[A/N] Hi everyone! I'm sorry for the late updates; uni is sooo busy! I will try to update more regularly but tbh I can't promise anything because I have 14 novels to read and a million essays to write in 7 weeks, yay me! (Still love all my courses tho)
I'll do my best!
In the main time, enjoy some short fluff!
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[Yoongi's POV]
'NOO!! Aishhh!!' He throws the controller next to me on the couch as Yoshi falls off-road into the galaxy of rainbow road, resulting in him inevitably becoming 9th. We've been playing for I don't know how long, neither of us keeping track of time whatsoever.
Slowly he seems to begin to feel better. His eyes are now filled with a sparkle that I haven't seen that often before. Most of the time he has a sort of grey filter covering his whole face, making him seem lifeless and hurt.
I grin. 'That must've been, what, the seventh time? that I beat your ass today'.
'Well we'll see if you can keep that up!' Even his remarks are becoming better. He's not being shy and kept to himself anymore; the worried look is finally dripping away from his face.
I select the character Tanooki Mario, and the game starts.
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'HA TAKE THAT BANANA YOU SUCKER!!' I yell at the screen, battling people from around the world as Jimin takes a break from racing 'Did you see that? I truly am a genius in everything I do', I say with a smirk on my face, my eyes glued to the screen.
Jimin?'
I quickly look to my side and am greeted with a sleeping Jimin. His head is laying on the side of the sofa, his mouth half open whilst his hair is a total mess.
Cute.
He shouldn't sleep here. If he sleeps in this position, he most definitely will have a sore neck tomorrow, I shouldn't cause him more pain. But at the same time... waking him wouldn't be a good thing to do either. My Mom always told me the best thing to do when you're sick is sleep.
A quick debate is playing in my head, but his Mom finding him sleep here, still looking like this (even though he looks pretty good to me), he would have to explain himself, and clearly he doesn't want to bother his mom. I don't want to make him uncomfortable by having him be in a position where he has to lie to his mom.
As carefully as I possibly can, I wrap the blanket around him. At my touch, his head slightly moves and I immediately let go of him, but he doesn't seem to wake.
Carefully, I place my hands underneath his knees and back, and lift him up from the couch. He barely weights anything. I hold my breath for a moment, praying with all my heart that he doesn't wake up. I don't know if he wants me to lift him like this, that would be quite awkward. So please let him stay asleep.
The warmth he still radiates is clearly noticeable, and it gives me a sign that he definitely hasn't recovered yet. But his fever isn't the only thing giving me warmth; a glow is spreading through my body, seeing him lying here so innocently. This close, I can see all his little moles, his sharp jawline, even the little holes in his ears for earrings.
He looks so frail right now; his cheekbones pop out even more than usual and the grip I have on him makes it possible for me to feel his rib bones. He really can't handle something like a fever right now, his weight is way too low for that. I'm quite sure that his immune system is working on top speed, even though that might not be enough for him right now. If he'd just put on some more pounds... if only it were as simple as that.
When he slightly moves, I realise that I had been staring. He curls up in his blanket, keeping the edge of the blanket firmly in his fists whilst he turns his body towards me. I can't handle this any longer. I need to get him to his room before I lose it completely.
Step after step, I finally reach his room. Gently I lay him down on his bed, placing his head on the pillow that was still there and rearranging the blankets to fully cover him again.
It's a miracle he hasn't woken up yet, I tripped at least three times on my way to his room, because well... I didn't really watch where I was going as my eyes were glued to him, carefully keeping watch of every feature of his complexion.
In the distance I hear a clock striking. I check my phone: 23:00. Usually meetings don't last until midnight, so his Mom should be home any minute. I better get going.
As soon as the thought of leaving enters my mind, a sting of sadness hits me. I've been here all day, but it still doesn't feel like long enough.
I sight; I should leave. I lift myself from the side of the bed and it slightly bounces back not being bothered by my weight anymore.
I turn around for one final glance, when a thought pops in my head. I couldn't, could I? He's asleep, that wouldn't be... well... but he's asleep so he wouldn't notice...
The classic angel vs devil scene plays in my head, but like most times, the devil wins.
Before I can give it anymore thought and doubt my decision, I walk back to his bed, slowly hover above him, and let my lips touch his forehead.
'Sleep tight, Chimmy'.
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