Thread by @vampyknj

i have a purely self-indulgent #yoonmin #yoonminau thought because i’m sick but

Omega Jimin is sick, his chest burns with each cough and every breath feels that little harder than the last— lungs constricting and exhales falling shaky. All he wishes for is his alpha beside him,

to hold him tight and press petal-soft kisses against his pounding head, sweet assurances when his skin burns, but Yoongi doesn’t.

Yet Yoongi knows the best cure for his sweet omega is warm soup and tea, freshly made by a careful hand and honey-lined to soothe his throat, +

and whilst his alpha all but growls to hold his mate in his arms, the brief moment apart will be far better, he deduces. It isn’t long before the soup is made— chicken and sweetcorn Jimin’s persistent choice— and carried into the bedroom on a tray.

“Hi, baby.” Yoongi draws +

the back of his hand up to Jimin’s forehead, a thin veil of sweat lining his skin. “I’m here now.”

All Jimin manages is a little hum, and as he sits up— limbs all but aching under the weight of fatigue— Yoongi settles beside him.

He feels pity for his love, eyes +

crimson-laced housing mauve ink stains beneath them, and despite his doughy cheeks leaving Yoongi’s own to tug into a gentle smile, he can’t bear to see Jimin housing anything but serenity. His alpha takes charge, tugging the blankets around his frame before brushing his +

cheeks with a cupped palm, fingers feather-light against the rose-blotched rounds. And as he leans to press a chaste kiss against his forehead, he knows that perhaps in turn, he may be the one shivering beneath cotton sheets, but for now what Jimin want is what he’ll offer.

“Open up.” Yoongi mumbles, briefly withdrawing his touch to scoop some of the soup onto the spoon. Yet as Jimin protests, all Yoongi can do is quietly laugh. “Don’t you want your alpha taking care of you, my love? I made this for you— your favourite when you’re sick.”

Yoongi’s voice is cotton-soft, and as Jimin gently opens his mouth, he preens at the small praises that follow.

Each mouthful is slow and languid, and whilst it’s a simple sickness, Yoongi’s alpha is unsteady at seeing its mate in distress. As Jimin finishes, his eyes +

glimmer that little brighter, what energy had found its dissolve now quietly restored.

“Have some tea, it’ll help soothe your throat, angel.” Yoongi places the bowl back against the tray and takes the mug within his grasp. It’s warm— a salve to calm what claws at Jimin’s +

throat, yet cool enough not to burn.

“Tilt your head back— that’s it.” Yoongi croons, watching Jimin turns pliant under his command. As he places the rim of the cup to his chapped lips, he gently urges Jimin’s head back, small sips to ease what scratches, and as he turns +

all but breathless, Yoongi pulls back.

“Don’t leave.” Jimin manages with wide eyes, lips protruding in a small pout before Yoongi prompts him to drink once more.

“I won’t, baby. I’m here now, hm?” And as the tea is all but finished, Yoongi places it beside the bowl and +

stands, yet little hands tug him down— weak with little strength behind them. “Let me put this back, alright? I won’t be long, you need medicine, baby.”

As much as Yoongi is weak to his omega’s protests, his alpha is thankfully immune, prying him away with a gentle touch +

before quickly heading back to the kitchen, filling up a cup of cold water and medicine in hand.

His return is met with a soft gaze, Jimin’s lips parted and having shuffled over just enough for Yoongi to comfortably clamber beside him, and whilst he knows perhaps indulging +

Jimin in his every want may prompt himself with a cough that doesn’t quite subside, he could never deny his love the tenderness that he so often gives in spades.

“Take these, angel.” Yoongi once more kisses his head, lips grazing his temple leaving a saliva-slickened sheen in +

their wake. Jimin’s scent sweetens— albeit weakly— the unmistakable sourness of his sickness permeating Yoongi’s senses.

After Jimin does, small hands cupped around the glass, Yoongi can’t quite help his touch linger that little. His cheeks impossibly warm beneath the pads +

of his fingers, skin crimson-flushed and sweat-sticky, but despite what ails his omega, he’s perfect and 𝘩𝘪𝘴.

As Jimin settles beneath the covers, tugged just beneath his chin leaving parted lips and doughy cheeks above, Yoongi, too, finds his rest beside him, all but +

pulling the sleep-warm omega over his frame. His fingers toy at his nape, woven through damp strands and as soft whines fall, assurance follows.

“Alpha,” He pouts, nuzzling that little closer to scent yet it never reaches his nose, sinuses all but blocked. “Hurts.”

“What does, my angel?” Yoongi soothes, hand trailing to draw grazed patterns against Jimin’s spine.

“Everything.”

“The medicine will help, baby. Sleep, hm? Your body needs to rest.” But as Jimin whines once more, Yoongi can’t quite bite down his soft laughter.

“I won’t leave you, not now. You’ve eaten and had your medicine, and whatever else you need, I’ll get for you. Sleep my sweet omega.”

Fatigue settles and Jimin’s omega takes charge, ever-gentle purrs clinging to his throat as Yoongi’s touch remains unrelenting, and +

as his eyes flutter closed, Yoongi presses a final kiss to his head. His lips linger perhaps that little too long, but his alpha is satiated at caring for his mate, and he can’t fight what smile settles against his cheeks.

His omega, tucked beside him with an arm strewn +

over his waist, and as he pulls him that bit closer, he only stirs for a honeyed sigh to fall. Jimin’s lips manage a sleep-laced tug before slumber all but takes its firm hold, and within his alpha’s arms he feels safe and serene— sanctuary hand-crafted by their +

delicate hands and ever-tender love.

Yoongi, too, falls asleep, eyes heavy-lidded and lips parted as soft snores find their tumble, and whilst his baby is unwell he knows he’d do anything to tend to him, just as he knows Jimin so ardently cares for him in return.

tags 🏷️

— sickfic (quite literally, poor jimin has flu 😞)
— omega jimin
— alpha yoongi
— fluff
— hurt/comfort ?? i guess i’m terrible at tagging 😭
— omegaverse a/b/o
— #yoonmin #yoonminau

i’m honestly feeling like jimin rn, i could do with a yoongi to bring me soup and tea 😭 i hope you enjoyed this tooth-rottingly sweet fic curiouscat.live/vampyknj

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