Summary: when the others are getting ready to leave for a session in the studio with their choreographers, Jin goes into Jimin's room to get him and Taehyung - only to find the two of them have fallen ill.

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Jin was rushing around their house, trying to gather everyone so they could leave for the studio.

He patted Hobi on the back as he passed him in the hall, the younger bent over trying to get his other shoe on while walking.

"Namjoon!" Jin called, "let's go!"

Namjoon dashed from his room, joining a grumpy Yoongi at the door.

Hobi soon reached them, too, sitting down to tie his shoe.

"Come on, Kookie, we're already late," he said into the open bathroom door to the youngest, who was trying to put an earring in.

"Hyung," he called desperately, "I can't put this in. Can you help?"

Jin sighed, but walked over to Jungkook, taking the earring from him.

He put the earring in for Jungkook, then patted his back like he did with Hobi, "go wait with your hyungs, Kook."

Jungkook nodded, thanking Jin as he left to wait with the others.

Then, Jin made his way to Jimin's room.

He knew Taehyung was in there, too, because when he went in there earlier that morning to wake everyone, the two were asleep in Jimin's bed.

He knocked on the door, "Jimin, Taehyung. Come on guys, we're leaving."

Jin waited for any sort of noise from the other side of the door, but when he didn't get any, he opened it.

The room was dark still, and he could hear the heavy breathing of both of the boys.

"Aish!" He yelled, turning the light on to see the two asleep in bed still, "Guys! Get up! What are you doing!"

He went over to the bed and threw the covers off of the two, who had begun to wake up when the lights turned on.

Jin stopped, though, when he saw their flushed, sweaty skin, despite the room being cold.

He pressed the back of his hand to Jimin's forehead, who mumbled incoherently.

"You're burning up, Jiminie," Jin sighed, moving to feel Taehyung's. It was also burning to the touch.

Taehyung coughed then, and he sounded very congested.

He was squinting his eyes as he tried to adjust to the bright room, but a second later he began coughing again.

He sat up, coughing repeatedly, and dashed out of the bed when he started to gag.

Jin noticed, and ran over to him, helping him get to the bathroom.

He lifted the toilet seat, and grimaced when Taehyung immediately began to throw up into it.

Jin rubbed the younger's back, wiping his damp hair from his hot forehead, helping the younger sit down in front of the toilet.

Jin shot up, however, when he heard heaving and then splashing from the bedroom, and ran back to see that Jimin had thrown up on his covers.

"Oh, Jimin," Jin said sadly, going over to the boy who looked ready to cry.

"I-I'm sorry, Hyung. It came up so suddenly."

Jin helped Jimin out of bed, and took him to a different bathroom, and left to get the others.

He walked through the house and made it to the front door where the other four were waiting impatiently.

"Where's Jimin and Taehyung?" Namjoon snapped, "we're so late already."

"I don't think we're going today, guys," Jin sighed, "they're both throwing up right now."

That immediately got the others attention. Yoongi and Hobi, who had been sitting on the ground, got up and stared at Jin with concern.

"They're throwing up?" Jungkook asked with a pout.

Jin nodded, "I went to Jimin's room and they were both asleep. When I woke them up, I noticed how red and hot they were. Then Taehyung started coughing and he threw up. While I was with him, Jimin threw up on the bed.

"Jungkookie, can you call the others and let them know what's happening, and that we can't go today or the next?" Jin asked, placing a hand on the youngest's shoulder. Jungkook nodded, going over to the couch to make the call to their choreographer and a few staff members.

"Namjoon, can you please go put Jimin's bedding in the wash?" Namjoon grimaced, but nodded, muttering an 'of course, hyung' before he left for Jimin's room, "Hoba, please go check on Taehyung and Jimin. I'm going to make them some soup." Hobi nodded, going in the direction Namjoon had, to find the youngers. Then, Jin turned to Yoongi, "can you help me make the soup?" Yoongi nodded, following Jin to the kitchen.

Namjoon grimaced as he walked into Jimin's room, the smell of throw up making him gag.

He put his shirt over his nose, and began to gather the bedding, making sure to avoid touching the vomit.

He carried the laundry through the house and out to the washing machine, loading it quickly.

Hobi found Taehyung first, as he was in the bathroom connected to Jimin's room.

"Oh, baby," he said, going over to the haunched figure sitting in front of the toilet.

"Hobi hyung," Taehyung rasped, "I'm gross."

"You're not gross, Taehyungie," Hobi frowned, sitting beside Taehyung and rubbed his back, "you're sick. It's okay to throw up. It's good, actually. Are you okay now? Or do you think you're gonna throw up mo-"

Hobi's sentence was cut off by a gag coming from Taehyung, before the younger threw up in the toilet again.

"You're alright, Tae," Hobi said quietly.

He handed Taehyung some tissue to wipe his mouth and nose, and the younger gratefully accepted it.

"Thanks, Hyung. I think I'm okay now. I don't think I can throw up anymore."

Hobi nodded, and helped Taehyung stand up on wobbly legs.

He flushed the toilet with his foot, and helped Taehyung to the living room.

"Sit here, Tae. I'll get you some water," Hobi said, sitting Taehyung on the couch next to a concerned Jungkook.

"It's okay, hyung!" The bunny said to Hobi, getting up, "I'll get him some. You go to Jimin, and I'll bring him some water, too, once he's here."

Hobi smiled, "thank you, Jungkook."

He left to go find Jimin, who was in a hall bathroom, curled up on the floor.

"My sweet baby," Hobi cooed, going over to him, "what's happened?"

"Hyung," Jimin cried, sniffling, his voice quiet and congested, "m-my stomach hurts so bad."

Hobi helped Jimin sit up, and wiped his tears away.

"You'll be okay, Jiminie. Are you going to throw up anymore?"

Jimin shook his head, sniffling behind his hands.

"Do you need to go to the bathroom, then? That will probably help your stomach."

Jimin blushed bright red, despite his skin already being flushed, "ah, hyung. That's embarrassing."

Hobi smiled, kissing Jimin's temple, "it's okay. I'll be in the living room. Call out if you need me, okay?"

Hobi flushed the toilet, which was also filled with vomit, and helped Jimin up, before he left the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

He went back to the living room, noticing that Namjoon was there, now, too. He was sitting on one side of Taehyung, while Jungkook sat on the other.

Taehyung was slumped on the couch, and was crying softly.

"What happened, Tae?" Hobi asked, rushing to sit in front of him on the floor, "tell Hyung what's wrong."

"I feel so bad for making us all stay home instead of going to practice," he whispered.

"Taehyung," Namjoon started, "it's okay. You and Jimin are sick. There's no way we'll let you go anywhere like this. You don't have to be sorry, okay? You couldn't help it."

Taehyung nodded, but stayed silent.

"What's hurting you right now, Taehyung?" Hobi asked, "what's sick?"

"My head is throbbing, my throat is killing me, my stomach hurts, I'm burning hot, but I also keep shivering," Taehyung responded, looking at Hobi.

Hobi nodded, "do you want me to get you a blanket?"

Taehyung nodded, rubbing at his eyes to dry the tears.

Hobi got up, quickly retrieving a blanket and wrapped it around Taehyung, kissing him on the head.

"I need to go check on Jimin. Namjoon and Jungkookie will take care of you, okay?"

Taehyung nodded again, "thanks, hyung."

Jin and Yoongi worked alongside each other silently, preparing the food for the two sickies.

"Were they super sick?" Yoongi asked, worry lacing his tone.

"They were pretty sick," Jin responded, "Jimin threw up in his bed since it came up so quick. They looked awful, too. Sweaty and red, and also pale."

Yoongi nodded, "I hope they get better soon."

"Me too, Yoon," Jin agreed.

"Jiminie? Baby?" Hobi called through the bathroom door, knocking on it softly a few times, "are you okay in there?"

The toilet flushed, and after a few moments of silence, Hobi knocked again, "can I come in, Jimin?"

"Yes," Jimin's small voice replied.

Hobi opened the door, and saw Jimin turn on the sink and begin washing his hands. His face was flustered still.

"Do you feel any better?" Hobi asked, rubbing Jimin's shoulder.

Jimin shrugged, "a bit, Hyung."

"You should probably brush your teeth since you threw up. Come on."

When Jimin finished washing his hands, Hobi walked him to his room and into the bathroom.

Jimin blushed when he saw the stripped bed.

"Brush your teeth, Jimin-ah," Hobi instructed.

Once Jimin had brushed his teeth, he reached his hands up to Hobi.

Hobi laughed, but gladly picked Jimin up, and carried him to the living room.

Hobi could hear Jungkook in the kitchen, and Taehyung was laying on one of the shorter couches with his blanket.

"Sit here, Jiminie," Hobi said, sitting Jimin next to Namjoon.

Namjoon was scrolling through his phone on the longer couch, but put it away when he saw Jimin.

"Hey, Jimin, how are you feeling?"

"I'm sick, Hyung," Jimin told him, pouting, as Hobi set him down.

Jimin immediately curled up on the couch, laying his head on Namjoon's leg.

"I know you're sick, Chim Chim. I'm sorry you are," Namjoon said quietly, running his fingers through Jimin's hair.

"Do you need anything, Jimin?" Hobi asked, rubbing Jimin's arm.

"Can I have a blanket, Hyung?" The younger asked, closing his eyes as he settled down.

"Of course."

Hobi got another blanket, this time for Jimin, and spread it out on top of him.

"Thanks, Hyung," Jimin said, his voice heavy and slurred from tiredness.

"You're welcome, baby," Hobi whispered, kissing Jimin's head.

He walked to the second couch, and gently shook Taehyung awake, who had dozed off quickly.

"Tae, baby, you need to brush your teeth since you threw up."

"Hmm?" Taehyung murmerd, squinting at Hobi.

"You need to brush your teeth," Hobi repeated.

He helped the younger up, and let him wrap the blanket around himself as they walked to the bathroom that had Taehyung's toothbrush.

Hobi put toothpaste on it, wetting it, and then tried to hand it to Taehyung.

Taehyung, however, was still wrapped in his blanket, so he opened his mouth expectantly, still half asleep.

"You want me to brush for you?" Hobi laughed, endeared by Taehyung's cuteness.

The younger nodded, closing his eyes.

Hobi brushed Taehyung's teeth and tongue for him, careful not to trigger the younger's gag reflex in fear of getting barfed on.

When he finished, he rinsed Taehyung's mouth for him, and then rinsed the toothbrush, putting it back where it was originally.

When they got back to the living room, Jungkook was there giving Jimin something along with the promised glass of water.

"Here, Taehyung," he said, upon seeing the older two, "some medicine that Yoongi Hyung wanted me to give you and Jiminie Hyung."

"Thank you, kookie," Taehyung whispered, puckering and opening his lips so he could be fed the liquid medicine.

Jungkook poured it into Taehyung's mouth, while Hobi and Namjoon shared a look due to Taehyung's neediness, causing Jungkook to giggle.

"There you go, hyung. Yoongi said the soup won't be ready for at least an hour, and that you have to get some sleep in the meantime."

Taehyung nodded, and walked to the couch, plopping down onto it.

He fell asleep quickly.

Jungkook went to the kitchen and rinsed out the two tiny cups that had contained the medicine.

"Did they drink it?" Yoongi asked, to which Jungkook nodded.

Yoongi grunted, continuing with the soup.

It wasn't really soup, but was rice porridge, jook.

"Thank you, Jungkookie, for being so sweet to your hyungs," Jin said, coming over to hug Jungkook.

Jungkook blushed, "ahhh, hyung. It's okay. They're sick."

"Can you get two buckets from outside and put them by the couches?" Yoongi instructed Jungkook, "that way if they need to throw up again, they don't have to rush to the bathroom."

Jungkook nodded, and let go of Jin.

He went to the back porch, retrieving two buckets that he washed off in the hose.

He dried them with a towel before taking them to the living room.

He put one at each couch, right where Jimin and Taehyung's heads were.

"Are you okay, Namjoon hyung?" He asked Namjoon, who was reading at the end of the couch with Jimin's head still in his lap.

"I'm alright, Jungkook, thank you. Could you get me some water, though?"

Jungkook nodded, "where did Hobi Hyung go?"

"He went to the store really quick to get Jimin and Taehyung some things."

Jungkook nodded again, and got Namjoon some water.

He decided, afterwards, to just sit on one of the chairs in the living room and play on his phone; he wanted to be there in case any of his hyungs needed him.

Hobi got back 15 minutes later, with one bag in his hand.

He bought a water bottle and a Gatorade for both boys, medicines, and a thermometer.

"Once they wake up, I want to take their temperatures before they eat," Hobi explained, setting the bag in the kitchen quickly.

He came back to the living room and sat in the chair with Jungkook.

Suddenly, an alarm on Namjoon's phone went off.

He had kept the volume low, so that it wouldn't wake the others.

"Kookie, that was for Jimin's sheets. Can you please go switch them from the washer to the drier?"

Jungkook nodded, and squirmed out from under Hobi, who had been partially sitting on the younger.

Jungkook went to the washing machine, which had already turned off, and opened it to see Jimin's wet bedding.

He opened the drier, which was luckily empty, and switched the sheets over.

He set the drier to the correct settings, cleaning out the lent trap, and started it.

He came back to the living room just as Jin and Yoongi were getting there.

"Can I change my clothes, hyung?" He asked Namjoon.

Namjoon nodded, so Jungook left to put comfortable clothes on instead of the ones he had put on to go to practice.

"The food will be done in half an hour" Jin explained, sitting next to Hobi.

"Have they been sleeping okay? Have they woken up at all?" Yoongi asked, sitting in Jin's lap.

"They've been sleeping fine, hyung," Namjoon explained, "they've only been woken up a few times so we can take care of them."

Jin and Yoongi nodded, satisfied with the answer.

Just after, however, Jimin started to cough into Namjoon's thigh, so Namjoon set his book down and helped Jimin sit up.

He grabbed the bucket just in case, and Yoongi got up to get one of the water bottles from the stuff in the kitchen Hobi had gotten.

Jimin kept coughing, so he gladly took the water from Yoongi, opening it to gulp it down.

Namjoon put the bucket down once Jimin calmed down, noticing the frown on the younger's tired face.

"What's the matter, Jimin?" He asked.

"My throat hurts," Jimin whined.

Namjoon pulled Jimin against him, and wrapped the blanket around him tighter, "I'm sorry."

Jungkook came back with a white t-shirt and sweats, and was immediately told by Jin to get the bag from the kitchen.

Once Jin had it, he opened the thermometer.

"Let's check your temperature, Jiminie."

Jungkook went over and sat in Hobi's lap, laying against him, tired.

Hobi wrapped his arms around Jungkook's stomach, "don't tell me you're feeling sick, too," he joked.

Jungkook smiled at him, "I'm just tired, hyung."

Jimin whined when the cold thermometer was shoved under his tongue, resting there painfully.

It beeped a minute later, and Jin took it out, frowning at the displayed temperature.

"What is it, hyung?" Jimin asked.

"101.3°F," Jin informed.

"That's really high," Yoongi frowned, looking at Jin, "should we take them to the doctor, hyung?"

"Let's wait a few hours," Jin reasoned, "they can rest up a bit more, eat their porridge, get some liquids in, and take some more medicine. If they still get worse, then we'll take them in."

The others nodded in agreement, and Jimin nuzzled his head into the crook of Namjoon's neck.

"When did you start feeling sick, Jiminie?" Asked Hobi from the chair, looking curiously at the younger.

"Hmm," Jimin thought for a moment, on the verge of falling asleep, "late last night."

"What was that?" Namjoon asked, having not understood the words sense Jimin talked against his neck, causing his sentence to be distorted.

"Late last night, hyung," Jimin repeated, more clearly, "I woke up with a stomach ache and a sore throat. I threw up, too."

"What about Taehyung? Do you know?" Jin asked.

Jimin shrugged, "probably the same time."

Jin nodded, and stood up, "I'm going to change. You guys can, too," he looked at Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hobi.

Yoongi and Hobi followed Jin out of the room, and Jungkook came over to Namjoon.

"I'll be with them, hyung. You go change."

Namjoon smiled appreciatively, "thanks, Kook."

Namjoon carefully got up, causing the half-asleep Jimin to whine.

Jungkook sat in Namjoon's spot, Jimin curling into him, sitting sideways on his lap.

"I'll be back in a second, Kookie," Namjoon reassured, the aforementioned boy nodding.

"Can you rub my tummy, Jungkook?" Jimin asked, his voice raspy and high-pitched.

"Of course, hyung. Is it bothering you? Do you need to go to the bathroom?"

Jimin blushed again, "no, I went earlier."

Jungkook nodded, and put his hand under Jimin's shirt, gently massaging his stomach.

Jimin hummed, leaning into Jungkook more.

"You're so sweet, Jungkookie," he whispered, laying his head on Jungkook's shoulder.

Jungkook blushed. He didn't reply, and instead continued to massage his hyung's stomach.

Just then, he felt a kiss on his neck, and he could feel his face heat up at the feel of the wet lips on his skin, the hot breath fanning over it.

"J-Jimin," Jungkook stammered.

"So nice, Jungkookie. Thank you for taking care of me."

"You're w-welcome, hyung," Jungkook said.

"Jungkook," Jimin whined, moving his head from the crook of Jungkook's neck, moving to look at him.

Jungkook looked back, and Jimin suddenly leaned forward, connecting their lips.

Jungkook's eyes went wide, too stunned to move.

The kiss was only for a second, and then Jimin's head was back on his shoulder.

"Thank you for being such a good Maknae, Jungkookie," Jimin hummed.

"You're g-gonna get me sick, hyung," Jungkook pouted.

"Sorry," Jimin replied, his voice thick with sleep.

He fell asleep a few minutes later. And a few minutes after that, the others finally came back, all in pajamas and lounge wear.

"Are you okay, Jungkook?" Namjoon asked, taking notice of Jungkook's red face.

"Yes, hyung," he replied, "just hot from Jimin's body heat."

Namjoon nodded, and sat next to the two.

"Hot from his body heat," Taehyung replied from the smaller couch, his words slurred.

Jungkook's eyes went wide.

"Oh," Hobi said, sitting on one of the chairs, "You're awake, Tae baby?"

"I woke up a few minutes ago," Taehyung responded, not moving from where he was laying with his face pressed into the back of the couch, "can I get some medicine, hyung? My head is killing me."

"Of course, Taehyungie, I'll be right back," Hobi responded, getting up to go to the kitchen.

Jimin ended up waking up from gagging ten minutes later, and saw the bucket, leaning forward to grab it.

Jungkook helped him hold it in his lap while Jimin threw up, rubbing a reassuring hand down the older's back.

"Oh, Jimin," Namjoon said, shooting up from beside them to grab one of the Gatorade's from the bag on the coffee table.

When Jimin had finished throwing up, Jin took the bucket to rinse it out, and Namjoon helped him drink some of the Gatorade.

Jimin grimaced as he felt the stomach acids burning his mouth and throat, but was thankful for the soothing drink and the soothing hands running down his back.

"Are you okay, Jimin?" Jungkook asked, worried.

Jimin nodded, collapsing against Jungkook's stomach and chest.

Jin brought the clean bucket back, setting into back on the ground.

Ten more minutes passed with the two sickies sleeping peacefully when the porridge was ready.

Yoongi and Jin left to the kitchen to fix Jimin and Taehyung a bowl, while they were woken up.

"Jimin hyung," Jungkook whispered, gently shaking Jimin, "you need to eat, the food is ready."

Jimin whined, and pushed his face into Jungkook's chest.

Jungkook cradled Jimin's head for a moment before Jin came over with a bowl for Jimin.

"Jimin," he called, sitting next to the two, "you have to eat this. It will make you feel better."

Jimin moved his head so that the side was resting against Jungkook's chest, and opened his mouth.

Jin blew on a spoonful, before feeding it to Jimin.

"Can I feed him, hyung?" Jungkook asked, reaching for the bowl.

"Are you able to, Kook?" Jin asked.

Jungkook nodded, so Jin handed him the bowl.

Jungkook set it in Jimin's lap, and used his free hand (his other was wrapped around Jimin's back to support him) to spoon it out, blowing on it before feeding Jimin.

Yoongi was on the other couch feeding Taehyung, who would whine when Yoongi tried to tell him to eat on his own.

"You're acting like a bratty two year old, Tae," Yoongi chastised, though his fond, gummy smile contradicted his words.

Hobi laughed from his spot on the chair, and Namjoon smiled from the other side of Jimin and Jungkook, his face back in a book.

"No 'm not," Taehyung insisted, "feed me, Yoongi Hyungie."

"Aish, this kid," Yoongi grumbled, but fed Taehyung a bite, using his thumb to wipe the bit of porridge from the side of the younger's mouth.

"Jungkookie," Jimin mumbled, before taking the offered bite of his own porridge.

"Hm?" Jungkook said, smiling softly down at his sick hyung.

Jimin smiled mischievously, "nothin'."

Jungkook smiled, rolling his eyes at the older's silliness, "you're weird, hyung."

The two sickies finished their porridge, so Jin took their bowls to the sink to wash.

Yoongi gave them more medicine, before making them drink a bottle of water.

"My stomach is hurting again," Jimin pouted.

"Are you gonna throw up again?" Hobi asked worriedly.

Jimin shook his head no, "I don't think so, hyung. I want to sleep more."

Hobi nodded, "okay. Sleep then, baby."

Jimin settled further into Jungkook's lap, causing Hobi and Namjoon to look at the two fondly.

"Tae?" Hobi asked, "do you know how you guys got sick?"

"Last night before we went to bed, Jiminie and I went outside in the snow to see who could last outside the longest," Taehyung explained, his voice laced with sleep.

"Aish!" Yoongi exclaimed, "you're both sick because you were getting into mischief?"

Taehyung tried to laugh, but it turned into him having a minor coughing fit, causing Yoongi to grab the bucket.

Taehyung didn't throw up, so the bucket was placed back on the ground.

Namjoon had hid his face in his book upon Taehyung's confession to keep himself from laughing, and Jungkook was bunny smiling from where he was sitting with Jimin asleep in his lap.

"Yah," Jin smiled, "you two should know better. This is karma for being naughty, Taehyung-ah."

"You two could have froze to death!" Hobi countered, but he was also grinning.

Taehyung smiled sleepily, "but we didn't."

Yoongi shook his head, and rubbed Taehyung's side, "go to sleep, kid. Rest is important."

"Of course you'd say that," Taehyung muttered, but layed down and layed his head on Yoongi's thigh.

Yoongi merely rolled his eyes, running his hands through Taehyung's hair.