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Sope - Sick (part 2)

"Feeling any better?"

Yoongi lay still and silent, eyes closed and the duvet only covering him from the waist down.

"I'll take that as a 'no' then." chuckled the taller, taking a seat on his side of the bed and running a hand through his husband's hair. "Do you need me to get you anything? Water, coffee, another blanket?"

"No, I'm okay."

"C'mon, hyung, I can tell there's something."

"Doesn't matter."

Hoseok, however, knew exactly what it was. That tone of voice, he knew what it meant, even though the elder wasn't speaking like he usually would. He left the room for a moment, coming back with their son - now dressed in a white-and-orange-striped t-shirt and navy-blue dungarees with little giraffes all over them - in his arms. The boy seemed ecstatic to be able to see his father, showcasing his glee with his goofy smile and dark, deer-like eyes, yet he knew not to get too close.

"Baby, it's okay, don't look so scared." reassured the raven-haired.

"Appa sickies?"

"Yeah, but he'll be okay." he glanced at Yoongi. "Isn't that right, Appa?"

"Mhm, I'll be fine, Keunamon." sighed the latter, trying his best to muster a weak smile. "Don't worry about me."

"Appa wan' kissies so fee' betta?"

"No," the elder spoke in a whisper to try and preserve what was left of his voice. "No kissies until I'm feeling better, alright? I don't want you getting sick too."

"Keunnie help Daddy wook afta' Appa?"

Hoseok glanced at his lover for approval, before nodding. "I don't see why you can't help me."

"Yay!" the boy cheered. "Appa wan' b'eakbas'?"

Yoongi shook his head weakly. "No, baby, I'm not hungry."

"Keunamon, why don't you go colour a picture for Appa? It might make him feel better sooner."

"Otay!" the two-year-old grinned as he was placed on the ground, and waddled cutely out of the room.

Once the couple were alone, the younger of the two smiled reassuringly and ran a hand through his lover's hair, then pecked his forehead gingerly. "Am I allowed kisses?" he questioned.

"I really don't think that's a good idea, Hoba."

The ravenet slid off of the bed and onto the floor, kneeling in front of the shorter and giving him puppy eyes. "Please?"

"It won't be too long, y'know. Can't you wait for just 3 days?"

"But 3 days is too long~" complained the other, pouting like a child. "I wanna kiss you now~"

"I don't want you getting sick..."

"I don't care."

Yoongi coughed meekly, then gave a sigh. "Fine." he agreed reluctantly. "But no tongue or anything, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I totally get that." Hoseok's smile returned, and he caressed the brunet male's jawline with the pad of his thumb. "I'm gonna get you some water, some cold medicine and another blanket, and maybe something to eat as well."

"You really don't have to..."

"Nonsense," the taller pecked his lips softly. "You're sick, so it's my job to take care of you."

It was no surprise that, come nighttime, Yoongi was out like a light. Hoseok went to bed at his usual time, after putting their son to bed and watching some TV as he did most nights, but instead of closing his eyes and trying to sleep, he lay awake for a while and held his husband close to him.

"I love you." he whispered, gently squeezing the elder's hand as he slept. "I know you know that, but I really do."