not an option being that you are never given the opportunity to do the little chores around the apartment. Yoongi frowned and returned to eating his soup, acting like a disappointed child who was denied a trip to the local amusement park. He pouted while chewing his food, attempting to change your mind with a simple expression. He just so happened to be, and know, your weakness.
“Fine, but you have to help me once we wake up~!” You laughed as Yoongi began cheering gleefully, clearly ecstatic about the situation.
Yoongi was not actually feeling all that tired, he just wanted to ensure that you slept well being that he understood you most likely didn’t the night prior. Yoongi ran his fingers through your hair as you breathed steadily, his eyes locked on you despite feeling slightly exhausted just from laying in bed. Yoongi sighed softly as he watched you closely, taking in the little details about you that he could not help but adore. Yoongi’s mind wandered with thoughts that had no significant value; what were you dreaming about? who were you dreaming about? Various thoughts entered and exited Yoongi’s chaotic mind, and soon he was feeling his eyes grow more and more heavy with every blink they made. Yoongi allowed a yawn to escape his lips as his eyelids drooped down for a few seconds only to be suddenly wide awake.
“Yoongi~! If you weren’t so stubborn you wouldn’t be sick in the first place, and now we’re both sick!”
MASTERLIST || BE ACTIVE!