Bakers Story.

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Sunshine went into the curtains, shining onto the young brown haired males face as he groaned softly opening his eyes to wake up. He did not want to wake up, he wanted to stay in bed. So that’s what he did, staying in bed and sleeping then doing work in his bed laying down. He got knocks on the door from time to time from Namjoon, wanting him to come out.

“Hyung! You can’t stay in there forever, come on out!”

Hearing this from the door, Yoongi groaned again and sat up, rubbing his eyes before getting up and walking out to the door with his blanket still on him, opening the door to see Namjoon and Jimin standing there with expressions of worry spread across their faces.

He got confused at their expressions then looked back into the mirror, seeing his messy hair. He fixed it quickly then looked back at the two males, blinking a little. “Yes?”

Jimin spoke up, “Where have you been? People are asking, ‘where’s the brown hair boy?’ and ‘where’s the piano boy?’. You make peoples day, Yoongi. Where were you?”

“I-In my bed? Doing work?” Yoongi said, still not believing what he was hearing. Never in his whole life has he heard that he makes someones day, not ever in his 23 years. Guess it was his first time, since he was surprised with what the older said. “Uh..sorry? I’ll..get back to it tomorrow, what time is it?”

“5pm Hyung. You’ve spent all day in bed, doing work. We were worried that you got sick or something. Do you feel sick?”

“N-No-”

Namjoon and Jimin pushed Yoongi in, to the couch as they sat him down. Yoongi furrowed his brows as he tried to figure out what was going on until he felt a hand on his head. “Oh- he’s burning up, Jimin.”

He felt another hand on his head and pouted softly before he sneezed, feeling the tension shift from small to tense. He looked up at the two in front of him before smiling slightly so they don’t worry about him. But Jimin started freaking out and ran straight to the kitchen to make soup for the younger. Yoongi looked up at Namjoon, “You didn’t call Jimin Hyung..are you the same age? Or are you younger than me..?”

“I’m 24 Hyung. Oh- I can’t call you Hyung anymore?”

“O-Oh- all this time I thought you were younger- usually taller is younger, uh..y-you can still call me Hyung if you want, I don’t mind..Jungkook calls me Hyung, Hoseok calls me Hyung.. Taehyung doesn’t but whatever.”

He sneezed again and covered his nose with his sleeve, sniffling. “Must be allergies.” he chuckled, running his hand through his hair. “Oh no young man, you need to lay down and rest- you’re sick! I’m making some soup for you and I’ll take care of you.” Jimin yelled from the kitchen, taking out a bowl and putting some soup in it.

Namjoon sat down next to the smaller and smiled as he pat his shoulder, “You’ll be okay. He’ll take care of you Hyung. I hope you feel better best friend.”

“Thank you Namjoon..I-I hope you have a good day.” Yoongi softly said, hugging Namjoon before letting go a few minutes later when he heard footsteps walk over to them both. The other got up and bowed to them both before walking out to give them space.

Jimin smiled and sat next to Yoongi, putting the soup on a coaster on the coffee table in front of him. “I made some soup and it’ll be good for you.”

“Hyung I’m not sick-" He sneezed again. He started coughing and groaned, sitting back in his seat on the couch. “Maybe a tiny bit but I’m not—” feeling soup in his mouth, he swallowed it and smiled softly as he felt warm and fuzzy inside. He looked at Jimin and smiled more, scooting closer to him to open his mouth for more soup. The other chuckled and continued to feed him the soup until it was all gone.