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Taehyung is sick, it sucks.

Yes, I'm writing this because I'm sick. If it sucks, idc, i feel like shit :)
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Taehyung sneezed, startling Yeontan, who laid in his lap.

"Sorry Tannie," He apologized, frowing when Yeontan jumped off of his lap and trotted out of his room.

The brunette fell back onto his bed, sighing into his pillows. He was fine earlier today, but now he felt stuffy and kept clearing his throat every 10 seconds.

Sure, he could call Yoongi, or Jin, or any of his boyfriends and ask them to come over to take care of him. But then maybe they would get sick, and he would feel guilty. He was fine, he didn't need anything except a hot shower and some disgusting cough medicine.

The door bell rang halfway through making himself a cup of tea before his shower, and he sighed irritably. He didn't care who was outside, he didn't want to talk to anyone.

With a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, and half steeped tea in his hands, he shuffled over to the door.

"What," Taehyung mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

"That's possibly the worst way to great your favorite boyfriend," Hoseok pouted, earning an elbow from Jungkook, who stood beside him.

"Oh, hi," Taehyung left his door wide open, leaving to plop himself on his couch, after setting the cup on the coffee table.

"Jeez, what's up with you?" Jungkook asked, sitting on his legs.

"Get off you dick, you're heavy," Taehyung complained, kicking him in the ass.

"Baby no swearing," Hoseok reminded him. He was searching through the brunettes cupboards, looking for anything to eat.

Taehyung rolled his eyes, mocking him silently. Jungkook snickered, pecking him on the cheek.

"So are you here for anything but the food that isn't in my fridge?" He raised an eyebrow, snuggling into his blanket.

"You didn't answer our calls," Hoseok shrugged, returning to the living room empty handed.

Taehyung's response was interrupted by a sneeze, a cough, and yet another sneeze, him clearing his throat afterwords. "Phone's dead,"

Jungkook set a hand on his forhead, "You don't have a fever, do you feel okay?"

Taehyung glared at him, "I feel fucking peachy,"

"Did you take any medicine?" Hoseok asked, eyebrows furrowed.

"Yeah, that shit from last year when I got sick. The stuff that's supposed to knock you out," He wished it would, but caffine and shit like that never affected him.

"I'll go grab you cough drops," Jungkook muttered, after he cleared his throat, coughing a few more times.

"I'm out," He grabbed the elder's wrist before he left the couch, "I'm also out of tissues. I've been using napkins. My nose hurts,"

"Baby why didn't you call one of us?" Hoseok cupped his cheeks, frowning at how pale he was.

"Didn't wanna," He ignored Hoseok for a second, in favor of coughing into his elbow and using the last napkin to blow his nose.

Jungkook whipped out his phone, dialing a number with a smirk on his face.

"You fucktard," Taehyung glared, knowing Jungkook was going to tell on him, like a child.