#ateez emeto

[whats-k-popping]

Hello! For the prompt list, could you write 5 & 49 with Seonghwa as the sick one and San as the caretaker? I love their brotherly dynamic~ Thank you!

I'm so sorry this request is about 9 months old! If you're still here, anon, I hope you enjoy this fic. I really did enjoy writing it and I love the dynamic between these two!

Pairing: Seonghwa x San - platonic intentions, but read as you please

Prompts: "Try and get some food down. Anything" || "Sorry. I'm… I'm really dizzy" 

Words Count: 2489

Warnings: Illness || Emeto || Graphic Descriptions of Sickness

San doesn't usually wake up in the middle of the night. He has a very thorough nightly routine that he completes meticulously each evening. He spends upwards of an hour in the bathroom each night, completing his skin care and dental care and emptying himself of anything that might disturb his precious hours of uninterrupted sleep. He swears by this routine. Sleeping in his own bed is a luxury these days, so he doesn't even want to waste 1 precious minute on something as trivial as using the bathroom. 

So he's naturally disgruntled when he wakes in the middle of the night unable to quickly doze back to sleep. Despite his nightly rituals, he still finds himself having to pee at half past 3 in the morning. He blames it on drinking Mingi's leftover coffee. Can't let precious caffeine go to waste either. He only feels a hint of remorse. 

Begrudgingly, he throws the covers off of himself and hustles down to the bathroom. If he's quick, he might be able to get it done without losing the fuzzy feeling of sleep. In and out, then back to sleep. That's the plan. 

That plan comes to a screeching halt when he enters the bathroom to find Seonghwa draped across the toilet seat, skin white as a ghost. And if the sight isn't enough of a clue, there's an overpowering stench of vomit lingering in the air. 

"Hwa-hyung!" San exclaims. He stands petrified in the doorway, like he's awaiting further instruction. He's not really sure what he's supposed to do. Seonghwa is the caretaker of the group, how is he supposed to take care of him. 

Seonghwa lifts his head to look at San, a pained expression on his face and a vacant look in his eyes. He shushes the younger, "You'll-" He cuts himself off with a nauseous burp, "You'll wake Mingi."

Of course, even draped helplessly over the only toilet in their apartment, looking minutes away from comatose, Seonghwa is still thinking about the others. San clicks his tongue. And Mingi, of all people, a historically heavy sleeper. The building could be mid-demolition and he'd be none the wiser. "No I won't," San says confidently. Still he lowers his voice just for good measure. 

The remnants of sleep are gone and he's on high alert now. He knows he won't be able to go back to sleep knowing that his hyung is feeling so miserably unwell. So he enters the small bathroom and closes the door behind him for privacy. He also turns on the bathroom fan, to hopefully ventilate some of the smell out of the room. 

"Don't come any closer, San-ah." Seonghwa stops mid-command to gag. It's unnaturally loud, echoing in the now sealed room, but unproductive. "I might be contagious." 

"I don't care." San replies without thinking, like it's the most natural response in the world. "You need help." 

Seonghwa shakes his head, not making any eye-contact with the younger. "I can take care of myself." He says in such a way that San can't help but be skeptical. "You're younger than me. I'm not your responsibility." 

"You're my hyung," San stands his ground, already resolved to help Seonghwa. At least through the night, he can let Hongjoong know in the morning and they can work out a more long-term plan from there. "And my family is my responsibility." 

Seonghwa looks like he has another objection queued up, but before he can respond he bows his head into the toilet bowl when the formerly unproductive gag returns. This time, a slurry of sick pours out his open mouth. The oldest whimpers and moans as he stomach convulses to get every last drop out of him. 

San notices it's mostly clear and speculates that Seonghwa has been throwing up for so long that he's empty. Since they all ate the same thing, he concludes it's likely a stomach bug, not a lone case of food poisoning. While Seonghwa continues to stare into the bowl, San takes the opportunity to approach his hyung. He crouches down next to him and runs a hand along his back, "You're okay. Get it out. That's good." He whispers sweet reassurances until the episode is over. 

All the tension leaves Seonghwa's body at once, leaving him slack against the toilet seat. San's hand on his back distracts him from the cramping in his stomach, so for now he stops trying to shoo the younger away. The attention actually feels kind of nice, reminds him of home, of being the youngest in the family. Reminds him of how much he misses it. 

The porcelain seat is cold, but San's body is teeming with warmth. He craves that warmth, the comfort that comes with physical contact. It's more alluring than the ceramic bowl. It takes way more effort than it should, but he pushes himself off the toilet seat and into San's open arms. 

San sees Seonghwa's intention and helps him settle in, wrapping his arms comfortingly around his hyung. He uses just enough pressure so that he's hugging, but not squeezing. "Poor hyung, you really must not be feeling well." He soothes, pressing a kiss to Seonghwa's sweaty temple.  

Seonghwa whines, a long drawn out sound that might be an affirmative. He mumbles something about "hurt" and "cold" but all the words are muffled against San's shoulder. 

"C'mon, why don't we get you back to bed?" San suggests. He contemplates getting his hyung in the shower, but decides against it given the elder's weak state. Maybe when some of his energy returns, he'll push for a shower. 

"Couch," Seonghwa counters. 

San's eyebrow raises in curiosity, "You don't want to sleep in your bed. It's much more comfortable than the couch." He recommends, "If you're still worried about waking Mingi, don't be. His door is closed." 

Seonghwa shakes his head the tiniest bit. If San hadn't been critically analyzing his hyung's every movement, he would have missed it. "Not about Mingi," Seonghwa insists. His eyes start to water and his lower lip quivers. "Please, just couch." He begs through a sob. 

Though San doesn't totally understand why, he can tell it's a sensitive topic and surrenders. "Okay, okay," he hushes, "I'll take you to the couch. I'll set up a nice, soft blanket for you and get you extra pillows. Okay, how does that sound?" Seonghwa does like the sound of that, he affirms it with a small "mmhm." 

San pushes Seonghwa away just long enough to stand up on his own. Once he's on his feet, he holds out a hand to his hyung, "Can you stand?" 

Seonghwa holds the outstretched hand, squeezing it with all the might he can muster. He uses his other hand to hold into the edge of the sink, trying to get himself up. He makes it onto his knees, but can't make it any further. With a sniffle, he shakes his head sadly at his dongsaeng. 

San doesn't question it or force anything more from his hyung. He simply steps in and helps Seonghwa to his feet, shouldering much of his hyung's weight onto himself. "There we go, wanna try walking?" When Seonghwa doesn't object, San takes a tentative step forward, out of the bathroom. Seonghwa follows on wobbling knees. 

They make it to the entrance of the living room area when Seonghwa nearly throws himself against the wall. He clings to the wall, slowly sliding down until he's on the floor, head pressed against the wall. San crawls next to him, "What's wrong?" 

"Sorry, I'm… I feel really dizzy." He explains his sudden transition to the floor. "I just need a minute." 

There's a cold hand pressed against Seonghwa's forehead, something to focus on that will hopefully make his world stop spinning. Even with his eyes closed, he feels like he's riding a carousel at 160 kph. "You're burning up." The younger gasps like this is new information. Seonghwa has known of the fever for hours. "And you're probably dehydrated too. We've gotta get some liquid in you." 

A panic shoots through San as he scans the room, hoping that by some miracle someone might be there to help him. But he knows deep down that it's a lost cause. It's still the middle of the night. And the only other person in the apartment is sound asleep. So it's all up to him. "Stay here, okay?" He encourages, "I'm gonna get stuff ready for you." 

Seonghwa just nods, hand resting on his bloated stomach. Without San's cool hand to ground him, his mind is back to whirling around the carousel. He presses his head against the wall and whimpers until San's return. He has no way of knowing if seconds, minutes, or hours pass in his misery. 

San can hear Seonghwa's lonely cries as he passes through the apartment. He starts in the kitchen, setting on a kettle for tea and rummaging through the mostly barren cabinets, swearing up and down that he'd seen a sleeve of crackers lying untouched just a few days ago. When the crackers don’t turn up, San whispers out a curse and peers around for something else that would be easy on his hyung’s stomach. A bowl of jook would be ideal, but that will take a long time to prepare. Seonghwa needs nutrients now. 

He creates a tray of snacks, containing stray food they had in the apartment. He slices up every kind of fruit he could find, microwaves an instant noodle cup and set the flavor packet aside, and he borrowed one of Mingi’s favorite jello cups. San pours the whistling kettle over a peppermint tea bag and allows it to steep for only 1 minute, not wanting the tea to be too strong. Then he adds an electrolyte drink to the tray for good measure before carrying it out to the coffee table. 

He passes through the corridor again, paying Seonghwa little mind. It seems the older has started to drift off as he rested against the wall. San figures it just buys him time to finish setting up the living room. He takes a quick detour to his hyung's room to gather some additional supplies. 

Upon entering the room, San's hit with the smell of vomit. It doesn't take him long to notice the shallow pool of vomit beside the bed. He follows the trail up and sees another small puddle among the bedsheets. It's suddenly abundantly clear why Seonghwa was so adamant about not returning to his room, feeling too sickly to face the mess he'd made at some earlier point in the night. 

He decides to leave the mess for now, recentering his goal of getting Seonghwa nourished, medicated, and rested. He pulls out some fresh clothes for his hyung, figuring that his current outfit is either sweat soaked or vomit stained. Likely a putrid combination of both. 

He forgoes stealing the blankets off Seonghwa's bed and opts to take the bedding from his own room. But he makes sure to pick up Seonghwa’s Star Wars blanket for some familiarity and comfort. It's a child sized blanket. It hardly covers his torso effectively. But it's a great comfort to Seonghwa, especially when he's feeling sick or overly tired. 

Once San spreads out all the blankets to cover the scratchy fabric of the couch, he returns to find his hyung dozed off right where he's left him. He nudges the older awake. “Hwa-hyung, wake up.” He whispers, “You shouldn't sleep here.” 

Ever the light sleeper, Seonghwa rouses, though he immediately resumes his whimpers. “don't wanna get up.” A sob dies out in the back of his throat, “don't feel good.”

“I know you don't hyung,” San sympathizes, “but I have some things set up that will make you feel better.” He doesn't allow time for Seonghwa to refute before he's helping the older man to his feet and guiding him to the couch. 

Seonghwa's whole weight falls onto the couch, ready to sleep as soon as his head hits the pillow that San had laid out for him. He draws the Star Wars blanket close to his face and lets out a relaxed sigh. It feels like home. 

“No, not just yet hyung.” San nearly shouts just to get his hyung's attention. “First, try and get some food down.” He gestures to the options displayed on the coffee table. “Anything, please.” 

“Sannie, my stomach hurts” The older man slurs. “I don't think I can eat anything.” 

“Hyung,” San's voice morphs into a gentle scolding tone. “You need to eat something.” 

“No!” Seonghwa whimpers. “I just need to sleep.” 

“You know if the roles were reversed, you'd be trying to make me eat something.” San doesn't back down, despite his hyung's bratty behavior. He gives up on asking, opting to use a bit more force. He picks up the electrolyte drink and points the straw to Seonghwa’s lips. “take a sip.” 

When Seonghwa opens his mouth to refuse, the straw slides between his lips. He manages three small sips before he pushes the straw out of his mouth. “Cold.” He whines. 

“How about some tea, it's nice and warm by now.” San replaces the drink bottle with the tea cup. “Sit up a bit, I'll help you.” 

Seonghwa finally does as he's told. Propping himself up enough so San can tip the cup against his lips. The tea is warm, sends a wave of comfort through his chilled limbs. And the weak peppermint flavor coats his bubbling stomach. Still, he pushes San away before he's finished the cup. He just found this new comfort, he doesn't want to risk it by filling up too fast. 

San sets the cup down, “jello or apples?” He offers, figuring that the noodles may be too much for his hyung's stomach right now. He's not ecstatic, but he's satisfied with the amount of liquid Seonghwa managed to take but just wants a few bites of food in him as well.

He decides on the jello, likely a result of his natural sweet tooth winning out. San spoon feeds him an astounding five bites before he purses his lips and puts a hand on his stomach. “Done.” The sick man insists. 

“Okay,” San confirms. “Take a little medicine, then you can sleep again.” 

Seonghwa nods and takes the pills San hands him. He only sips a bit more of the electrolyte drink to force the pills down. And finally, he lays back down, settling into the couch and curling himself into a small ball. “You'll stay?” He looks pitifully at San. 

“Of course, hyung. I'll stay.” He leans against the front of the couch, resting his head on his hyung's thigh. 

“Thanks, Sannie.” Seonghwa’s breathing starts to even out as sleep overtakes him, “for taking such good care of me.” 

“Sleep well, Hwa.” San also starts to drift back to sleep, the adrenaline of the past hour finally dying down.

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A/N: Sorry again for another long absence in sharing fics. I have a few more request fics I'm actively working on and some original ideas I want to flesh out. I know my motivations have been wavering, but I'll get through them in time. I'm finally starting to feel more like myself again, so hopefully, I'll get out of this funk soon. But I make no promises to timing. Just know that I'm still here, still writing as I'm able to. Please accept this overdue Ateez fic as a token of my gratitude.

As always, thanks for reading to the end! I really appreciate each and every one of you who make it this far! Feedback is always appreciated. And please let me know if I missed any tags or TWs. And please call me out for any errors you notice!

🧡 Aki

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[k-sickies]

3k of what was just a small idea...

Or more like the story on how Yeosang found out that he can't handle a person being sick to their stomach anymore-

Warning: description of vomit

Vacation. Ah what a beautiful word. Especially after an amazing but stressful tour. 

For a few weeks Ateez are allowed to have free time, it was just three days off but to them it meant everything. Without a camera or staff. 

The members individually decided what to do. Some of them stayed home and used the time to relax. Then there are Yeosang and San. 

Those two decided to go on a trip to Jeju island. Just the two of them relaxing in the beautiful nature. But before flying to Jeju, they had to take the train for a few hours since they planned to make a short stop at Sans hometown and visit his parents.

-

“Yeosang~ we are running late! Usually you're not that slow with packing. What are you doing??” San whined, standing in the door frame of the olders room and watching him search for something in his wardrobe.

“I’m looking for what to wear for the last few days! I have my casual clothes but I don’t really have anything nice picked out.” Yeosang mumbled distractedly, a small pout on his lips. 

Anyone could tell that Yeosang was really excited for the trip as he usually wants the tip to break his head over what to wear that much.

San smiled softly and walked over to the older, lightly smacking his friend's butt. 

“Yeosangie you're really special.” He giggled as he looked through Yeosangs wardrobe. Picking a few clothes out of it and putting it neatly into the older one's suitcase. 

The good thing is that the younger one knows exactly what Yeosang likes to wear and how he could stress himself out over the smallest things.

Yeosang watched San in awe. His eyes were shining. He's really happy to have such a good friend.

“Ready, puppy?” San teased as he ruffled through the olders blonde coloured hair.

“I think so..” Yeosang trailed off, distracted by Sans actions. He quickly checked off his mental checklist before nodding as confirmation. “Yeah, I’m ready. Also, I’m not a puppy!”

“Yes you are!” San laughed as he quickly rushed out of the olders one's room. 

Knowing too well that Yeosang would get his revenge as soon as they’re in the car.

So San grabbed his own luggage and quickly walked over to the car, putting it in the trunk and seating himself on the backseat. 

Luckily they have one of those privacy screens between the back and front seat, so the manager wouldn’t bother them and they have their privacy. 

San could swear he forgot something, he checked his list but as soon as Yeosang entered the car, his thoughts stopped. Probably wasn’t anything important. 

He looked up at the older and put his most innocent smile on, blinking his eyes in hopes that Yeosang would be easy in his revenge.

Yeosang pouted a little at him. “At least I'm not a mountain.” He huffed playfully, crossing his arms. 

“You’re a mountain.” Yeosang repeated, holding back a giggle and trying to stay serious.

San acted offended and shocked. Putting his hand over his heart. “Wow Yeo. How can you get so personal?”

It stayed silent for a while until both of them broke into a laughing fit. Now it’s finally time to start their own little trip. And it will be a good one. At least that’s what they thought. 

Until 20 minutes into the drive San knew what he forgot. His medicine for motion sickness. It’s now sitting at home.. on the counter.. all alone.

How stupid could a person be? Forgetting their own medicine. 

San knew better than to forget that, he knew how horrible his motion sickness could get. For a moment he wanted to tell Yeosang and ask if they could turn around and get the pills. But he decided against it as he saw the sweet smile on the olders lips as he looked out of the window, clearly excited. San couldn’t destroy that peace. 

He smiled fondly as he watched the older. 

How can such a person be such an Angel? San thought. 

San sighed to himself. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad this time and he would make it through the whole car ride without getting violently sick. After all, he doesn't feel any kind of symptoms right now. Maybe luck would be on his side today.

On occasion, Yeosang turned to San to point out the interesting little things his eyes picked up on. Sometimes it would be a little field of flowers and other times it would be him pointing out nostalgic buildings. His favorite cafe, an arcade, the McDonald’s that Wopyoung got sick at one time.. it was funny how the littlest things had such a big meaning. 

“Sannie look!” Yeosang exclaimed, pointing out an animal shelter. “I wanna adopt them all.” He pouted. “Sannie can we get another dog?"

Slowly, San turned his gaze out of the window. Knowing that this may trigger his motion sickness. He looked over to the animal shelter. Smiling about the fact that Yeosang would like to help every creature in the world. San is no different. He would too. 

“I don’t think we can handle more than one dog, Yunho is enough.” He chuckled 

“But I’m sure we could ask at the shelter if we could walk some dogs for them in our free time?” 

San knew their free time was limited and there’s rarely a chance they would get to do that. But right now he doesn’t want to destroy the mood and just hopes he could please the older with that.

The younger tilted his head to look at the older one. Noticing his eyebags. He must be tired. No wonder. He didn’t sleep the whole night, too excited for the trip. But San also knew that Yeosang never sleeps in cars, always having a hard time to rest in them.

Yeosang noticed him looking up at him. The older tilted his head at him with curiosity. “What is it, Sannie?” He smiled. He knew San well, and he also knew that the face he was making was his “oh- that’s worrying” face. 

“Is there something on my face??” He pulled out his phone to look in the front camera, turning his head at all angles to make sure he looked okay.

San snorted. “Yes, your eye bags that make you look like a zombie. Didn’t you sleep?” 

He knew the answer but he still wanted to hear it.

“Give me a break, I was too excited!” Yeosang whined playfully at him. It was true. Sometimes when he was too excited or too nervous for something, it took him forever to fall asleep. Sometimes he even had to take medicine to help him sleep, but even then he’d often be awake until 4 am because his body still wouldn’t let him. At least it was out of excitement this time.

San hummed understanding. 

“So you want to try to sleep? You look exhausted.”

He knew the answer. Yeosang wouldn’t be able to. Not in the car, not like that. San did know a way it would work out, but he also knew how shy Yeosang could get. So he wanted him to admit that he really is feeling exhausted. That would be a tough one. Even though he could already see Yeosang yawning. 

“You know my shoulder is rather comfortable. That’s what Woo always says.” San giggled.

“Well.. I could try, but I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep. You know it’s impossible for me to in a car.” Yeosang sighed. “I’ll be okay.”

San rolled his eyes. “Idiot.” 

Without saying anything else he wrapped his arm around the olders waist and pulled him close. So now Yeosangs head was resting on the youngers shoulder. San could feel that Yeosangs body stiffened under the sudden skin ship. 

His arm that was around the olders waist carefully took Yeosangs arm and started drawing circles on it. That’s what Wooyoung always did to San when he had trouble falling asleep after getting sick in the car. He knew that Yeosang would eventually relax. At least he hopes so. He doesn’t want the older to be all tired as soon as they arrive. He knew how devastating it would be for Yeosang to not enjoy every minute of their trip.

Sadly San could feel that Yeosang was still stiff under his touch and didn’t relax one single muscle. San knew why. The older is probably flustered by the situation. 

“It’s only awkward if you’re making it awkward.” San murmured. His voice was soft, sounding comforting.

Yeosangs eyes were widened with surprise, his cheeks red and his heart pounding. What was he supposed to do? He can't help but feel shy about every sudden skinship. Eventually, he found himself subconsciously relaxing under Sans touch, trying to fight the urge to close his eyes. Soon, a wave of sleepiness overwhelmed him and his eyes began fluttering close. His breathing began evening out. He was falling asleep.

“Liar” San grinned. 

He was proud of himself. Being able to let the older fall asleep in a car was something one could be proud of. Honestly he was surprised that it worked. Actually he thought it wouldn’t and he would just have a tired and moody Yeosang the whole car right. Luckily that wasn’t the case. 

Now it was his turn to stare out of the window and enjoy the view a bit. 

As Yeosang slept, the more relaxed he became. His arm landed onto the youngers lap and remained there for a bit before he shifted in his sleep. His arm snakes around his waist and he buried his face further into San. He’d never been able to sleep so peacefully during a car ride.

San smiled softly as he watched the slightly older sleeping so peacefully. He pulled him just a little closer and continued to look out of the window. 

Honestly he can feel his stomach acting up. There’s a slight discomfort sitting on the top of his stomach. A slight headache settling in. 

Maybe it would go away. At least that’s what he wished for. 

Around 40 minutes later San knew his wish wasn’t granted. The uncomfortable feeling morphed into a painful one. Nausea settled deep in his stomach. His hands shaking and the dizziness only getting worse with each movement of the car. He could feel all the bumps of the road. Rocking his stomach contents back and forth. San can’t help but squeeze his eyes shut. Sweat dripped down his brows. 

Yeosangs arm around his waist is no longer a nice presence. The pressure feels too harsh on his stomach. Only making the nausea more known. A burp interrupted him, tasting sour. San knew what was going on. He needs to wake Yeosang up. Quick. 

But after the fifth time he tried to shake the older awake to no avail, San gave up. That wasn’t his best idea. Letting Yeosang, the exhausted and tired Yeosang, sleep in the car while he forgot to take his damn medicine. But the older one looked so exhausted and tired. San couldn’t help himself. But this is a price he’s willing to pay for his friend. 

However, with a rather harsh bump the seatbelt and Yeosangs arm got pressed more into his stomach. Only now he knew how upset his stomach really is. He doesn’t even have the time to swallow down the sickness. Because suddenly he leaned forward with a gag and clear liquid rushed up his throat. Splashing directly onto Yeosangs lap, waking him up in the process. Normally San would immediately apologize, but he couldn’t react that fast. All he was able to do was fold himself around his stomach and let the rush of sickness come up his throat. He was coughing and tears started to stream down his eyes. The sickness burning his throat. He needs to get out of here but the manager is still driving, not noticing what is going on due to the blind screen. He hopes that Yeosang isn’t mad at him, after all getting thrown up on isn’t very pleasant.

Yeosang didn’t even really process the fact that he had a pile of puke on his lap, he weasnt really awake yet. As soon as he actually noticed what was going on he couldnt help but feel really uneasy. The warm liquid in his lap, the smell. He felt like throwing up himself. However he was quick to rub San back. He whimpered a little, anxiously. He didn’t know what to do. “I-It’s okay Sannie-“ the older attempted to help him.

Yeosang looked around for something, anything he could use as a trash can. He couldn’t find anything, so he just continued rubbing Sans back while trying his best to keep his own stomach in place.

San gasped between heaves. Trying to get words out. 

“S-stop the c-car..” he somehow managed to mumble between heaves. 

By now Sans hands were also soiled with sickness. But he couldn’t help but ignore that for the moment. He didn’t care. Not while feeling this sick.

Yeosang nodded and got the driver's attention to pull over. Once they did so, Yeosang carefully helped his friend out of the car. Along the way, he whispered what he had hoped to be words of comfort. He always did his best to make sure he was doing all he could to help. He’d feel useless just standing aside and being.. well, useless.

As soon as they got out of the car San hunched over, steadying himself with his hands on his knees. While Yeosang kept his distance. He couldn’t help but feel uneasy with the sight. Yeosang knew he had to help San but the situation was just too overwhelming. 

San was in absolute agony with another gag, clear liquid rushed up his throat, splashing on the street's asphalt. He gagged again, this time it was unproductive. Only spit hanging on his plump lips. There was nothing else in San as he was left in dry gags. Not being able to calm down. He tried to take a few deep breaths in and out. Until he finally looked at the puddle of puke in front of him. He cringes at the sight.

His hands were soiled, actually his pants and some parts of his shirt too. San just wiped off his hand on his pants, not caring since it’s already soiled. 

He guided one of his own hands under his shirt and placed it on his upset stomach. The nausea is still there, but slowly calming down. The solid ground he's standing on doesn’t make any movement. He’s still feeling dizzy though, but his mind no longer clouded. 

He spit on the ground one more time, trying to get the disgusting taste out of his mouth. 

Finally he looked up at Yeosang and saw his soiled pants. 

“Yeo..I'm so sorry.." he teared up. 

"I-I really didn’t mean to…. I wanted to wake you up…but I felt so sick and-“ he sighed, the redness on his cheeks is the only color that was left on the singer's face.

“Hey, hey..don't cry...” Yeosang began. Now feeling really guilty about not being able to help the younger.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it, okay? I- I need to get this pants off-” 

Yeosang couldn't help but rush out of the situation and get fresh pants out of his suitcase. He quickly changed himself, not caring that they're in public. Ad soon as he was in new pants the grabbed the hand sanitizer and cleaned his hands. 

"It's okay. It was just vom- no. It's water. Yes it was just water. Nothing else." Yeosang tried to calm himself.

Meanwhile San had cleaned himself up too with the help of the manager.

“I think I have some water.” the manager said.He went to check his bag. Thankfully he brought a water bottle. He unscrewed the cap and he helped San sip the water. “Slowly.” He reminded.

San nodded as he grabbed the bottle. Taking a few sips out of it. After that he took another sip to clean his mouth. At least some of the gross taste was out of his mouth now. He’s still feeling dizzy and weak though. 

San looked over to the car, frowning as he watched Yeosang. The manager knew better and gave some room for the two idols.

Yeosang walked up to San. Looking down and fumbling with his fingers.

“I’m sorry.. the car is all soiled now. Your pants too..” he bit his lips, trying not to tear up again.

“Ahh I should really clean that up now.”

San rubbed his neck in embarrassment. Only now really realizing what was really going on.

“No, no no!" Yeosang immediately rushed to San, teying his best to forget what happened. He wrapped an arm around San, gently rubbing up and down his arm. “We can take care of that later, you’re more important, okay? Someone will clean it up, you need to rest the best you can for now.” 

Yeosang offered a small smile, hoping that he was being comforting enough. He was often a bit awkward and didn’t really know what to say, but he hoped he helped, even if it was just a little. 

San sighed. “I’m still sorry...” 

Then he looked down to the olders fresh pants. 

“Aren't those mine?" San asked 

Yeosang looked down at the pants. Now that San mentioned it. Those definitely aren't Yeosangs pants. 

"Oh- I must have grabbed the wrong suitcase-."

San chuckled “You did."

“Maybe~” Yeosang giggled playfully. “Alright come on, you gotta rest.” He carefully helped San back into the cleaned car, having him lean against him the same way that the younger did for him earlier. He held him close, rubbing gentle circles on his back. 

“Try to rest now, okay?” Yeosang whispered. He hoped that he did somewhat okay with taking care of his friend. As he continued to hold him close, he could feel the younger's breathing begin to even out. He sighed in relief at that. “Get better soon, Sannie.”

Yeosang couldn't help but feel relief that San was sleeping now. He had to admit that the situation grossed him out a lot. Actually it made him feel sick himself but as the only comfort place for San right now, he had to be there for him. Even if it meant that he had to stay strong. However, he knows better now. Next time they're in a car he will make sure not to sleep on anyone's lap or even be near someone who might get sick. He never had a problem with vomit before but now he isn't so sure anymore…

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[sicky-hobi]

i. need. seonghwa. emeto. (or any type) of. sickfics. please. recommend. below.

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[dudadragneel]

Hello guys! It's me!

How are you?

So I'm in desperate need of help.

I had a really detailed Sickfic dream about San, from Ateez. But since I don't write for them (at least not yet), I wanted to make a request.

But I don't know who I should send an ask to, because there a lot of good writers out there.

So, my dearest writers, you're free to message me about it (not as an ask) and I'll send you the request very detailed!

💜

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[tafeekafee]

⌛ATEEZ Headcanons - Dizzy/Feverish

🐿️ Hongjoong

Gets dizzy so fucking easily that it’s a surprise he hasn’t fainted more often

Dizzy spells from low blood sugar because he so often forgets to eat when in the studio

Fainted into EDEN’s arms before and ever since all of EDENary and Maddox keep sugary cereal bars on hand to fed to him

But from experience he knows how to keep himself from fainting if he notices soon enough - locks his knees, squats or sits down etc.

Gets super nauseous from fevers - sometimes he just gets really nauseous and pukes before anybody even realizes that he is running a high temp - mostly because they hold his hair back and when they touch his forehead they find it burning and be like ??? !!!

“Shit, I’m late for practice”, Hongjoong muttered, looking at his smartphone. He had been so deep into producing with Maddox and Eden that he had completely forgotten the time.

“Go, we’ll make do without you”, Eden said, rolling his eyes.

“Thanks”, Hongjoong replied and jumped up.

Only for the whole word starting to turn into a twisting kaleidoscope. He stumbled, vision going black.

“Joong-ah”, Maddox called and as Hongjoong opened his eyes again he found himself back in his chair, his mentor squatting down in front of him. Maddox looked worried, while EDEN had a rather unreadable expression on his face.

The oldest producer slid a cereal bar over to him and Maddox helped Hongjoong open the bar, as his fingers shook too much.

“You need to remember to eat, Hongjoong”, EDEN said, worry and displeasure fighting in his voice, “I’ll call Seonghwa to let him know you will not be going to practice. We’re having dinner now.”

Resigned Hongjoong nodded.

⭐ Seonghwa

Doesn’t really run fevers, so when he does he doesn’t notice

Like having a fever is so unexpected for him that he only believes it when Hongjoong shoves the thermometer in his face

After that he is done, once he knows he is sick it’s like his body gets the permission to fall apart

Has fainted from a fever once as he didn’t even realize how bad it was

Scared the shit out of Yeosang who had to catch him

Has a complex about being the oldest, so he doesn’t tell anybody if something is up

“Hyung?”, a loud voice called and somebody was tapping his cheek. Annoyed, Seonghwa groaned and tried to slap the hand away. Instead whoever it was caught his hand in their and held on tight.

Slowly Seonghwa blinked open his eyes to stare into the wide-eyed gaze of Jongho, who looked like he had a halo around his head. Another blink and Seonghwa realized that it was just the overhead lights that made the maknae shine. 

“Wha’ happ’n’?”, he slurred, his tongue uncooperative in his mouth. 

Jongho moved a bit away and Seonghwa was able to see that he was laying in the middle of the hallway, his members surrounding him. Hongjoong and Yunho were kneeling next to the maknae. Yeosang and Woyooung were cuddled up in San’s arms somewhere by Seonghwa’s feet. Mingi was nowhere to be seen.

“You fainted when you came out of the shower”, Hongjoong explained, his voice a bit shaky, “you are lucky Yeosang managed to catch you.”

🐶 Yunho

Gets dizzy when it’s hot and he’s dehydrated

Reluctantly tells one of the hyungs 

He really doesn’t want to but he knows if he faints he might injure himself and he wants to avoid that

Besides, he’s so tall, he knows they won’t be able to get him of the floor

Also he really doesn’t want Mingi to worry so he speaks up in time

Every single illness is accompanied by a fever - everybody else has a slight sniffle? Yunho has a fever - somebody is puking from a stomach bug? Yunho is too but he also has a fever

“Hyung?”, Yunho whispered, tapping Seonghwa’s shoulder. They had an M/V shoot in the middle of the hottest day of the year and it was … wow, everything was tilting.

“Yunho?”, Seonghwa asked, already alarmed after seeing the younger’s sweaty and pale face. A few patches of skin were red from the sun. “What’s wrong?”

“Dizzy”, Yunho mumbled, slumping forward, “everything’s spinning. Don’t wanna faint.”

Seonghwa’s eyes widened and he called over their manager. Together they dragged the tallest member to some shade where the three maknaes were sitting. Immediately Yunho was fussed over by his best friend.

“Yunho, drink”, Mingi encouraged, “you’ve been dancing in the hot sun all day and you are so bad with heat. Knowing you, you didn’t even drink enough. Slow sips.”

With a sign, Yunho complied. 

👑 Yeosang

Has no idea how to say he isn’t feeling good, so he kinda doesn’t

Whenever he gets dizzy which often happens when he’s feverish he just stumbles into people because everything is spinning

That’s how they know

In a reverse to their normal roles he does get clingy towards Wooyoung

He has a fever? He just sleeps 

Honestly waking a feverish Yeosang is the hardest task Seonghwa had ever had to face and it nearly made him cry

“Sang-ah?”, Seonghwa whispered, shaking the younger’s shoulder. They had sent Yeosang to bed yesterday evening when he had stumbled into Mingi during recording and they noticed his high fever. Now he was due for some fever reducers and some food. 

But Yeosang showed no sign of waking up. No matter what Seonghwa tried. Ten minutes later the eldest gave up, shakily getting to his feet. Tears burned in his eyes but he refused to let them fall. He didn’t need worried dongsaengs beside one very sick one.

As he stumbled out of the room, ready to ask Hongjoong to call an ambulance, he was stopped by Wooyoung in the living room. “Couldn’t wake him?”, the second maknae asked. Seonghwa shook his head, not even questioning how Wooyoung knew. His worry overshadowed everything else.

“Don’t worry, hyung. Sang-ah is just a really deep sleeper when sick. Nothing we can do but wait.”

Seonghwa was dragged back to the bedroom and handed the thermometer. 

“It’s only 38.2°C”, he said in astonishment. 

“Told you, deep sleeper”, Wooyoung replied and jumped into the bed, only to immediately get hugged by the still asleep Yeosang. He grinned.

⛰️ San

Tries to push through illnesses - at least that’s always his plan

He doesn’t hold out long though and tells Yunho who gets him lying down asap when dizzy

Fevers make him really really emotional and he keeps crying 

Misses his parents and grandparents a lot when sick and is constantly on the phone with them once his fever gets too high

Hongjoong had once had to stop his grandparents from coming all the way to Seoul because San called them with a very high fever and not making much sense

Wants cuddles from every member but especially his Seonghwa-hyung or his personal pillow aka Jeong Yunho

“Hyung, everything hurts”, San cried, big fat tears rolling down his cheeks.

“I know, San-ah”, Yunho replied helplessly, wiping at the tears. He had been woken by his younger roommate in the middle of the night. At first a sleepy Yunho had been worried why a simple nightmare had turned his dongsaeng into a blubbering mess but when he had felt the heat radiating off him, he had understood.

“Everything’s spinning”, San mumbled, “make it stop.”

“Come here”, Yunho whispered and wrapped San in his arms, carefully laying back so that the smaller was resting on his chest. “Sleep, I’ve got you.”

“I miss my family.”

“I know, baby, we’ll call them in the morning, okay?”

“‘Kay.”

🐣 Mingi

Gets scared when his body betrays him and immediately seeks out his Hongjoong-hyung

Basically becomes a baby which makes it hard for Hongjoong since Mingi is so much taller than him

Has never fainted before because people get him sitting or laying down as soon as he speaks up

Generally has a high body temperature so it takes some time for him to actually run a fever

“Hongjoong-hyung, I don’t feel good”, Mingi said.

Not sparing a second Hongjoong stopped his work, spinning around in his desk chair to muster the younger who had just entered his studio. The younger man was pale and his eyes were blown wide with … fear?

The captain jumped up to reach out to him, gently holding onto his arm. “What’s wrong?”

“I … uh”, Mingi whispered, “I’m kinda feeling dizzy.” Shit. Okay.

“Let’s sit down okay?”, Hongjoong said and tightened his grip on the younger. Then pulled them over to the couch before anything could happen. Mingi was just too damn tall for Hongjoong to completely hold him up, especially if it was unexpected. Hongjoong gently helped the younger lay on his back, feet raised on the armrest. He gently stroked his hand through the messy, slick hair. 

“Hey, princess?”, the captain asked then, tapping Mingi’s cheeks. “Let’s rest for a moment and I’ll get you something to drink. Then Yunho and I will take you back to the dorm, okay?”

🦊 Wooyoung

Contrary to what people might think he doesn’t get whiny

He gets quiet which is much more scary

He is kinda scared people will judge him or wave him off because he normally is dramatic 

just hug him please

Just suddenly faints (well, only suddenly to everybody else) and got a concussion from that once

“Wooyoung?”, San asked, “what do you think about going home now? Wooyoung?”

San turned around and his heart nearly stopped. The younger was slumped against the mirror of the dance practice room, eyes closed and body so limp it was clear he wasn’t conscious.

“Oh God”, Hongjoong exclaimed and ran over to the younger, kneeling down by his side. 

San was frozen in shock. They had just decided to end practice early since Wooyoung had been off all day, quiet and closed off, which was so unnatural to their sunshine demon. Now the younger was unconscious with Hongjoong, Yunho, Yeosang and a manager kneeling by his side. Seonghwa appeared by San’s side, pulling him into his side in a protective embrace and together they walked a bit closer.

“Wha’?” San was sure he had never heard a more beautiful sound.

“Hey, baby”, Hongjoong whispered, stroking back Wooyoung’s hair as the younger’s eyes flickered open.

“How are you feeling?”, Yunho asked, a bit of guilt in his voice. It was his dance practice that had gone wrong after all. Hongjoong must have heard it too as he placed a hand on Yunho’s back.

“Tired, dizzy, my head hurts”, Wooyoung mumbled. Yeosang sneaked a hand to his forehead.

“No wonder, Young-ah, you’re burning up. Bed, now.”

🧸 Jongho

Doesn’t get sick often

But when he does, oh boy

All his reserves of wanting to be Maknae on Top crumble and he goes to any of his hyungs, but likely Hongjoong because he isn’t overwhelming and not as touchy as the others

Kind of wants hug but also doesn’t because he’s hot and sweaty and just bah

Dizziness is really disorientating to him, so he immediately speaks up because he cannot stay upright

Gets the worst chills

“Hey, Jongho-yah”, Hongjoong greeted from the doorway, finding the maknae curled up under a lot of blankets, “still not feeling any better?”

Jongho shook his head, shivering. He had really scared the group when he had sat down unexpectedly during recordings earlier that day, complaining of dizziness. One second he had been singing, the next he had been on the ground, clutching Mingi’s legs to keep himself upright.

They had crowded the maknae a bit, Hongjoong had had to admit but Jongho hadn’t even cared much. Instead he had asked the captain to take him home. Soft for his baby and worried when finding him burning up Hongjoong had done as asked, not even sparing a thought for the recordings. Maddox, who had been watching in worry, and Mingi had it under control.

“Hyung, can you lie down with me?”, Jongho asked timidly, “I am so cold.”

“Of course.” Hongjoong crawled under the blankets, hugging the younger to his chest. He could feel the chills wreck the whole bed and just how sweaty Jongho was. He didn’t care at all.

“I’m sorry”, the maknae whispered, burying his face in Hongjoong’s shoulder, “I’m disgusting.”

“Shush, you’re just sick”, the captain replied quietly, “it’s okay.”

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[cuddlepilefics]

Totally drained

Fandom: Ateez

Sickie: Mingi

Caregivers: Ateez (mainly Seonghwa, Yunho & San)

TW: emeto, real person fiction, anxiety attack

@monthofsick

No one’s POV.:

To say that Mingi had had a long day, would be an understatement. He had only returned from the where he had been producing with Hongjoong till the early morning hours to take a shower and catch an hour of shut eye before they had to leave for their schedule. Seonghwa had prepared some breakfast for him because Mingi was still in a daze as he got ready to head out and couldn’t possibly remember that he had to eat something. Not that he even had an appetite. He doubted he’d be able to stomach anything anytime soon but he appreciated his hyung’s gesture. San read out their schedule for the day as they settled into the car to collect the rest of the members but Mingi was already dozing off with his head against the window. The only word he picked up was ‘fan sign event’, a deep sense of unease settling over him as he drifted off.

Mingi felt shaky when he climbed out of the car, trudging to the practice room behind the rest of the group. Yunho was catching him up on their schedule and frowned at his reaction. They’d start the day with dance practice, which Mingi couldn’t imagine getting through on his single hour of sleep, before freshening up to get ready for a fan sign event. He already had a headache, so he wasn’t really looking forward to being in a noisy room full of strangers. Just the thought already made his heart race and he had this funny feeling within his chest that made it hard to breathe. Yunho could tell and wanted nothing more than to wrap his arm around his best friend to comfort him but knew better than to touch him right now.

“I made breakfast but he didn’t eat, so I packed it up in case he’ll get hungry later”, Seonghwa informed quietly. Hongjoong had been worried about the younger because he could imagine how drained the boy must feel after their long night at the studio. Watching Yunho hover close by but still avoid physical contact, the leader figured that Mingi was on edge and he couldn’t blame him. The rapper already disliked fan sign events on a good day and today it certainly wasn’t one of the good days.

Yunho’s heart ached for his best friend as he stood in front of the group to lead their dance practice session. He knew today would be tough and the younger was already in rough shape, looking ready to drop. They’d be working on some of their most straining choreographies today, so he had warned Mingi to go to bed early but typically they had lost track of time and he probably should’ve told Hongjoong ahead of time too. “Today will be intense, if you don’t feel up to it, you can go and sit out a couple of rounds”, Yunho whispered as he helped Mingi stretch, “I’d rather have you just watch than push yourself too hard.” Though the reassurance helped ease his nerves a little, the rapper promised himself to participate as much as he possibly could without fainting.

This determination had Mingi push on even when his stomach started to ache. Rationally, he knew it was most likely hunger because he had skipped breakfast and was dancing so intensely on an empty stomach. Seonghwa had reminded him of the lunchbox in his bag a couple of times but the thought of their fan sign event later had him feel sick with nerves, so he couldn’t possibly stomach anything right now. Besides, if he sat out, his mind would have more capacity to spiral. Right now, all he could focus on was staying on his feet and trying to execute the different dance moves although they were sloppy. It was normal to feel sore and shaky running on so little sleep and no food, so nothing too concerning right?

Mingi was so out of it that he didn’t even hear Hongjoong calling for a break. Yunho had been monitoring all of the members but had kept an especially close eye on his best friend and had motioned to Hongjoong that something was seriously wrong. Seeing the others head for their water bottles, Mingi stumbled over to his bag and collapsed next to it. Propped up by the wall, the rapper pulled his knees up and rested his forehead on them, breathing hard. “Mingi-ah, you’re done with dancing for today”, Hongjoong announced as he crouched in front of his dongsaeng, “You’re in no shape to dance and I will not risk you injuring yourself because you’re exhausted.”

Taking a seat next to Mingi, Yunho hummed: “Eat something. You’re white as a sheet, while the rest of us is flushed from dancing. I can tell you’re running low.” The younger didn’t lift his head to acknowledge he had heard them. He was far too dizzy to move at all. “Don’t curl in on yourself”, Yunho scolded softly when he noticed how much his friend was struggling to breathe, “Come on, chest nice and wide, now breathe with me.” Clinging to his hyung’s voice, Mingi focused only on him and tried his best to match him. They had done this before. Yunho knew how to bring him down and Mingi trusted him to do so. Hongjoong gave them some space and quietly told the group they’d be taking a longer break and to leave the room for a while.

“Do you want to talk?”, Yunho asked quietly, once Mingi had been breathing steadily for a few minutes. Holding back tears, the rapper shrugged: “It’s no big deal. ‘m just tired.” – “Is it about later?”, Yunho guessed, slowly reaching out to rub the younger’s back. He was slow enough that Mingi could tell him ‘no’ if he didn’t want to be touched but right now it helped a bit. “It’s gotten so much better but I’m tired as hell and it seems like the end of the world right”, Mingi admitted, voice barely above a whisper. Smiling sympathetically, Yunho hummed: “Can you tell me what you’re feeling right now?” – “My heart’s racing, chest tight and cramps. ‘m totally drained by the lack of sleep, so aching all over but those three are worst”, the rapper mumbled, afraid of his hyung’s scolding he added, “I know I shouldn’t have let it get to this point.”

They sat for a few more minutes, Yunho texting Hongjoong that Mingi wouldn’t be able to attend their fan sign event and should best be sent home to catch up on some of the missed sleep. There was a tentative knock before Seonghwa slipped into the room. Slowly approaching the pair, the eldest took a seat on the floor and hummed: “Hongjoong is talking to management right now because we all agree that you shouldn’t attend today. Will you be okay staying home on your own?” Mingi gave a defeated nod but deep down was glad that he could go home. “That’s good”, Seonghwa smiled, “There are conditions though, for your safety. You need to eat and drink something before you leave because the risk of you passing out on the way back is too high right now and please shoot us a message as soon as you arrive, so we know you made it and we don’t have to send a search team to look for you.”

Though wincing, Mingi accepted the lunchbox and lifted a bite to his lips. His stomach cramped up in but he reminded himself that his bed was waiting for him at home and he could lay down with his heating pad soon. “You’re doing great”, Yunho praised quietly, rubbing Mingi’s back, “Take it as slow as you need to.” The rapper’s tongue felt heavy and he needed a few sips of water to get the food down at all. Hands trembling, Mingi had to place everything down, so he wouldn’t drop it. “My stomach feels funny”, he muttered but knowing it could also be hunger, he slowly finished half of his food, taking long breaks in between the bites though, while his group resumed their practice.

The music drowned out the painful gurgles coming from Mingi’s stomach but Yunho still spotted his friend’s miserable expression in the mirror. Shakily getting to his feet, Mingi wrapped an arm protectively around his middle and dragged himself to the restroom. His meal wasn’t sitting right. The rocking motion of his steps brought his stomach closer to the edge and he had to swallow back a burp as he shouldered open the restroom door.

Breathing erratically, Mingi burst into the stall. With sweaty hands, he braced himself against the walls as he choked on air, coughing hard. Dark spots clouded his vision and he couldn’t tell whether the first wave of sick actually made it into the bowl. He couldn’t dwell on it for long, stomach lurching again. Tears spilled down his pale cheeks as a loud retch brought up more undigested bits. A hand appeared on Mingi’s back, bringing his racing mind back to the present but it didn’t feel right. “It’s okay”, San shushed, backing off when the younger flinched away from his touch. He felt helpless, not knowing how to comfort his dongsaeng now that physical affection was out of question.

Mingi’s trembling hand brushed against San’s, clutching it tightly. The older winced at how sweaty his palm was but gave it a reassuring squeeze, humming: “Try to slow your breathing, Mingi-ah. You’ll pass out if you don’t slow down.” Gasping weakly, Mingi tried to force in some air but failed, getting dizzier by the minute. With how little he had had in his stomach, it didn’t take long for him to be empty, his quick, ragged breaths only interrupted by strained, dry heaves. “Do you want me to get Yunho? He’s teaching right now, that’s why I followed you but I can get him”, San worried, not really wanting to leave the younger alone but unsure of what to do. Nodding desperately, Mingi let go of the other’s hand and hugged his twisting middle as he hoped his hyung would be quick.

“I’m here”, Yunho panted as he crouched behind Mingi, who had slumped against the wall of the stall. The rapper didn’t even move when he heard Yunho’s voice, his breath shallow and fast. Carefully lifting his dongsaeng’s head, Yunho frowned: “Hey, you with me?” Mingi nodded the slightest bit, recognizing the voice though his eyes remained out of focus. “You can feel my hand, take a deep breath right where you feel it”, Yunho instructed, gently spreading his palm over the lower half of Mingi’s chest. His touch was incredibly light, just a guidance without making breathing any harder for the younger. Drawing a shuddering breath, the rapper finally felt his body again and tried to focus solely on Yunho’s hand instead of the flood of miserable symptoms crashing over him. “Good job”, the dancer whispered, “Keep focusing on your breathing.”

The dizziness slowly dissipated but Mingi’s body remained slack, too weak to keep himself upright, so Yunho pulled his friend into his arms to prop him up against his own chest. Tearing off some toilet paper, he gently cleaned Mingi up while his heart ached. The rapper looked totally drained and not in any shape to be sent home alone.

“How’s your stomach now?”, Yunho hummed, carefully brushing Mingi’s bangs out of his face. Finally meeting his hyung’s eyes, the rapper rasped: “Fluttery. ‘m probably empty though.” – “Okay. How do you feel?” – “Weak… tired… everything hurts”, Mingi slurred, closing his eyes again. Resting his hand on his friend’s chest again, Yunho pleaded: “Stay awake for me, yeah? You have nothing to worry about, hyung will figure it out but I need you to stay conscious.”

Yunho wanted so badly to take Mingi home and take care of him for the rest of the day but he knew he wouldn’t be able to miss the fan sign too. Plus, Atiny would be so disappointed if only six members were attending. Hongjoong had the saving idea, getting Mingi to sleep on the couch at the back of Eden’s studio. The producer could keep an eye on him while the group attended the event. Not that he had to do much because the boy was out cold after sipping some of the tea they had brought him. The hot drink soothed both, his stomach and his nerves, making it easy to give into the exhaustion.

Mingi had a hard time waking up when Yunho came to collect him and blearily stumbled along to the waiting car. The members had already worked out that Yunho would be staying at Mingi’s dorm for the night because the two were the closest and if anyone was able to calm the rapper down, it was Yunho. Seonghwa had taken it upon himself to cook some soup and plain rice because Mingi had only had a few bites that day and those he had immediately thrown back up, though he apologized repeatedly now that he was more coherent. He couldn’t understand why Seonghwa was cooking him another meal because when the eldest had gone out of his way to pack him a lunchbox, he hadn’t appreciated the effort in any way. In Mingi’s mind, it would be more logical if the other was mad at him but that didn’t seem to be the case.

“I’m sorry, we forced you to eat earlier”, Seonghwa hummed as he took a seat on the edge of Mingi’s bed, “You won’t have to eat right away but please try to have something at some point tonight. I’ll just leave it in the kitchen and you or Yunho can warm it up whenever it feels safe.” Slurring another apology, Mingi thanked Seonghwa and curled up under his blanket. “I finally got you your heating pad, if you still want it”, Yunho smiled, trading places with Seonghwa. Giving a small nod, the rapper hugged it to his middle and glanced up at Yunho when the older spoke: “Can I get you anything else? Do you want cuddles or should I stay in the living room, so you can have your space while I’m still close by if you need me?” – “Cuddles, please”, Mingi mumbled, lifting the corner of his blanket as an invitation. Yunho didn’t need to be told twice and was quick to join the rapper. Holding his best friend securely against his chest, Yunho too didn’t take long to drift off. Worrying about the younger had totally drained him too.

#fanfic #fluff #comfort #fanfiction #sickfic #sick #emeto #tw emeto #ateez #tw rpf #novemetober

[sneezyminniejo]

Untitled Ateez fic

A fic I started a couple of months ago, It's nowhere near finished, but posting what I currently have might give me motivation to continue it more quickly. That being said it is a group stomach flu fic. Also title suggestions are welcome.

TW: EMETO

It was weird, one of the managers had called early in the morning, informing Hongjoong that all schedules for the next two weeks had been cancelled. The manager hadn’t given any information as to why, just that the group now had two weeks off. There had to be something internal going on because as far as the leader knew nothing was going on with any of the group members. Hongjoong ignored the oddness of the situation for now, and sent a message through the group chat saying that they all had the next two weeks off before going to bed.

The following morning was quiet in the dorms. Which would have been odd, if not for the message that Hongjoong had sent the night before. There was only one member actively awake and that was because they always get up early to hit the gym. Their plan for the day was to hit the gym then get in some practice in one of the practice rooms. However, San had found himself getting back to the dorm far earlier than expected. He had gone to the gym as planned, but when he went to KQ to practice, he found the doors completely locked with a sign saying that the building was closed for “maintenance”. It was weird because normally if there was any sort of maintenance happening, they would either close off the section of the building they were working on, or they would have gotten more than seven hours notice about not being able to enter the building. San decided to take a shower before getting started on breakfast.

San was about half way done with making breakfast when Seonghwa wandered out of his room. The elder honestly didn’t really look like he was awake, but San just let him be. While he continued to cook, San watched as Seonghwa sleepily moved about the kitchen. At first it looked like the older man was deciding to make his own breakfast, and San thought nothing of it. Until the older man cracked an egg over an unoccupied burner on the electric stove.

“Hyung, wha-” San stopped talking and quickly grabbed Seonghwa to move him out of the kitchen when he grabbed a pan and placed it on top of the egg. Once San got Seonghwa on the couch, the dancer realized that not only did his hyung look half asleep, he also didn’t look good. There was a flush to his cheeks that shouldn’t be there and his hairline looked ever so slightly wet. The third oldest 99 liner sighed as he went to find a thermometer. Unfortunately, it appeared that they didn’t have a thermometer in the dorm, unless Seonghwa had it squirreled away in his room.

San returned to the living room and glanced over to the kitchen, deciding he can finish making breakfast after figuring out how sick his hyung is. Nothing was actively cooking right now, so it wasn’t an issue. “Hyung, do you know if we have a thermometer here?” He asked Seonghwa. Seonghwa muttered something about a side table drawer and San went to his bedroom to look for it. Thankfully, since Seonghwa likes to keep things nice and tidy, It didn’t take long to find the thermometer. San returned to the living room, where Seonghwa was now asleep. He scanned his hyung’s forehead and wasn’t the slightest bit surprised at the reading. “Okay hyung. You’re not going anywhere today.” San said more to himself since Seonghwa was asleep and Mingi had yet to emerge from his room. San went to the kitchen to finish making breakfast and to clean up the mess Seonghwa had made.

Once San finished everything in the kitchen, he went to wake up Mingi and grab his phone. He sent a quick message to Hongjoong, telling him that Seonghwa is sick. Then he sent a message to the group chat informing everyone that KQ is closed until further notice for maintenance. San ultimately decided to wake up Seonghwa for two reasons. The first being, he’d be far more comfortable in his bed instead of on the couch. Secondly, he should really eat something before taking some fever reducers.

Mingi walked out of his room just as San got Seonghwa to sit up. “Morning.” The youngest said lethargically. “Morning Mingi, hyung is sick.” San said as he put some food on Seonghwa’s plate before disappearing into the bathroom to grab their cold/flu medicine. San returned with the bottle and placed it on the table. He then served himself some food and the trio began eating.

Seonghwa seemed to be on autopilot as he ate, sometimes missing the plate when he lowered his chopsticks to grab more food. Mingi didn’t even bother asking what the eldest was sick with when it was obvious that at least part of it was a high fever. It was clear that Seonghwa was going to spend the day in bed, and San and Mingi began discussing whether or not he could be left alone. San is arguing that it might be a good idea for one of them to watch him, seeing as he tried to make an egg on the stove under the pan. Mingi argued that the elder likey was just half asleep, and as an adult, he can take care of himself.

Unfortunately, Seonghwa proved San correct when he suddenly started gagging at the table. The older man didn’t even turn to the side before he threw up onto the table and into his lap. Both San and Mingi were stunned as Seonghwa was so out of it, he didn’t really seem fazed at the fact that he was now covered in puke.

San immediately got up and pulled Seonghwa’s chair away from the table. Meanwhile Mingi ran to the bathroom. Initially San thought that the rapper went to grab cleaning supplies, until he heard the sounds of retching coming from the man. And then he remembered Mingi doesn’t do puke, at all.

San quickly went to the kitchen to grab paper towels and began mopping up the mess the best he could. Afterwards, he took Seonghwa to the bathroom, where Mingi was still hunched over the toilet.

“Mingi-ah, you good?” San asked. He was slightly concerned that Mingi might have been throwing up from whatever Seonghwa caught as opposed to being a sympathetic puker. Thankfully Mingi nodded.

“I’m good Sannie. Is it okay if I just leave? I don’t really want to leave you alone to clean hyung up, but me staying might not be helpful.” San nodded, he was already going to suggest that Mingi either hide in his room for a while or leave the dorm. The younger man didn’t waste any time leaving. He decided to go see what the others were choosing to do for the day, leaving San with Seonghwa.

“Alright hyung, let’s get you cleaned up.” San made fairly quick work on getting Seonghwa cleaned up. Although it had been a little difficult with the older man trying to leave the bathroom so he could clean up breakfast. After a couple of minutes, Seonghwa gave up in trying to leave the bathroom and let San help him out of his soiled clothes. San did leave Seonghwa alone so the older man could shower and so San could get his hyung clean pajamas.

#ateez #sickfic #emeto

[kpopsickies]

I was thinking since I’ve never seen a Mingi sickfic and you’re my favorite writer, that if you had time, you could make an emeto Mingi sickfic!!! I feel like there’s not that many ATEEZ sickfic writers, so it’s awesome that you’re open to do them. maybe you could do an emeto Mingi one with Hongjoong and Seonghwa caretaker but mainly Hongjoong because I feel like Seonghwa would be a little squeemish. I was thinking one where they find him in the morning sick or something or you could base it off of mingi being drunk since san seonghwa and joong talked about alcohol tolerance on vlive before. be creative and have fun:)

sickie: Mingi

caretaker: Hongjoong+Seonghwa

content warnings: emeto, mentions of being drunk/drinking

Mingi p.o.v

I had told myself time after time that I wouldn't get drunk. The others were drinking, but I knew I'd regret it if I drank, and yet somehow I ended up the drunkest out of everyone. it was my first time ever being sick while in Ateez. And I already knew it wouldn't end well. I was always really good about not falling apart while drunk, but my hangovers were absolutely horrible. I'd get migraines that would completely knock me out. Making me nauseous beyond belief. So I wasn't surprised when I woke up the morning after our new years vlive feeling like absolute shit.

My head was pounding, it felt like someone was drilling spikes into my temples. On top of the pain in my head I felt sea sick, it felt like I was on a boat, swaying back and forth. the combination of the vertigo and the headache was doing nothing to aid in the growing nausea. I felt the bile rise in my throat, the acidic taste burning my throat. I tried to swallow, but my whole body seemed to reject it. I gagged, I tried not to panic, not wanting to throw up on my floor, I stood up to go towards the bathroom, but the dizziness worked against me as I lost my balance and fell down, landing with a painful thud on my floor, the jostling caused a shock wave of pain to be shot through my body and radiate through my head. Just enough to push my stomach over the edge. I gagged trying to cover my mouth, but the bile rose in my mouth and a second later my stomach flipped around and I removed my hand, expelling the contents of my dinner and a good amount of alcohol over my lap and floor. I muffled a painful sob into the sleeve of my sweatshirt, which was now covered in vomit.

Seonghwa p.o.v

I was startled awake to a thud. I looked around the room, blinking as my eyes adjusted to the darkness, a few seconds later I was able to register my surroundings and came to the conclusion that the sound was just a dream, I lay back down, fully planning to go back to sleep. But I heard something that changed my mind. It sounded like crying. I quickly got out of bed, worried. I followed the sound to Mingi's room. I knocked on the door and didn't receive an answer, which caused my concern to only grow. I gently pushed the door open, instantly being hit with a sour scent. I flicked the lights on, and was forced to fully wake up as I saw Mingi sitting on his floor, crying and covered in vomit. I didn't want to leave him, but I also knew it wouldn't be helpful I also got sick. I swallowed thickly, praying for my stomach to stay strong. I moved into the room and sat next to him, "Hey Min"

"hurts" he whimpered softly. "what hurts?"

"head, dizzy, stomach, too bright" He words were soft and mumbled, a barely coherent string. "your head hurts?" he nodded, but whimpered and pressed his head against my chest, "the lights" he said softly, "do you have a migraine?" he didn't answer, just whimpered softly. I took that as a yes, I stood up and turned off the lights, just as I did I heard him gag, and I turned around to see him expelling his stomach contents onto the carpet. I quickly moved to put the trash can under his chin, not that it was really doing that much. I felt my own stomach protest, but I couldn't leave him alone, he looked miserable, I moved behind him and began gently rubbing his back. "It's okay sweetie" I spoke softly, considering his headache. He continued to throw up, tear streaming down his face. He felt clammy, and a bit feverish, I assumed his body wasn't happy with everything he was feeling.

Once he finished I took the trash can from under his chin, "let's get you rinsed off"

"okay" his voice was small, "can you take your sweatshirt off for me?" he did so, moving slowly. I took it from him once it was fully off. I left the hoodie on the floor next to the mess of sick on the floor. I walked with him to the bathroom. He moved slowly and he was unsteady on his feet, swaying every few steps. Eventually we got into the bathroom, I instructed him to get undressed, I ran a bathtub of cool water, not trusting him to stand long enough for a shower, "promise me you won't fall asleep"

"I won't" he said, slowly getting into the bathtub. "Can I leave you alone in here for a few minutes" he nodded, barely moving his head. His eyes were closed, "don't fall asleep"

"Hurts too much to sleep" he said softly. His voice was so small, despite being one of the tallest members. I felt so bad for him. I left the bathroom and made a beeline for Hongjoong and I's room. I quickly shook the leader awake, "what's wrong hwa?"

"Mingi's sick"

"like how sick?" he asked, already getting out of bed, "migraine, he threw up a few times. He also has a fever"

"He threw up?" I nodded. "are you okay?" the leader asked, he knew how sensitive my stomach is, "yeah, I'm okay, I just didn't know how much longer I would be if I did this alone." Hongjoong nodded in understanding. "Did he get sick in the bathroom or his room?"

"Room, it's all over the floor" Hongjoong nodded, "where is he now?"

"he's taking a bath, I wanted to try and lower his fever" Hongjoong nodded, "can you go find pain medicine, water, and crackers... actually see if we have Gatorade, he needs the electrolytes" I nodded, "I'll go clean up his room. Have him move to the couch when he's done" I nodded, "sorry Joong" He smiled at me, "it's okay Hwa. not the first time, won't be the last time" He went towards Mingi's room and I went to the kitchen, finding gatorade and crackers. I set them on the coffee table in the kitchen, I went up to the bathroom where Mingi was still laying in the bathtub. his eyes closed, but he didn’t look peaceful, his face was contorted in pain and his skin resembled dough. “Mingi?” I said softly, he opened his eyes and looked at me, “do you want to stay in the bath or are you ready to get out?” 

“m ready, get out” He spoke, his voice was strained and sounded weak. “I’ll get you clothes” he made a soft sound of agreement, I left leaving the door open slightly, just in case. I went to his room, Hongjoong wasn’t in there, I guessed he went back to bed. I took clothes from Mingi’s closet and made my way back to the bathroom, as I got closer I heard, very clearly, the sound of someone getting sick. I stood for a few seconds, trying to center myself, not wanting to get sick, but also wanting to be there for Mingi. I stepped into the bathroom. 

Hongjoong p.o.v

I was coming back from the laundry room when I heard retching from the bathroom, I hurried and saw Mingi sitting on the floor of the bathroom he was leaning over the toilet gagging, a towel wrapped around his shoulders, silent tears streaming down his face. I came in and sat behind him, gently putting my hand on his back. I felt each gag rip through his body and cause his entire body to shudder. “hurts” he said softly, I gently rubbed his back, “I know, it’ll be over soon” I felt a sob tear through his body. He coughed up a wave of bile. “I don’t think you have anything else to throw up bud” 

“hurts” he said again. “I know” a few seconds later the door opened and Seonghwa was standing there, I saw he had clothes in his hands. “sorry, I went to get him clothes” 

“It’s okay” I said softly. The two of us slowly and carefully moved Mingi, helping him get dressed. Once he was dressed he helped him stand, he was still unsteady on his feet, but it seemed bringing his fever down helped to recenter him a bit. We moved slowly to the living room, where we settled him on the couch. Seonghwa got the designated “sick bucket” while I was in charge of forcing Mingi to eat the smallest bit of food, and drink the gatorade. “I know you don’t want to, but trust me it’ll help, because then you can take pain killers to get rid of your headache, then you can sleep.” He protested, “please Min” he whined softly. I handed him the open bottle of gatorade, his stared at it in disgust. I had forgotten how much of a baby he could be when he was sick. “please just a little bit buddy” he whimpered, but he lifted the bottle to his lips and took a small drink. He grimaced, but he took a few crackers and ate them slowly. During that time Seonghwa returned and sat down next to me. 

The two of us quietly urged Mingi on, until he finally ate and drank enough to take the medicine. He gagged after swallowing it. “Just try and keep it down” I said gently rubbing his back. He hummed, too scared to open his mouth. He lay down. “try and sleep” Seonghwa said, “mmkay” he said softly. Both Seonghwa and I breathed a sigh of relief when he finally dozed off. The two of us slept on the floor of the living room, just in case Mingi woke up sick. 

Mingi p.o.v

I woke up, I wasn’t sure how much later it was, but I heard voices and noticed that there was a light on in the kitchen, I also noticed both Seonghwa and Hongjoong were asleep on the floor of the kitchen. I quietly stood up and stepped over them and went to the kitchen. My head still hurt and my stomach was definitely sensitive, but I felt much better. In the kitchen I was met by San, Wooyoung and Yunho. “good morning Min” Yunho said smiling at me. I smiled back and sat at the kitchen table. “you feeling better?” San asked, I nodded, “what was wrong?” Yunho asked sitting next to me, “hangover”

“you were throwing up a lot for a hangover” Wooyoung said, “how’d you know I was throwing up?”

“you’re not exactly quiet” San explained laughing a bit, I blushed, “sorry” 

“it’s fine” they said at the same time. “but seriously, how come you were so sick if you were just hungover?” 

“I have like zero alcohol tolerance, so I’m not exactly bad when I’m actually drunk, but my hangovers are really bad.” 

“yikes, are you feeling better?”

“yeah, my head and stomach are still a bit sore, but besides that I’m feeling a lot better” 

“that’s good” I heard from behind me, I turned around and saw a sleepy looking Seonghwa behind me. “good morning hyung” San and Wooyoung said. He waved at them as he rubbed his eyes and sat down at the table next to me. I suddenly felt guilty, It was no secret to the members that Seonghwa had the most sensitive stomach out of all the members and really hated to be around people who were sick. “I’m sorry about last night hyung” he shrugged, “it’s okay, I’m just glad Hongjoong was there to help” he admitted, “where is Hongjoong?” 

“he went to his room and went back to bed” Seonghwa explained, “also, we have the day off for ‘recovery’” We all were excited to hear that, “Jongho and Yeosang are both at the studio practicing, do you want to text them so they know they can come back and we don’t have dance practice” San explained as he “helped” Yunho cook. Seonghwa nodded and pulled his phone out. “hey Mingi?” I looked over at him. “do me a favor and don’t ever drink again” the others laughed, “of trust me hyung, I don’t ever want to go through that again”

#ateez #kpop sickfic #emeto #mingi #seonghwa #hongjoong #minhwa #minjoong

[sickcoughingweakly]

Hey!! feel free to send me requests or message me if you wanna just chat!

I write only for ateez and my ocs (will introduce then later!).

I'll write for :

coughing ✅

kink ✅

sneezing ✅

illness in general (but not serious stuff like cancer, etc...) ✅

a little bit of whump ✅

age play ✅

and some fluff too (I accept shipps but NOT smut) ✅

#ateez sickfic #coughing kink #sneeze kink #whump #emeto

[babybearsnz]

Hi!

I’m a K-pop snzfic writer from America! Requests are open! Here is some information on my writing requirements:

Content I will write:

Allergies

Colds/illness

General sneeze content

Content I will NOT write:

Emeto

Death/loss

Life threatening illness

I also reserve the right to turn away any requests I am uncomfortable with.

Styles I will write:

Platonic relationships within group

Romantic relationships within group

Idol x reader (platonic, romantic)

Groups I write for:

Seventeen

Stray Kids

Ateez

Xikers

NCT 127

NCT Dream

Enhypen

P1Harmony

Treasure

TXT

BTS

Monsta X

Got7

RIIZE

I will also write for some other groups if people want me to so don’t be afraid to ask!

Examples of settings I will write with:

Concert venue or green room

Dorms or hotel rooms

Studio or company building

Livestreams

Current requests:

Sneezy Hobi (BTS)

Sick Jungkook mini fic (BTS)

Sneezy Jimin mini fic (BTS)

Sneezy Taehyung (BTS)

Sick Jungkook (BTS)

Sneezy Jimin (BTS)

Sneezy Jungkook mini fic (BTS)

Sneezy Jimin (BTS)

Prompt 79, Jimin (BTS)

Prompt 71, Hobi (BTS)

Prompts 13 and 62, Jungkook (BTS)

Prompt 42, Jungkook (BTS)

Prompt 75, Taehyung (BTS)

Prompt 78, Jimin (BTS)

Prompt 51, Jungkook (BTS)

Sick Felix (Stray Kids)

Sneezy Jeonghan (Seventeen)

Prompt 69, Eunseok (RIIZE)

Sneezy Hyunjin (Stray Kids)

Sneezy Jin (BTS)

Sick Jin (BTS)

Sick Dino (Seventeen)

Masterlist:

Stray Kids:

Stay warm

Craving a cup of tea

Hyung, you look miserable

Stuffy back rubs

Sweater paws and sneezes

That’s ridiculous

Stupid nose

Oh, Hyunjinnie

Seventeen:

Not with that cold

Poor things

At least put the duster down

Hyung is allergic to everything

Ateez:

Crazy pollen count

Acting weird— er than normal

Enhypen:

Bless you, bunny

My poor boy

Having an itchy day

BTS:

Sleep well, hyung

You and Kookie gonna live?

Breakfast and gin rummy

You stole my sneeze

Hyung, I don’t feel well

The livestream

Sorry I got you sick (part 1)

Sorry I got you sick (part 2)

Remember to close the window

It’s so dusty in there

Thanks for reading!

If you have any questions, comments, or concerns about this blog, me, my writing, etc., don’t hesitate to let me know <3

#kpop fanfic #sneezeblr #sneezefic #idol snz #idol sneeze #snzfic #kpop fic #kpop snz

[ateez-ao3feed-new]

Untitled Ateez fic

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/MqyNQau by MinMinJo Group stomach flu fic Words: 1227, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 189 of Kpop Sick and hurt/comfort fics Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Park Seonghwa, Kim Hongjoong, Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ), Kang Yeosang, Choi San (ATEEZ), Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Choi Jongho (ATEEZ) Additional Tags: Sickfic, emeto read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/MqyNQau

#ao3feed #ateez fic #ateez rpf #ateez fanfic #kpop rpf

[whats-k-popping]

Cuz you're amazing. Wooyoung in his Bouncy era and the prompt “I got your hair, it’s okay.”

Thanks for requesting Anon! 🧡🧡🧡

Pairing: Wooyoung x Hongjoong - platonic intentions, but open interpretation.

Words: 1916

Warnings: Emeto || Graphic Descriptions of Vom!ting || Stomach Ache

Inspiration: Bouncy Era Wooyoung. (Using content from the MV filming with creative liberty).

“Cut!” The director calls out and all eight members drop their characters, trying to regain their breath after filming the group dance scene. “That’s a wrap for this location. San-ssi and Wooyoung-ssi, you’re off to the next location to film your scenes. Everyone else, filming resumes tomorrow.” Crew members hustle around the set to collect the equipment. Meanwhile, the members all walk back to wardrobe to get back into their street clothes. 

Wooyoung and San are quickly ushered away by the managers toward the van waiting to take them to the next location. Hongjoong tags along as well. If anyone asks, he just wants to monitor their progress. But the two 99z know Hongjoong’s going to keep an eye on them. And they can’t blame him for it. Not since their last solo shoot. 

“Can we get food on the way?” Wooyoung asks whoever is listening. “I’m starving.” He emphasizes, rubbing a hand over his stomach with a defined pout. 

“Wooyoung-ah, you still have to film. You don’t wanna dance on a full stomach.” Hongjoong reminds, “You’ll make yourself sick.” 

“Just a little something? Please,” the youngest pleads, “It’s mostly acting in the next scene. I don’t really dance. And my outfit’s loose too.” 

Hongjoong reviews the plans for San and Wooyoung’s solo shoot, reading over the notes. And Wooyoung’s right. There isn’t any choreo to film. So he doesn’t see why Wooyoung couldn’t eat something before the shoot. He sighs, “I guess there’s no reason you can’t get a snack.” 

Wooyoung’s pout morphs into a wide smile. “You’re the best, hyung!” He hugs the leader, much to his displeasure. 

Wooyoung chooses tteokbokki as his snack, despite Hongjoong warning him that something spicy might not be the best idea. The youngest 99 disregards the warning, reminding the leader that he loves spicy food. And he can totally handle it. Hongjoong’s skeptical, but the satisfaction on the younger’s face as he slurps up each rice cake eases him. 

“Spicy,” Wooyoung exhales slowly as he swallows the last bite. 

“Cheon-yang gochu vibe” San sings in response. Even Hongjoong has to laugh at the remark. 

When they arrive at the set, the three members separate. Wooyoung is set to shoot first, so he rushes off to wardobe. San’s directed to make-up to start applying his fake injuries. And Hongjoong reviews the set to make sure everything’s in order. He chats with the director and other crew members while he waits for Wooyoung to join them. 

Wooyoung’s not a man of many regrets. He trusts his decisions and makes choices passionately, even if they aren’t always the best choices. He sees no point in reflecting on the past or thinking in hindsight. And he always looks for the bright side of every situation and doesn’t try to assign blame. 

But this time. This time he thinks he’s made a mistake. His stomach gurgles while he’s getting his hair done. He knows something is wrong, and he hasn’t even moved around too much. Even though he’s not dancing on the set, he’s still moving around. And the remnants of his tteokbokki snack will be sloshing around with him. He finds himself wishing he hadn’t chosen such a spicy dish for his snack. 

They’re on a tight filming schedule. So he’s going to have to push through the discomfort and get in character. A few deep breaths and he’s ready to head out to the set. Wooyoung immerses himself in the character in order to suppress his angered stomach. 

The first few takes go on without a hitch. He has to suppress a few sour burps here and there, stifle hiccups every now and then. But there's not much movement. He just needs to sit in the van and let his expressions do all the work. 

He stands close to Hongjoong as they walk toward the boxing set. He contemplates telling his leader about his upset stomach, but he fears the barrage of 'I told you so's and 'I tried to warn you's that he's sure the leader would unleash upon him. So he fidgets with the hem of his button down and listens to Hongjoong's voice as they walk. 

Hongjoong is actually praising him. Or rather, praising his character, as they walk on. "This concept really fits you, Young-ah. The long hair really compliments your visuals." The leader plays with the ponytail, "I think Atiny will really like it." 

Typically, Wooyoung would bask in his leader's praises, even if it's just complimenting his consistent visual role in the group. He would usually bat his long lashes to get more attention. Or tease Hongjoong for showing any kind of affection. But he can't even force a smile. It's taking all of his effort to swallow the growing nausea and keep it at bay. 

The rapper also notices that Wooyoung's not responding to the compliments in his typical fashion. He had suspected that something was wrong during the van filming. He'd caught the younger member grimacing between takes with a fearful look in his eyes. He figured it was just nerves. So he's trying to boost the younger's confidence. It doesn't seem to be working. "Wooyoung, are you okay"? Before he even gives the other member time to answer, he continues, "You know to tell me if somethings wrong." 

A few seconds of silence pass between them and Wooyoung fidgets more. Hongjoong has to stop him before he rips a button of the shirt pulling at the hem like that. "Hyung, I-" he's about to confess when the director calls him to the set. His whole demeanor changes. "I'll tell you later." And he scurries to find the director. Hongjoong sighs as he goes to stand by the monitors. He ensures to keep an eye on Wooyoung and pull the plug if anything seems out of sorts. 

Wooyoung doesn't have any specific role here. He's just supposed to move around the boxing ring. They'll cut the best clips for the video later. It's both a blessing and a curse. On one hand, he doesn't have to move too much. But on the other, it leaves too much time for self-awareness. 

"Can't you give it more passion, Wooyoung-ssi. You're lacking energy." The director scolds. Wooyoung's movements aren't exactly aligning to the beat of the song. Wooyoung is obedient, so he starts jumping around the ring, all smiles and sexy expressions as if his stomach isn't tumbling inside of him. 

"Much better! Keep it up," The director praises. After who knows how long, the director calls a cut. "Okay, how about some shots jumping on the ropes?" The camera crew rearranges to shoot the far corner and Wooyoung gets into position. He turns his back to the camera and rubs his stomach, pleading that it holds out until after the filming. 

He does what he's asked to do. If he were feeling better, he might actually enjoy swinging and jumping around the ropes. But his stomach has had enough of it. The burps are coming more frequently, and they're getting harder to stifle. And each one brings back the spicy flavor of the tteokbokki that he's trying to forget. 

While he plays on the ropes, he feels his hair tie loosen, and with the next throw of his head, the strands fall around his face. The director quickly cuts the cameras and calls for the hair crew on set. 

Wooyoung jumps off the stand and runs off set. Hongjoong assumes at first he's rushing to the monitor to review, but the younger member sprints past the monitor area and past the crew. The leader watches as the long strands of hair bounce as he exits the stage. Before the director can yell at him for unprofessionalism, he apologizes and assures to bring the other back quickly. 

Hongjoong chases after Wooyoung, not with anger but with worry. He follows the patterned button down shirt all the way to the bathroom. "Wooyoung-ah!" He shouts to get the younger’s attention. 

Wooyoung can't turn around, too fixated on making it to the toilet in time. He hovers over the nearest sink with his lips pressed tightly together. As he stares down at the drain, he watches his long strands of hair dangle around what would inevitably be the splash zone. He tries lowering his head, but his hair just ends up sitting in the sink. And that's objectively worse. 

A long belch nearly tears his lips open, filling his mouth with foul tasting sick. But he manages to hold it back with a muffled whimper. He clenched his eyes shut and shakes his head, frustrated with the whole situation. He vows he'll never eat tteokbokki again after this fiasco. 

It's the calming voice of his leader that soothes his nerves. Long, gentle fingers scrape against his hairline, pulling the long strands of hair back. Hongjoong tightly grips the strands to keep them out of Wooyoung's face. 

"I've got your hair. It's okay." He coaxes the younger, placing his free hand over one of Wooyoung's against the edge of the sink. "You can let it out." 

It's embarrassing vomiting like this in front of their leader. But Hongjoong is the only person he feels like he needs right now. He parts his lips just enough to let the sick he had stored in his cheeks fall into the drain. Undigested chunks of tteokbokki fill the sink, too large to fit down the grate. The sight and the smell force another wave before he even has time to breathe. 

While Wooyoung catches his breath, Hongjoong guides the vocalist into a stall. He's easy to maneuver, relinquishing all control to the captain. The rapper situates him in front of the toilet and readjusts his grip on Wooyoung's ponytail. When Wooyoung doesn't immediately puke again, Hongjoong speaks, "Do you think you're done?" 

Wooyoung shrugs his shoulders. He certainly hopes so, but there's still a sour feeling in his stomach. 

"Do you think you can finish the filming?" He asks. He releases Wooyoung's hair, tucking the strands behind each of Wooyoung's ears just so they're out of the way. He makes a mental note to redo Wooyoung's ponytail once they're out of the bathroom. 

Wooyoung knows he doesn't really have a choice in the matter. "Can Sannie film now? I'll finish, I just need a few minutes." 

Hongjoong nodded, "I'll talk to the director. I'll let him know you're not feeling well, and see if they can film San's scenes now while you rest." 

"Thank you hyungie." Wooyoung cuddles against the elder. Hongjoong doesn't shy away despite his distaste for skinship or the putrid odor clinging to the vocalists lips. 

Once Wooyoung's stomach feels settled, he and Hongjoong make the journey back to the greenroom. "You know, this wouldn't have happened if-" 

Wooyoung cuts the leader off, "Hyung, no!" He whines, drawing out the last syllable. "Please no 'I told you so's. I don't feel good. I can't sit through a lecture right now." 

Hongjoong chuckles at the whiny member clinging to him as they shuffle through the studio. "Alright, I'll save it for later," He pets the younger's hair as they walk, thinking to himself about how much he likes the long strands. "kind of like you should have done with the tteokbokki." 

Wooyoung's stomach gurgles at that and a small burp jolts his body, like the mere mention of the food is enough to make him sick, "Hyung~~~." 

"Okay, okay." Hongjoong soothes, "You just rest, Young-ah. Hyung will take care of everything."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A/N: I had tried listening to Bouncy on repeat while writing this, but eventually had to stop because I kept getting distracted by the chorus choreo. I had to stop. If this song isn't my Spotify #1 song, I will be legitimately surprised. I listen to Bouncy at least 5 times a day. I also watched the music video a ton and took notes from the MV Filming to include in this request. To say I'm obsessed with Bouncy era would be an understatement. So thank you for the request!

As always, thanks for reading to the end! Feedback is always appreciated. And please let me know if I missed any tags or TWs. Please call me out for any errors you notice!

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[k-sickies]

1. “My stomach really doesn’t feel so good all of a sudden.”

Sick Yunho & caretaker Seonghwa? Pretty please with sugar on top? 😊

Warning: description of throwing up/vomit

Yunho usually was awkward to tell anyone if he wasn't feeling well. It doesn't happen often in the first place and if it happens he usually deals with it on his own. However, he didn't expect to feel unwell while he was out shopping with Seonghwa in a foreign country. They were currently on tour and had the day off so they could relax before the next concert started. Seonghwa found out there is a big Lego store in town so obviously he wanted to check it out but not on his own. As Seonghwa asked Yunho couldn't say no. His Hyung rarely asked him to join him in buying new stuff for his lego collection. And Yu ho didn't expect to feel sick. He was fine earlier. Maybe he ate too fast or he had jet lag. Whatever it was he was feeling really bad right now and there's no way he would get sick in the middle of the street. So he had no other choice than to tell.

"Hyung, my stomach really doesn't feel so good all of a sudden." Yunho admit.

Seonghwa furrowed his eyebrows in concern. "Do you want go back to the hotel?"

Yunho shook his head. "I need the bathroom. I feel like throwing up." He bit down on his lower lip.

The older one widened his eyes and looked around. Luckily there was a restaurant around the corner. Seonghwa grabbed the younger by his arm and carefully pulled him with him. The two immediately went to the bathroom and Yunho made a dash to the nearest stall. Sickness rushed up his throat as undigested food splashed I to the porcelain of the toilet. Seonghwa was close behind and kneeled down. Behind the younger. Rubbing his spine up and down. He knew that Yunho usually doesn't like anyone to be close if he's throwing up so Seonghwa decided against saying anything and just keep him company. Yunho couldn't be more grateful for that. He was glad that someone was beside him but he would be too overwhelmed with someone talking to him. That's why he relaxed after a while and only spit a few times into the toilet to get rid of the taste. To his surprise he felt good after throwing up. As if nothing bothered him in the first place.

"Are you okay?" Seonghwa asked as he handed Yunho as tissue.

The younger nodded "Yeah. Surprisingly I feel really good now."

Seonghwa hummed "Take it easy, okay?"

"Sure. Give me a few minutes and we can go to the store." Yunho said

Seonghwa tilted his head in confusion. "What?"

"Yeah just 5 minutes. Sorry to let you wait." Yunho said.

Seonghwa shook his head "We're going home. There's no way I'll go shopping with someone who threw up out of nowhere."

Yunho sighed "But you were so excited.."

Seonghwa ruffled the youngers hair and shook his head. "You're an idiot. Let's go back"

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Snz

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Fluff

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Hello!!!! i’m River 

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my favorite writers: @sneezyminniejo @kpopsickiess @melingie @cuddlepilefics 

I write kpop snz/sickfics 

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-shinee

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(those are my main groups that I stan, but to a certain point, I’ll write for most groups. I will write for GG but I prefer boy groups)

 Request Rules

Will Write

-snz (favorite/best)

-snz kink

-general illness (cough, fever, ect.)

-whump, hurt+comfort

-ships (platonic and non)

Might write

-emeto

-little space

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smut

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sexual age play

very descriptive kink

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[tafeekafee]

⏳️🦊 My Aurora

Sickie: Wooyoung

Caretaker: Hongjoong (and Yeosang)

„Hwa, turn off that god-awful alarm before I shoot myself”, Hongjoong growled into his pillow. As far as he was concerned it was too early and he needed sleep. Badly. It might be his own fault for sleeping like eight hours in total over the span of 48 hours but he was allowed to hate early morning schedules.

“Good morning to you too, Joongie”, Seonghwa answered with a slight laugh. He sounded way to awake and chipper for this time of day. Bastard. At least he turned off the alarm. Small mercies.

But instead of letting Hongjoong sleep, he got up from his bed to peer over the side of Hongjoong’s upper bunk. “Uh-oh, no sleeping”, Seonghwa said and pulled off the blanket to expose Hongjoong to the cold air.

“Meanie”, Hongjoong pouted and yawned.

Seonghwa laughed again. “I distinctly remember you telling me to make you get up by any means necessary last night, no matter how much I beg”, he teased.

“My past self was an idiot. I’m older now, I know better now. And I don’t want to get up”, Hongjoong tried and moved to turn over, away from his annoying hyung. What right did he have to torture him? He was Seonghwa’s captain after all.

Seonghwa’s voice sounded way to gleeful. “I always wanted to do this.”

Before Hongjoong could wonder what he was about to do, Seonghwa had sprayed him with the water bottle he used to mist his succulent plants.

Hongjoong screeched and jolted upright, now wide awake.

“I hate you”, he muttered, wiping his face.

Seonghwa just grinned wider, looking unfairly put together in stark contrast to Hongjoong who probably looked like a mess with an impressive bedhead. He didn’t need a mirror, he knew he looked awful whenever he woke up.

“No, you don’t”, Seonghwa said, “now, do get up. I’ll make breakfast. You get ready, we have a long day ahead.”

“You’re telling me”, the captain grumbled but climbed down the ladder of his bunk.

⌛

Ten minutes later Hongjong was dressed and had sorted out the disaster that was his face and hair. When he stumbled into the kitchen he found Seonghwa at the stove making something, while Mingi and San were sitting next to each other at the table, leaning on each other and half-asleep. Yunho was standing next to the coffee maker, eyes closed.

“Morning”, Hongjoong greeted and received mumbled answers from his members that he wasn’t even sure were words. He could sympathise. Five o’clock was not a time to get up – especially if you only went to sleep at two o’clock.

As he sat down next to San, Yeosang and Jongho made their way into the kitchen, both of them cuddled close together and still in pyjamas. “Morning”, Jongho greeted and flopped onto San. Yeosang sat down next to Hongjoong and turned his attention to the leader.

“Wooyoung-yah is still asleep”, Yeosang explained their roommates absence, “I woke up tonight because he was moving around, said he had trouble sleeping. I let him sleep in my bed but when he didn’t wake up to our alarm I thought he might need more rest and he could maybe eat in the car?” He sounded unsure if he had done the right thing  and worried about his best friend.

“That’s alright, Sang-ah, letting him sleep was a good idea”, Hongjoong praised, wanting to erase the uncertainness off his dongsaeng’s face. He knew how Yeosang often worried if he overstepped boundaries when he decided something – the reason why he mostly didn’t decide anything. “I’ll wake him after breakfast. Sleep is important.”

“I will make him something to go”, Seonghwa added.

⌛

Once breakfast was done Hongjoong and Yeosang went to the younger two’s room, so that Yeosang could grab his clothes and Hongjoong could work on waking up their second maknae.

Wooyoung was curled up on Yeosang’s bed, fast asleep. He was cuddling the pillow to his chest and like that Hongjoong was reminded just how young he was. While he often acted like a nuisance on cocaine on camera Wooyoung was a responsible and caring person. He had seen the awfulness of their industry. Hongjoong would be a liar if he said he wasn’t soft for these moments when his kids, as ATINY would say, seemed like actual kids.

Once Yeosang had left the room, Hongjoong knelt down next to Wooyoung, holding onto the ladder that went up to Wooyoung’s bunk for stability. He placed a hand on Wooyoung’s shoulder and shook it gently.

“Wake up, baby”, Hongjoong whispered, “you need to get ready for today’s photoshoot.”

Wooyoung groaned unhappily but blinked his eyes open. He stared up at Hongjoong for a moment before swiftly turning to the side. Just for a second Hongjoong was confused, then out of a sudden Wooyoung coughed and retched loudly before throwing up onto the floor beside Yeosang’s bed. Hongjoong jumped back in shock, hoping to protect his trousers and socks from the mess and, quite frankly in disgust. He had not anticipated Wooyoung puking first thing in the morning. After a second Hongjoong tried to step a bit closer so that he could rub Wooyoung’s back as the man cried and gagged.

“Oh, baby”, Hongjoong whispered, heart breaking for his sick dongsaeng who was trying so hard to catch his breath. “It’s okay, hyung has got you.”

Finally Wooyoung’s stomach seemed to be done and the younger rolled onto his back again. Tears were gathering in his eyes and trailed down his cheeks. Hongjoong could sympathize: He imagined waking up only to throw up seconds later without any warning was very unpleasant. Ignoring the soupy mess on the ground that resembled last nights dinner a bit too much, Hongjoong sat down on the bed next to Wooyoung’s hip and started stroking his sweaty hair away from his face.

“I’m so sorry, hyung”, Wooyoung whispered, eyes glazed over and sounding exhausted. There was embarrassment colouring his cheeks red.

“It’s okay, Wooyoung-yah, you couldn’t help it”, Hongjoong mumbled back, “is it okay if I call for help? You need to get cleaned up and your tiny old hyung won’t be much of a help, you’ve grown up so much.”

“Can it be Yeosangie-hyung, please?”, Wooyoung asked in a tiny voice. That had been Hongjoong’s plan all along anyways. Jongho, Yunho and Mingi needed to get ready, as did San, and he needed Seonghwa to keep an eye on the others. Besides, if this was a stomach bug then Yeosang had already been exposed – no need to risk getting everybody sick at the same time.

“Sang-ah, come here, please”, Hongjoong called and a moment later the door opened.

“Hyung … what? Oh”, Yeosang said dumbfounded. He quickly gathered himself and made his way over to his dongsaeng who was making grabby hands in his direction. It was cute even in this situation. Yeosang quickly obliged and crouched at the head of his bed, where he could be closest to Wooyoung without getting too close to the mess.

“Why didn’t you say last night that you felt sick?”, Yeosang asked gently.

“I didn’t feel sick then”, Wooyoung pouted.

“Threw up the moment he woke up”, Hongjoong provided, smiling to himself as he watched the interaction between his members. He really loved how they cared for each other like a real family. “Can you get him to the living room so we can get this cleaned up?”

“I’m really sorry”, Wooyoung whispered as he glanced down, paling instantly.

“It’s really okay, baby, you can’t help it”, Hongjoong soothed, “let me just get you a trash can and then you’re all set.”

He got up to get a bucket but then he spotted the room’s trash can. Good enough. It was filled halfway with empty energy drinks that Hongjoong unceremoniously dumped onto the floor.

“Hyung”, Yeosang complained as empty cans clattered onto the floor.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you and Jongho-ah about your excessive consumption of energy drinks anyways. This is just the start”, Hongjoong explained and ignored the following whine in favour of raising his eyebrow at Wooyoung. The second maknae giggled. That was much better than the tears.

“You’re conspiring against us”, Yeosang moaned, understanding Hongjoong’s intention of distracting Wooyoung from his misery.

“File your complains here.” Hongjoong shrugged and pointed at the trash can.

“Hyung, you’re ridiculous”, Wooyoung teased weakly.

“Hyung has every right to complain. Hyung shares a room with Seonghwa. Hyung cleans under the bed three times a week, nothing more ridiculous than that”, Hongjoong said as he placed the bucket down next to Wooyoung.

“Don’t make me laugh, my stomach hurts”, Wooyoung complained, hugging the aching organ.

“Alright, let’s get back to it. Sang-ah, why don’t you get Wooyoung comfortable on the couch with his new best friend while I get medicine and a thermometer?”, Hongjoong said and Yeosang nodded eagerly.

“Up you get”, Hongjoong said and helped Yeosang sit Wooyoung up and then swing his legs over the side of the bed. The sick member’s breathing took on deeper patterns as he tried to stave off the nausea from being upright and Hongjoong was ready to reach over to the bucket if it was needed. Luckily Wooyoung was able to breathe through it.

“I’m dizzy”, he said and closed his eyes.

“Think you can walk or do you want hyung to get Yunho so he can help me carry you?”, Yeosang asked gently.

“Just give me a minute.”

Hongjoong and Yeosang exchanged worried glances. They had never seen Wooyoung this sick before – it was clear he couldn’t stay alone at the dorm, not that Hongjoong would have allowed that. They had an all day shooting of a video on their schedule – somebody who had lots of scenes with Wooyoung could stay back.

“I can go on”, Wooyoung said before Hongjoong was able to finish his thoughts.

“Okay, change of plans. We both help you to the living room”, Hongjoong said, not wanting to risk Wooyoung falling despite his deep trust in Yeosang. Some accidents couldn’t be avoided but he might help as a crutch anyway. Carefully Yeosang and Hongjoong helped him stand, the youngest’s legs shaky and barely able to hold his own weight. The captain reached down and handed Wooyoung the bucket which he cradled against his chest fearfully.

“We’ve got you, it’s okay”, Hongjoong soothed, “if you need to be sick again or feel even more dizzy or anything just tell us.”

Slowly they made their way around the puddle on the floor and out of the bedroom, with Yeosang and Hongjoong having wrapped one arm around Wooyoung’s waist each.

⌛

Yunho was sitting on the couch, fully dressed and sipping his coffee as they entered the living room and he looked up with confusion written plainly on his face.

“What’s going on?”, he asked confused, taking in the view. He clearly wasn’t awake enough yet to understand what was obvious.

“Wooyoung-ah is sick”, Hongjoong explained and quickly Yunho had abandoned his coffee on the TV table to open his arms for Wooyoung to cuddle in. The maknae plopped down onto the couch as soon as he was in reach but refused to lean into Yunho, still holding the bucket under his chin. He tugged at Yeosang’s hand to get the older to sit down with him and Yeosang, reliable friend he was, immediately complied and took his hand.

“You’re really not feeling good, huh?”, Yunho whispered and placed a warm hand on Wooyoung’s back. The younger man whimpered and swallowed harshly.

“I feel so sick”, Wooyoung groaned and burped wetly. Hongjoong winced and sighed. “If you need to be sick, Wooyoung-ah, let it…”

Before he could finish the sentence, Wooyoung lurched forward and buried his face in the bucket, loudly expelling his stomach contents. Yunho helplessly rubbed his back and Yeosang held back his hair from his forehead, steadying the bucket with the other hand.

Hongjoong could only watch, once again. He shuddered at the sound of liquid hitting the bucket and the loud coughing. It was a wonder nobody else had wandered into the living room yet to find out where the wretched sounds came from.

“Breathe”, Yeosang encouraged. Confident his dongsaengs had the situation under control, Hongjoong slipped away to gather the thermometer and some medication from the bathroom. On his way back, he nearly collided with Seonghwa who stared at him – or more exactly at the medication in his hand – with confusion, then worry.

“Hongjoong-ah, are you sick? What is going on?”, he asked frantically, mother henning as always.

“I’m fine, it’s…” Hongjoong was interrupted by the sounds of Wooyoung vomiting again and both of them winced. In the dorm there was no real privacy they had learned – as much as any of them tried to hide illnesses, they would be betrayed by the thin walls. And as the oldest hyungs they were very much aware how easily illnesses spread when everybody lived in each other’s pocket.

They both shuddered simultaneously at the memory of the stomach flu from last winter – it had started one day with Yunho and by the end of the next day only Hongjoong and Seonghwa were left standing (but also with buckets not too far away from them).

“Wooyoung?”, Seonghwa asked.

“Yeah.”

“What about the filming? We need to leave in like less than fifteen minutes”, Seonghwa said.

“I know.” Hongjoong sighed. “I want to know his temperature and then I will call a manager. One of us needs to stay back with him, there is no way he can stay alone. Either Yeosang, Yunho or I – we’ve already been exposed.”

“Who is sick”?, San asked from behind them, a frown on his face. He seemed to have been on his way to the bathroom whose door they were blocking.

“Somebody is sick?”, Mingi asked, popping his head out of his bedroom door.

“Wooyoung is … ah, no, Jongho-yah, don’t go in there”, Hongjoong warned, the younger man having also appeared behind San and reaching for his bedroom door.

“What’s wrong?”

“Wooyoung-ah threw up”, Hongjoong explained with a sigh. “Listen, guys, we need to get ready, okay? San-ah, I hate to ask this of you but could you clean the bedroom? You have the strongest stomach out of all of us present.”

“On it, captain”, San said with a salute, obviously trying to lighten the mood.

“Let’s go check on him. Mingi-yah, can Jongho borrow some of your clothes?”

“Sure.”

Seonghwa and Hongjoong entered the living room to find Wooyoung curled up on Yeosang’s lap, tears trailing down his cheeks. Yunho was sitting next to them, running a hand up and down the second maknae’s arm, the bucket in his reach for easy access.

“Wooyoung-yah, let me take your temperature, okay?”, Seonghwa said and knelt down in front of his dongsaeng. Wooyoung nodded and let his oldest hyung hold the thermometer up to his forehead. Frantic beeping quickly followed.

“Uh-oh, 38.6°C”, Seonghwa read with a frown, “that is really not good.”

“Do you think it’s a stomach bug?”, Yunho asked unhappily. “Did you feel sick too, last night?”

Wooyoung shrugged. “I wasn’t really hungry last night but we had a big lunch so I didn’t think much of it. I wasn’t really able to fall asleep tonight until Yeosang-hyung let me sleep with him. But I honestly thought it was a touch of insomnia.”

Yunho frowned. “We shared lunch yesterday and if you didn’t eat much dinner, I think we can rule out food poisoning.”

“Great”, Hongjoong groaned, “I’ll call the manager. Young-ah, you are in no condition for filming today.” He retreated to the kitchen for some privacy.

“Noona, we have a problem”, he said as the woman picked up, “Wooyoung-yah is sick. He’s thrown up a couple of times this morning and he’s running a temperature of 38.6°. He needs to stay home and somebody needs to stay with him.”

“Dammit”, the manager said, “yes, obviously he needs to stay home. We’ll have to do scenes without him today then. I think it’s best if … hm, Jongho-ah is probably not a good choice. Mingi-yah can stay with him then, they have a few scenes together.”

“Noona, I was actually hoping Yeosang-ah or I could stay back”, Hongjoong said honestly, “Mingi-yah has not been exposed yet and …”

“Yeosang-ah is not an option, he needs to film today. He won’t be able to attend tomorrow due to a schedule conflict. But I guess you can stay home. You have a few scenes with Wooyoung-yah too and your own shoots can be done when and wherever.”

“Thanks, noona.”

“Thank me with the others being punctual, Hongjoong-ah.”

⌛

Hongjoong found Yeosang and Wooyoung in mostly the same position with Yunho still sporting an unhappy frown. Seonghwa was nowhere to be seen, he was probably washing out the bucket.

“Hey, Wooyoung-yah”, Hongjoong said warmly and knelt down to look at the second maknae. Wooyoung blinked owlishly up at him. “Noona said you can stay home today, I’ll be staying with you, okay?”

“Sangie-hyung?”, Wooyoung mumbled, unintentionally pouting. Yeosang was frowning unhappily, rubbing Wooyoung’s arm. He looked reluctant to leave his best friend behind too.

“He needs to go in for filming, baby. He’ll be back as soon as possible, okay?”, Hongjoong explained.

“Oh, alright”, Wooyoung said sadly but let Yeosang get up, instead opting to lie down completely on the couch.

⌛

Fifteen minutes later and punctual as promised Hongjoong and Wooyoung were left alone. Before they had left Mingi had gotten them some supplies and Jongho had brought both of them their bed covers, so there was no need for them to get up at all. They could stay curled up under the covers all day if they wanted to.

Wooyoung had laid down in Hongjoong’s lap, latching onto any heat source he could get. His eyes were closed but Hongjoong knew he wasn’t asleep. There were unhappy lines on the younger’s forehead and the leader could imagine why.

“Baby?”, he asked, “stomach ache?”

Wooyoung nodded weakly. “I’m sorry for all this, hyung”, he said quietly.

“Hush, dongsaeng”, Hongjoong soothed, “you’re sick, it happens. I can’t get you a hot water bottle, your temperature is too high for that, but I can rub your tummy?”

The younger opened his eyes for a moment, blinking against the overhead light and closed them again. “Thank you, hyung.”

Hongjoong sneaked his hand under the blanket and he instantly felt just how upset the younger’s stomach was, gurgling and cramping against his hand.

“Is this okay?”, he asked gently.

Wooyoung just hummed, already mostly asleep.

⌛

Wooyoung felt terrible. Horrible. Disgusting. Weak. Awful. Any negative association he could think off. He hated throwing up and he really had looked forward to filming. Now he was sick and miserable.

He had napped most of the morning except for the few instances where he had gotten sick again. His stomach ached, the nausea was still terrible even when he wasn’t about to puke, his head ached and he felt so frustrated.

He could tell that Hongjoong mirrored the last emotion.

“You should try to eat a bit, baby”, Hongjoong coaxed, obviously at his wit’s end. “I let you slack off breakfast but you haven’t effectively eaten since yesterday lunch. We need to get some nutrients and fluids into you. Then you can even taken some medicine to help.”

Wooyoung knew that the fever was making him feel so awful and emotional but he could help that eating or drinking sounded like the hardest tasks in the entire universe. He was done with being done, done with feeling sick and he didn’t want to risk anything that could trigger another bout.

He only wanted his captain hyung.

Hongjoong had been incredibly patient with him, ignoring his dislike towards skinship to cuddle Wooyoung as much as the younger wanted. He was grateful for his hyung, really. The captain hadn’t even complained when Wooyoung had burst into tears the moment he had stopped touching Wooyoung. Rationally, Wooyoung knew that the bucket needed cleaning out and that for that Hongjoong had needed to leave. That knowledge hadn’t prevented him from crying anyhow, clinging to his hyung. He didn’t want to be alone in his misery, so sue him.

Wooyoung shook his head wildly, his oreo hair stuck to his forehead with sweat so it didn’t even fly around anymore when moved. “I can’t, hyung”, he whined.

“At least some tea? Please?”, Hongjoong asked, obviously desperate. Wooyoung felt sorry towards his hyung who had to deal with him but he didn’t want to be alone.

“I don’t want you to leave”, he whispered, tears gathering in his eyes again. The headache from dehydration had taken up residence ages ago but he was miserable anyway. Tea wouldn’t make it better. Hyung would.

“It’ll be for two minutes, baby”, Hongjoong begged, “you can drink some tea. You haven’t thrown up in nearly two hours now, maybe it will stay down. You need fluids. I hate to do this … but if you don’t drink anything in the next fifteen minutes I’m taking you to hospital for an IV.”

Wooyoung’s eyes filled with tears. He didn’t want to go to the hospital. He wanted to just be okay.

“I know, dongsaeng”, Hongjoong soothed. Wooyoung hadn’t even noticed he said that aloud. “Two minutes.”

Wooyoung let himself be lifted from Hongjoong’s lap and laid down against a pillow.

Within a blink of an eye Hongjoong had appeared with a cup of tea and one of their bamboo straws.

“Just a few sips. I put in some cold water, I tried it. It’s drinking temperature.” The leader smiled down at him and lowered the cup so that Wooyoung could drink. Propped up against the pillow he was able to drink and Hongjoong kept stroking back his hair.

“You are doing so well, baby”, Hongjoong praised when Wooyoung had taken a few sips. “Sleep.”

⌛

Wooyoung barely felt better by evening. His temperature that had gone down with medication in the afternoon had gone up in the evening again. Worse yet, he had slept so much over the day he wasn’t even particularly tired.

Hongjoong and Seonghwa had originally decided to isolate him and the captain but it seemed that shy Yeosang had bullied his way into the bedroom. How that had happened Wooyoung wasn’t sure but his best friend could be stubborn if he wanted to.

That was how he ended up snuggling Yeosang in his bed again, resting on the elder’s chest while he played with Wooyoung’s hair. Hongjoong had pulled out his laptop and was playing soft music over the speakers, working through his email.

Wooyoung still wasn’t feeling good and he would get sick again in the night but soothed by the sound of Hongjoong clicking on keys and Yeosang stroking his hair and telling them about his day he felt better than all day.

Author’s note: For the lovely anon who requested the Wooyoung sickfic with Hongjoong caretaker 💕

I hope you all enjoy!

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