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🐯 Fever - Taehyung

Prompt by: btshurtcomfortprompts on Tumblr

Prompt: Taehyung isn't feeling great, but the other members don't realize at first. All they know is that Taehyung looks super tired, and he's being super clingy– even using his puppy eyes to try to get some cuddles– but they're all a bit busy. He eventually finds someone to literally cling to, and that's when his hyungs feel how hot he is and realize he's running a fever.

Namjoon P.O.V

I hear a knock on the bedroom door and get up to answer it. Taehyung stands in the doorway, he's hugging a pillow, and I can tell by the look on his face that he wants cuddles.

"Can I sit with you, hyung?" He asks softly

"Aw, sorry Taehyung-ah. I would but I really have to focus on what I'm doing right now, maybe go ask Jin-hyung, okay."

His face falls a bit at my words and I feel guilty, but I really do have to focus.

"Okay, good luck on your work, hyung." He says shutting the door quietly behind him.

Seokjin's P.O.V

As I'm chopping the carrots I hear light footsteps behind me. When I turn, Taehyung leans sleepily against the counter. It's cute.

"What are you making?" He says, leaning closer to me, curiously.

"Kimbap with pork and spicy Tuna, and eggs on the side."

He doesn't say anything else, instead stepping closer wrapping his arms around my shoulders. Ah, I see. He must want to snuggle.

"I can't snuggle right now Tae, come back after I finish lunch okay." He nods, but I can tell that he's tired, "Hoseok is probably free right now. I'm sure he would snuggle with you.

He just nods again.

Hoseok's P.O.V

When I'm finally done folding clothes, I start with the sheets and towels.

As I pick up the first sheet I hear the floor creak. "Ah, I'm almost done hyung, I'll help with lunch in a few minutes."

Jin doesn't answer. I turn.

"Oh, I'm sorry Tahyung-ah, I thought you were Jin. What can I help you with?"

He offers no answer but flops down in the pile of warm laundry. I notice his eyes droop a bit. Our sweet sleepy little taetae.

"M' tired hyungie." he mumbles into the fabric.

The words surprise me. "Oh, did you not sleep well?"

He mumbles something I understand to be: "No, maybe, I don't know."

"Well, are you feeling alright?"

"I'm tired." he repeats softly

"Aww, I'm sure Yoongi would take a nap with you."

Yoongi's P.O.V

I look up from my laptop when the door opens. It's the second youngest maknae, carrying a pillow. He doesn't say anything, just shuffles over to where I'm sitting on the bed and crawls in.

I'm not surprised by his rudeness and touchyness necessarily but something feels off.

"Taehyungie? Is something wrong?"

"Cuddles?" Is all he says, his eyes innocent as if mimicking Jungkook's doe eyes but with their own charm.

"Of course."

After I put my laptop away I lay down next to the maknae.

"You should be careful not to overheat with the blanket and the hoodie you're wearing."

He doesn't argue, just snuggles closer.

And then I feel how warm he is. This isn't normal.

"Aish!" I try to calm myself so I don't freak the boy out. I take a breath. "Taehyung-ah, Can you sit up and take your hoodie off for me, and the blanket too. I think you might be overheating a bit. I don't want you to feel bad."

He looks confused and slightly upset. I help him remove the warm layers until he's in only his tee-shirt and loose trousers. I feel his forehead with my hand again, he's still warm. But that just may be from overheating.

"Hmm, Tae, Why don't you try to sleep again okay."

He nods and after I take off the duvet and put on the ceiling fan, he falls back asleep. I watch him closely as I work. After 15 minutes I gently feel his forehead again. He's had plenty of time to cool down but he's still warm. I sigh and shake him awake gently.

"Huh?" His voice is thick with sleep and confusion.

"How do you feel?"

"Tired, m' head started hurting."

"Mnn." I nod, "I think you may have caught a fever."

When I bring the thermometer from the bathroom, Tae is asleep again. Poor thing he must really feel bad.

He senses my presence and wakes up, allowing me to hold the device in his ear long enough to measure his temperature. It beeps and he snuggles back into the pillow, not quite asleep. I read the number and feel myself frowning. 38.5. Not so dangerous but not great, no wonder he has a headache.

"Don't sleep yet TaeTae. You're running a temperature, you need to take medicine."

He groans.

"I'll go tell Jin-hyung to make something light for you so you don't take the pills on an empty stomach."

—

When I tell the other's of Taehyung's ailment they're upset but not too surprised.

"That must be why he was so tired this morning." Namjoon thinks aloud. We all nod.

"He doesn't feel awful, just sluggish." I explain.

"I can't believe we didn't notice sooner, it seems like he came to all of us. What if something had happened?" Hobi distresses.

"It's okay, nothing happened, because one of us always notices. And if we didn't, Kook definitely would have."

"I'll make him some broth and cut some fruit." Jin offers before I even have to ask.

—

I return to Tae to find him sleeping, not shocking given his condition, and set down a glass of water for him to have when we have to wake him up to eat and take medicine.

"Yoongi?" he whispers my name just barely awake

I don't answer, but I remove the pillow he's hugging and lay down beside him, knowing he prefers human contact. He snuggles into me tighter and I dim my laptop screen so I can work without bothering him.

He'll need to take medicine soon but the broth shouldn't take too long, for now, he can sleep.

(A/N: Sorry if this isn't good, I'm in pain because I had some work done on my teethand now my entire face hurts (T - T). I've also been hella busy (with work and writing for Bungou Stray Dogs, a fandom I've been in for a while but only just started writing for). I've been wanting to fill these prompts ever since I found this blog and I know I haven't written in ages so I felt bad and wanted to post something so here you go. I have lots of free time in the coming days so I'll probably post more to make up for my absence.)