Taehyung unlocked the door and entered the apartment with Yoongi following behind him.

"Hobi-hyung!" he called while Yoongi carefully slid off his shoes, his hands occupied holding both the soup and his phone. "Your disgustingly sweet boyfriend is here with soup! Make a noise if you're alive..."

They both heard a raspy Hoseok call out a weak, "Yoongiii!" from his bed.

"Don't get up!" Yoongi rushed into the kitchen, where Taehyung was already holding out a spoon for him from the utensil drawer, and then toward the bedroom, "You're supposed to be resting!"

Yoongi opened the door to find the light on, the humidifier emitting a steady cloud of mist on the bedside table, and his boyfriend sitting propped up on his pillows, huddled under the blankets and inside an orange hoodie. A water bottle lay on the bed to his left and a tissue box to his right.

"Babe, this is not just a cold. Why didn't you tell me it was this bad?" Yoongi scolded, placing the back of his hand against Hoseok's forehead.

"Excuse me, I was taking care of him," Taehyung complained, sitting with a bounce on the end of the bed.

Hoseok turned toward the blue-haired boy, "Yes... Blease, Dae. Cobe ridt id." ["Yes... Please, Tae. Come right in" translated from sarcasm and stuffy nose]

"Ungrateful," Taehyung stated and turned to Yoongi, "I know he looks bad, but please trust me. We've been roommates for years. This is how Hobi gets sick - his body, like me, is beautiful but fucking overly dramatic. He'll probably be fine by tomorrow or the day after." Then, he addressed both of the older boys, "Anyway -- I need to hatch a plan, and I need both halves of your shared couple brain to be in on it. Hobi-hyung, eat your soup, or have Yoongi-hyung feed it to you - I don't care what y'all are into. You just need to listen."

Yoongi popped the lid off of the container and handed it to Hoseok, who stirred the contents and blew across a spoonful of soup in an attempt to cool it.

When Taehyung had the attention of both of the older boys, he began, "Hobi-hyung,- just a nod, you can keep eating - do you know this Jungkook person? Is he a good guy?"

Hoseok nodded and Taehyung continued, "I demanded a picture of him from Yoongi in the hallway and now I want to throw that bunny into a room with Jimin and lock the door. Jimin's been wrapped up in work and he's no fun - he's avoiding our bi-weekly breakfast date and being generally antisocial. He needs something to divert his attention away from whatever's stressing him... Jiminie deserves a diversion who can benchpress him and then fuck the shit out of him and I want to play cupid."

Hoseok, who had been about to eat another spoonful of soup, set the spoon back into the container and whispered, to spare his voice, "That was almost sweet. And then that mouth."

Taehyung ignored the criticism and turned to Yoongi, "You said it could work. How do we do this?"

"Well," Yoongi began, "In lieu of locking them in a room, we could, I dunno, introduce them. Let them meet."

Taehyung nodded, "They could meet because they were locked in a room together. Yes, keep talking."

"No, that's not--. Ughh." Yoongi rolled his eyes, "Just fucking invite them both over sometime... Why are you trying to make this into some huge scheme?"

"Because!," Taehyung hopped up off the bed as Hoseok nervously held his hot soup steady when the mattress shifted, "The meeting story has to be unique and cute, are you kidding me?!?!" the youngest looked genuinely offended that Yoongi didn't understand this.

Hoseok sat back sipping his soup as he watched the two bickering, an amused expression on his face. But then, it softened as, in his mind's eye, he replayed the story of how he met Yoongi.

He snapped his fingers to grab the attention of the other two without straining his voice, "It can be cute without being complicated, Tae." He cleared his throat as best he could before continuing softly, "Jiminie's feeling antisocial and Kookie's awkward as fuck - take them to a party and they'll find each other while looking for a place to hide."

Taehyung walked over to his best friend and pressed a kiss to his forehead, "I love your half of the couple brain! And I think your fever's going down," he smiled then added, with a stern look, "Finish your soup and go to sleep."

"Yes, Nurse Kim." Hoseok rolled his eyes.

"Hey -- drop the sarcasm or I'll get the costume," Taehyung threatened as he exited the bedroom.

Yoongi climbed onto the bed, moving the tissue box to sit next to his boyfriend. His eyes went wide, "God, he actually has one, doesn't he?"

Hoseok paused between sips of his soup, "Yep."

[a/n]

maybe one side ship is not enough

i need an armada

and maybe more drama

stay tuned

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