Hey guys. Sorry I skipped my daily update yesterday. I got a little distracted by vkook. But we're back in the swing of things let's go.

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Jimin's POV

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I blinked at the watery moonlight filtering into the room. I looked around. The setting seemed off. Then I remembered I wasn't at home. My eyes widened. Fuck! Mom was so going to kill me when I got home.

I focused on Hoseok's sleeping form for a moment. He was red with fever, and he looked highly uncomfortable. He was under his blanket, and I was on top, and I could still feel the heat radiating off of him. He mumbled something and rolled to face the other direction. My eyebrows drew together with worry. I hoped he'd be okay. I dug my phone out of my pocket.

"Jiminie!" I winced when my name was shouted, glancing over to the sleeping Hoseok. He rolled onto his stomach next. Good. He was still asleep. "Thank God sweetie I've been so worried!"

"Sorry Mom," I mumbled sheepishly. "I'm over at Hoseok's house right now. We were talking and I guess we fell asleep. I didn't mean to worry you."

"It's alright Jimin, thank you for calling me when you woke up. Are you coming home?"

"I know it's a school night, but do you think I can stay here?" I asked hopefully. "Hoseok's kind of sick and I was keeping an eye on him." Half right anyway.

"As long as you come straight home after school tomorrow, then yes, that is fine," mom replied, and I grinned. "Goodnight sweetie. Try not to get sick!" I chuckled as I hung up. I kicked off my jacket and socks, deciding to sleep in my undershirt and pants.

"Jimin?" A groggy voice asked. I looked over and noticed Hoseok half-sitting, gazing around in confusion. "What time is it?" I tisked at him, gently easing him back until he was laying down. He was sweating, so I began to wrestle him out of his clothes. "What are you doing?" He struggled against me.

"Easy now," I soothed, yanking his sweater over his head. "You're going to burn if you stay bundled up like this. It would be better if you had on something cool. Do you want me to get you anything?" He seemed to ponder that for a moment.

"In the top drawer of my dresser is a bunch of shorts," he said at last. "I'll take a pair of those." I nodded, swinging myself off the bed. I heard him groan, but decided not to pay attention to him. I rifled around the drawer, trying to find the shortest pair he had. When I turned back, he was lying face down.

"Hoseok?" I asked, and he lifted his head off his pillow. I held out the shorts I'd grabbed him, and politely turned away so he could change. Seeing him shirtless twice was enough for me, thanks.

"Jiminie?" I looked back and saw he was laying in just his shorts, his legs tangled in his covers. "Are you going to go home?" He sounded like he really didn't want that. I shook my head, smiling softly.

"My mom gave me permission to spend the night, if that's okay with you." Wordlessly he held his arms out, pouting. I laughed. He was cute when he pouted. I crawled into bed with him again, letting him wrap his arms around me again. "I hope you take a shower in the morning," I teased gently, prodding his bare chest. Huh. He had hidden muscles.

"Maybe," he mumbled, toying with my hair. If he kept it up he would lull me to sleep. "I don't know if I'll go to school. Oh!" Suddenly he was at far away from me as his bed would allow. "Shit Jimin you're going to get sick." He looked horrified by the idea. "You should go home so you don't get sick."

"I've been here all day," I reminded him. "I'm probably going to get sick regardless, so I might as well stick around for a little bit." Still, he seemed very hesitant. "Alright," I said with a shrug. I rolled to my other side. "No cuddles then." I squeaked when I was pulled backwards suddenly.

"I like cuddles," Hoseok said stubbornly. He buried his face between my shoulder blades. I just smiled, staying as still as possible so he could get some more rest. Before too long his subtle movements stilled. He must've fallen back asleep.

As carefully as I could, I rolled myself over to face him. His color had returned to normal, though sweat still glistened off his forehead. I gently dabbed his face with the corner of his blanket. He was so freaking cute when he slept. Suddenly his face contorted into a grimace. He gripped his blanket tightly. I stared at him wide-eyed. What was going on?

"Jimin..." He mumbled. "No..." Now I was just confused. Was he dreaming about me. "I'm so sorry..." I shook my head, resting my palm against his cheek. His hand flew up of its own accord, covering my smaller one.

"I forgive you Hobi," I whispered to him. "Go to sleep now, okay? It's all alright." Slowly, his tense posture relaxed. I twined my fingers with his and gingerly lowered our hands to his side. Slowly, I leaned forward until our foreheads touched. I pecked his cheek, then settled in for some rest.

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Math wasn't quite the same without Hobi next to me. I wasn't even sure why. It wasn't like we'd talked much lately. But I'd grown so used to his constant presence that something just felt so incredibly wrong with him not here. Not that his absence was that noticable to anyone else. A fourth of my first period class was out with the flu. Namjoon and Hoseok just happened to be two of the ones affected.

"How was Hoseok anyway?" Jin asked, turning his chair to face me. With so many students gone, Mr. Lee decided it would be pointless to try and teach, so he'd told us we'd have a free period today. A lot of us still did our work though. Just because there wasn't a lesson didn't mean we got to miss out on our work. Jin must've been done. "I'd wondered if he'd gotten sick."

"He did," I agreed. "I went over to talk to him yesterday. He'd vomited, then he spent a majority of our time with a fever and a cough." Jin scooted away from me a bit. "Jungkook was sick yesterday, so I imagine Taehyung is going to get it. He hates when Kookie is sick, so he dotes on him all day long."

"That's really sweet," Jin admitted. "I'd do that with Namjoon if I didn't want to get sick myself. Aren't you worried?" I just shrugged.

"Not really," I said. "I don't like this school much, so staying home sick wouldn't be the worst thing in the world." Jin just frowned. I really didn't make it that big of a secret that I wasn't happy here, right? My phone buzzed. "Oh hold on," I said to Jin, answering it without looking at the caller ID. "Hello."

"Jiminie!" Hoseok whined. I held the phone away from my ear at his outburst. "I'm so bored. Why couldn't you have stayed home with me today?" Jin raised an eyebrow at that comment. "Can you bring me some ice cream when school lets out?" he continued. "I want ice cream." I laughed, shaking my head.

"I'll text mom," I promised, hoping she'd say it was alright. "What kind of ice cream?"

"Chocolate," he said. "Thanks Jiminie, you're the best." He hung up, and I was left in a whirlwind of thoughts. What just fully happened? Jin laughed.

"Back to Hoseok's, huh?" he asked. I just shrugged helplessly. I guessed. If mom said it was okay. "Chocolate ice cream is his favorite. Though I'm surprised he didn't ask Yoongi to bring it."

"I dunno. I did spend the night at his house last night. Maybe he assumed I'll go pick up the few things I left there and I'll just pick up some ice cream on the way back."

"You spent the night with him?" Jin asked. Again, I shrugged. "He never let anyone spend the night at his house."

"There was a good chance the fever burned his brain," I reminded Jin, and he smirked. "All we did was lay in bed and sleep," I added. "It's not like anything exciting happened."

"But you wanted there to be," the pink-streaked-haired boy said innocently, and I flared bright red. "Ah ha, so you admit it," he accused, pointing a finger at me.

"Shut up Jin," I said, and he just grinned. He reached out and ruffled my hair.

"My little mochi is so cute when he's embarrassed," he teased, which certainly didn't help my already pink cheeks. Sometimes he was a pain in my ass, but I did really appreciate his friendship.

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"Hobi hyung?" I asked as I let myself into his house after school that day. Mom told me it was okay, but I had to be back before dark. I clutched a bag with his ice cream in it. "Are you here hyung?" I asked.

"Right here," he replied, making his way to the living room, drying his hair with a towel. He looked a lot better today. His coloring was normal, and he moved about gracefully, not sluggishly like before. He broke into a huge grin. "Hey ChimChim," he greeted me.

"ChimChim?" I asked, handing him the bag. He took it and peered inside, his eyes lighting up on his chocolatey treat. "Where did that come from?" He shrugged, digging into his ice cream.

"Dunno," he replied, his mouth full. I wrinkled my nose. "It sounds cute. You call me Hobi." He waved his spoon at me. "I get to call you ChimChim." I held up my hands.

"Alright, alright," I agreed at last. Truth be told, the more he said it, the more I liked it. Don't get me wrong, if anyone else said it, I'd probably punch them into next week.

"I'll call you Chimmie for short," he said, obviously pleased with himself. I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," I said, wandering g down to his room to gather the last of my belongings. He followed me back, leaning against the door frame as he watched me run back and forth.

"You help me sleep at night," he said simply. I nearly face planted. Oh Hoseok how dare you? "Seriously though that was the fastest I've ever fallen asleep after waking up in the middle of the night."

"Which was also kind of my fault," I reminded him. "You might have stayed asleep if i hadn't called my mom."

"Yeah well, moms worry about us," he reasoned. Damn him for being so level headed. "That's what they do after all." I straightened, repositioning the bag on my shoulders.

"I should probably go home, on that note," I said. "I hope you're back at school tomorrow," I added. "It's not quite the same without you in math class." He smiled, setting his ice cream on the night table. He kissed my cheek. His lips were cold.

"Alright Chimmie," he said. "I'll try my best." He chuckled. "Get going before you give your mom another panic attack." I needed no further prompting, and I fled. As I ran, my hand flew to my cheek. I could still feel his lips on my skin.

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Kind of filler, kind of not. Lots of cuteness though. ​