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Hello, anon! Thank you for sending one in! I chose TsukkiKage because this seems like a good prompt for them. 

2. “I know you areworried about me, but if you try to feed me soup, or give me any more blanketsI am going to slap you.”

The pounding in his headis incessant and the dryness and itchiness of his throat, worse. And Kageyamamaking a fuss, making a nuisance of himself instead of letting him rest is nothelping his condition.

Tsukishima hates gettingsick. He hates how it makes him feel so weak, so useless. And it’s one thing tosuffer alone. But a different matter altogether when you have a clumsy nurse.

“Ki- cough cough cough,” Tsukishima bends over himself, head and chest hurting every timehe coughs. He wonders if this is the disease that will finally kill him, becausedying is a better prospect than periodically hacking your lungs out.

Kageyama drops the freshblanket he’s gotten from the closet on the bed in favor of rubbing an unsure,but admittedly soothing hand over Tsukishima’s back.

“Maybe you need moresoup?” Kageyama says, a disgruntled frown marring his smooth forehead. “I gotmore blankets and maybe you should keep yourself warm even more.”

The coughing spell stopsand Tsukishima slowly straightens up and leans back on the headboard, exhausted.“I don’t need them,” he rasps, annoyed.

“But-“

“King, I know you’reworried about me,” he finally snaps, tone weak, but nevertheless harsherbecause of his condition, “but if you try to feed me soup or give me any moreblankets, I am going to slap you.”

Even through his sicklyglare, Tsukishima thinks that might as well actually have. Slapped Kageyama,that is, what with the vulnerable, hurtexpression his face adopted at Tsukishima’s outburst.

“I-I,” Kageyema flounders,blinking rapidly and starts backing away.

Dammit.

Tsukishima knows that he’snot an easy person to deal with on a normal day, even when he’s health is in atop shape for biting remarks and snark. In pain, he’s crueler. But Kageyamadoesn’t deserve all of this, when all he wants to do is help. He’s bumbling andawkward and he really doesn’t know how to take care of other people, but he’strying.

Gah, dammit. Damn stupidcough and stupid, weak body. Damn stupidly caring king taking care of an idiot,ungrateful commoner.

“I-I’ll just… I’ll justleave you, then,” Kageyama whispers, not looking at him as he stands.

“Hey,” Tsukishima grabsKageyama’s wrist, stopping him from leaving. Kageyama stops and slowly sitsback down but still doesn’t look at him.

Tsukishima pulls himselfup and promptly drops his head on Kageyama’s shoulder. “I’m sorry.” It’s stilldifficult to lower his pride at times, but now is not the time to hold on tothat.

Being sick does notexcuse him from being an asshole.

“No… It’s… well, I probablyshould have left you alone,” Kageyama replies softly, then awkwardly pats Tsukishima’shead with his free arm.

Tsukishima agrees andtells Kageyama so. He breathes in the scent of their fabric conditioner mixedwith Kageyama’s cologne. It’s comforting, strangely. And maybe, being not aloneisn’t so bad. “The soup is making my throat itch more. It’s already too hotwith this blanket, I don’t need more.”

“O-oh,” Kageayama’sshoulder relaxes under his head, and he breathes a soft sigh of relief. “I’msorry. I’ll make another one… that doesn’t irritate it.”

Tsukishima only hums,already being lulled to sleep by his sickness, but more importantly by Kageyama’spresence. “Later.”

“…You should rest now,”Kageyama says, pushing him off gently. His shoulder might not be the bestpillow for Tsukishima.

“Sleep with me?”Kageyama blinks, then flushes darkly at the half-lidded, uncharacteristicallysoft look Tsukishima is giving him. He must be so out of it then, if he’sactually inviting Kageyama.

Unable to replyverbally, at the risk of choking on his words, Kageyama only nods franticallyand positions them on the bed. Tsukishima curls in on Kageyama, immediatelywrapping an arm around him and buries his head on his chest, inhalingcontentedly. He feels the thundering beat of Kageyama’s heart from thisposition and he smiles.

part one here [x]

“what’s something you’re looking forward to doing in america?”  yoongi: I’ve always wanted to nap in a different country. taehyung: -rapping- yoongi: I think I’m going to get indigestion

namjoon: oh! there’s a prize that’d be perfect for you yoongi. yoongi: is it cash yoongi, standing in a massive wardrobe: why don’t I have any clothes.  jin: sandeul is 25? why is he so old?? yoongi, leaning up to whisper in jin’s ear: you are also Old jhope: suga! can you say a word for our fans? yoongi: a word jhope: a little more than that yoongi: two words  [picking someone for punishment] “I pick someone who I love very much….myself.”  Interviewer: what is something you’d like to throw away in 2018 jin: I want to throw my old pictures away namjoon: I want to throw unnecessary thoughts away yoongi: I want to throw myself away

yoongi, playing the role of a female exchange student:  you think I’m a pushover? i have a gun in my bag

jungkook: here, take my jacket, its cold. female exchange student yoongi: I think I like your shirt better.  “Since the wifi was down, I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about who I am as a person.”  taehyung: you know, I was seriously considering putting those Min Yoongi standees you gave me for christmas on sale online yoongi: if you did that, I would have bought them and given them to you again.  yoongi: it’d be like a mobius strip