Rub His Back | A JJK Sickfic

chapter six: let him sleep (part 1)

summary: 

Jungkook still has a fever.

Jin and Hobi cuddle him without shirts on.

The boys decide to stay up all night for their maknae.  

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Jimin's hooded silhouette pads carefully on bare feet to click open the large window shutters of the dark bedroom. The sounds of the waves outside get a little louder and the breeze seeps through the room, and that's when Jin jolts awake. The oldest lifts his head toward Jimin, all wide-eyed and confused. He wakes Jungkook by accident, round eyes startled and weary, hazy orbs over pale pasty skin.

"Ah, I'm sorry baby," Jin whispers quickly, feeling the maknae's body tense and move in his arms. He runs a hand through the sick boy's hair. "Go back to sleep." Jungkook's baggy eyes close shut and his breaths become rhythmic again, intermingled with Hoseok's light snores beside him. Jin drops his head back down on the pillow, rubbing his face with a groan.

"Oh my gooooddd, how could I fall asleep,"

Jimin comes to crouch near the bed next to them. He taps Jin's forehead before running a single finger through his hair. He's been itching to check on the three sleeping members.

"Your face is puffy; you must be so tired, hyung. Your mouth was hanging open when I walked in." There's a giggle in his voice, as there so often is, and his eyes are soft with gentle amusement. Jin groans again; how dare he fall asleep? Jungkook needs him. There's a weight on his chest and a humid warmth right on his neck and that's when he realizes Jungkook is practically on top of him, half of his body strewn across him, with his face tucked into Jin's neck and puffing steady streams of hot and sour air on his skin.

The aroma seeping from the kitchen reminds him suddenly of the dinner he was supposed to be making and he gasps.

"Omo, the soup—the stove, is everything—?"

Jimin places a hand on his chest. "Soup's done and the kitchen's cleaned up, hyung. Don't worry."

Jin's hands are over his face again.

"It's okay. You needed the rest."

"I don't even remember closing my eyes."

"Because you're tired. But it's only been 30 minutes. Relax."

"That's all?"

Jimin answers with a hum, petting Jin's hair, making Jin drowsy all over again. He should probably make himself some coffee.

"Maybe I should trust you more." Jin comments, giving in to heavy eyelids and reveling the calm of the moment. Jimin's nails tickle along his hairline in the best way.

"Maybe?" Jimin snorts. "Yah, you really should."

The raw scent of sea breeze and wet sand fills Jin's nostrils and he makes a sound of pleasure. "This is nice." He swishes his feet carefully under the sheets in search of a cool spot on the mattress, for a bit of relief from the deadweight of Jungkook's fevered body on top of him.

"Yeah," Jimin says softly. "I thought Kookie could use some fresh air,"

"Always an angel, our Jimin,"

Jimin's eyes sparkle proudly at the praise. He leans over to kiss Jin's forehead. Jin smiles with his eyes closed.

"What're the others doing right now?"