Bts sickfics, hurt & comfort

Sunshine (Hobi)

A softer one for you guys! enjoyy <3

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Hobi's POV.

He woke up with the sunrise, frowning as a little bit of light escaped through the curtains and reached his tired eyes. His alarm wouldn't go off for at least another hour. Hobi stretched and turned around to look at Jimin, sleeping sideways in the big bed with his right arm hanging from it. The dancer suppressed a giggled as he watched his roommate's weird sleeping position. His blankets had been completely kicked off the bed and Hobi shivered at the thought of sleeping without being under the covers. He wrapped himself tightly in a burrito until only the top part of his face was left visible. Satisfied with his new position, he enjoyed the warmth it provided him and let slumber claim him once more.

When Jimin's alarm woke him up, he scrunched his whole face and groaned in annoyance. I was so comfortable. So he stayed in bed for a little while longer, debating on whether or not he really needed his usual morning shower. They had a dance practice today, which meant he was going to be drenched in sweat within the next few hours. He managed to convince himself that he could sleep for another 15 minutes and closed his eyes back with a smile, content with the conclusion. Then he heard a ruffle of clothes and someone approaching him.

"Hyung? I'm done! Aren't you going to shower too?"

"Mfmm..."

"You're so sleepy today! Come on, get up before I tickle you!"

"...you wouldn't dare." he replied, careful. "JIMIN-AH-"

"There you go!" sing-sang Jimin before leaving the room.

Hobi was left sitting in his bed, hair a mess and face all swollen from sleep. He was cold now that Jimin had forced him to get up, and he didn't want to head to the kitchen with the others. No choice. He got up to get dressed but promptly sat back down as stars danced in front of his eyes. It had been a while since it'd happened to him and he frowned at the weird sensation, shaking his head. When Hobi got up for the second time, he stood still for a second to make sure that he wouldn't get dizzy. There we go. The dancer could feel the ghost of a headache forming behind his eyes, but it wasn't anything that couldn't be cured with a glass of water and ibuprofen. It's not like he was getting sick or anything. He didn't even remember the last time he had gotten sick, to be perfectly honest. But yeah, no use thinking about that. I'm not sick.

"Hobi-hyung?" Taehyung's voice brought him back to reality with a jump.

"Yeah?"

"Everything alright? You were kinda just standing there with half a shirt on-"

"Oh-ohhh...I had an idea for a song." he lied, laughing awkwardly. "Sorry I'll be there in a sec."

He waited until his dongsaeng had completely left the room to finish getting changed and stopped to look at his face in the mirror before heading out the room. He didn't look too good. He only made it to the doorway before feeling dizzy again. Hoseok paused and grabbed the doorknob for balance. He couldn't be getting sick now, not so close to the comeback and the start of rehearsals. No way. After what felt like an eternity, he was confident that he could walk in a straight line and let go of the door. His head was now definitely hurting and he regretted not checking his bag for medication first. There was no way he could make it to their first aid cabinet without anyone noticing.

"Jayyykayyy" he greeted the maknae in the corridor.

"Your voice sounds all funny!" chuckled the youngest. "No, but really, it's all rough and stuffy, are you ok?" he added, concern evident in his features.