BTS One Shots {REQUESTS OPEN}

Sope - Sick

"Mm, don't." Yoongi mumbled, pushing his husband's arm away and shuffling away from him a little.

"What's wrong?" frowned the younger, eyes opening a tiny bit. "You love cuddles."

"I feel like shit," the brown-haired promptly gave a chesty cough into his elbow. "We shouldn't get too close."

"Baby, I told you not to overwork yourself." Hoseok hugged him tightly, completely ignoring what he'd said. "You shouldn't just sit in your cold studio all day."

As much as he didn't want Hoseok to get sick, the smaller enjoyed having someone to cuddle him and keep him warm, and he didn't have a single ounce of energy to push him away, so decided to just let him do his thing.

"Daddy~"

Chuckling, the ravenet kissed Yoongi's cheek. "I'm gonna go get him up. Call me if you need anything."

He wore a gentle grin as he dragged himself out of bed, cracking his knuckles and his neck as he walked into the nursery opposite their room. As he entered, he flicked on the light, and was greeted by a smile. "Mo'nin', Daddy!"

"Good morning, Keunnie." he chirped happily, approaching his son's crib. "You sleep well, baby?"

"Mhm!" Keun-Suk nodded eagerly, making grabby hands towards his father. "Daddy, uppies!"

"What's the magic word?"

"Pwease?"

"Good boy," Hoseok praised, lifting the boy up and holding him to his hip. "What do you wanna do first, go and say good morning to Appa or have breakfast?"

"Hm," the smaller put a finger to his chin in thought, mouth forming a gentle 'o' shape. "Wan' b'eakbas' first."

"Come on then, beautiful."

Hoseok gave another smile, then carried the toddler out to the kitchen and strapped him into his highchair. As he set to work preparing breakfast for himself and his son, he listened fondly to the latter's joyous babbling, before placing a dinosaur plate and a sippy cup in front of Keunsuk. The plate had toast and chopped fruit on - strawberries, grapes and apples - and the cup was full of orange juice, the younger's favourite.

"Daddy,"

The black-haired looked up from his own plate. "Hm?"

"Why Appa nuh here?"

"He's still sleeping, baby. He isn't feeling very well today, so just let him rest, alright?"

"Keunnie see Appa afta b'eakbas'?"

"I'll have to ask him," Hoseok, having finished eating, got up and washed up both of their plates, then lifted his son out of his chair. "But first, let's get you dressed."

(pt 2 coming soon)