BTS Imagines

Yoongi ♡ When You're Sick

Published: February 13, 2019
Rewritten: September 15, 2024

Word count: 1,000

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The Genius Lab studio was cozy, the lights dimmed to set the mood for a perfect music production session. You were seated in an office chair beside your working boyfriend at his large desk, watching as he clicked around on his desktop computer, rearranging snippets of music and doing what he does best. He would stop every once in a while to play a segment of the beat aloud and decide if he liked it or not before proceeding.

You'd always been fascinated by watching Yoongi create music. Observing him while he was in his element was always a treat, you could see how dedicated he was to his work and it was obvious he was meant to be a writer and producer. One of your favorite little quirks of his was when he found a beat he liked and would start bobbing his head and tapping his foot while listening—that's how you knew it was a good one, or at least one that was up for consideration.

Everything was going well until you began to not feel good. At first, you brushed it off but as the minutes passed, you started feeling a bit feverish and weak. Bringing your hands up to your cheeks, you attempted to gauge your temperature by pressing your palms against your face. You were burning up.
With a heavy exhale, you laid your head on your arms which were folded on top of Yoongi's computer desk, closing your eyes and hoping to rest for a moment.
Yoongi, who was always perceptive even when busy, turned to look at you.
"You okay?"
"Mhm." You nodded, keeping your eyes shut.
You didn't want to distract him from his work and it felt nice lying there, so you chose not to tell him you were feeling icky.

You cracked one eye open and watched Yoongi as his eyes darted over his computer screen, totally focused and in the zone. A smile of adoration made its way onto your face at how handsome he was, especially when working.
As the moments passed by, you tried to keep your focus on Yoongi in an attempt to distract yourself from how lethargic you were feeling, but it wasn't working. At this point, your eyes were feeling hot too, which was a clear sign your were running a fever.

At some point, Yoongi glanced over to check on you and make sure you hadn't fallen asleep in an uncomfortable position, his expression settling into one of concern.
"Y/n, are you okay? You look unwell." He reached out and felt of your face with the back of his hand. "You're burning up. I thought you said you were alright."
"I didn't want to distract you from your work. I knew you'd stop what you were doing if you knew I wasn't feeling well."
"You're absolutely right, because you're more important than my work." He clicked to save his track before exiting out of the software. "Come here." He stood up and took your hand, pulling you to your feet and leading you out of his studio.
You complained the whole time, insisting that he didn't have to abandon his work, but he didn't care.

He ushered you into his vehicle where he buckled you in. At that point, you stopped protesting and accepted that Yoongi would do whatever he wanted. That stubborn man.
He hopped into the drivers seat and started the engine, heading to his nearby apartment. You turned to gaze out the window, watching the scenery pass by in a sort of daze due to the potential fever you had.
That daze was broken when the car came to a stop and Yoongi led you inside and guided you to the bedroom.

"Change into some pajamas and lie down. I'm going to get a thermometer."
You shuffled sluggishly into the bedroom, picking out some of Yoongi's clothes to change into before practically collapsing on the bed, tugging the covers up.
As soon as you got situated, your boyfriend returned, sitting on the edge of the bed while handing you a thermometer. You placed it in your mouth and leaned back against the headboard, closing your eyes.
"You look awful." He frowned.
You gave a pitiful nod.
When the thermometer beeped, he pulled it from between your lips and glanced at the numbers.
"Oh. You're running a temperature. Let me go get you some medicine."
As Yoongi walked out of the room, you couldn't help but admire his attentiveness and desire to care for you. He had music to make, yet he wanted to make sure you were taken care of.

He came back into the room with a pill, a bottle of water, and a wet washcloth.
"This should help bring your fever down." He handed you the water and medicine.
You thanked him, taking the pill and lying down on your back.
He placed the cool washcloth on your forehead, immediately soothing the burning heat. "Does that feel good?"
"Yes. Much better." You sighed out, smiling softly.
When he saw you were content for the moment, he made his way over to the other side of the bed, sliding under the covers with you. Yoongi scooted closer, draping one arm over your waist, gently rubbing his fingertips up and down your side in a soothing manner.
"My poor girl." He murmured with a small pout, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
"What are you gonna do about your music?" You asked, cracking your eyes open.
"That can wait. You're my number one priority right now. I'll be here taking care of you until you're feeling better."
"Yoongi." You sighed out.
"Shh. Try and get some rest, babe. Maybe if you take a nap you'll feel better. Then later, if you feel like eating, I can make you some soup."
"That sounds good."
"Okay." He smiled softly and brushed your cheek with his fingers. "Try and rest. I'll be right here if you need me."
"Thanks, baby."
"Anytime."

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