bts sickfics [completed]

Jimin | Fever

Requested by an anonymous discord user <3

"Jimin, you're fucking hot,"

"Thanks, I work out,"

Yoongi sighed.
"No, idiot, I mean you're burning up!"

Jimin rolled his eyes; he was in one of those moods today. He shifted in his spot on the sofa, picking at his nails while he retorted,
"And from where did you conjure up this assumption?"

Yoongi sighed again, more dramatically. He placed his large hand on the younger's forehead, stating firmly,
"I could feel how hot you were the moment you sat next to me,"

"Hmm, you're not so bad yourself,"

Yoongi abruptly got up and sat on the other sofa beside Jungkook, who was laughing at Jimin's method of avoiding confrontation.

"Woah, Jimin, you're hot!"

"Thanks," he replied to Hoseok as he curled into the elder dancer's side. Once the others had arrived they decided on a movie and distributed contraband (a.k.a snacks the company never allowed them to eat).

Jimin was in fact hot. Temperature-wise. It didn't bother him, as overheating was welcome in the cold winter season. But he did feel a little… too hot. He brushed it off, however, quickly getting distracted by the overly gruesome thriller movie that the two youngest had picked.

Jungkook opened his eyes slowly, trying to adjust to the blaring backlight from the TV screen. From what he could gather, it was still dark outside. He rolled over on the sofa, falling on the floor and reaching over to the coffee table where his abandoned phone was.

2:54am.

Jungkook sighed, looking around the room to see Jimin, Taehyung and Yoongi sprawled about the living room. In his fuzzy, half-asleep state of mind he could recall staying up to finish the movie with them whilst the others went to sleep.

He found himself turning the TV off and picking up the members one by one to take them to bed. He scooped up the sleeping Taehyung in his arms and slowly shuffled over to his and Namjoon's room. 

Thankfully Namjoon didn't wake up, so he lay Taehyung down on his bed and gave him a pillow, which he latched onto instantly.

He returned to pick up Yoongi, who was curled up on the sofa where Jungkook sat. After carrying him to his and Seokjin's room, he noticed that both beds were empty, but there was a faint light coming from the bathroom. He made Yoongi comfortable and handed him one of Seokjin's plushies just to be annoying.

Seokjin returned to sleepily say goodnight to Jungkook and get back into bed.
"Good morning, actually," Jungkook said on his way out. Next was Jimin… 

But when he picked up the smaller boy, he felt immense heat radiating from his body. Jungkook lay him back down, but it seemed that he had jostled the elder too much and he stirred, making a small sleepy sound and opening his eyes lazily.

"Jungkookie?" He mumbled groggily, curling up on the sofa. His hair was a mess and he was sweating excessively, his cheeks burning pink. Jungkook placed a hand on the other's forehead, quickly retracting it when he felt the scalding heat of his skin.

"I think you have a fever, Jimin," he stated worriedly. It was silent for a few moments, until-
"-think I do," Jimin agreed, blinking slowly.

"Do you wanna go and change into something more comfortable?" Jungkook asked, taking note of Jimin's stripey shirt and skinny jeans. Jimin nodded, letting Jungkook pick him up bridal style and carry him to his own single bedroom.