Yoongi is careful not to rouse Hoseok or Jungkook as he slips from the bed. They’re both tangled up in each other; Hoseok holding Jungkook’s head securely against his chest, Jungkook’s gangly limbs snaked around his torso.
The light from outside is just barely making it through the crack in their curtains, but it’s enough to make out the little wet patch on Hoseok’s shirt where Jungkook has obviously been rubbing his runny nose against it in his sleep. He’s been sick for five, long days now, and against what has been advised practical, Hoseok has insisted on sleeping close to him every night this week.
He’s quick about getting ready, not wanting to tempt himself with the thought of taking it slow and risking simply sliding back into bed with his boys, pulling the covers high above his head and sleeping a little while longer. He sighs at the thought, then heads for the bathroom on tiptoes. He showers, dresses, grabs breakfast and coffee, and then slips into the room for one last look.
He hates that he has to leave today. He works mostly from home these days, Hoseok having helped him redesign his home office, but today he has a stack of meetings which means he has to leave Hoseok and Jungkook in bed, the latter’s precious little head rising and falling gently as Hoseok breathes.
Before he can help himself, Yoongi moves to lean over the pair of them, sparing a kiss for each of their foreheads, then one extra for Jungkook since he’s been so poorly, and goes to slip from the room once more.
“Dad?” Jungkook whispers, voice groggy and small. “Are you going to work?”
“Yes,” Yoongi says, softly, turning back round and pressing a finger to his lips, “Go back to sleep, baby.”
“Do you have to go?” There’s a whine to his voice, and it tugs at Yoongi’s heart like it had the first time he’d pleaded for something. Only now, it’s all the more cute, because Yoongi knows all Jungkook really wants is to be with his Dads today, to watch some movies and cuddle on the sofa, like they’ve been doing all week.
It’s almost like a treat, one of us being ill, Hoseok had joked one night, as Jungkook had slept soundly between them, the tiniest of smiles playing on his lips.
Yoongi nods, crossing the room again to give Jungkook another kiss. It’s a wonder he’s not caught Jungkook’s bug yet, perhaps all the vitamins Hoseok has been feeding him have been doing their job. “I’ll be back before you know it.”
Jungkook pouts for a moment, then straightens his face quickly when Yoongi raises an eyebrow. He’s just about gotten to the age where he’s no longer so petulant about things, or at least is better at reading when it’s appropriate and when it isn’t. He does, however, reach up for a hug, and Yoongi indulges him, peeling him off of Hoseok’s chest and pressing him against his own. He’s not as warm today, Yoongi realises with relief as he feels Jungkook’s little legs wind around him securely, maybe he’ll be better by this evening.
“You gonna be good today, yeah? Your dad has taken time off work to look after you, so go easy on him.”
Jungkook nods, rubbing his sore nose into Yoongi’s neck. He feels a sliver of something wet and warm against his skin and marvels briefly at the fact that nothing really disgusts him anymore, not since becoming a father. After all the diapers and the vomit he’s had to put up within the last few years, a little snot on his neck might as well be moisturiser for all he worries about it.
“You’re such a good boy, Kook,” Yoongi coos softly, rocking Jungkook gently. “We’re so lucky, right?”
Jungkook nods slowly against him again. Yoongi wonders if he’s already falling back to sleep.
“Who’s my best boy?”
“Well, I thought it was me,” comes Hoseok’s voice from the bed, suddenly. Yoongi hadn’t even realised he’d woken up. Yoongi turns a little so he can see him, finds he’s sitting up and smiling at the sight of his husband and his son. His hair is sticking up wildly, and his eyes are still puffy from sleep. Yoongi feels the urge to get back into bed pulling him more insistently than ever.
“You were, but now Kookie is my favourite,” Yoongi teases, cupping the back of Jungkook's head.
Hoseok feigns a pout. Some people in this house, apparently, haven’t been as quick to grow out of childishness.
“That’s not fair.”
“You can be my favourite,” Jungkook says, sensibly, voice a little muffled by Yoongi’s neck. “And dad can be yours.”
Yoongi looks at Hoseok with a look of seriousness. “Works for me.”
Hoseok pretends to consider this, but his rising smile betrays him. “Oh, fine, but give me my boy back.”
Yoongi chuckles as he complies, bending over slightly to set Jungkook back down on the bed. He goes to stand, but is stopped as Hoseok catches hold of his tie and pulls him in for a kiss. It’s something sweet, chaste and innocent, just enough to get him through the morning, or just about. He’ll come home for lunch, probably, just to get another one.
“I’ll miss you,” Hoseok says against Yoongi’s lips, pecking them again like he knows Yoongi is already dying for another. Suddenly, he’s warm all over, though he’s sure he isn’t the one with the fever.