hey, in case you don't read cupid and don't know yet, I'll be taking exams for the next two weeks and won't be able to update, but after school's out I'll make sure to have a nice long chapter for you guys
(or maybe a day in the life of namjinkook, I haven't quite decided)

       Yoongi winced as he downed another cup of coffee, the bitter taste staining his tongue and throat. He was sat on the floor in Jimin's room, wanting to get work done but not wanting to be too far away, just in case Jimin needed him. Jimin was asleep in his bed, half naked and covers kicked off as he tried to sweat out his fever. Yoongi himself was exhausted, but couldn't bring himself to sleep. Not with Jimin as sick as he was.

       Jimin rolled over and Yoongi instinctually reached his hand up and grabbed onto Jimin's arm, keeping him from rolling out of the bed. Yoongi kept his eyes trained on his computer screen, so when Jimin woke up it went unnoticed. Jimin watched Yoongi type away on his keyboard, watched him take another drink of the coffee before scooting his body over and pulling the covers back.

       "Daddy, come sleep." Jimin said quietly, reaching out and tugging on Yoongi's shirt. Yoongi looked at him and shut his computer. "You're tired, come sleep."

       "I'm fine, baby. Go back to sleep, okay? You need to rest and get better. Taetae and Seokie want to hang out soon, but we can't until you get better." Jimin pouted and pulled at Yoongi's shirt again.

"Daddy please," Jimin whined, high pitched from the back of his throat. Yoongi's eyebrows shot into his hairline because that sound and he was crawling into Jimin's bed before he could think any better.

"You have to let me sleep against the wall, kitten, just in case you need to get up." Yoongi didn't actually plan on falling asleep, but he figured he should take Jin's advice. He didn't fancy being thrown up on. Jimin quickly switched him places and Yoongi laid against the wall, pulling Jimin's back to his chest. Yoongi absentmindedly rubbed the bare skin of Jimin's stomach, lulling him slowly back to sleep.

       Yoongi rested his head against Jimin's and pulled him closer to his side. Jimin sighed in his sleep and snuggled his body closer to Yoongi, and even though he was burning up Yoongi's body heat was welcome. Yoongi's eyes were closing before he could do anything about it.

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       Yoongi rubbed Jimin's back as the younger boy leant over the toilet. He was shaking violently under Yoongi's hand and Yoongi wanted nothing more than to take him to the doctor to get him some proper care and medicine, but Jimin refused. He said he didn't like the doctors, that it was too cold and too scary. Yoongi didn't try to push him to be Big in the state he was in, even though he knew that Jimin wouldn't have a problem going for a checkup if he was an adult.

       So instead Yoongi just rubbed his back and whispered meaningless things in his ear as the younger boy clutched to the toilet. Jimin was crying, complaining that his tummy hurt and that his throat burned and that he was tired.

       "I know, kitten, I'm sorry." Yoongi said. He'd tried to give Jimin the liquid medicine he'd found in his cabinet, but Jimin had thrown it all back up merely an hour later. Jimin reached up and flushed the toilet before turning around in Yoongi's lap and wiping his nose and mouth on Yoongi's shoulder. "Do you want to try to eat something? We have to keep your electrolytes up if you want to get better."

       "No!" Jimin cried, pulling back from Yoongi, snot running out of his nose and eyes puffy. "Please don't make me eat anything I'm so tired of being sick I don't wanna eat anything, please don't make me eat anything."

       "Okay, okay I won't make you eat anything, but you have to drink something, okay? Do you want juice or milk?" Yoongi asked, picking Jimin up gingerly off the floor. Jimin clung to him whispered, 'milk, please' and rested his head on Yoongi's shoulder. Yoongi had gained quite a bit of upper arm strength in the past few months, having to carry Jimin everywhere per his request (also some of Yoongi's natural instinct just to pick up the younger boy and coddle him).

Yoongi set Jimin down on the counter and grabbed his bear cup out of the cupboard. He poured a little bit of milk in the cup and turned around to see Jimin holding a bottle of chocolate syrup in his hands, looking expectant. Yoongi smiled at him and held out the cup, letting Jimin squeeze as much chocolate syrup in it as he wanted. He gave Jimin a spoon to let him stir it and made himself another cup of coffee.

"Why do you drink yucky drinks?" Jimin asked, sipping his milk. Yoongi didn't comment when Jimin switched from sipping to sticking his tongue in the cup and lapping up the milk like a cat. Yoongi hid his grin behind his coffee mug.

"Because I like my yucky drinks. Why do you insist on drinking chocolate milk with every meal?" Yoongi retorted, swallowing some more coffee. It burned the back of his throat and Yoongi winced, the action not going unnoticed by Jimin.

"Are you okay? Do you need medicine? I can get you medicine, I think I'm tall enough to reach it–" Jimin tried to climb off the counter but Yoongi placed a firm hand on his hip to keep him in place.

"No, kitten," Jimin blushed. "I'm fine, my drink is just hot." Yoongi noticed for the first time the stickiness of Jimin's skin, and he reached up to card his fingers through Jimin's hair, damp with sweat. "You need a bath."

Jimin wrinkled his nose, "kittens don't take baths." Jimin wiggled away from Yoongi's grabbing hands and very narrowly avoided spilling his milk.

Yoongi grabbed onto Jimin's thighs and pecked his ear affectionately. "Well, if this kitten wants anymore cuddles a bath is needed. You're kinda stinky, baby."

Jimin gasped in mock horror, but let Yoongi pick him up all the same. "Am not! And I don't wanna bath! It's not fun!"

"Well, if you hadn't used all the bubbles the last time, it may be a little more fun." Yoongi said, carrying Jimin back to the bathroom and putting him on the toilet. Yoongi bent over and turned on the water, making sure it wasn't too hot before turning around to leave the bathroom.

"You know what would make my bath funner?" Jimin asked. Yoongi bit his tongue to keep from correcting him, setting on raising his eyebrows in question. Jimin kicked off his shorts, leaving him in just his briefs as he looked back towards Yoongi. "If daddy joined me."

Yoongi practically choked on air and Jimin turned around, using some of his body wash to fill the bath with bubbles. As the frothy substance spilled over the side of the tub and Yoongi just stood and stared, not quite sure if Jimin was serious. But when Jimin slipped off his briefs and jumped into the foamy water, promptly turning around and opening his arms up for Yoongi, the older male knew he was anything but kidding.

       "A-are you sure?" Yoongi questioned, hand fondling the doorknob awkwardly. He'd seen Jimin naked plenty of times, after taking a bath and leaving the bathroom without a towel, and lately he seemed to be kicking off his clothes because it was just too hot in the apartment, fever or no fever. It had just never been the other way around and Yoongi didn't know if he was comfortable.

       "Are you afraid, daddy?" Jimin asked teasingly, resting his elbows on the lip of the tub and putting his chin in his hands. "Do you not want me to see your," Jimin clicked his tongue, "cock?"

       "Park Jimin," Yoongi scolded, voice dropping to a whisper. Jimin's cocky attitude seemed to melt right off of him as his eyes widened. "Firstly, I'll have you know that I am not afraid of your eager eyes, you devil. And secondly, cock is a bad word and I'm afraid that breaks rule number," Yoongi pretended to think. "Five, is it? No swear words when you're little."

       Jimin grinned mischievously and wiggled his butt a little, the water sloshing out of the tub and onto the floor. Yoongi's grip had tighten on the door knob considerably without him knowing it. "You gonna punish me, daddy?"

       "You piece of shit," Yoongi said. Jimin giggled and bounced happily in the bath, convinced he'd gotten what he wanted. Jimin watched with eager eyes as Yoongi pulled off his shirt and dropped it into the pile. "Turn around, asshole."

       "I'm gonna see yours in a minute, so why do I need to turn around?" Jimin asked. Yoongi's already intense blush seemed to darken, running the length of his neck all the way down to the middle of his chest.

       "Jimin, I swear to god if you do not shut up the last thing you will see is my asshole walking right out of this bathroom." Jimin huffed and sat back against the tiles, turning his head away from Yoongi. Yoongi could still see him peeking so he took off his pants before making his way towards the bathtub.

"That's not fair!" Jimin yelled, placing a hand on Yoongi's thigh to keep him out of the bathtub. Yoongi raised his eyebrows. "I'm naked and you're not!"

"I'm also not sick, I don't really need this bath." Yoongi said, stepping into the bath. Jimin frowned at him and before Yoongi could do anything Jimin had yanked his underwear down to his knees and was staring openly at his 'prince parts.' Yoongi immediately sat down in the tub to cover himself, completely disregarding the fact that this underwear was going to get soaked. "You brat. I hope you're happy when you're sleeping alone tonight."

Jimin pouted and Yoongi ignored him in favour for squeezing shampoo into his hand to wash Jimin's hair. Yoongi knew that if he looked at Jimin's puppy dog eyes not only would he be cuddling him later that night, but Jimin's wandering hand under the layers of bubbles may think it has permission to do exactly what Yoongi thinks it's going to do. Which it definitely does not, so Yoongi busied his hands and his minds with making sure all of the fever sweat was wiped clean of his mischievous kitten.