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Jungkook flopped onto the couch.  He was still freezing.  Taeyeon set a steaming bowl of soup on the table in front of him.

“Do you want a blanket?  You look pretty cold.”

Jungkook nodded slowly “That’d be great.”  He shivered and shut his eyes for a second.

Taeyeon watched him for a moment.  She wished she would be of more help.  Her broken arm was making her pretty useless.  But she went on a search for blankets anyway.  Hopefully she could get one single-handedly.  She opened the closet in the hallway.  Bingo!  Blankets!  She grabbed one and pulled it out.  And dragged the other three with it.  She sighed.  She set the blanket she had pulled out on the floor and attempted to pick the other three up.  After a minute she gave up.  There was no way she would get these all up and refolded.  She picked up the first blanket and carried it out to Jungkook.  Who was now sound asleep on the couch.  She tried her best to cover him with the blanket.  It didn’t work too well.  She sighed in frustration.  She didn’t want Jungkook to be cold.  She sat down next to Jungkook in defeat.  She looked over at Jungkook, now noticing how red his cheeks were.  She reached out and touched his forehead.  He was burning up.  She knit her eyebrows together in concern.  What should she do?

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Jungkook blinked his eyes open.  He felt something heavy on top of him.  He looked down.  He smiled as he realized how hard Taeyeon had tried to cover him fully with the blanket.  He fixed it so that it covered him completely.  Right before he heard a heavy sigh behind him.  He turned back to see Taeyeon standing in the doorway.

“Oh.  You’re awake.” She remarked.

Jungkook nodded. “Everything all right?”

Taeyeon sighed. “Well, first, I can’t get the blankets back into the closet.  I’ve been trying for 20 minutes.  And I also can’t find a washcloth.   I was going to get one to help bring your fever down, but…”

Jungkook smiled. “You’re so sweet.  Don’t worry, I’m ok.  You shouldn’t be stressing your arm, anyways.”

“But you’re sick…”

“I can take care of myself.  I’ve done it before.”

Taeyeon plopped onto the couch next to him. “Yes, but you were alone then.  You have me now, so I should be taking care of you.”

Jungkook opened his mouth to speak, but Taeyeon kept talking.

“Besides, you’ve been taking care of me and asking for nothing in return.  The least I can do is take care of you when you’re sick.”

Jungkook leaned his head back against the couch in defeat.  Taeyeon had a good point.  And Jungkook was almost too tired to argue.  But he would give it one last shot.

“But, Yeon…you really shouldn’t be trying to help me.  I don’t want your arm to get worse…”

Taeyeon smiled softly. “I’ll be ok, Kookie.”

Kookie?  Had Jungkook heard correctly?  Had Taeyeon just called him Kookie?  He could feel himself starting to blush, but hopefully it wasn’t noticeable on his already red cheeks.

“Will you tell me where the washcloths are so I can go get one for you?” Taeyeon asked, tucking a strand of hair behind Jungkook’s ear.

“All right…they’re in the drawer next to the sink…”

Taeyeon smiled. “I’ll be back.” She stood up and headed out to the kitchen, quickly finding a washcloth and running cold water over it before trying her best to wring it out.  Then she took it back to the living room.

“Here,” she brushed Jungkook’s bangs aside before placing the washcloth on his forehead. “That’ll help bring your fever down.”

Jungkook nodded slowly.

“Do you want to go to your bedroom?”

“Yeah…it appears I need to go put the blankets away first, thought.” Jungkook smiled faintly.

“What?  No!  Jungkook, you’re sick!  You shouldn’t be cleaning up my mess!”

“And your arm is broken and you can’t clean it up.  Besides, there’s nothing you can do to stop me.  You only have one arm.”

“Yes there is.”

Jungkook watched in shock as Taeyeon quickly sat on top of him, straddling him so he couldn’t get up.  She smiled cheekily.

“You won’t be cleaning up my messes now.”

Jungkook sighed in frustration. “Why won’t you just let me clean up your mess?”

Taeyeon shrugged, but the winced in pain as her arm was jostled.  Jungkook leaned forward, a concerned expression on his face.

“Are you ok?!”

Taeyeon nodded slowly. “Yeah…I’m all right.”

Jungkook sighed in relief and leaned back against the couch again.  Taeyeon leaned forward, resting her head on Jungkook’s shoulder.  She could hear Jungkook’s gentle heartbeat drumming below her ear now.  Jungkook reached up and wrapped his arms around Taeyeon.

“Looks like I’m stuck here now…”

“Yep.  You are.  Now sleep so you can get better.”

Jungkook smiled weakly. “All right, all right.  Goodnight, Yeon.”

“Goodnight, Kookie.”