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📍Summary: You are sick, and Jungkook takes care of you like his beloved baby you are.

📍Word count: 4.7k words (sorry, my fingers slipped >_< )

📍Warnings: you are sick, Jungkook helps you blow your nose, octopus plushie cameo, clingy kookie, donuts, Hello Kitty blankets, sneezes and snuggles, impromptu lullaby.

*This is a work of fiction*

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"Bun! I got your favourite Cinnamon donuts, baby!" Jungkook sang, closing the door behind him, cradling the sweet, baked richness in his burly arms.

"Honeybun!" he called out again, assuming you didn't hear him and placed the saccharine delight on the dining table.

"I even bought the blueberry cheesecake ones, if you don't like them I'll eat them," he teased, arranging the other groceries in the fridge.

However, when he heard no paddling of happy feet across the floor, or your giddy giggles, he grew suspicious.

"Bubba?"

He wiped his hands with a fleecy towel and walked towards your shared bedroom. But to his utter surprise, he was greeted by the legion of Cooky plushies and your other trinkets resting peacefully on the bed. Furrowing his eyebrows, he ran his inked hands on the neat, satin pink bedsheet.

It was cold and bereft of your warmth. Meaning you had been away for long.

Had you gone outside?

Usually, if you would be home, you would always pounce upon him and clung onto him like an adorable koala to welcome him. Or at least, acknowledge him with a fond kiss, or the very least, run your hands through his hair.

You weren't in the kitchen, living room, bathroom or the bedroom. So he thought you must have gone outside. Yet, just to satisfy his conscience, he dialed up your number to ensure you were safe and sound.

But what he didn't expect was his song 'Closer to you' to echo across the house. It was your ringtone and that meant you perhaps left your phone at home.

Closer, with the silk dress

Feelin' your warm embrace

Devil always tempting,

He held the phone to his ears and followed the notes of his own voice to track the gadget, only to find the sound coming from the guest room. The door was shut and muffled tunes played behind it.

We been tired

Restart again

Negative and positive

Bringin' us

"Closer. Closer to you~" he completed his love piece by cooing the mellifluous lyrics, whilst opening the door.

The scenery that greeted him was both winsome and risible. The familiar Hello Kitty blankets were mounted one over the other, resembling a turtle's shell. Curved and big. If he could be accurate, it looked like Patrick's rock house from SpongeBob SquarePants. The room was dim, with only the light from his phone and the curtains seeping in.

He turned the Kuromi lamp on and found the 'blanket shell' feebly breathing up and down, indicating it was alive.

His picture in pigtails, reflected as a lock screen from your phone beside the lamp. Your natural scent pervaded the entire room, making him sleepy. When his eyes skimmed over the bed, he found a little, blue colored, reversible-octopus-plushie resting beside the breathing shell.

The scowl on the octopus's face, acted like a signal for any imminent visitor, that the resident of the blanket shell was not in a good mood.

"Bubba? You're alright, baby?" he cooed softly, his lithe hands delicately caressing the fleecy shell and cajoling its inhabitant.

A hand sneakily crawled out of the shell, picking the frowning plushie and placing it in front of him, near the bedside. The blue colour of the miniature creature, emphasizing your temperament.

"I bought your favorite donuts, bubba, don't you wanna eat them?" he whispered to the shell, the latter instantly engulfing the octopus inside and wiggling in action. As if the delightful message stirred the emotional atmosphere inside it.

The sneaky hand made its advent again, now with the reversed, pink happy plushie, signaling that the news tickled it pink in content.

He smiled at your innocent playfulness, resisting the urge to undo the covers and squish you like his plushie in his arms. But somehow he was enjoying this little game of coddling his girlfriend.

"Hm, so will my honey bun not come out of her li'l burrow and give me a kiss? My lips are aching to kiss my girlfriend." He fondled the blankets and massaged the curve of your hips, lulling you with his cheesiness.

The plushie played its ruse again, shifting to its earlier blue and sad expression. Your boyfriend, now mirroring the same dejection as the octopus, feeling rejected.

"Babe...why, what's wrong? Did I do something wrong bubba? Are you upset with me?" he spoke solemnly, genuinely concerned and contrite.

Hearing him, you slipped your hand out and held his hand, interlocking your phalanges with his. But before he could kiss your hand and snuggle it to his cheeks, his eyebrows furrowed in surprise.

"Bubba! You're burning hot!" he exclaimed, immediately uncovering the layers of blankets that you had buried yourself in. Your sweating, starfish form, in Cooky pajamas and socks, greeting him.

He quickly placed his inked hands over your forehead, which was smoldering like a blazing furnace.

"Koo-bie..." was all you managed to mumble, with your eyes half lidded and forehead drenched in sweat. Your limp hands holding his for dear life.

"Baby! Oh my god. You're having a fever! Why didn't you call me? My poor baby." He carded your hair softly, and quickly rummaged through the bedside drawer to look for the thermometer to check your temperature.

"Koob don't- I already did- it's just a light fever-" you coughed, your voice hoarse and nose visibly swollen and irritated.

"Shh, let me check." He popped the thermometer between your puffy lips, and tucked the blankets below your chin. He was about to stand to get the medicine and water, but you held his wrist and whimpered a 'don't go'. He sighed and rubbed your forehead in consolation and got up to do his job.

"I'll get the medicine bubba, you need to take the medicine for your fever," he insisted and rummaged through the drawers in your bedroom to find the pills and other essential things.

He came back with a glass of water and a tablet, and urged you to open your mouth. You, being the good girl, put your tongue out for him to place the pill, and he helped you drink the water.

"Good girl." He massaged your head in lulling motions, and placed the blanket higher up, wrapping you up in a blanket burrito.

"Baby- you don't need to-" You unleashed a loud sneeze followed by whooping cough, your eyes watering up.

"And that adds to a cough syrup as well," he announced, taking out the cough syrup from your medicine box and pouring up the liquid in a tiny cup for you.

"My poor baby. How did you get so sick, I always tell you to wear warm clothes and take your supplements but you never listen," he chided you for your carelessness while showering you with his tender care.

"Koob no- it's very bitter. My tongue already feels bland- it tastes like I have paper in my mouth-ugh," you cried and averted your face away from him, your hand holding his wrist to stop him from air droning the acrid concoction in your mouth.

"Bubba, it's for your throat. You'll feel better. It will soothe your throat and help it heal. Please, for me?" He gave you the soft doe eyes that always had you melt like candle wax. You loved him so much that if he would say the sky was purple and grass was blue, you would believe it. That was how much you trusted him.

You hesitated, biting your lips and regarding the green liquid in his hand with fear, then your eyes landed on his honey orbs, dripping with concern mixed with care.

"Bun, if you have this, I'll feed you the Cinnamon donuts that I have got for you, hm?"

Your eyes lit up like Christmas lights at his offer, "Promise?"

"Promise. You can even try the new Cheesecake ones that I got for you to try." He winked and rubbed his thumbs over your bread cheeks, the heat radiating from them like fresh buns from the oven.

You resisted the urge to kiss his hand on your cheeks, and held his wrist to guide the syrup in your mouth. Tingles of disgust ran through your taste buds and you bravely swallowed the medicine.

"My best girl, my baby." He was about to kiss your forehead but you moved away, swatting away his chin lightly. He immediately froze at your action and his lips gave out a cherubic pout, his tongue in his cheek.

"Koob stay away, you'll get the - Achoo!" you cried out another sneeze, your tears now cascading down your cheeks and your nose feeling stuffy.

Jungkook promptly took out the tissues from the box and placed them on your nose, "Blow it out, baby."

Your eyes widened at his gesture, your cheeks flushing up even more, and not cause of the fever. "Koob- it's disgusting," you whined, while he placed the tissue over your itchy nostrils.

"Shh, nothing's disgusting. You're in pain bubba. Come on, blow it all out, you'll feel good." He nodded his head, exhorting you with his handsome, dimpled smile.

"Koobie," you protested.

"Y/N."

Upon him addressing you by your government name, you breathed out through your nose with alacrity, relieving its stuffiness. And he was right, you did feel good and your head felt lighter.

"Good job." He wiped your nose clean and threw the tissues in the dustbin. After cleaning his hands with the sanitizer, he caressed your cheeks lovingly, his lips unknowingly puckering up for a kiss. However, each time he tried to close the distance between you two, you pushed him away.

After a long sigh, he finally broke his silence, "By the way, why aren't you sleeping in our bedroom bubba? Our babies are all alone. They miss their mommy." He scrunched his nose and gave you a suggestive bunny smile. Now placing a wet cloth over your forehead to lower your temperature quickly.

Ah, talking of 'babies'. It was your couple argot, the babies being the plushies he gave you. Each time he would bring a new plushie for you, he would joke that 'here's a new descendant of the Jeon clan'.

It was also because you loved your plushies like your babies, which slept in between you both, every night. Much to Jungkook's envy. So to commiserate him, you told him that he shouldn't feel that way, since the fleecy babies were essentially his children and he was their daddy. His job should be to protect his babies, and treat them with care. To never let them fall on the floor or get squished.

"Because, I don't want my germs to contaminate our bedroom baby. You still have to sleep there tonight. What if you get sick as well? I don't want that." You rolled under the heavy blankets, cozying up in your shell. The syrup, making you feel sleepy and dizzy.

He blinked his eyes once, twice and thrice. Though his heart swelled up with the love it pumped every day for you, he couldn't let himself go through that torture.

"And what makes you think, I'll leave my sick bun all alone and sleep in our bedroom? Away from you? Separate? Nah- not happening!" He jumped over you to land on the mattress beside you, his brawny arms and toned thighs clasping you over the blankets. Caging you like a Koala. He was about to nuzzle his head in your neck, but you pushed him away.

"Koobie! Please baby, I'm serious. You'll catch a cold and fever too, bubba. Please baby, hm? Just for one night?" you tried to convince him, scratching him with your phalanges against your restraint to touch him.

"I'd rather have a cold and fever and be in your arms, than sleep alone on that cold bed. I don't care. Now come here." He clutched you tighter, hovering above you with his knees straddling your blanket clad torso.

Your mind raced to think of something and distract him from snuggling you and invite germs to himself. Then you got reminded of his promise.

"Okay, I'll cuddle you Koobie. But before that you have to feed me those donuts you bought. I'm hungry!" You tugged his head from your bosoms and gave him puppy eyes.

He garnered all his self control to detach from your pillowy paradise and raised his chin up.

"Me hungry Koobie. Baby needs to be fed. Won't you feed your Bun?" you feigned the syrupy, sweet voice despite your sore throat, your fever flushed cheeks, inveigling him more than ever. You batted your eyelashes innocently and puffed your cheeks. And with one last cute "Hmm?" from you, he was a goner.

He tumbled down from the bed and landed on his butt from your cuteness attack. Your adorable plump lips, with demure fluttering of your eyelashes, geared him in action. His heart, literally hopping like a rabbit out of his chest.

"Of course! I will feed my Bun!" He slapped his cheeks to regain his senses, hypnotized and spell bound by you. Your effect, still being heavenly potent even when you were sick. He stood up and made a run for the kitchen, feeding you now being his life mission.

"Good boy," you crooned and proceeded to get buried in your blanket fortress, making sure that when he returns, all the sides are locked in.

After a few minutes, you could hear the sounds of Jungkook scouring around in the kitchen, humming tunes while he prepared your meal.

You were sure you had bought enough time to catch some sleep and prevent Jungkook from lingering around you and your germs. With all sides of your little fortress completely sealed, there was no way he could cuddle you and surrender himself to sickness.

Jungkook's dulcet voice, and the syrup's stuporous effect, lulled you to your dreamland. Soon, you succumbed to your slumber.

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"Bam, it tickles baby, stop licking mommy's face-ugh-" you whined in sleep, your eyes shut. Your body felt squished and trapped. Even if you tried to wiggle out your hand to pull your Doberman son away, you were unable to do so.

You felt his fur brushing your neck and his supple, warm tongue on your décolletage. "Bammie, bub-" you cooed gently, and pried your eyes open, the latter falling out of their sockets up on absorbing the sight before them.

What you thought was Bam's fleecy fur, was actually a silky mop of black hair. And the dewy sensation, akin to Bam's lapping you up, was in fact, your boyfriend's drool dampening your top. His puffy, ringed lips were ajar and he was kissing your neck, nestled in it.

"Koobie! Babe, what are you doing here? I told you- how did you even break in through my-" you scrabbled around, confused. Your eyes skimmed over the thick blankets which were still intact. And now you were even having a third blanket - that was your boyfriend wrapped all over you.

"Ah," he breathed out a dopey yawn, chapping his lips, sleep tears glistening his eyes. The latter, eyeing you with mischief and love.

"Koobub! Ugh you will get sick baby!" You smacked your head in the pillow, feeling defeated.

"You really thought, I'd not get in huh? Now you're trapped in my Kookoon," he giggled and wiggled the entire blanket cocoon, mimicking a moving silkworm.

"It's not funny, Jungkook." You rested your arms on either side of your head, not blessing him with your touch.

"Yes, it's cosy and warm. I could get used to sleeping like this." He rested his cheeks against your bosoms, cuddling your closer. His eyes fluttered shut in bliss.

You suppressed the urge to sneeze while he was that close to you, but your nose felt extremely itchy, "Koobub- I- am about to ah-Achoo!". Your thunderous sneeze was muffled by him promptly, placing a tissue over your nose.

"God bless you, my angel." He kissed your cheek and helped you with the tissue.

From where did he even get the tissue? He was trapped in the blanket with you?

"From- where did you even get that?" Your eyes grew wide in surprise and you wiped your nose, taking the tissue from him.

"I have prepared everything for you in my Kookoon, baby. Reminds me, donuts?" He pulled out the box of donuts, and placed it on the mattress beside you.

"What-from- when- how did you even get that?" you blurted out befuddled, now pulling up and checking the blankets. The latter, seeming like an endless pit of goodies from your boyfriend. He was literally pulling out treats for you like rabbits from a magician's hat.

"Oh yes! How can I forget about the hot chocolate!" He pulled out a tray, with two mugs of piping hot chocolate, with frothed hearts over them.

"How did you- what the hell Koobie! How- where was this and how did it not spill-" you threw away the blankets, utterly stupefied and rubbing your eyes.

"Shh, don't stress Bun, it's not good for the baby," he crawled closer to you and snuggled you in his lap, stuffing your rambling mouth with the glazed pastry.

"But hmph- baby? Whose baby?" You chewed fast, almost choking while he caressed your hair gently.

"You. My baby. You're my baby. Now eat slowly hm? Here drink this-" he tucked your hair and made a little ponytail, slipping off your Cinnamoroll scrunchie from his hand.

"When did you get my scrunchie? Hmph-!" He placed the mug over your lips and helped you sip, a froth mustache, gracing your pouty lips.

"Hush. Drink it all. It will keep your tummy warm." He massaged your back while slurping and eating the donuts with you. His pecs acted as a cushion and his thighs being your comfiest seat.

While you mewled, savoring the sweet pastry, Jungkook placed the back of his palm over your forehead, gauging your temperature. "Ah I'm glad the medicine worked, you ain't hot anymore."

You tilted your head to give him a sullen pout, the cream smeared all around your lips and fingers. "What do you mean I'm not hot anymore?"

He took your fingers and kissed them clean, followed by wiping your pout with the tissue. "My bun's always hot, and her heart warm. What I meant is the fever is gone baby. In fact you're even hotter when sick- you get what I mean?" He snuggled you closer in an eskimo kiss, taking the bite of the donut in your hand, leaving you blushing.

"Stawp baby- you're making me hot now!" You fanned your cheeks and he wrapped the blankets around you two, in case you tried to escape.

"Bubba," you spoke after finishing the donuts, your head listening to your lullaby which was his heartbeat. Your phalanges squished his clothed pecs every now and then.

"Yes baby?" he replied, combing your hair in therapeutic circles.

"Wanna wash hands, but don't wanna leave Koobie's warm Kookoon," you giggled, dancing your nails on his chest, drumming his heartstrings.

"Hm, we can still do that."

"But how?"

He just chuckled and proceeded to fold the covers around you, like you were his baby. Your eyes glittered with excitement and shock when he swaddled you in the fleecy quilt, leaving no part of you uncovered, except your face.

"Koobie!" you screamed when he knelt down the bed and stood up, your arms laced around his neck and sticky hands far apart from his locks, waiting to be washed.

"See? It was this easy." He walked over to the washroom and lowered you a bit closer to the basin, so that you could wash your hands and brush your teeth. His one hand rested securely on your bum while the other tapped the towel on your giggling mouth. All this, while he brushed his teeth as well.

"You really baby me huh?" You pinched his cheek, wiping his mouth with the towel as well, your eyelashes fluttering with profound affection for your man.

"I try to. But don't get used to it. We both know I'm your big baby," he joked, ushering his lips closer to peck you.

But alas, you placed the fleecy towel over his mouth to discipline him.

"Uh-huh. I still have a sore throat. We have already messed it up big time. I don't want to take the risk," you preached, tapping his shoulder to ferry you back to your nest.

"Baby. This is not fair. I'm dying to kiss you. What if- I die of being kiss-sick? Being kiss-starved? I can't take it anymore," he groused, puffing his cheeks and plumping his lower lip, clearly voicing his petulance.

"Gosh. Stop being dramatic Koobie!" you guffawed hard, up on seeing him so whipped for your lips. While he made moue, and placed you back on the mattress, the blanket Kookoon, still intact.

He huffed and puffed his cheeks, his inked hands gripping the hem of his oversized, black shirt. His eyes, dripping with puckish fervour. He knelt down on the bed before you, slowly stripping his shirt off his brawny frame.

His chiseled pectorals and rippling abs were blinding you with their bodacious glory.

"What- wha Koobub- what are you doing?" you asked, tongue tied and almost salivating at his delectable visuals. You placed your manicured phalanges in the valley of his beefy chest, disciplining his playful and flirtatious advances towards you. He was biting his ringed lips and his eyelashes did a top to bottom check on you. Shamelessly eyeing you like his juicy carrot, wrapped in his blanket.

"Am I doing something, Y/N, hm? Baby?" He crawled further, caging you and having you trapped in the blanket's and his embrace. His sinewy arms, placed on either side of your head as your back fell flat on the bed.

"No Koobie. You know I'm sick. You'll get cold-" your speech was cut short when darkness shrouded your face and you felt the fabric redolent of his scent, being placed over your head. Before you could voice your confusion, your arms slipped through his baggy shirt.

"There you go, you gotta stay warm bubba," he said, having you wear his shirt over your pajamas as an extra layer. He then proceeded to climb under the blankets with you, wrapping you both like a double patty subway sandwich.

"Koobie! No bubba! You'll catch a cold. And with me? Baby, please wear something and go in our bed bub, please listen to me," you babbled continuously, to his deaf ears. He did not listen, just snuggled his head in your bosoms, as his cushion. While his arms slithered like a ribbon around your torso.

"Baby, you really underestimate me huh? I'm Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook. The father of our Cooky babies. This little cold can't do anything to me. I'm a strong man, baby. I'll be fine. Now at least cuddle me, since you will not kiss me. Who knows, I may not wake up tomorrow due to kiss deprivation-" his egregious words were cut short by your plush petals, enveloping his, to stop him from speaking further.

"Never joke about that, Jungkook. I don't like it." You instantly broke the kiss, and cupped your palm over his dewy lips. The latter puckering up and chasing your lips again.

"My plan worked, now come resume what you started my naughty girl." He sneaked his hands firmly behind your nape, and closed the distance between your lips, quenching their thirst.\

After a soft tussle of tongues and desire, he let you breathe again, nudging his nose against yours.

"Koobub! You're so-! This was your plan? To emotionally blackmail me to kiss you? Now you ain't getting anymore kisses, good night!" you feigned your sulkiness and betrayal, burying in the pillows beside him, while he chased after you, uttering 'Sorry' and 'I love you' multiple times.

You smiled in delight, your heart, still fluttering from the searing kiss he gave you. He was such a good kisser, it always left you craving for more. You wanted more, but you had to hold your ground for his health. Even though you both had messed up already, you still were worried about him. A sore throat was an extremely torturous thing to wake up to.

While you pretended to sleep with your back facing him, your bunny hopped over your hips to lie in front of you. He really performed a mini tumble over you, and squished himself between your arms. His nose embedded in your neck and thigh placed over your hip.

"Good night, Bun." He pecked your cheek and inhaled your sweet, soporific scent. Your cushiony bosoms, and your silky hair caressing him to his sleep.

You sighed, giving in and calling it a night.

"Bless you, my Koobub."

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Next morning

"Ah-"

"Agh-"

"Achoo!"

"Bun! Baby I'm dying, please save me!" Jungkook cried, blowing out the tenth tissue and crumpling it beside his blanket. His button nose, all rouge and swollen like a cherry. His apples were flushed like a summer tomato and his lips were plump like strawberries. In short, he was now reaping the seeds he had sown, while he had thrown caution to the winds.

6 am. Exactly, 6 am you were awoken by Jungkook's whimpers and coughing, he was constantly wheezing due to his cold. And now, his body was simmering hot due to the bubbling fever.

"Koobub. I told you, this would happen. But you never listen. Here drink this soup baby, you'll feel better. Hm?" You blew cold air over the piping broth, spoon feeding it to him, after giving him his medicine.

He blew his nose the 11th time and pouted his lips, opening his mouth to slurp the delicious soup. "Hmm, it's so warm, my throat feels better," he mewled, furrowing his eyebrows, mimicking his classic frown of fulfillment.

"Good boy, eat this whole bubba, it has garlic and ginger which will soothe your throat hmm?" you combed his bangs on his forehead to tie them up in a fountain ponytail, so he could eat peacefully.

After he was done with the meal, you wiped his mouth and tucked him under the Hello Kitty blankets. You turned the lights dim, so he could rest, but before you could leave to attend to the house chores, he held your wrist.

"Bun, baby," he babbled sleepily, the medicines making him woozy. His eyelids were fluttered shut, and at any moment he was about to plunge into his dreamland.

"Yes Koobie?" You sat down on the bed beside him, massaging his forehead to lull him to sleep.

"Could you- could you sing me to sleep?" he asked, brushing his cotton lips against your arm to cajole you, his eyes half lidded.

You smiled at the precious angel in your arms, who was also your boyfriend. God really blessed you, you thought. His heart was literally a cotton candy, in human form. Sweet, soft and easily melted.

"Aw my Koobub, you're so cute, I'll eat you up one day, I swear," you caressed his bread cheeks, playing with his fountain hair.

"Well, you can eat me anytime baby, I won't mind. I am always ready to be suc-" you cupped his blabbering mouth and cleared your throat to sing.

"Be a good boy. And don't ruin the cuteness,"

"Hmph-Bun!"

You then started with your self composed lullaby for him.

"My sweet little bunny,

My Koobie

is going to sleep.

Closing his eyes, and fluffing his cheeks,

My Koobie

is about to sleep.

With angels' blessing,

And my singing,

My Koobie

is drifting to sleep.

Have sweet dreams and rest.

Cause you're the best.

My best boy,

My sweet Koobie

is now asleep."

You concluded your enchanting motions and dulcet lullaby up on hearing soft snores escaping his heart shape nostrils. His lips were smacking softly like a baby, as he drifted into his peaceful Kookieland in your arms.

You raised the blanket over him, and patted his back gently, deciding to stay by his side for a few minutes which stretched to an hour. Not wanting to leave your precious beloved alone.

"I love you my Koobie."

He shifted in his sleep and clutched you tighter, mumbling incoherent nothings in his sleep.

໒꒰ྀི˶˃ᆺ˂˶ ꒱ྀིა

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