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🌻Sick - YoonJin🌻

Some say medicine is the best was to get rid of illness, but not Min Yoongi. The only medicine he needs is Kim Seokjin.

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Ever since Jin left for work, Yoongi felt like absolute shit. His head hurt, his throat was dry, he had the chills, it was just awful.

Currently, Yoongi was slumped on the couch, waiting for his sweet boyfriend to return home. He himself had called in for a sick day at work, so he was free to drown in his sickness. Yoongi was proud to say that he was a lazy man, so he had no problem with laying around all day.

"Shooky, come to papa," Yoongi murmured, calling over his little brown kitty that he loved so much. Shooky jumped up on Yoongi's chest and sneezed, flicking his fluffy little head around. He curled up on Yoongi's chest and glared at him as to say "papa, you got me sick!"

"Can humans even get cats sick?" Yoongi wondered aloud. He thought of searching it up, so he looked at his phone, but he was too lazy to grab it. He groaned dramatically and threw his head back, just making his headache worse.

Yoongi hissed in pain and tugged on his blonde locks, which were fried from being bleached so many times. He looked over at his phone to check the time, his face falling. Jin wouldn't be home for another four hours.

It's not as if Yoongi could entertain himself. He didn't want to grab his phone, he didn't want to get up, he was in too much pain to sleep, turning on the TV would make his headache worse, and most importantly he didn't have his boyfriend with him. How was he supposed to survive?

"Well, Shooky, this is how I die," Yoongi sighed, rubbing his cat's head. "Suffering and cold with my son on my chest."

Shooky purred and headbutted Yoongi's face, trying to make him feel better. Yoongi got a mouthful of fur in his mouth from that, he coughed violently over the edge of the couch, scaring Shooky away. Once he recovered, he began muttering about the cruel world to himself since nobody else was around to listen to him, not even his beloved cat.

After a whole hour of just lying on the couch with his arm over his forehead, Yoongi got the motivation to pick up his phone, and that motivation was a notification from his boyfriend.

He momentarily forgot about his pain, slamming his hand down on the coffee table to grab his phone. This man really drove Yoongi crazy, he wasn't even aware of it. Yoongi quickly opened Jin's message.

Hyungie 💕

Hyungie💕: I'm coming
home Yoongles! Namjoon
set the kitchen on fire at
the restaurant so we're
free to go 😊

Y: typical namjoon.
are you alright?

Hyungie💕: Not a scratch!
See you soon 😘

Y: i love you and i miss you
and im dying and shooky
doesn't love me and i need
you please run through
red lights just come home
fast i love you

Is Yoongi whipped? I guess you could say that.

Yoongi tossed his phone on the couch and went to the door, collapsing on the doormat from his booming headache. He whined and just laid on his face, waiting for his sweet boyfriend to come home.

He knew he shouldn't have been happy about Namjoon setting the kitchen on fire because Jin could've gotten hurt, but he was happy that his boyfriend was coming home. He rested his chin on the floor, gazing up at the doorknob with shiny little kitten eyes. His head was throbbing, and his skin was paler than usual, but he ignored it, he cared more about seeing Jin walk through the door. As if on command, the door opened, and Yoongi got hit right in the head.

"I'm so sorry!" Jin gasped, helping Yoongi to his feet. He kissed a groaning Yoongi's forehead where he bumped it, rubbing his back. "You look awful, did I hit your head that hard?"

"No, I've been sick all day," Yoongi sniffled, resting his head on Jin's chest. He closed his eyes, clinging to his boyfriend. As his only hyung, Yoongi relied on Jin a lot.

"Yoongs, why didn't you tell me?" Jin frowned, grabbing a tissue from his pocket to wipe Yoongi's nose.

"Didn't wanna disturb you while you were at work," Yoongi murmured, taking the tissue.

"I don't think you could've interrupted me more than Namjoon interrupted half of Seoul," Jin giggled, rubbing Yoongi's head. He picked Yoongi up like a baby and carried him to their shared bed, navigating through all the cat toys littered on their apartment floor.

Yoongi just wrapped his arms and legs around Jin's neck and waist, snuggling into his broad shoulder. He felt so warm and cozy in Jin's warm embrace, and much calmer than he was all day. He was so glad that Namjoon set the kitchen on fire.

"Was that last text really necessary?" Jin teased as he set Yoongi down on the bed, tucking him in the covers like a caterpillar in a cocoon. He wrapped Yoongi up so only his grumpy little face was visible, the rest of his tiny body swaddled in the blanket.

"Yes," he grumbled, trying to look angry but he really just looked like a desperate kitten who needed love and attention. Jin grinned and gently pushed a strand of hair off Yoongi's forehead, taking a seat next to him on the bed. He was about to reply when Shooky jumped up on the bed too, sneezing.

"Oh, papa got you sick too!" Jin gasped, taking the kitty into his lap. He stroked Shooky's fur, not aware of Yoongi's pout.

"I'm your kitty too," he said in a tiny voice, only his downturned cat eyes visible from the blanket. Jin smiled softly and nodded.

"You're both my kitties," he cooed, wrapping an arm across Yoongi's chest to pull him close. 

"I don't want to get you sick too," Yoongi sniffled, trying to wiggle out of Jin's embrace. Jin kept a firm hold on Yoongi, resting his chin on the top of his head.

"It's alright, Yoongi," he whispered, watching as Shooky crawled between the two men. "I might as well join you guys, then we can be a sick family."

"You say that like it's a good thing," Yoongi snorted, turning in his cocoon to rest on Jin's body.

"Well, it's not a bad thing, is it?"

Yoongi smiled, showing off his pink gums and small teeth. "I guess not. Sometimes getting sick is worth it, we can be our own sick little family."

"It'll only be for a few days, Yoongs!" Jin giggled, hugging Yoongi close. "You're acting like we're gonna die."

"We might," Yoongi shrugged. He was never exactly an optimist.

"Well, until then, I'll take care of you," Jin whispered, smiling softly. He kissed Yoongi's forehead, luring him into sleep.

"Thank you, I love you," Yoongi murmured, getting as close as possible to his boyfriend in his cocoon.

"I love you too, my little sicky."