Jin gently blew on the spoonful of hot soup, cooling it before bringing it to Yoongi's lips. Yoongi hesitated, eyes fixed on his only hyung, feeling a strange warmth in his chest. He had always been the caretaker, the one who pushed through every illness with sheer willpower and pills. But now, seeing Jin so tender and attentive, spoon-feeding him, was a foreign feeling—one he wasn’t used to. Did he like it? The embarrassment warming his face said he did.
Yoongi’s ears turned crimson as he recalled the kiss they had shared earlier. Now, being taken care of so intimately made his heart flutter. He kept quiet, gaze lingering on Jin. *Beautiful.* Jin was always the most handsome, the one who looked effortlessly perfect no matter what he wore.
Jin noticed Yoongi's flushed cheeks and couldn't help but chuckle. Setting the tray aside, he reached out and ruffled Yoongi's soft hair, causing the younger to whine and turn his head. Jin found it endearing—the Yoongi who was usually stoic now resembled a flustered kitten.
That’s when the door creaked open, revealing the three youngest members. Their eyes widened in surprise, taking in the sight of their fierce, composed hyung being fed soup, looking so timid beside Jin.
Jin immediately sensed the chaos that could ensue if they spoke. “Are we leaving for practice now?” he asked, effectively cutting off any comments they might have had.
Jimin, who was staring at Yoongi with wide eyes, simply nodded. Yoongi’s red face, nestled close to Jin, made his heart beat wildly.
Jungkook and Taehyung opened their mouths to tease, but Jin shot them a look, shutting them up. “Yoongi still has a fever. Don’t make noise. I’ll be out soon,” Jin said in a tone that left no room for argument.
The maknaes shuffled out, casting glances back at Yoongi before sulking into the living room, where Namjoon sat scrolling through his phone. They dropped onto the couch, sighing dramatically.
“Hyung looked so... pretty,” Taehyung murmured, his eyes distant. “Was he always this pretty?”
Jimin, lost in his thoughts, nodded absently. He had always admired Yoongi, but now his admiration seemed to be mixed with something deeper, something that made his heart pound.
"And the room smelled so good," Jungkook added dreamily, earning nods of agreement from the others.
“Yeah... Yoongi smells really nice... I wanna be there too,” Taehyung sighed, resting his chin on his hand.
Namjoon, overhearing their conversation, frowned. It felt as if Jin was trying to keep Yoongi all to himself. A surge of irritation washed over him, and he stood up, heading toward the kitchen where Hobi was getting ready for practice.
Jin entered the kitchen a moment later, setting the soup bowl in the sink. He filled a glass with water and gathered Yoongi’s fever medicine. Namjoon and Hobi approached him with a hint of concern.
“How is Yoongi-hyung?” Namjoon asked.
“Still has a fever. I’m getting him his medicine,” Jin replied, turning to leave, but Hobi stopped him.
“We’re getting late. Give it to me. You should get ready,” Hobi suggested gently.
Jin paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he considered the proposition. “I’m not going today. Someone needs to stay and take care of him,” he stated firmly.
“But you haven’t learned the new choreography yet,” Hobi countered, a hint of worry in his voice.
Jin raised an eyebrow. “So who’s going to stay with Yoongi, then?”
“Jimin can stay. He learned the choreography with me yesterday,” Hobi replied.
Jin’s mind raced. He remembered the way Jimin had looked at Yoongi earlier, eyes soft and longing. The idea of leaving them alone unsettled him. “How about Jungkook?” Jin suggested quickly. “He’s learned it already, right?”
Hobi nodded, though he seemed slightly confused. “Wouldn’t it be better if Jimin is there to help with teaching us?”
“But Yoongi-hyung is pretty sick... Will Jungkook be able to take care of him?” Namjoon asked, uncertainty lacing his tone.
Jin chuckled softly. “Oh, come on. Our evil bunny might seem like a baby, but he’s surprisingly sensible when it comes to taking care of his hyungs.” Jin’s eyes twinkled with a bit of pride for their youngest.
Hobi and Namjoon glanced at each other before nodding in agreement. Jin was right.
After getting ready, they all went to check on Yoongi one last time. Jin knelt by Yoongi's bedside, brushing a hand over his forehead gently. “You still have a fever,” he murmured, concern etched on his face. “I’m worried. You need a doctor.”
Yoongi felt his face heat up at the contact, and his blush didn’t go unnoticed by the others. “I called Suho-hyung... He isn’t picking up,” he admitted quietly.
“Then let's call our manager to get someone,” Namjoon suggested, already pulling out his phone.
“No,” Yoongi quickly interjected. “It has to be hyung. He’ll call back, I’m sure.”
Jimin frowned. “I don’t get it... Your secret is out now. Why does it have to be him?”
Yoongi sighed, shifting under the blankets. “It’s just... I’d feel more comfortable if it’s him. He knows everything.”
The other members exchanged glances, jealousy creeping into their expressions.
“Okay, stop. We get it. We’re leaving then,” Taehyung grumbled, his eyes avoiding Yoongi’s.
Yoongi nodded, his gaze settling on Jungkook, who was grinning at him with his usual bunny smile. “Take care of him,” Jimin said quietly, his voice strained.
Jungkook nodded eagerly, his eyes sparkling with determination. “I will,” he promised.
As they filed out, leaving the omega and the maknae alone, Jin shot one last glance over his shoulder, his heart filled with both concern and trust in the youngest to take care of their precious Yoongi. The room door closed softly, leaving behind a comforting quiet.
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