Spectrum of Colors

Chapter 9: Sick day and nightmares.

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Yoongi woke up the next day, the first thing he noticed was his head hurt slightly, he felt a little feverish, he was cold, and his stomach was sore.

The second thing he noticed was that someone had been spooning him. He knew the term, although he had never slept with anyone. This was the first time he had woken up to someone hugging him and snuggling in his back.

He knew it was Hoseok, he could smell him. He felt so good, he had never felt better even being so sick. He didn't want to wake up, he knew that was a dream. Was the only way possible.

He felt two slender hands grabbing him by his belly at the front, even though his stomach felt bothered he enjoyed Hoseok's hands. He placed his own hands grabbing Hoseok's hands.

"You're awake pumpkin?" Hoseok mumbled from behind him. The voice came sluggish and sleepy.

"No, I don't think so, I must be dreaming." Yoongi said confused, he now realized it probably was real. And he had slept with Hoseok spooning him.

"Why Hyungie?" Hoseok asked, eyes still closed, nose snuggling  Yoongi's back and neck.

"Because you are here with me, and I'm not alone, because someone has been hugging me, and I feel loved, because I feel good even being so sick, so this isn't real, right? Say Hoseok, who would want to hug something so pathetic, ugly, broken, and sick like me?" Yoongi said his fever made him say that, tears rolled down.

Hoseok finally felt a cold bucket had been thrown at him. He opened his eyes, and realized he had slept hugging his Hyung, he felt embarrassed and shy, but he didn't stop. He lifted a little, and help Yoongi to rest in his back so he could see him.

"Why would you say something so awful? You don't understand, right? Everybody would do those things, because you are perfect, talented, famous, lovable, pretty, cute and gentle. But the only person who wouldn't is you! You are so mean to yourself!" Hoseok scolded him a little.

Yoongi turned to his other side that way he was resting in front of Hoseok who was also on his side. His eyes were tearing, his red cheeks told Hoseok he still had a fever. And his tummy grumbles said he still was sick.

"But you are not everybody, right? Then tell me. Say Seok-ha, why do you treat Hyungie so well, is it just because of the things you said?" Yoongi said he had placed Hoseok's hands palming his belly and he had covered them with his burning feverish hands.

Hoseok felt nervous, his face was all red, he felt warm suddenly. His heart beating fast, Yoongi was so close, his face was face to face with him.

"Because I like you, you are the best friend I have ever had, and the best neighbor too. Because you are a special person to me that means so much, and without whom I couldn't live." Hoseok said, he moved one hand to caress Yoongi's cheeks, and felt his forehead. "Pweaty boy, you are still feverish!" He said in a silly small voice. "How is that tummy doing, cupcake?"

Yoongi closed his eyes feeling warm inside. "I also like you, without you it wouldn't be a good life. I need you in my life, and you are the most important person to me, you are my best friend and best neighbor too. Please stay with me…" Yoongi said.

"I'll stay, but please answer me Yoongi. How are you doing today? Feeling better?" Hoseok asked, so sad and worrying.

"I feel the same as yesterday; bad, I'm cold, can you give me my favorite hoodie?" Yoongi said pitifully.

"No, actually I can't, you still have a fever, you can't be covered too much" Hoseok said chuckling.

"I want to rub myself," Yoongi said, sleepy again.