His dark eyes peered round your bedroom door, noticing your figure still fast asleep, tucked up under the duvet, a pile of tissues beside you. He chuckled lightly at your state, walking over, kneeling down by your side of the bed.
"Babe," he whispered, lightly rocking your shoulder, to try and get you to wake. He brought his hand up to your forehead, moving your messy hair out of the way, the heat radiating off of you.
Slowly, you began to stir under his familiar touch, opening your eyes, scrunching your face at the bright light of your bedroom. "Hi," you whispered, your voice still croaky as a result of your sore throat.
"I've made you some soup and a mug of tea, if you can stomach it." You nodded, slowly moving up your bed, so you were resting on the headboard, taking the soup from Jungkook, whilst the tea was placed on your bedside table. "Feeling better?"
You shrugged, watching as Jungkook folded the duvet back down the bed, to try and keep your body cool. "I just want to be better."
"I want you to get better," he comforted, draping his arm over your shoulder, only for you to move away, placing his hand back in his lap. "Do you not want a cuddle?"
"Of course, but I don't want you to get sick too." He chuckled, kissing the side of your face, ignoring the fact beads of sweat were forming from your growing temperature, moving his arm back to where it just was.
He watched you closely as you began to eat up, a plain tomato soup was your choosing, something plain to keep you happy. "Have you got work later?" You asked, blowing down on a spoonful before popping it in your mouth.
"No."
"I thought you did."
"I did, but I called Namjoon and told him I wouldn't be coming in tonight, and that I would catch up whenever you're feeling better." If you weren't feeling ill, you could have smothered him in kisses, his dimpled smile warmed your heart, let alone his actions.
You leaned further into him, finishing off the last of your soup, Jungkook taking the bowl from you. "So, seeing as you've got me for the rest of the day, do you want to do something? We can see if there is a good movie to watch."
"Honestly, I wouldn't mind having a bath, I just want to get out of bed for five minutes. Hopefully a soak will make me feel a bit better." Jungkook nodded, standing up, walking into your bathroom to start a bath,
Once the water was hot enough, he came back to you, helping you out of your clothes, tying your hair up in a bun to stop it getting wet. He also picked out one of your favourite bath bombs from your toiletry drawer, finally adding some lavender scent his mother had given him to help him relax after long days.
"How do you still manage to look so beautiful, even when you are feeling so ill?" He pressed a few kisses against your skin, your hand massaging his scalp.
You simply giggled in response, embracing the warmth of his hold around your body.
He went back to your bedroom momentarily to grab a box of tissues and a glass of water in case you felt uneasy in the tub, putting them down on the floor beside the bath.
"Kookie," you whispered, as he admired the bun that sat perfectly atop of your head. He didn't respond, just looked at you. "Can you join me?"
"If that's what you want, baby." He stripped himself down, out of his black tee and black jeans, taking your hand in his. He climbed into the tub first, before perfectly guiding you in, sitting you down in between his chest.
The hot water was exactly what you needed, your muscles instantly relaxed, you were no longer cold, the heat warming your entire body.
There were no sexual intentions from Jungkook, who had wrapped his arms around your waist, massaging small circles around your tummy to aid your digestion. He smiled, feeling you relax into him, splashing your arms with drips of water.
"How does this feel?" He asked, with a sweet kiss to the top of your head.
"Much better." You allowed your eyes to shut for a while, focussing on your breathing, noticing your airways clearing. "Do you think you could sing to me?"
You didn't see, but Jungkook nodded, clearing his throat. He began to hum the opening lines of Euphoria, breaking into lyrics as he reached the first chorus. His hands continued to massage the knots in your body, his eyes were fixated on your sleeping figure.
It hurt him to see you so unwell over the past few days, he had dedicated all of his being into helping you get better, nurturing you back to full health.
Once he had finished the song, he reached across to grab a bar of soap, lathering it up in his big hands. Starting from your shoulders, he worked his way down your body, the strawberry scent filling the room. Your little moans of satisfaction told him he was doing a good job.
"How are you feeling now love?" He asked you, rinsing the soap suds off of your body.
You went to speak, but was suddenly filled with the desperate urge to blow your nose. You jolted up, trying to reach over the tub for the box of tissues, but your tired arms couldn't quite cover the distance.
"I got it," Jungkook whispered, sitting you up, grabbing the tissue with his long limbs. He looked away whilst you blew your nose, passing you the bin. He knew how conscious you got of these things, even if they were only human, giving you some privacy.
"I feel like I'm ready for bed, this is the best I've felt for nearly three days." With that Jungkook emptied the bath, helping you back out. He dried off your body for you, massaging circles as he did so, dressing you in one of his shirts, and a pair of your pyjama bottoms.
"Can I get you anything else?" He asked, carrying you back to your position in bed, tucking the duvet back up over you. "Do you need any tablets or anything?"
"You've done more than enough Jungkook, thank you."
He grabbed his own pyjama bottoms, putting them on, leaving his top half bare. He then proceeded to slide under the duvet with you, pulling you into him.
"It's only eight Kook, don't you want to go and do something? You don't have to lay here with me."
"You're right, I don't have to, but I want to. I promised that I'd make you feel better, so here I am for all the cuddles in the world. You get some sleep, I'll lay here on my phone for a while, then you can shake me if you need anything." You nodded, settling yourself on his chest, tucking your hand underneath your head.
"Thank you for looking after me today, and always, you mean the absolute world to me." He kissed the top of your head, humming yet another little melody in the hope it would help ease you off to sleep. "Is that a new song?"
He smiled down at you, "no, just one I've made up about the most beautiful girl in the world."
"Who's she then?" You teased, glancing up at his face, he'd scrunched in his laughter, poking his tongue out at you.
"You of course, jagi, I love you very much." You chuckled, pressing a kiss to his jaw. "Sweet dreams, feel better in the morning."
"Thanks Kookie, I love you too."