"Hey, Yoongi hyung . . . are you alright? You've been in the bathroom for a while now." Namjoon called through the locked door, softly knocking against it with his hand.
Unable to answer, Yoongi panted heavily and tightly gripped the bathroom counter in his hands, until his knuckles turned white and sweat covered his neck, forehead, arms and chest. His heart was beating like crazy fast and inconsistent, as his chest heaved heavily, and his head throbbed badly, giving him the biggest head ache he's ever had.
"Hyung, please open the door, I can hear your breathing, you know." Namjoon's voice called out again.
Using the walls of the restroom to support himself, he stumbled towards the bathroom door, reaching out a trembling hand and turning the doorknob slowly and opening the door. When Namjoon saw Yoongi, he yelled and jumped back in fear and surprise.
Yoongi's hair looked as if he'd just ran 300 miles without a water break, his bright red eyes a bit swollen, and his face lost almost all of it's color. "I-I think I'm g-getting sick . . ." Yoongi's legs gave out and he almost fell to the floor, but was caught by Namjoon who picked up the smaller boy in his arms, and carried him to Yoongi, Hoseok, and Jungkook's shared bedroom. He placed the older boy onto his mattress and called for Seokjin and Jungkook without waking a loud-snoring Hoseok up.
"Yes Namjoonie--- Yoongi!!!" Seokjin yelped and rushed over to the two boys. "What happened?!"
"I-I don't know Yoongi hyung said he's not feeling well."
Seokjin put a hand to Yoongi's forehead while his eyebrows creased in concentration, then he put his lips along with his cheek to Yoongi's forehead before gasping and pulling away. "My god, Yoongi! You're burning up!"
"Junghn-kk~ Hsssuuukkk~ . . . " Yoongi mumbled incoherently, tightly gripping the sheets in his fists, as he began whining between his pants of breath.
"What is it??? What do you need?"
"Kook~ Hobi~" his voice reached an octave higher as he shook his head side to side.
"Namjoon, you go get Jungkook, and I'll give Yoongi some medicine to keep his fever down, alright?" Namjoon nodded and rushed to go find their youngest roommate.
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" . . . So what did Yoongi say?" Namjoon asked Seokjin while munching on a an apple.
Seokjin looked absent minded for a second, before he snapped out of it and turned to Namjoon with a weak and forced smile. "I'm sure he'll be fine, he just has a small fever." Although, anyone could hear the doubt in Seokjin's voice. "He said he was eating a sandwich for lunch until he started feeling sick."
"Whait- What kind of sandwhich . . . ?"
"I-I don't know look, why does it matter? The point is he's not feeling well---"
"That still doesn't answer my question."
"Probably just a normal turkey sandwich, just like the rest of us eat. Why are you so suddenly interested in Yoongi's diet- *gasp*. . . . . Namjoon, what did you do?"
"Fuck." Namjoon cursed under his breath, but before Seokjin could scold him for cursing, the younger male rushed down the hall and into the kitchen, giving Seokjin no other choice but to follow. When Seokjin entered the kitchen, he almost tripped. Almost. Namjoon had began emptying out the fridge, it's content spilling out onto the floor.
"Kim Namjoon!!!!!" Seokjin screamed, and Namjoon quickly stood covering his hyung's mouth.
"Shhh~ Let's not wake up 'Mr. Sunshine,' he didn't get any sleep last night, and I honestly don't want to deal with a grouchy Jung Hoseok at the moment." Seokjin nodded, and Namjoon released his mouth, only to be harshly thwacked in the head by Seokjin's hand.
"What. Did. You. Do. To. Min. Yoongi?"
The pouting Namjoon stopped rubbing his head and released a huge sigh before speaking. "So there's this thing . . . it's very expensive and hard to find, but I finally found it." Seokjin gave a 'go on' motion with his hand. "Basically, I put this stuff in the sandwich, hoping that you would eat it."
"Which is . . . ?"
" . . . . . . . Aphrodisiac?"
"You gave him WHAT???!!!!! Yah! Pabo!!!!" Seokjin- once again -raised his hand and smacked Namjoon upside the head, causing the younger male to wince in pain. Seokjin was about to yell again, until they heard Jungkook screaming out Yoongi's name. Jungkook screaming Yoongi's name. . . . (What the fuck?! Jungkook's supposed to be taking care of Yoongi.)
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When the two males hurriedly rushed to Yoongi, Jungkook, and Hoseok's room, they definitely din not expedt to see Hoseok right out side the door in the state he was in. His eyes were closed with his head rested against the wall behind him, sweat coated his body as hot breaths of air were coming out of his pink plump and lightly parted lips; once in a while a high-pitched whine or moan would come out, as the hand he had down his pants pumped himself, his free hand resting against the wall for support.
"What should we do, hyung? Should we help him out?" Namjoon whispered.
"Are you crazy?! No, let him help himself out." Seokjin whispered back.
"Shit~ Ah- FUCK." Hoseok's panting breath became more whiny as his hand motion sped up, until he moaned out loudly and his whloe body went rigid as he released.
After removing his hand, Hoseok slowly opened his eyes still panting heavily, but yelped in embarrassment when he noticed his hyungs standing near the bedroom door. With his clean hand, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the bedroom keys. "Only on two conditions. . ." Hoseok rasped, and they nodded in understanding. "One, we never ever speak of this ever. And two, when Yoongi asks, I'm not the one who let you in there."
"Deal, just give us the damn key, Hoseok." Namjoon complained. Hoseok sighed and tossed the key, pushing himself off the wall and stumbling to the shower, while mumbling something about Yoongi's underwear.
