You've Got Me, I've Got You

Mission Irrational

Wherein Taekook are sick and Jimin is bound and determined to look after them, Hyungs' orders be damned. 

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     Jimin liked to think he was a patient guy. He put up with Kookie's teasing and Hobi-hyung playing with his face all the time and Jin-Hyung's stupid dad jokes (that he may actually enjoy, but you'd never ever hear him admit that), and Tae's spontaneous poor decision-making, all with a smile on his face.

     But on this particular night, patient is the LAST thing he wanted to be. He was running on less than five hours of sleep in the last twenty-four hours, had spent seventeen of those last twenty-four holed up in various green rooms and crowded van seats with a bunch of tired and snarky band members. Yoongi was glaring at anyone who breathed to loud, Namjoon was constantly stressed, and Hoseok was too tired to stay focused for more than five minutes at a time. To top it all off, both Jungkook and Tae had come down with something in transit that left them feeling weak and nauseous and not able to do much of anything. 

     So now, he was tired and bored AND worried, because let's face it, two of his best friends were miserable, and they were in a foreign country and they were supposed to be travelling home tomorrow, and what were they going to do? Their two youngest were practically on their deathbeds! He'd voiced as much to their leader as they all piled into the lobby of the hotel where they were spending the night before flying out in the morning, but the only response he got had been a short and distracted "Not now, Jiminie" before the older had disappeared to go help the managers check into the hotel.

     So now, Jimin was tired, bored, worried AND annoyed. How dare Namjoon-Hyung just brush him off like that! He flopped sulkily onto one of the couches in the lobby next to Yoongi, who simply scoffed at his theatrics before turning back to his phone. He sat quietly for a minute, then huffed a sigh and curled up to Yoongi. The older man didn't acknowledge his presence, ignoring him in favour of the brightly coloured app on the phone in front of him.

"Hyung?" Jimin asked. Yoongi sighed.

"What, Jimin?"

"What are we going to do tomorrow if TaeTae and Kookie are still sick?" Jimin asked. Yoongi shrugged.

"I don't know if they're up to travelling. Maybe we should stay here a few extra days, just in case? I can room with them tonight to see how they're doing. What do you think?" Yoongi gave a noncommittal grunt, his eyes never leaving his screen.

"Never mind, forget I said anything," Jimin muttered sullenly, pulling away from the older. Yoongi shot him that stupid eyebrow-raised look that he always did when one of them was pushing their luck, and that just wasn't fair. Jimin ignored the look- he hadn't really earned it anyways- and crossed over to where Jungkook was curled up on another couch, almost asleep and barely covered by a blanket that Jimin identified as Hoseok's. He tugged a little at the blanket until it was covering the maknae more fully.

"Yah, leave him alone," Jin scolded from where he sat with Taehyung draped across his lap in a feverish doze.

"I was just fixing his blanket, Hyung," Jimin said.

"Go wash your hands," Jin said. "You're going to catch whatever they've caught!"

"Hyung, I barely touched him!"

"Doesn't matter. Go. Shoo!"

Jimin sighed and retreated from the Maknae's side. He left for the bathroom, and returned to see Namjoon approaching the couches with a handful of key cards. "Ok, we've figured out rooms," Namjoon said. "We're going to divide up and try to quarantine the sick ones-"