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The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on Bamby's pale face as he lay curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket. His nose was red, his voice hoarse, and the tissue box sat empty on the coffee table. It was evident that Bamby had caught a nasty cold.
In the living room, the other PLAVE members gathered, their expressions filled with concern. Han Noah, the eldest member, couldn't help but frown as he glanced at Bamby. "We need to head to the company for the live stream recording soon, but I'm really worried about leaving Bamby alone like this."
Nam Yejun, their leader and the next in line after Noah, nodded in agreement. Bamby, who followed as the third eldest, looked unwell, and they knew they had commitments too.
Eunho, the second youngest member, recalled the previous night when Bamby had groaned in discomfort and had even relocated to the sofa to avoid spreading the cold virus to him, his roommate. It touched his heart how considerate Bamby had been.
"I can't shake this feeling of worry," Eunho admitted, running a hand through his hair. "But we can't let our fans down. Han Noah, would you mind staying with Bamby for now? The rest of us will go to the company and start the recording. We'll switch out later."
Han Noah nodded, understanding the situation and the responsibility that came with being the eldest. He patted Bamby's shoulder. "Don't worry, Eunho. I'll take care of him. We'll make sure Bamby gets better."
As the others left the apartment, Eunho's mind remained on Bamby. He knew that they had a duty to their fans, and they'd do their best to balance their responsibilities while taking care of their beloved member, with their roles in the group not determining their caregiving responsibilities.
As the rest of the PLAVE members returned home, they found Eunho and Bamby on the couch. Bamby's condition seemed unchanged, which left them feeling concerned but relieved that it hadn't worsened.
Yejun, the leader, looked at Bamby and sighed. "How are you feeling, Bamby? Any better?"
Bamby managed a weak smile and shook his head. "Not really, but not worse either. Thanks for coming back, guys."
Hamin, the maknae of the group, chimed in, "We were worried about you, hyung. We couldn't focus on Babble when we knew you were sick."
Noah, who had taken care of Bamby earlier, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, your health comes first."
Bamby chuckled weakly. "Well, I did leave a message for our fans." He took out his phone and showed them. The message read, "y/n, I told you fighting for today, but instead of fighting today, I got sick lol."
Eunho explained, "He didn't want our fans to worry too much, so he left that message."
Yejun, always caring, smiled at Bamby. "You've got a great sense of humor, Bamby."
Bamby's eyes twinkled with gratitude. "Thanks, guys. Let's get through this together."
They all nodded in agreement, knowing that they had each other's backs, not just on stage but also in times of sickness and need.
As the night grew late and exhaustion from the day's work began to catch up with the PLAVE members, there was a palpable concern about who would stay up to look after Bamby. They gathered in the living room, their faces marked with fatigue and worry.
Yejun voiced the collective concern, "I don't like leaving Bamby alone like this. What if his condition worsens during the night?"
Hamin, addressing Bamby with respect as "Hyung," nodded in agreement. "Hyung's health is the top priority."
Bamby, though clearly unwell, mustered a reassuring smile. "Guys, I'll be fine. I promise. I just need a good night's sleep to fight off this cold. You all need rest too."
Eunho couldn't help but worry deeply for Bamby, but he knew his hyung didn't like showing weakness. He considered keeping the door to their shared room open just in case Bamby needed anything. However, he decided against mentioning it to the group, wanting to respect Bamby's desire for some independence in handling his illness.
Noah clapped a hand on Eunho's shoulder, appreciating his silent support. "That sounds like a good plan. We'll trust Bamby to call if he needs help."
With reluctant nods and weary smiles, the members finally retired to their rooms, trusting that Eunho's vigilance and their hyungs' resilience would see them through the night.
The dimly lit room was filled with the soft snores of the sleeping PLAVE members. Noah and Yejun shared a room, their rhythmic breathing in sync. Meanwhile, Hamin had his own room, enjoying the solitude of his personal space.
Eunho, unable to sleep, tossed and turned in his shared room with Bamby. The sound of Bamby tossing and turning on the couch in the living room, accompanied by occasional groans and whines, tugged at his heartstrings. It was clear that Bamby was having a hard time.
Without alerting Bamby to his actions, Eunho quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Noah and Yejun. He tiptoed to the living room, where Bamby lay in the dimly lit space, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains.
Before joining Bamby on the couch, Eunho sent a quick message to their fans: "y/n, what are you doing? I can't sleep."
Sitting down beside Bamby, Eunho noticed that his hyung didn't want to show any weakness but was clearly exhausted. Bamby remained lying down to rest, his eyes half-closed.
Eunho decided to keep Bamby company without drawing attention to the message he had sent. He took out his phone and started playing games, occasionally glancing at Bamby to make sure he was alright.
Bamby, though too tired to protest, appreciated Eunho's presence. With a small, thankful smile, he closed his eyes, allowing himself to rest while Eunho quietly played games, providing his hyung with silent support in his time of need.
The dimly lit living room remained a haven of solitude as Eunho continued to play games on his phone, keeping Bamby company in the quiet of the night. But the solitude didn't last long. Bamby's feverish state persisted, and he couldn't help but groan and whine in discomfort.
Eunho couldn't bear to see his hyung in such distress. He set aside his phone and fetched a damp towel from the kitchen, carefully returning to Bamby's side. Gently, he began to wipe Bamby's forehead, trying to offer some comfort.
Bamby's eyelids fluttered open, and he managed a weak smile. "Thanks, Eunho. You're too good to me."
Eunho returned the smile, but concern lingered in his eyes. "Hyung, I wish there was more I could do. You've already taken your meds."
Bamby's coughs and sneezes continued intermittently, making him feel even more miserable. He sighed softly. "I know, Eunho. Sometimes, all we can do is wait it out."
Eunho nodded, feeling somewhat helpless in the face of Bamby's illness. "If there's anything you need, just let me know, hyung."
Bamby squeezed Eunho's hand affectionately. "Having you here is more than enough, Eunho."
The two of them settled into a quiet companionship, with Eunho occasionally wiping Bamby's forehead and offering words of comfort as they both hoped for a speedy recovery from this stubborn illness.
Eunho's troubled expression deepened as he tried to figure out how to help Bamby feel better. He wracked his brain, recalling a scientific fact from his university days – how higher body temperature could potentially help in fighting off cold viruses. However, raising the thermostat would make the others uncomfortable.
Then, a more unconventional idea crossed his mind. Eunho remembered reading somewhere that intimate activities could raise the body's temperature significantly. He glanced at Bamby, who was still clearly in discomfort, and with a determined nod, he took out his phone and composed a message on their Babble messaging app for their fans: "I'm thinking of sleeping with Bamby hyung."
It was an unspoken suggestion, a creative way to try and raise Bamby's body temperature to help him fight off the stubborn cold. Eunho hoped it would bring some relief to his hyung and help him finally get a good night's rest.
Eunho sat silently beside Bamby, who was still resting on the couch, occasionally groaning and whining due to his discomfort. Despite being in the same space, Eunho was reluctant to disturb Bamby's rest even for a minute. He knew how crucial it was for his hyung to get some much-needed sleep.
It was his way of subtly communicating his intention to raise Bamby's body temperature without causing any disruption to his rest.
Eunho He leaned over and lightly shook Bamby, who was still tired and uncomfortable. As Bamby slowly opened his eyes, he looked at Eunho with a hint of curiosity.
"Eunho," Bamby rasped, "what's on your mind?"
Eunho took a deep breath, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I've thought of a way to help you feel better, hyung. And we really need you to recover soon so we can practice for the Idol Radio Concert."
Bamby blinked, his feverish brain processing Eunho's words slowly. "What is it? What can we do?"
Eunho hesitated, feeling shy all of a sudden, but he knew he had to be straightforward. "Well, to raise your body temperature, we need to... be intimate with each other."
Bamby's eyes widened, and he paused for a moment before asking, "Intimate?"
Eunho nodded, his gaze sincere. "It's okay if you don't want to, hyung. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. But I thought it might help."
Bamby thought it over for a few moments, his trust in Eunho evident. "Alright, Eunho. If you think it will help me feel better, I trust you."
Before they proceeded, Eunho wanted to ensure Bamby's comfort and trust. "Are you sure, hyung? Do you trust me, and do you think you'll be okay afterward? I don't want you to regret this."
Bamby offered a warm, reassuring smile. "It's okay, Eunho. I trust you, and I won't be angry or disgusted with you. Let's do it."
Without waiting for Eunho's reply and because he was feeling embarrassed as it is already, Bamby opted to lean in and place a chaste kiss to Eunho's lips. He felt the latter shiver, thinking that he could really feel the difference between their temperature even just by touching his lips with his own.
The kiss soon turned passionate, with Eunho sitting down the couch and maneuvering Bamby to sit on his lap without so much as breaking the kiss off. Only when they were having trouble breathing, did they part.
Eunho thought he could get his Hyung's body temperature up just by kissing, but he was proven wrong. He was still reeling from the kiss, but his Hyung's temperature felt just the same as earlier, the only difference being Bamby was panting and clearly out of breath.
Bamby felt reckless; he felt hot, and he never thought that kissing Eunho would feel this great. However, judging by the disappointed frown on the younger's face as he felt Bamby's forehead, it meant that kissing wasn't enough to raise his body temperature. Bamby fidgeted, completely forgetting where he was.
Eunho groaned, feeling the friction from when Bamby fidgeted on top of him. The friction sending delicious tingles through his spine. Bamby gasped, he tried to apologize, only to feel his eyes widen when he felt eunho's half chub in between his thighs. He thought that he might as well, even though it was unintentional and that since kissing didn't raise his temperature, why not go all the way?
Bamby got off on Eunho's lap clumsily—he was, after all, still sick. Eunho looked at his Hyung inquiringly. Bamby just nodded and tapped Eunho's thighs to make him part them, which he did.
"Hyung, you don't—" Eunho began, but Bamby cut him off, "Shut up," Bamby said.
He knelt between Eunho's legs, and started palming at the half chub inside Eunho's pyjamas. Eunho groaned, throwing his head back. He tried his best to hold back and keep his rationality intact, but with the way his hyung's hands are moving, it might not be for long.
Thankfully, Bamby didn't linger and took his cock out from the confines of his pyjama pants. Bamby licked his lips. It might be his fever-induced thoughts but Bamby thought Eunho's is quite big, wondering if it would fit his mouth or his hole. But he was suddenly very much looking forward to it.
"Hyung, if—"
"I told you, shut up," Bamby grumbles, staring at Eunho's cock with open admiration. He tentatively put his right hand on it, and pumped it once, twice, thrice, effectively shutting Eunho up.
His right hand isn't enough though, so he started taking Eunho's cock in his mouth. He tried to fit all of it in but failed.
Fuck, that feels so good!
Eunho didn't know what to do, nor does he know how to stop his hyung from sucking him off. He watched as Bamby tried to fit all of him in, only to gag and choke and for Eunho to let out a long moan when he felt himself reach Bamby's throat. He saw how Bamby choked on his dick and tears started to glisten in his eyes, crying. Then, it was like a switch was turned on.
Bamby felt Eunho's warm and big hand wrap around his nape before he felt him tug at his hair off Eunho's dick. Bamby whined, feeling his throat constrict at the loss.
"Yeah? You like that?" Eunho asked, his voice low and husky. Bamby repeatedly nodded his head, drool and pre-cum dribbling down his chin.
"Are you just going to stare, hyung?" Eunho asked.
Bamby then went back to what he was doing, sucking Eunho off, making sure to suck him and swirl his tongue around the mushroom head, teeth grazing lightly at the prominent vein on the underside of Eunho's dick, making Eunho curse, gritting his teeth for purchase.
"Oh fuck, hyung i'm gonna—"
Eunho's grip in his hair tightens, hips moving on their own to chase his release. Eunho tried to warn his hyung, to please get the fuck away before I give you facial, but Bamby didn't let him off until he released in Bamby's mouth.
Eunho sighed in contentment, "don't swallow, hyung. Open your mouth," Eunho said, tapping Bamby's cheeks lightly to make him open up his mouth. Some of Eunho's come dribbled down Bamby's chin, tears fell and left tear tracks on his cheeks, he looks every bit ruined, all for Eunho. Bamby struggled a bit before opening his mouth, "Here, spit it out." Eunho ordered, to which Bamby did.
Eunho saw how Bamby's own pyjamas were pulled down and his dick hard and leaking pre-cum. He imagined his hyung choking on his dick while also palming his own erection and stroking it, trying to reach completion.
okay, that was so fucking hot.
Eunho gestured to Bamby to straddle his lap again, using Bamby's drool and his cum to stroke himself, and also to use as a lube, fingering Bamby's puckered hole.
Bamby gasped, arching his back at the unfamiliar feeling. Eunho turned his focus on Bamby's nipples, sucking and nipping them gently, turning the bud hard. Bamby moaned.
Eunho didn't want to hurt his Hyung, so he prepared him as much as he could, with their improvised lube. Bamby had his hand on his mouth, smothering his moans and groans as they couldn't afford to be noisy and wake the other members.
His other hand pumping Eunho's dick languidly, enough to keep the tension and his dick hard, but not enough for him to come.
"E-Eunho, I-It's fine now," Bamby murmured, gasping when Eunho curled his fingers inside, hitting his spot. "Fuck, hurry up!"
"Are you sure—" Eunho was cut off by Bamby's lips again, so he retaliated by shoving his dick inside his hyung in one swift motion, until he bottomed out. Bamby cried out, feeling the burn of the stretch, fresh tears welling up and spilling. He originally planned on leaning his head on Eunho's shoulder, but because of the sudden intrusion, he instead bit Eunho.
"Fuck," Eunho cursed, giving Bamby a few minutes to adjust to his size, trying so hard to hold back. "You're so fucking tight, hyung."
When Bamby gave the go signal, Eunho started thrusting slowly to give Bamby a few more minutes to get used to it.
"mmm, so big...yeah...ngh!"
"yeah?"
"Oh—yes! Right there!"
"shit, stay quiet hyung.."
It started out slow, until they both found the rhythm that sends delicious tingles through them. Eunho quickly found Bamby's spot, and he kept hitting them as he pistons his hips in a brutal pace. Bamby meets his every thrust, every push and pull. Until it was Bamby who was moving his hips up and down Eunho's dick.
"Huh, 'aight hyung you fuck yourself on my dick then," Eunho smirked, looking at Bamby who was bouncing up and down his lap.
Bamby did as he was told, finding purchase on Eunho's shoulders. He started moving his hips up and down Eunho's length, chasing his own orgasm. Quiet groans and whispers between them.
Eunho was close. He's so fucking close to coming and he could feel that Bamby's the same, judging by the erratic moves of his hips, Eunho quickly followed to meet him, thrusting up, hips stuttering.
It was so hot, burning them both to cinders. Until one glorious moment, time seemed to stand still, they were over the edge, white bursting on the edge of their sight.
Eunho came inside Bamby, who slumped and buried his head on his shoulder, panting. And Bamby spilling his cum on his and Eunho's abdomens.
It took a moment for Eunho to realize that Bamby had fallen asleep. He immediately checked his Hyung, and thankfully, the fever's subsiding.
He pulled out of him, wincing when he felt and noticed his cum flow down Bamby's legs, and felt bad. But he couldn't do anything about it now.
He carefully maneuvered Bamby into his original position, taking care to clean him up and dress him properly with fresh clean clothes. He then took a small shower before resuming his original position on the floor beside the couch, watching Bamby and making sure the fever stays at bay.
***
The next morning, Bamby woke up feeling remarkably refreshed. His fever had finally broken, and the relentless coughing and sneezing that had plagued him had ceased. He couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude toward Eunho, even though he wasn't one to readily admit it.
As they sat down for breakfast together, Eunho watched Bamby closely, concern still etched on his face. "How are you feeling today, hyung?"
Bamby flashed a bright smile, a rare sight given his usual teasing demeanor. "I feel great, Eunho. Thanks for taking care of me."
Eunho's expression softened with relief. "You're welcome, hyung. I'm just glad you're better."
After breakfast, Bamby dutifully took his medication, just to be sure he was completely recovered. He was eager to get back to work, not one to stay idle for long.
As they headed to their practice studio, Bamby couldn't help but reflect on the newfound understanding between him and Eunho. They had realized that in times of sickness, they were there for each other, putting aside their usual bickering and teasing to lend a helping hand.
From that day on, whenever either Bamby or Eunho fell ill, they continued to take care of each other, even if they couldn't resist teasing and bickering once they were both back on their feet. It was a bond that had grown stronger through the ups and downs of life in PLAVE, a testament to the deep camaraderie between the members of the group.