bts oneshots ✓ [completed]

✔Sick | Jimin

  

    Jimin rolls over, grasping at the sheets, as he blindly hunts for his girlfriend. Instead, his fingertips graze over the grey linen sheets, void of the sleeping form of (Y/N). 

 "Y/Nnnnnnn!" Jimin groans, his usually almost-velvety voice, scratchy and tired. For a moment, his own voice catches him by surprise. But he brushes it off as just morning sleepiness. 

 He earns no verbal response, and instead you poke your beautiful face into your shared bedroom, wearing only his oversized striped shirt and his boxers. He sits up, smiling at you with a wide, genuine smile. But it is soon interrupted by a fit of coughs. 

 You walk over to your boyfriend, sitting on the bed beside him. Wordlessly, you press the palm of your soft hand against the warm skin of his forehead. You pull your hand back, rolling your bottom lip between your teeth as you stare at your still-sleepy boyfriend worriedly. 

 "You're burning up, Jimin. Do you feel sick?" You ask in soft, heartwarming concern as you press your hand against his chest. He obliges to your subtle wish, laying back down on your shared bed, his eyes not leaving yours. You turn to adjust the pillows under him, comfortably propping him up so that he could still look at you. 

  "No, jagiya. I feel fine. Please just cuddle with me~!" Jimin reaches out to you, only succeeding as far as to settle his hand on your hip. As much as you wanted to cave into Jimin's wishes, and just snuggle with him all day, you had no intention on getting sick anytime soon. 

  "I'm going to go get the thermometer." You announce, retracting his hand from where it settled, just above your right thigh. Jimin whines, grasping at the air where you were previously sitting, like a child that just had their toy taken from them. 

  "Jaaaagiiiiiii!" Jimin groans, his voice still scratchy and strained. Admittedly, he felt freezing, his sinuses stuffed and his throat growing increasingly sore.

 But if denying that he was sick was what it took to get you to cuddle with him, so be it. 

  You walk back into the room, earning a quiet stare from Jimin, as he watched you walk around in his shirt and his black boxers. 

 It wasn't anything sexual; you just liked wearing his clothes during lazy days. And he liked seeing you wear them. 

  "Say 'ah'," you instruct, aiming a thermometer directly at your significant other's face. He hesitantly opens his mouth, his gaze not leaving your face for so much as a microsecond while you stare at the numbers on the thermometer.

  "Oh Jimin you fool. You have a fever." You announce, abruptly retracting the thermometer from under Jimin's tongue. He pouts, grabbing at you like a baby once again. He couldn't care less if he was sick.

  He just wanted you in his arms.

   But he was sick.

  "What do you want, Jimin?" You ask softly, willing to get him soup, or tea, if he asked for it.

   "You."

   "Soup it is, then."

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     Why is this so short?

    (2018) lmao because u wrote it, hoe.

  I was going to make a That's What She Said joke, but then I realized that I still need reads.

  (2018) ur a disappointment to God