"Aaah~""AaAaaaaaaHh~"
"AaaaaaaaAAAAAAAHHhhhh~"
"AAAAaaaaAAAAAAAAAahHHHHhhhHHHCHHOOOOOooooooo"
Jin sneezes once again as the younger ones stand around his bed, looking like lost puppies.
"Do we make him soup? or...?"
Hoseok lags. You move forward, putting a hand on the ill guy's forehead and not to your surprise, it was boiling. You scratch the back of your head, looking over at the others.
"Could you bring a towel and a bowl with cold water?"
Taehyung nods and leaves the room. None of you were good at this since it was always Jin who took care of the sick ones.
"And I think soup sounds like a good idea, can you make it?"
"We can do that!"
Hoseok exclaims, grabbing on Yoongi's arm(Soup => sope skksoksjoij) and drags him away.
"I'll go with them. They need a brain...."
Namjoon mumbles, exiting along.
You sigh looking over at Jin and covering him with a warm blanket.
"Are you okay, Hyung?"
Jungkook asks, concerned.
"yeah... I'm fine... Your Hyung is just getting old, you see..."
He babbles breathlessly, all this random stuff in a drunk manner, making you and Jungkook share a glance.
"He's definitely not okay..."
Taehyung brings the small towel with a bowl which you dip the cloth in, but before you could put it onto Jin's head, He starts yelling.
"THAT TOWEL BETTER BE CLEAN CUZ IF I GET PIMPLES ON MY FACE, KIM TAEHYUNG, I WILL MAKE SURE TO ADD THE PUS INTO YOUR FOOD BEFORE GIVING IT TO YOU"
You almost gag at the thought while Taehyung hides behind Jungkook, terrified, who has a sickened face.
"That is just disgusting, Hyung..."
Jimin mutters, the same expression as Jungkook.
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