Yoongi heaved a raspy cough and curled himself tighter into a ball, the light was trapped outside of his room and it was fairly warm to him.
A hand was running up and down in a soothing motion on his back and Yoongi thought it was hard to open his eyes just a tiny bit. He smiled tiredly as he saw who it was.
Jungkook sat at the edge of the bed and rested his head on the sheets with his face half covered due to his arm. Yoongi could tell Jungkook had been taking care of him since a few hours ago due to the bags under the other's eyes, he frowned.
Yoongi puffed air in front of Jungkook's face and as he expected, the younger was up and covering his nose, leaning away from him.
"You smell like medicine, I don't like it." Jungkook gagged, he cracked a little smile through his fingers. Yoongi scoffed. "Get used to it."
A small comfortable silence swept through, as well as the small chatter outside the bedroom door.
"Are you feeling any better?"
"Eh, my sides hurt from coughing a lot. And my lungs feel weird, my nose is stuffy."
"Mhm."
Jungkook gave a small peck of lips on Yoongi's forehead then laid back down to his original position. He yawned and Yoongi thought he looked like a tired little bunny.
Yoongi swept his hand through Jungkook's hair and returned the chaste kiss.
"Sleep, okay?"
"That's my line."
"Shut up and sleep."
A small grumble.
"Sleep."
And a small silence was left, quiet snoring and raspy breaths. But Yoongi felt content with it, the room was murky but it was fine. His lungs weren't right but being alone felt worse.
He liked it.

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BTS Jungkook Scenarios (DISCONTINUED)
FanfictionIn which I write random shorts (short series) of BTS, involving angst and fluff. THIS STORY IS DISCONTINUED. Cover Edit by Me!