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heave-hyung · 5 years

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can i request sick kook and yoongi takes care of him? im the softest for yoonkook rn :((

In all of the normal morning chaos that came with Bangtan mornings, it was surprisingly easy to overlook the absence of the group’s youngest member. Jin didn’t realize Jungkook hadn’t been woken up yet until the last minute, when the group was already running late. Having been doing a last round of checks around the rooms for lights and cleanliness, Jin decided to ask Yoongi to check up on the maknae (and nag him about timeliness on his behalf.)

Yoongi obeyed, seeing as he was the only one fully set to walk out the door. He made his way over to Jungkook’s room--he had been lucky enough to draw the one single room--and found the boy seemingly fast asleep, duvet up to his ear. The second eldest sat at the foot of the bed, shaking Jungkook softly by the hip.

“Up, Kook-ah. Come on. We have things to do,” Yoongi tried, though his words seemed to fall on deaf ears. The maknae didn’t budge, even when Yoongi shook him a little harder or spoke louder, closer to his ear. Yoongi stood and yanked the blankets off the younger man. The rapper’s annoyed expression quickly softened into concern when he saw the state Jungkook was actually in; without the blankets to hide under, it was obvious that something was wrong.

“Jungkookie...something up?” Yoongi asked, reaching over to run a hand down the singer’s spine. Jungkook was pale, curled up, arms wrapped around his middle. His bangs were plastered to his forehead with sweat, and he was panting softly. He only groaned in response to Yoongi’s question, curling up tighter. Yoongi sighed heavily, leaning forward even further to test the younger boy’s temperature with the back of his hand.

“Christ, you’re burning up…” Yoongi clucked his tongue, trying to think of a plan. “Alright, let me tell the others that you’re not feeling well.”

Jungkook blinked his eyes open halfway, turning his hazy gaze to Yoongi. He opened his mouth to protest, but all that came out was a sluggish, breathy burp. Jungkook squeezed his eyes back shut, the flush of pink that adorned his cheeks becoming the only hint of color on his pale face. Yoongi stood to do as he’d promised, and after assuring Jin and Namjoon that he was perfectly capable of caring for the youngest himself, he grabbed a glass of water and some antacids to bring to Jungkook’s room.

Not wanting to leave Jungkook alone for too long, he set the glass down on the bedside table and dropped the antacids in, letting them dissolve. He ruffled Jungkook’s hair, mumbling a soft, “what am I gonna do with you, kid?”

Jungkook only moaned in response, curling up tighter. Yoongi lied down beside the singer after a moment, gently prying his arms away from his torso to place a hand on his upset stomach instead, carefully starting to rub circles in hopes that it’ll provide some relief to the pain. He started slow and light, not wanting to make anything worse, but Jungkook placed his hand over the rapper’s and wordlessly suggested he press a bit harder.

They stayed like that for a bit, Yoongi spooning Jungkook and applying pressure, helping Jungkook bring up low belches that he smothered into the pillow. Gradually, though, the once small and quieter burps and soft hiccups started getting deeper, longer, and louder. Almost sick sounding. It occured to Yoongi that he’d never really asked if Jungkook was feeling nauseous or anything; knowing the younger man, he wouldn’t bring it up until it was too late and he suddenly jump off the bed to make a stumbling dash for the bathroom in hopes that he’ll make it in time.

“Kook-ah,” Yoongi mumbled, careful not to speak too loudly in case Jungkook was catching something where a headache was involved. “Are you feeling sick at all?”

The younger boy hesitated, staying still for a moment. He shrugged in response, burying his face in the pillow. Yoongi carded a hand through his hair, asking again. “I’ll get you a bucket if you need one,” he suggested, trying to get a definitive answer from the maknae.

Finally, Jungkook nodded softly. Yoongi didn’t miss a beat, practically running down the hall to find a trash can. Surprisingly, it was a lot harder than he would’ve thought--where the fuck were all the trash cans when he needed one? Just as he managed to find and empty the bathroom trash can, he heard a gag from down the hall. Yoongi mumbled a slew of swears under his breath, hurrying back to try to avoid as much of a mess as possible.

Unfortunately, when the rapper returned, Jungkook was sitting up, teary eyed, bent over the edge of the bed with vomit on his lap (and the floor.) Yoongi’s heart dropped, seeing how obviously guilty Jungkook looked.

“I’m sorry,” he choked out, breathing heavily. He was trying his best to keep everything else down, audibly gulping and gasping.

“It’s okay,” Yoongi reassured. He handed Jungkook the bucket, sitting next to him and running a hand up and down his spine. “It’s not your fault. Let it up, I can clean it all up later.” Yoongi tried his best to sound soothing. Jungkook managed another breath before he was lurching forward with a heave, the sound of vomit hitting plastic far from pleasant. He groaned before retching again, and again, and Yoongi was starting to get concerned.

The younger burped hollowly over the trash bin a few times before Yoongi found it reasonable to ask if he thought he was done. Jungkook nodded, though he seemed unsure of himself. Yoongi surveyed the situation before deciding what to do.

“Alright, I’m gonna grab you some clean clothes...do you want to shower?”

Jungkook shook his head listlessly. Yoongi should’ve probably gotten him in the shower at some point, but at the moment he didn’t look like he could stand, so the rapper figured it could wait. He did as he promised, putting the bucket down for a moment to shuffle through Jungkook’s closet for a loose shirt and some boxers, helping him change. “You wanna lay in my room while I clean this up?”

�� Jungkook looked up at Yoongi, eyes glassy and unfocused and sad. He shrugged, trying to get up on his own only to fall back down onto the bed.

“Woah, I didn’t mean walk there yourself,” Yoongi chuckled. He wrapped an arm around Jungkook’s waist to help him up and guided him around to avoid the mess. He moved slowly, carefully, not wanting Jungkook to fall. Once he got Jungkook situated, he ran a hand through the singer’s hair before going to clean up.

“Wait,” Jungkook mumbled, voice quiet and a bit raspy from the vomiting.

“I have to clean up, baby,” Yoongi gave, his voice uncharacteristically soft. “I’ll be right back, okay? I promise.”

Jungkook nodded softly, sinking back onto the mattress. Yoongi straightened up as quick as he could, getting the floor spotless and making up the bed, throwing Jungkook’s dirty clothes in the hamper. Once he changed the bag in the trash can, he grabbed the glass of antacids he’d originally brought in as well and headed back to Jungkook.

Expecting a feverish, clingy maknae, Yoongi was surprised to find that Jungkook was already fast asleep, curled up tightly just like he’d found him earlier. After setting down what he’d grabbed, Yoongi sat back next to him, leaning against the headboard and taking out his phone to text the others with an update of sorts. Jungkook rolled over to lay on Yoongi’s lap, exhaling and uncurling himself just a bit. Yoongi played with his hair, smiling fondly.

“What am I gonna do with you, kid?”

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min-yunki-agustd · 2 years

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Recently I saw you post some awesome fics, so I would love to request a Yoongi motion sickness fic, maybe one where they are going in a boat, and Yoongi feels sick and began throwing up, and Hoseok just wants to take care of him, but he ends up motion sick as well, so Namjoon and Jin have to take care of both sick pukey members!!

Caretaker: Hoseok, Namjoon, Jin

Sickie: yoongi, Hoseok

Tw: graphic descriptions of vomit

The winning team of BTS Run episode was given a free boat ride. It was a fun game. The winners are tied by 10 points the teams are yoongi and Hoseok, and team Jin and Namjoon. The two winning teams were driven to the destination after having lunch. The members were surprised to see they had won a boat ride they weren’t originally told what they had won. They were told to wait until they arrived.

Jin and Namjoon were excited about the boat ride. As for Hoseok and Yoongi, they weren’t as excited. Because they weren’t told what the surprise would be no one thought to bring motion sickness meds. Otherwise, Yoongi would have been as prepared as he usually is for things that might cause him motion sickness.

20 minutes after boarding the boat yoongi’s stomach wasn’t feeling well. While the other was looking at the view of the ocean and how far it stretched, yoongi was sitting down too dizzy to stand. He felt every wave that hit the boat and jostled his stomach. Yg usually doesn’t indulge in large lunch with the members he was actually quite hungry when lunch came around because he missed breakfast. Yg would absolutely never choose to have a large lunch before going on a boat ride.

Joon, Jin, and hoseok were standing at the railing of the somewhat small boat pointing at every fish they saw that jumped out of the water. Being a little too loud for yoongi who sat directly behind them. Yoongi’s head felt so dizzy and his stomach was swirling along with it. It didn’t help that Namjoon was yelling about the starfish that was stuck to the bottom of the boat. Yg tried rubbing his stomach that usually works. It wasn’t working this time, he was starting to feel nauseous. He wishes this ride ends soon.

The boat traveled further and further from land to the point where it could no longer be seen. All of a sudden the captain announced “we are will be experiencing strong currents in the water ahead.”Yg’s stomach dropped. The waves began to feel stronger and rocked the boat more aggressively. Yg was starting to feel like he’s going to puke. He was trying so hard to not think about how much his stomach was sloshing. He almost didn’t notice hoseok sitting down beside him. “You don’t look so good Hyung”. Yoongi couldn’t dare turn to look at hoseok he felt so dizzy that if he moved his eyes anywhere away from the horizon he’d puke.

“ I’m not feeling too good,” yg says with arms crossed around his stomach no longer able to rub it in fear of setting it off. At that same moment, Namjoon stood right in front of him blocking his view of the horizon line. “You alright hyu-” be for Namjoon could finish his sentence yg got up almost falling over because of his dizziness and the rocking of the boat and lurched over the railing. He threw up a few rounds seemingly finish. He continued to hang his head over the railing despite how dizzy it made him. He was feeling like he was going to get sick again. Namjoon and jin went to the other side of the boat to look for meds, water, and anything else that could help.

Hoseok got up from his sitting position to go comfort his Hyung while he was feeling sick. Before Hoseok could move any further toward his Hyung he was pulled by the rocking of the boat ending up on the other side of his Hyung. Something about being pulled off from where he stood on the boat didn’t feel right to his stomach. Now that hoseok was standing again he stood this time behind yg Hyung rubbing his back and trying to comfort him. Hoseok was starting to feel the waves as they hit the boat. Were they always this ruff? Hoseok thought to himself. He was drawn out of his deep thought when yoongi gagged. He gagged into his hand and again into the open water this time losing more of his lunch.

Hoseok tried to rub his back but he wasn’t really good with vomit. He was starting to feel sick himself. The waves had not settled at all they just kept getting worse. Hoseok was really starting to feel it in his stomach. Yg was finally able to catch some air and breath. He called for Hoseok “ Hoseok can you get me a napki-” yg turned his now sweating face back to the railing and threw up once more. The waves started to get too ruff for his stomach again. They were apparently too ruff for hoseok’s stomach as well because he gagged into his hand.

Namjoon and Jin must have heard all the commotion they rushed to the other side where hoseok and yoongi were. They found Yoongi barely able to stand leaning on the railing and losing his lunch. hoseok gagging after gag after gag. Bits and pieces of yoongi’s large lunch can be seen floating in the water and his previous clean shirt. Jin looked over the railing out of curiosity and regretted it. “Come on you get the one on the left and I get the one on the right,” Namjoon says in a playful tone he’s been in these situations too many times before.

Namjoon and Jin brought back water and napkins. After yoongi finally stopped throwing up what he’d hoped to be for good this time, he was assisted by namjoon back to his seat. Namjoon gave him a napkin and helped him clean up. Then He handed yg a bottle of water. Yg knew that he’s not supposed to gobble the water down dispute his strong urge to get the disgusting taste out of his mouth. “Don’t drink too much at a time Hyung”. Namjoon knows how weak is hyung’s stomach can be when he’s been sick”. Yg rolled his eyes and took another sip of water out of spite. The water was so refreshing and it didn’t seem to bother his stomach too much.

Jin hovered over J hope who began puking over the rallying. Trying to make sure he did lean too far over and fall over. Every now and then he would complain about how much the boat rocked and how it made him feel dizzy. After Hobi puked two rounds of his lunch, Jin Hoisted him back over to his seat and grabbed him some water to drink. Yoongis's stomach had settled and he felt like he was well enough to survive the rest of the boat ride without tossing any cookies overboard. Hobie's stomach was still giving him trouble but he didn't feel as nauseated as before.

Yoongi had a false alarm that accidentally sent off hoseok. But after that, there weren't any further incidents. The boat finally made its way back to the doc. The Yoongi and Hoseok were so glad to finally get back on land it felt like they spent forever on the boat. Jin and Rm brought the sickly back to the dorm and proceeded to take care of them for the rest of the day. Making sure they got to rest and hydrate.

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vantaestummy · 4 years

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Beers, and Bleachers, and Kisses

SYNOPSIS: Music major Min Yoongi has always had the hugest crush on popular jock Kim Taehyung, but when out of no where, Taehyung asks him out on a date to the homecoming game, Yoongi goes a little above and beyond to, you know, impress him. Cue drunken antics like kissing and lots of barfing.

A/N: inspired by a true story that a friend told me. the gif has nothing to do with the story, just loved all of yoongi’s looks in the comeback teaser and have watched it like a thousand times now.

TW/// emeto and drinking way too much alcohol

THE STORY

Yoongi has had his eyes set on Taehyung for quite some time now.

Taehyung, the star child, infamous athlete, the boy carrying the school’s legacy on his back. Yoongi can’t help but to be enamored by the boy because out of all the assholes at this school that are prideful with their heads in their own ass, he’s the only one that actually has the right to be an asshole.

Don’t get Yoongi wrong, no one should be an asshole, but at least Taehyung has the looks and the talent to back it up. But Taehyung is actually the complete and total opposite. Yes, he hangs with some of the jocks like Park Seojoon, Park Hyungsik, Jeon Jeongguk, Kim Seokjin, and Park Jimin, but Taehyung has this air about him that emanates hope and love.

Here’s the other thing:

He’s really fucking smart. Truly. He’s the only dweeb of the athlete crowd that constantly gets straight A’s. And that’s not all.

One day, Yoongi was off to class, books and assignments in hand when one day, he gets the wind knocked out of him, his papers flying in a whirlwind, his glasses now askew.

“Watch where the fuck you’re going dude.” A gruff voice says, and suddenly, Yoongi feels so small, like his entire world has shattered and he feels nauseous with embarrassment. He doesn’t want to look at who pushed him because he knows he’ll be stricken with fear and he really doesn’t need to come to terms with the audience that has surrounded him and his perpetrator.

“Hey, back off, he didn’t do anything wrong.” That deep, velvet clad voice says. Yoongi’s heartbeat quickens, the feeling pulsating throughout his entire body.

Kim Taehyung stands there, hair flowing in the non existent wind like the hero in a k drama, having come to his aid in the midst of a dire situation. Yoongi couldn’t help it then, the way his heart overflowed with the utmost love and respect.

Yoongi had it bad.

And so you could imagine how Yoongi felt when Taehyung had asked him out to the homecoming game. The athlete had the audacity to look all nervous and shy, his head ducked and his cheeks glazed with pink. It was far too much for Yoongi to handle and let him tell it, he still thinks it’s a prank.

But Yoongi was over the moon, and he did NOT take almost three hours to pick out his outfit... promise. With his sandy blonde curls, cherry glazed lips and eyelids smeared delicately with a bit of gold, Yoongi was so ready to blow Taehyung away.

Taehyung was waiting for him at the entryway to the stadium, like he had promised, tickets in hand and a boxy smile on his face. When he notices that Yoongi is approaching, his face drops, his eyes widen. His jaw goes slack and it looks like the entire universe has made a home in his eyes. Yoongi can’t help but to blush.

“Woah... hyung you look... woah.”

Yoongi giggles, not used to such attention and definitely not used to it coming from someone so fucking beautiful and kind. That was the most important part for Yoongi. That Taehyung was kind.

“Uhh... you should close your mouth before... you know, flies?” Yoongi tries to play it cool but, he clearly can’t even do that right when his use of lingo just fades away into the night. But Taehyung must find it cute, (Yoongi hopes he does) as he just throws his head back with a laugh and hands Yoongi over his ticket.

“Here, the others are waiting for us.”

Yoongi raises a brow. Others? He had hoped that it was just the two of them but, Yoongi can’t be picky. Never in a million years did he think someone like Taehyung would be into someone like him. So he’ll take this one in stride.

They walk side by side up the steps and into the bleachers, finding spots next to all of Taehyung’s jock friends. This game was for the junior varsity team and Taehyung and his friends belonged to the major team? The other division? Yoongi didn’t really give a shit. He just knows that this was the team lower in rank and that it was a home game. Either way, he was with Taehyung, and that’s kind of all that matters.

Beside them are Jimin and Jungkook who, can’t seem to get their hands off of one another. Next to them, are Seokjin, Namjoon and Hoseok, people that Yoongi has seen around before but, has never really interacted with until now.

“Guys, this is Yoongi hyung, Yoongi hyung, meet Jimin, Jungkook, Joon-hyung, Hoseok-hyung, and Jin-hyung. Jimin, Jungkook and Hyung are on the same team with me. Namjoon-hyung and Hoseok-hyung are just our friends.”

“Wow, thanks for making it sound like we don’t do shit.” Namjoon teases. Yoongi smiles, offering them a kind nod and sighing with content in his seat. It isn’t long before Taehyung ducks his hands into his bag, pulling out two cans of beer and handing one to Yoongi stealthily.

“Want one? No one really says anything unless you make it a big deal. Plus, you’re older than me right? So you must be over twenty one.”

Yoongi’s nose crinkles as he finds this endearing, that Taehyung has thought about this so carefully. Granted, Yoongi doesn’t really drink but, if he says no, he risks looking lame as fuck and that is the last thing he wants to do right now. Especially when things are going so well.

“Sure, hand me another one while you’re at it. Beer doesn’t do shit for me.” Yoongi lies, easy. Taehyung’s brows raise, his smile widening, clearly impressed. He hands Yoongi the two cans like he asked and the older boy throws them back as if it’s no sweat off his back. Taehyung can’t help but to give him the side eye, his lips quirked are the corners as he bites his lip, very intrigued by how badass Yoongi is.

But unbeknownst to him, Yoongi had made the biggest mistake.

Halfway into the game, Yoongi had already had four beers, and not only was his vision hazy, but he could barely hear anything, all of the sounds of the world blurring together and invading his eardrums with a fuzzy sound. Along with the dissipation of his senses, comes a newfound courage that he did not ask for.

“Y’know Taehyung? I was real’ surprised when you asked me out, y’know? Because you’re just so fuckin’ gorgeous and I’m... not...” Yoongi giggles sadly, truly meaning what he says even though he’s drunk out of his mind.

But Taehyung seems to take offense to his words, quickly snatching up the other boy’s hand and holding it tight.

“I have no idea what the hell youre talking about hyung. You are so... beautiful, and believe it or not... but I’ve been wanting to ask you out for some time now?”

There it is again, Taehyung’s nerves as clear as day. Yoongi, so drunk that the world is spinning around him, can’t help but to find it so adorable that he just giggles, and giggles, and giggles. His fingers curl by his mouth in the most adorable fashion and his eyes crinkle as he laughs. Taehyung’s gaze softens, and with the new look, comes his tan cheeks turning a sweet shade of pink.

“You’re too... you’re too nice Tae...” Yoongi murmurs, clearly stricken by the others words as his heart swells in his chest. He leans in, intertwining both of their hands now and allowing their noses to brush. “You should kiss me now... I’ve been wanting you to kiss me for a long time.”

Taehyung gasps at Yoongi’s bluntness but, nonetheless, has been waiting for this moment just as well. Taehyung leans inward, tilting his head so that their lips can slot perfectly together. Yoongi takes no time to hesitate as his lips move with the kiss, deepening it and allowing Taehyung’s tongue to mingle with his own. It’s hard not to laugh into the kiss because it’s so much more perfect than he could have ever imagined. And yes, Taehyung tastes like cheap beer and pocket mints, but he also tastes sweet and full of bright, hopeful dreams. The others pay them no mind as the two make out shamelessly in the bleachers of a college football game (talk about cliches) and Yoongi wouldn’t have it any other way.

The game is over when everyone in the bleachers retires for the night. Taehyung’s friends send him playful winks and teasing kissy faces as they depart, and Yoongi can’t help but to blush as he’s left alone with the jock he’s dreamed about.

But that’s not the only reason why his cheeks are flushed.

Yoongi feels sick, like, really sick. The world is still spinning but it isn’t as fun anymore, and an overwhelming sensation of nausea floods his entire body, making him hot all over as his lids droop and his mouth fills with saliva.

Taehyung kisses his cheek, still not aware of what’s happening.

“Do you want to... come to my dorm for a bit? We can watch movies or something? I also have food in the fridge that I can cook for us to last us the night. All the dining halls are closed so—”

“Taehyung?”

The jock in question closes his mouth, his brows furrowing as he intakes Yoongi’s pale and shaky state. “Hyung? Baby, are you okay?”

Yoongi can’t even swoon over the pet name as his stomach gurgles in protest.

“I-I... I think m’ gonna be sick...” Yoongi mumbles as his cheeks puff out against a sickly burp. He presses his fist to his mouth, his eyes squeezing shut as he tries so desperately not to puke in front of his crush??? Boyfriend??? It’s too early to tell but, if Yoongi vomits, this might be the end of it all.

“Ahhh.... shit.” Taehyung jumps to his feet, scanning the bleachers for something that Yoongi can be sick in. Thankfully, he swipes up a plastic bag that had been discarded holding who knows what.

He opens the bag beneath Yoongi’s chin, saliva already dangling from his lip as the crinkling of plastic resonates through the cold fall air. The wind does nothing to soothe Yoongi’s burning hot skin.

“Tae... m’ stomach...” Yoongi groans, the nausea followed by a dull ache that only makes him sicker. Taehyung pouts with sympathy.

“Just... get it up baby... you’ll feel better soon.”

Yoongi doesn’t hear the last of Taehyung’s words as his shoulders roll with a guttural burp, a thick wave of vomit clattering into the bag and nearly filling it up halfway. Yoongi heaves, more chunky puke nearly the same color as the beer he drank creating a small pool into the bag and weighing it down. Taehyung barely manages to keep it together.

He grabs at Yoongi’s other hand for help in holding the back, and with one hand now free, he brushes back Yoongi’s soft, light brown fringe, hissing through his teeth as Yoongi’s stomach clenches visibly beneath his jacket. More puke spurts from Yoongi’s lips, the bag overflowing with his vomit and soaking Taehyung’s fingers. The jock bites back a grimace as his eyes scan the bleachers in a panic for another makeshift puke bucket. He ends up finding nothing and resorts to dumping the bag to the grass below, opting for a wet but empty piece of plastic.

“Let it out baby, everything’s gonna be okay.”

Meanwhile, Yoongi is living through his worst nightmare.

Not only is his stomach a hot mess, but he’s not so drunk that he doesn’t realize what’s happening. After this, Taehyung will no longer want to speak to him again, let alone see him in class.

How disgusting can he be?

“T-Tae... I’m... I’m-blech.”

Yoongi gurgles out a few mouthfuls of vomit, his stomach convulsing as he continues to puke up nothing but bile and saliva. Taehyung rubs calm, soothing circles in his back as his spine curves from the force of his puking, his eyes wet and overflowing with unshed tears.

“Don’t speak hyung, just get it all out first.”

Yoongi whines, a few tears falling as he coughs wetly into the bag that isn’t nearly as full as it was before. Yoongi gags helplessly as nothing more comes up, but his head continues to hang low, unable to face Taehyung at the moment.

But once Taehyung realizes that Yoongi must be done he ties up the bag and wipes his sticky hands on his jeans, reaching into his bag for a few towelletes that his mother had given him before he left off to school. The package hasn’t even been opened, as Taehyung never thought he would have to use them, until now.

“Here hyung, you can wipe your mouth with... hyung, baby why are you crying?”

Yoongi sniffles, more tears escaping him as he descends further and further into the realms of never ending embarrassment. Yoongi is so ashamed that he doesn’t even think he can speak right now, let alone think of something useful to say.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry... I’m so gross and I just wanted to impress you and make you think that I drink all the time when really I’ve only had wine and never enough to actually make myself drunk and I was so surprised when you asked me out that I thought it might be a joke and now I’m really hoping it was because I know you probably hate me now and I’m just... I’m so sorry Taehyung...”

Taehyung’s jaw has dropped, his face etched with incredible disbelief.

“A... a joke? Hyung, I wasn’t joking when I asked you out. I did it because I actually like you and... I’m sad that you thought you had to go as far as to get really drunk to impress me but... I think I’m flattered?” Taehyung says cautiously with a small smile. It’s sweet, and endearing, and even though Yoongi’s stomach still hurts, it kind of makes him giggle too.

“I get it if you don’t want to see me again... I mean, who would? I got puke on your shoes.”

Taehyung looks down at his sneakers to see, yeah, a tiny splash of vomit on the tip of his converse. But he honestly doesn’t really give a shit. To him, he’s spending time with the coolest, cutest, most talented kid in school. There’s no other place he’d rather be.

“You know hyung, I was there, at the recital. You were so amazing. Every time I saw you around campus I got so intimidated, it also doesn’t help that you’re so cute. I’m really happy that you said yes.” Taehyung says earnestly as he uses his sleeve to wipe away at Yoongi’s tears, since his hands are still kind of gross.

Yoongi sniffles, looking up with wide eyes, shocked, his cheeks reddening as Taehyung takes care of him so effortlessly.

“You... you saw me?”

Taehyung nods with the brightest, boxy smile on his face. “Yeah! I love the music showcases because everyone in them is so good but you? You took my breath away. I never thought I would get the courage to ask you but... my friends kinda bribed me to do it. I wanted you to hear it from me instead of them being assholes and telling you how much I was crushing on you.”

Yoongi chuckles, breathless. His cheeks are flushed and his skin has somewhat returned to its usual color, even if he is still super dizzy.

Taehyung had known who he was? Before they even met?

Yoongi experiences a chill then, his hands wrap around his torso as he shivers. Taehyung quickly discards of his jacket before pulling it around Yoongi, his cheeks still a faint pink.

“Let me walk you to my dorm. It’s cold and dark out, and I also have some really good remedies for bad hangovers.” Taehyung offers softly, his voice tinged with hope that Yoongi will say yes. He does in fact, say yes, and when Yoongi feels even better, he borrows one of Taehyung’s jerseys and they cuddle on the couch, warm and so much happier than before. And if Taehyung’s teammates clown him once they see Yoongi leaving his room at the crack of dawn the next day, he doesn’t say anything about it. Frankly, he doesn’t care. He’s kind of in love, and nothing can change that.

Even if their first official date was filled with puke.

But thankfully, they go on many more dates to make up for that one, and when Taehyung asks Yoongi to be his boyfriend, Yoongi of course says yes. And when people ask how they met, Yoongi groans, and Taehyung just laughs, because they both know that whoever asked, is in for a long story.

A/N: sorry for disappearing. i can’t promise that i’m back officially, but i hope this makes up for some of that time!

#sick!yoongi #sick!suga #sick!taegi #bts sick #yoongi sick #sickfic #sick fic #bts emeto #tw emeto #emetophilia #emeto #caretaker!taehyung #my fic

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thekpopsickficlounge · 5 years

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Turbulence Pt. 1

Hey guys, I’m really sorry I couldn’t fulfill my desire/kind-of promise to complete the prompt tonight. I’m dealing with a lot right now, and it’s hard to spend a lot of time on one thing, especially my passions; but I don’t want to leave you guys with nothing, so here’s a little intro to it. I don’t think it will be very long, but I wanted to give you guys at least something so I don’t feel like I totally failed you guys.

So, please enjoy part one of this prompt inspired by/dedicated to the lovely @queasy-bts <3

The members of BTS were about two hours into their flight to Tokyo. They were in first class by themselves, which left Namjoon and Seokjin in charge until they touched down.

Seokjin and Jimin were currently engaged in a vicious Uno battle, of which Yoongi was appointed the referee. Hoseok and Jungkook were off by themselves silently judging the other three.

Meanwhile, Taehyung was curled up in the seat right next to Namjoon. He hadn’t said a word since they had lunch at the airport and he had closed his eyes as soon as they got on board.

“Hey, can you guys keep it down?” Namjoon looked behind him. “Tae’s trying to rest.”

“Is he okay?” Jungkook asked. “He’s been pretty quiet.”

“I don’t know, he might have a headache or something.”

“Sorry, I should know better.” Seokjin had just finished his second glass of champagne. “We’ll stop yelling.”

When Namjoon turned back around, he saw Taehyung struggling to get his blanket off. “Hey, what’s going on man?” He helped pull the fabric down.

Taehyung didn’t answer him. His face was pale and sweaty, and he was staring blankly ahead.

“Tae, are you alright?” Namjoon squeezed his shoulder. “You don’t look so good.”

“I think I’m gonna...” Taehyung hiccuped and immediately covered his mouth. “Oh...” His other hand held his stomach.

“Hang on, I got it.” Namjoon looked around, spotting the sickbags behind the seat in front of him. “Here, use this.” He held one out for him.

Taehyung took the bag and leaned forward, holding it open over his mouth. He whined as he couldn’t keep his saliva in his mouth anymore.

“It’s gonna be okay, buddy.” Namjoon rubbed wide circles against his back.

“What’s going on?” Hoseok stood up. “Is he alright?”

“He’s gonna be sick.”

“What? Oh, Tae...” Hoseok went over to them. “Does he have a fever?”

Namjoon felt Taehyung’s forehead. “No, I don’t think so.”

That’s all I have for you guys so far; once again I’m so sorry it’s not finished yet. you should have part two by tomorrow! Thank you so much for the support, and I hope it isn’t total crap.

Love you guys! <3

#emetophilia #sickfics #bts #part one #air travel #food poisoning #first prompt

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bleucheeks · 5 years

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[013] rub his back; (6/?)

BTS sickfic // kookie-centric // word count: 4,201

Summary:

Jungkook still has a fever. Jin and Hobi cuddle him without shirts on. The boys decide to stay up all night for their maknae.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12520580/chapters/38743097

Jimin’s hooded silhouette pads carefully on bare feet to click open the large window shutters of the dark bedroom. The sounds of the waves outside get a little louder and the breeze seeps through the room, and that’s when Jin jolts awake. The oldest lifts his head toward Jimin, all wide-eyed and confused. He wakes Jungkook by accident, round eyes startled and weary, hazy orbs over pale pasty skin.

“Ah, I’m sorry baby,” Jin whispers quickly, feeling the maknae’s body tense and move in his arms. He runs a hand through the sick boy’s hair. “Go back to sleep.” Jungkook’s baggy eyes close shut and his breaths become rhythmic again, intermingled with Hoseok’s light snores beside him. Jin drops his head back down on the pillow, rubbing his face with a groan.

“Oh my gooooddd, how could I fall asleep,”

Jimin comes to crouch near the bed next to them. He taps Jin’s forehead before running a single finger through his hair. He’s been itching to check on the three sleeping members.

“Your face is puffy; you must be so tired, hyung. Your mouth was hanging open when I walked in.” There’s a giggle in his voice, as there so often is, and his eyes are soft with gentle amusement. Jin groans again; how dare he fall asleep? Jungkook needs him. There’s a weight on his chest and a humid warmth right on his neck and that’s when he realizes Jungkook is practically on top of him, half of his body strewn across him, with his face tucked into Jin’s neck and puffing steady streams of hot and sour air on his skin.

The aroma seeping from the kitchen reminds him suddenly of the dinner he was supposed to be making and he gasps.

“Omo, the soup—the stove, is everything—?”

Jimin places a hand on his chest. “Soup’s done and the kitchen’s cleaned up, hyung. Don’t worry,”

Jin’s hands are over his face again.

“It’s okay. You needed the rest.”

“I don’t even remember closing my eyes.”

“Because you’re tired. But it’s only been 30 minutes. Relax.”

“That’s all?”

Jimin answers with a hum, petting Jin’s hair, making Jin drowsy all over again. He should probably make himself some coffee.

“Maybe I should trust you more.” Jin comments, giving in to heavy eyelids and reveling the calm of the moment. Jimin’s nails tickle along his hairline in the best way.

“Maybe?” Jimin snorts. “Yah, you really should.”

The raw scent of sea breeze and wet sand fills Jin’s nostrils and he makes a sound of pleasure. “This is nice.” He swishes his feet carefully under the sheets in search of a cool spot on the mattress, for a bit of relief from the deadweight of Jungkook’s fevered body on top of him.

“Yeah,” Jimin says softly. “I thought Kookie could use some fresh air,”

“Always an angel, our Jimin,”

Jimin’s eyes sparkle proudly at the praise. He leans over to kiss Jin’s forehead. Jin smiles with his eyes closed.

“What’re the others doing right now?”

“Yoongi’s in the shower, I think. Tae, Joonie and I are just sitting around for now. Might hook up Hobi’s Switch and play some games, or watch a movie, or walk out on the beach. We haven’t decided yet.”

“I’ll be back out there in a little bit,” Jin says.

“It’s okay, hyung. We’ve got it, seriously. Just stay here with him. I’m pretty sure Kookie will throw a fit if you get up anyway.”

Jin breathes out a quiet laugh. “You’re probably right.” Jungkook is a koala right now. Even asleep, his hold is secure and his hands are balled up in Jin’s shirt to make sure it stays that way.

Jimin finds the maknae’s warm hand and squeezes it, rubbing his thumb along the top of it. Jungkook stirs at the touch, opening his eyes just as Jimin leans forward to peck his cheek, earning Jimin a drowsy goofy smile. “Still so warm,” Jimin comments, a frown creasing his eyebrows. “What’re we gonna do about this fever, Jin-hyung? He’s been running a temperature on and off for about a day and a half.”

“I don’t know,” Jin says, frowning too, tracing lines along Jungkook’s shivering back. “Was trying to see if some sleep would help, and maybe it will, but it’s only been half an hour. And I didn’t want to try giving him any medication until he’s able to keep some water down. It wouldn’t do him any good if he’s dehydrated, you know? It’ll tear up his stomach.” There’s some silence while Jin thinks this through.

“Can you do me a favor?” He adds, looking up at Jimin. “Come back in another 30 and we’ll check his temperature. Then we can see if we can get some soup in him.”

Jimin likes that plan. He nods his head and his eyes light up a little. Jin can tell Jimin’s worry is starting to consume him. He’s either wringing at his hands or chewing at his lips, or both. When he worries, his hands and feet stay busied and he hovers around Jin. And since Jin’s been occupied in bed with Jungkook, he’s been peeking through the door to check on them every other minute, wondering if he should fix the tangled sheets around the three sleeping members or tidy up the room. He’d finally given into the urge to open the windows, after having slipped away from Yoongi’s watchful eye. And speaking of. . .

“Yah,” Yoongi hisses by the door. Jimin jumps, because he knows Yoongi had specifically told him not to go into the bedroom. Jimin looks back at his hyung with a sheepish grin, his shoulders stiffening. “You woke them up, didn’t you,”

“I did not,” Jimin whispers back. Jin grins invitingly at Yoongi, waving him inside, but Yoongi stays by the door, eyes narrow and nose scrunched.

“Sure, sure. Come Chim, let them rest while they still can. I’m sure Jin will holler if he needs us, won’t you, hyung?”

“That’s right,” Jin answers, still rubbing idly at Jungkook’s hot skin. He reaches with his other hand to squeeze Jimin’s.

“Are you okay, though? Do you need anything before I leave?” Jimin asks, and bless his whole heart. Jin lifts Jimin’s hand to press his lips there.

“I’m fine, baby. Thanks for asking. Just tell Yoongi what I told you and come back in a little while, alright?”

Jimin pouts. Jin reaches over to pat Jimin’s butt. “Go on.” He orders, biting his lip to keep from laughing. His loyal and sweet and considerate angel takes his time walking to the door, looking back a few times to get some last looks at the sleeping maknae before Yoongi grabs his hand and leads him out.

Jin stares up at the ceiling, brushing hair away from his forehead so a breeze from the open windows can cool him down; he’s starting to get hot, but he doesn’t want to disturb Jungkook, who already seems to be having a hard time getting comfortable in his sleep. Every few minutes, he stirs a little and presses himself further into Jin like a needy baby, humming restlessly and burrowing himself into the elder’s sturdy torso.

His arm is still across Jin’s body, latched tight and unyielding. Jin can feel all the discomfort, the chills shuddering his body in waves, the catches in his breath against his neck, the tightening and the gurgling starting to build in activity in his stomach, the heat.

Jungkook doesn’t seem to care that he’s sweating so much himself. The beads of moisture gathering around his face get absorbed by Jin’s shirt.

The moment Jin moves, Jungkook whimpers.

“One sec bun, lemme just—,” Jin quickly unravels himself from Jungkook to get out of his t-shirt before the younger can react, gets it done in two seconds, tossing the sweaty shirt over the side of the bed and gathers Jungkook’s aching body back into his arms.

The maknae seems to like that Jin’s skin has no barriers with his own. He snuggles close, head throbbing with the movement, breathing in the warm tones of Jin’s musk before letting out a sound of miserable frustration. He bumps his forehead into Jin’s chest three times. Jin is concerned, but he’s also stifling a giggle.

“Hey you, what’s the matter?” He cuffs the back of Jungkook’s neck, lightly massages. Jungkook groans, voice thin, as it’s another word short of tears.

“I don’t know. . .m-my body hurts,” His head is pulsing, feels so tight that he’s scrunching his eyes. And his skin raises with goosebumps at the slightest touch of anything. And the ever-present nausea is sitting in his throat, not severe enough to need to vomit, but enough to threaten it. His stomach feels like a literal knot, tied up at the esophagus and bloated with acid and air. Every time he thinks he’s going to burp, the feeling settles back down and adds to the pressure in his belly.

Jin hums with sympathy, his voice brimming with concern. He feels the tense wrinkles on Jungkook’s forehead as he kisses there, feels the goosebumps as he rubs Jungkook’s back with a splayed palm.

“Like fever aches?” Jin suggests, bringing Jungkook closer when he tenses from a particularly violent chill.

“Mm,” is the shaky answer, with a nod of his head. Jin’s bottom lip juts out. He rocks Jungkook a few times. Hoseok must have felt the movement; he rolls over and slings an arm across Jin and Jungkook, hooking his chin over the maknae’s shoulder.

“My baby doesn’t feel good, does he?” Hoseok’s voice rumbles from the heaviness of sleep.

“Mm mm,” Jungkook responds, guiding Hoseok’s arm toward his sick stomach. Hoseok adapts well. He knows exactly where his body should be and what it needs to do to comfort Jungkook right this very second.

“You’re gonna be okay, bun bun,” he reassures, nuzzling the back of Jungkook’s head with his nose. “Try to get some more sleep. Be my snuggle buddy.”

Even though Jungkook doesn’t feel any different physically, he can relax a tiny bit more with Jin and Hobi sandwiching him. Their embrace buffers his chills and the scents of their bare skin makes it a little easier to be distract himself from the nausea.

Jin kisses warm skin wherever lips can reach, whispering I love you, tracing and rubbing along Jungkook’s spine between Hoseok’s body, skin on skin on skin, three bodies melded together until their breaths and their heartbeats slow and fall into the same rhythm.

Exactly a half hour later, Jimin is back, and this time with everyone else. They all hover by the bed as Jimin crouches to wake Jin up. It doesn’t take much; Jin’s eyes open with expectancy, but he’s surprised to see all four members watching him. Jungkook stirs. Jin keeps a hand pressed into the small of Jungkook’s clammy back, rubbing a thumb there for comfort in case Jungkook’s reaction is fitful, but it isn’t. The youngest’s eyes flutter open, squirming before tightening his arm around Jin’s chest. Jin feels Jungkook’s leg snake around his own, toes wiggling and rubbing into his ankle. Everyone watches fondly at the three cuddling members below him.

“Bunny.” Jin mumbles lovingly into Jungkook’s hair. Jungkook looks up and around, then blinks at Jimin, and then Namjoon, Taehyung, and Yoongi.

“Hi Kookie,” Namjoon whispers.

“Hi,” A rumbly croak answers.

It’s hard not to coo when Jungkook’s this vulnerable and clingy. He looks so young like this, with his eye peeking up from being obscured under Jin’s chin. Namjoon’s eyes sparkle with adoration. He looks like he wants to touch the maknae so bad. He settles with a kiss on Jungkook’s forehead because he just can’t resist and Jungkook feels a flush of warm before color burns brighter on his feverish cheeks.

The young singer’s breaths are still dragging deep and low from having been pulled out of sleep, round doe eyes puffy and rimmed dark and shadowy like a raccoon’s, yet adorable. But god, he’s in bad shape. His skin looks sallow even under the moonlight, cheeks flushed from his high temperature. His forehead is beaded with sweat, but that probably has a lot to do with the combination of his fever and the fact that he won’t let go of Jin.

“How’re you feeling, champ?” Yoongi asks. Jungkook loves how soft Yoongi sounds right now, how caring his eyes are toward him. He’s sad that he isn’t feeling better.

There isn’t much contemplating before he shakes his head and mumbles, “Not good,” which earns frowns from everyone.

“Ahgi,” Jimin whines, sending his small body forward, rubbing his whole face into Jungkook’s shoulder, natural aegyo running full-force, voice and all. “I’m so sorry you’re feeling so bad. If I could be sick in your place, I would.”

“No you wouldn’t,” Jungkook croaks, deadpan. Hoseok playfully sticks his tongue out at Jimin, who looks appalled, but relieved that Jungkook has enough in him to tease him. He pops his head up to make that comical wide-eyed stare he does. “You really think I wouldn’t? Jungkook-sshi. Wah—I’m so hurt,” Jungkook lets his heavy eyelids fall shut and his lips turn up in a sleepy smirk. Jin breathes out a chuckle.

“You might be right,” Jungkook relents. He knows Jimin probably would be sick in his place if it were possible. Although never pleasant, Jimin is no stranger to vomiting. After all, Jimin has the touchiest stomach in the group. Jin’s had to hold a bag or a bucket or some sort of container under Jimin’s chin more times than he’d ever want to admit. The drawbacks of suffering motion sickness in a career where travel is so frequent.

Jin makes to prop himself up. Namjoon immediately starts to help handle Jungkook a little, lifting him so Jin can adjust himself while Jimin sticks some pillows against the headboard for Jin and Jungkook to sit up on.

Jimin turns on the thermometer in his hand and slips it in protective plastic before telling Jungkook to lift his tongue. The maknae rests his head on Jin’s shoulder as they wait for the thing to beep, too tired in the body to hold it up. Hoseok watches with his elbow propping himself up, holding Jungkook’s hand under the covers.

“101.4,” Jimin announces with a hopeful chirp. “That’s not too bad, right?”

“Not too bad, no,” Namjoon repeats, a little grin touching his lips as he runs a comforting hand through Jungkook’s hair. “Tae, bring the water please.”

Taehyung comes forward with an open bottle of lukewarm water and a bendy straw. “Here you go, Kook-ah.”

“You think you can try a few sips, baby?” Jin asks, because Jungkook’s lips have turned up at the offer. The last time he swallowed anything it was that god-awful drink at the hospital, and none of those attempts had ultimately stayed down. The only difference in how he feels now opposed to then is that he’s a little more rested. And he’s still nauseated, just not intensely so. Maybe he can try.

The first sip coats his dry mouth and he swishes it around before he swallows. It goes down easy and soothes his throat, so he chases it with two more, suddenly realizing how thirsty he is. They all watch his lips begin to suck eagerly at the straw.

“Yah, slowly, Kook,” Yoongi reminds, ready to pull away the drink himself. Everyone exchanges looks of assurance at each other. Jimin is beaming, looking ready to cry with relief.

Jin kisses Kookie’s cheek, squeezing him. “This is good, baby. Good job.”

Jungkook looks at all of his hyungs’ hopeful smiles at him and he smiles back. He’s feeling hopeful now too.

Not wanting to waste any time on the winning streak of the maknae’s lowering fever and keeping down half of a water bottle, Jungkook had been moved to the kitchen for a change of scenery and a bowl of steaming chicken noodle soup. Jin had put a new shirt on himself and on Jungkook that was fresh out of the dryer; Hobi was still walking around shirtless and proud of it, choosing Taehyung to follow around and pester, trying to get his restless and cooped-up dongsaeng to laugh some.

Yoongi and Jimin had apparently finished cooking dinner, but no one had actually eaten yet. Jin had found that to be odd, but Yoongi explained that they’d all been too worried to eat. So Jin gets busy in the kitchen, re-warming soup (tasting to see if it meets standards) and plating up kimchi and rice. He serves Jungkook a bowl first before getting back to work, looking back occasionally to make sure Jungkook hasn’t fallen off his barstool or that he’s still eating. Jungkook keeps shooting him weak yet comical faces so the eldest doesn’t have to check again so quickly.

He likes that the house is now buzzing with life compared to how quiet it was in the bedroom. The TV’s on and utensils are clinking in the kitchen and Hobi’s got coffee going and the boys are chatting and cracking jokes again.

Jungkook chews on a few spinach leaves and sips up half the broth in his bowl but leaves all the noodles before stopping altogether. His stomach was already full after the water alone, so the soup doesn’t feel necessary. It sits heavy in his belly and sloshes every time he shifts in his seat. He pushes the bowl to the side and puffs some air out. The fullness makes his throat constrict and he hiccups, laying his head down in his arms on the cool polished granite of the kitchen island.

Jimin hovers close. Jungkook can feel his small hand start patterns on his back before his stomach suddenly unfurls with a loud gurgle. It carries into a whine and Jungkook coils, spine jutting along Jimin’s palm.

“You okay, bun? That didn’t sound very good.”

Jungkook just nods his head, still hiding his face, biting his lips and wrapping an arm around his stomach. The pressure staves off the beginnings of what could have been a nasty cramp, but it also pushes up sour air that he’s not too keen on burping up with an audience around. Swallowing hard pushes the burning air painfully back down into his stomach, and had it always been this bloated and hard? Jin turns around, looks like he’s about to say something, but stops himself when Jimin puts a finger to his full lips.

Jimin should have known Jungkook would say he’s okay when he’s not. Even as his tense posture makes it clear that he’s in distress, the maknae’s determined not to worry anyone.

“You know, Jungkookie, I think it’s been well established that you’re not feeling well,” Jimin murmurs. “Just tell us what hurts so we can help you, baby. Okay?”

Jungkook just nods again, not answering. Jimin keeps rubbing his back. After a few seconds, Jungkook lifts his head, face flushed and lips tight. He doesn’t feel well; the soup and the water want to come up but he’s fighting the feeling. He can’t have medicine until he’s kept the food down. The nausea’s starting to swell in waves again, but the last one that hit is gone, so he smiles unconvincingly at Jin and takes Jimin’s hand to squeeze it reassuringly.

“I’m okay.”

Everyone decides an all-nighter is in order. Jungkook feels too sick to sleep and too stir-crazy if he can sleep, so Hobi distributes mugs full of coffee. Jungkook looks so guilty as they down their mugs; they were staying up for him.

“Turn that frown upside down, kiddo!” Jin cheers in his best dad voice. “All-nighters are essential for vacation. It’s a must, you know.”

“That’s right, hyung!” Taehyung chirped. “Time to turn up!” Taehyung starts butchering cypher lyrics, bouncing on his heels and dabbing. Hoseok humors him, joining in and mimicking his moves. Yoongi jokes under his breath that Taehyung could’ve done without the extra caffeine.

There’s a jacuzzi out on the deck of the bungalow. Bright pink and orange flower petals from all the bushes nearby cover the deck and float in the steaming water, casting beautifully in the moonlight. They strip Jungkook down to his boxers and Jin lowers the maknae’s aching body into the hot tub. Yoongi has some music playing on the Bluetooth speaker once everyone’s settled in.

Jungkook stays curled into Namjoon as the leader scrolls idly on his phone, sandwiched by Jin while he continuously scoops warm water into a cup and pours it carefully along Jungkook’s neck. The boy shudders each time the water hits his skin, sensitive still, but the way his eyes flutter shut each time, they know it feels good.

After a while, conversation builds among the group as they all muse about memories and reflect on favorite moments from their tour. There’s always plenty to talk about; Namjoon even reads aloud some entertaining twitter posts from their fans. He shows Jungkook some memes he knows will make him laugh, but Jungkook seems too blissed out to give much of a response.

The warm water loosens up the air Jungkook had kept fighting to swallow all this time. It starts to hurdle out without warning. The first one rumbles past his lips while his chin is hooked on Namjoon’s shoulder. Namjoon feels it as it gurgles from deep in Jungkook’s stomach and forcefully exits in a loud belch. Jungkook opens his eyes, staring ahead, surprised the sound had come from him. Color had already burned bright in his cheeks, but now his ears are blushing too.

“Sorry,” It’s poignant how sincerely apologetic he sounds.

“That sounded like it needed to happen. No big deal, babe,” Namjoon comforts. He stays preoccupied with his phone so Jungkook can see that he isn’t fazed by the sound. Jin’s hand starts an upward motion on his spine.

“I wish you wouldn’t swallow your burps, ahgi—no wonder you’re so crampy.” Jin gently nags. He brings a hand around to feel Jungkook’s belly. It’s tight and convex, a hard dome under his fingers. He clucks his teeth with a disapproving tsk, working his hand on the maknae’s back with more purpose. He pats—lightly at first—between Jungkook’s shoulder blades, making Jungkook squirm before he belches yet again over Namjoon’s shoulder.

Mortified, Jungkook starts to lift himself, to be considerate to Namjoon, but the leader’s hand guides Jungkook’s head to rest back on his shoulder. “I’m more gross than you, JK, deal with it,” Namjoon quips. Everyone except Yoongi snickers at the comment.

“It’s just how life works,” Taehyung says with a shrug. It’s been an inside joke between him and Jungkook since a few nights ago, when Taehyung accidentally knocked his glass of water over at a restaurant and some spilled on Jungkook’s pants.

“Yeah, Tae burps like fifty times a day.” Jimin reveals.

“Hey!” Taehyung cups his hand in the water to squirt a mini geyser toward Jimin, whose arm is slung around him. Jimin playfully shoves him away. “I do not—when have you ever heard me do it?”

“Yah, you’re telling me you don’t burp? You let loose the minute we’re alone. I just act like I don’t notice, and you don’t know I count them,” Jimin bites both his lips, eyeing Taehyung carefully. Taehyung is blushing from the exposure. They both look about to burst out laughing.

“You’re such weirdos,” Yoongi says under his breath, but he still looks amused, laughing a little when Jimin jabs him with his elbow. He rests his arms out along the headrest of the jacuzzi, leaning back. The night sky is clear, the stars are out, and the waves are crashing along the shore in the distance. It’s truly beautiful out. Thank God they get to be schedule-free for a few more days.

“I could’ve done without the coffee. What I really want is some wine,” Jimin muses. He lifts his head up, at Jungkook looking briefly serene between their hyungs under the light of the moon. “Wine’s good for achiness, right? Would that be good for Kookie?”

Namjoon smiles from his phone. Jin contemplates. “It might. I’d actually give him some if he’d had a cold or something, but I don’t think he’d be able to handle the bitterness if I gave it to him right now. Anyway, it’s probably too hard on his stomach.”

“Oh, okay,” Jimin says, leaning back again. Taehyung joins him and they watch stars and look for constellations and everyone dips in and out of conversation, enjoying each other’s company under water jets and bubbles. Jungkook is seemingly relaxed, save for the times he jolts and presses quiet hiccups into Namjoon’s back, or the times he steers an airy burp away from everyone. His body is lax under Jin’s light finger massages along his arms and across the back of his neck and into the small of his back where the tension might be gathering most. Jungkook’s eyelids are heavy; he looks relaxed. Jin hopes Jungkook’s fever is finally starting to taper off.

Maybe this is working.

#bts #bts sickfic #rub his back: chapter six #rub his back #emeto #emetophilia #sickfic #bangtan boys #sick jungkook #sick kookie

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lovelylusts · 3 years

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heave-hyung · 5 years

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Hello~ What about a mix of 4A & 5A together with Namkook. Jungkook getting bad tummy aches (emeto and start) and Namjoon taking care of him.

A/N: Okay, so I wrote this and then realized the request said scat (I think that’s what ‘start’ is supposed to mean, lmao) after I finished it…but I do have another request for JK with emeto and scat, so I figured I’d post this with this ask anyway. Sorry again : 4A: Food poisoning, spoiled food 5A: Stomach illness

Namjoon’s a slick caretaker.

Really, he is. The best caretaker in all the land who manages to give Jungkook food poisoning just as he’s recovering from a stomach virus. He’s just stopped vomiting and now he’s vomiting again, violently, and Namjoon’s at a loss.

The others were forced to go out of the apartment and work, both to save themselves from all catching whatever Jungkook had and also to, well, get necessary work done. None of them wanted to leave their sick maknae, of course; Namjoon volunteered to stay back because he could do anything he needed to from his phone at home.

Namjoon had encouraged Jungkook to finish a bowl of soup, the first meal aside from water and Pedialyte he’d had in a few days. He could barely keep liquids down–being able to eat something was kind of a big deal. Thirty minutes later, Jungkook was saying his stomach was hurting a lot all over again–Namjoon chalked that up to the fact that he hadn’t had anything to eat in a long while and his stomach wasn’t used to food yet.

And now, an hour later, Namjoon’s sitting beside Jungkook as he vomits copiously, seeming as sick as he was at the peak of the virus he had just been overcoming. Namjoon realized that he may have done something wrong in preparing the soup when Jungkook puked it back up into the bowl Namjoon gave it to him in–they had to move to the bathroom because Jungkook still felt really sick even after that.

Namjoon can’t help but apologize over and over again, though Jungkook can’t hear him over all of his retching. He’d go get water for the younger boy, but as ridiculous as it is, he’s scared he’ll find a way to poison water too, just by looking at it at this point. How the hell did he manage to food poison the maknae? And how the hell is he going to explain this to the others?

He can’t be worrying about that now with a sick Jungkook on his hands, though. He rubs soothing circles into the maknae’s back as he heaves, chewing on his lower lip. Jungkook’s not bringing too much up anymore, but he’s still wracked with relentless heaves or belching sickly into the porcelain; Namjoon has to keep an arm around his chest to keep him from falling into the water. Jungkook’s barely half-conscious when his body gives him a break, gasping for breath.

“Done, Kook?” Namjoon asks, reaching up to flush the toilet either way. Jungkook nods and moans softly. Namjoon stands, reaching a hand out for Jungkook to take for a moment before deciding that making him walk might not be a good idea and choosing to let Jungkook put all his weight on him, putting the younger boy’s arm around his shoulders and helping him up slowly.

Just as he’s settling down next to the sick boy, another bottle of Pedialyte on the bedside table and a bucket by the side of the bed, his phone goes off in his pocket. He glances at the name; Jin’s calling him. His blood runs cold as he answers the phone.

“H-Hello?”

“How is he?” Jin asks, getting straight to the point; he sounds like a worried parent.

“He’s, ah…he’s fine,” Namjoon stumbles. He doesn’t sound even remotely convincing.

“Are you sure about that?” Jin’s clearly picked up on the heavy uncertainty in his tone.

“Yeah, I’m su–” Namjoon’s cut off by Jungkook moaning loudly enough to be caught by the speakers, sounding seriously ill.

“I’m coming ho–”

“No! No, no, don’t, he’s good–just tired, he’s just tired, you know him, haha.”

“Namjoon-hyung poisoned meeeeee,” Jungkook whines, too feverish again to know what he’s doing, and Namjoon can feel Jin’s disappointment even over the phone.

After Jungkook’s health is in check, Namjoon thinks he’s gonna need a doctor to assure him that he’s not deaf from all of the shouting Jin proceeds to do.

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p lease write one where yoongi gets sick all over the backseat of the car because he tried to go on his laptop during a drive (the scenario you mentioned in your carsick jungkook fic a while back) with joon driving since he was the one that mentioned the memory. thank you i love your work

A/N: ofc lovely! Here we go. I hope you enjoy. I wrote this with my amazing anon friend who is a phenomenal writer. I truly enjoyed this collab. they’re so awesome! thank you for everything!

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Namjoon was a fairly decent driver. Sure, it took him forever to get his license but it wasn’t because he couldn’t drive. It was because he didn’t find it necessary. Where would he go? What purpose would he have to leave the dorms if he could walk or bike most of the way there? It made no sense but having a license did maintain its perks.

Yoongi was hungry, very hungry, and the man had the taste for something far more specific than Namjoon could have ever imagined. He wanted skewers but, not just any skewers. The best skewers in Seoul, and unfortunately for them, those were all the way across town.

So Namjoon drove them there, Yoongi having offered to pay for his meal and the gas so that they wouldn’t return the company car on E. The food was good and sat comfortably in Namjoon’s sated belly. It was perfect.

Until it wasn’t.

Yoongi had decided to bring his laptop along for the journey, hoping to be somewhat productive during the lengthy and impromptu drive. He decided to sit in the front seat on the drive over to the restaurant, not wanting it to feel like he was using Namjoon as his own personal driver, but now that they’re on the way back home, he decided to sit in the backseat so he could have enough space to get comfortable and maybe read through a few blog posts he’d been saving.

He buckles himself into the middle seat so he can still easily lean forward to converse with Namjoon whenever he starts to get bored of reading, but he figures there won’t be very much talking going on judging by the way Namjoon is absolutely immersed in the songs on the radio, completely focused on humming each and every lyric.

Yoongi pulls his laptop out of his bag and powers it up, eager to start browsing the internet. He pulls the sleeves of his sweatshirt further over his freezing cold hands and begins typing in his password. Namjoon hears the clicks from the keyboard and laughs.

“You seriously brought your laptop?” Namjoon questions, voice laced with disbelief as he reaches over to turn down the air-conditioning. Yoongi responds with a small nod, eyes fixed on the blindingly bright screen in front of him as he scrolls through dozens of different articles and posts.

It’s completely silent for the next few minutes, apart from the quiet clicks of the computer mouse coming from the backseat. Namjoon continuously glances in the rear-view mirror, laughing lightheartedly at the way Yoongi is just squinting at the screen, presumably trying to read something important.

"You weren't kidding when you said you've been immersed in the new songs you were writing." Namjoon chides, his voice playful and not at all insulting. Yoongi hums in acknowledgement, the words on the screen zipping past, just like his view outside the window. It almost makes him a little dizzy, the movement of the car along with that of his mind. Yoongi takes in a deep breath, swallowing down an uneasy feeling that has suddenly taken him captive.

Namjoon knows that Yoongi doesn't do too well in cars, more specifically, right after they've gotten off of a plane. There is something about the planting of feet against wavering ground, uncertain surroundings and the body still adjusting to being thousands of feet in the air rather than just five. They all know that the eldest rapper is sucesptible to carsickness but, he must know what he is doing since, he has decided to do the worst thing one could possibly do: read while trapped in a moving car.

Suddenly, he begins to feel boiling hot, the sudden change in temperature reminding him of the time he genuinely thought he was being cooked alive in a sauna while vacationing in Finland. It isn’t a very pleasant feeling, and the sweat collecting above his brow despite the cold air consistently flowing through the vents is particularly unnerving.

With one more glance at his laptop screen and another small wave of dizziness, he decides to push his laptop aside, still leaving it open for when the feeling finally passes. He stares out at the horizon, thankful that he’s sitting in the middle so that there isn’t an entire seat obstructing his view.

He expertly breathes through the disorientation, inhaling deeply through his nose, holding for three seconds, and then exhaling through his mouth, repeating the practiced process over and over until he starts to feel himself calm down.

The breathing exercise helps him feel a little better, and he figures he just got dizzy because he was staring at the screen for too long, so he pulls his laptop back into his lap and begins clicking away once again, hoping the worst is over.

Unfortunately, the second he glances at the screen, he feels his stomach drop, a harsh wave of heat plaguing his body, making his head spin as he shoves the laptop off of his lap, letting it fall to the floor. He realizes that he wasn’t just dizzy from looking at the screen for too long, he was full blown carsick.

Namjoon is more than suspicious at this point. Yoongi has been far too silent and as he looks into the rearview, he sees that the elder rapper’s chubby red cheeks have taken on a faint tinge of green. Not only that, but his laptop is no longer in sight.

Namjoon turns down the radio. “Hyung? You good?”

Yoongi visibly swallows, the car hitting a bump that immediately thrusts his stomach into his throat. “Yeah..” He murmurs, the lie more like a slur that slithers past his lips. He’s too nauseous now to even function, his stomach bubbling the more and more they drive. Yoongi barely stifles a burp in his fist, his vision blurry as he becomes too dizzy to speak.

Yoongi’s mouth begins to fill with saliva at a rapid pace, a telltale sign that he’s going to blow chunks within the next five minutes if he doesn’t manage to get his stomach under control.

He swallows convulsively, trying not to panic when each swallow forces his stomach further up his throat. It’s only making everything worse, so without thinking, he opens his mouth and let’s the drool fall freely from his lips, coating his jeans and part of the seats.

Namjoon makes an unusually sharp turn, muttering something beneath his breath about almost going the wrong way. The directions on his phone tell him to make another turn in a couple hundred feet.

Oh god.

Yoongi feels the urge to gag. There’s no way his stomach can handle another turn. He needs to say something immediately, but he can’t get the words out quick enough. Namjoon makes the turn and Yoongi heaves involuntarily, jolting forwards from the force of it as he slaps his hands over his mouth.

His cheeks puff out with vomit and before he can swallow it back down, it bursts past his tightly sealed lips and sprays through the cracks of his fingers, coating the back of both seats, the center console, and his lap as it steadily drips from his hands.

Namjoon gasps, immediately looking back at the older boy when he hears the horribly grotesque noise. He had a feeling that something was wrong, but he trusted the boy to speak up if he needed to pull over. He never thought this would happen.

Yoongi cups his vomit-covered hands beneath his chin and closes his eyes, shuddering aggressively when another weak gag forces up a trickle of his dinner. It feels far too warm and chunky in his hands, making him want to throw up even more. Namjoon gasps at the sight. Thankfully, his stomach of steel can handle it, and all he worries about is his hyung.

“Fuck hyung. Give me a minute I’m gonna pull over.” Namjoon grits as he manages to swerve around a few slow moving cars, which, now that he thinks about it, isn’t necessarily a good move since the jolt of the car causes his hyung to emit more gurgling noises, a shallow splash sound being heard from behind his seat.

Yoongi lurches forward, not even bothering to sit up as he gags once more, a torrent of puke plummeting to the floor mat below. A burp rips itself from his throat, pushing out an onslaught of vomit as his stomach literally tries to kill him from the inside out.

“Hold on hyung. I see a place where we can pull over.” Namjoon tries desperately to keep his composure but the garbled noises coming from the backseat sound absolutely dreadful as well as painful.

It almost seems a little dangerous when Namjoon frenziedly jerks the wheel and the car jolts to the side of the road, but Namjoon doesn’t mind breaking the law if it means he can finally help Yoongi through this unpleasant situation.

Namjoon rips the key out of the ignition, figuring they won’t be doing very much driving in the next few minutes, maybe even hours. He unbuckles himself before rushing to get to the older boy in the backseat.

He leaves his door open so that some fresh air can flow into the car before opening the back door. His heart sinks, even his strong stomach swirls at the sight. Yoongi looks miserable, skin excessively pallor, hair disheveled and damp from perspiration. His hands and lap are covered in chunks of his dinner and Namjoon doesn’t even know where to begin with the cleanup process.

While he’s contemplating the easiest way to get Yoongi out of the car, the boy in question hiccups, indicating that he’s definitely on the verge of getting sick again.

“Hey-easy, not in your hands!” Namjoon rushes out when Yoongi gives a powerful belch into his cupped hands, saliva pouring from his mouth and coating his fingers. His eyes are squeeze shut as another burp bursts past his lips, this one somehow more nauseating than the last.

The way he’s visibly struggling to keep everything inside of his stomach is alarming to say the least. Splashes of his dinner coat the back of his tongue with every queasy burp and Yoongi knows that vomiting some more is inevitable, but still, he hopes to postpone the event for at least a few minutes.

“Yoongi-stop, let’s get outside the car, okay?” Namjoon says, voice wavering as he grips the older boy by the arm, forcefully dragging his tense figure towards the open door.

Yoongi keeps his hands cupped beneath his mouth, not trusting his stomach at the moment. He hiccups again, the nauseous feeling intensifying by what feels like a million as he slaps a palm over his lips.

He doesn’t manage to make it all the way out of the vehicle before another hot spray of puke ejects from his mouth, splattering all over the last clean section of the seats, steadily dripping down the fake leather and soiling the carpet as well.

Namjoon hauls ass, gripping Yoongi’s waist as he manages to hold the older up so that he doesn’t fall, carefully maneuvering him out of the car where he can barely lean without tipping over. Yoongi heaves, ejecting every last rancid thing that has been boiling in his cauldron of a stomach for the duration of the car ride. He feels so sick, and his head is pounding so viciously that all he can do is gag over and over again.

Namjoon has a calm hand on his back, the other smoothing back his sweaty fringe as the elder male pukes his guts out. Namjoon sighs, feeling awful for what was happening but, knowing there was nothing he could do to stop it. He doesn’t know of Yoongi’s limits. Only he does. So the fact that he decided to read while in a moving car was beyond anyone’s control but his own.

“Baby... look how sick you’ve made yourself. Why would you even try to read knowing how sick you get in cars?” He asks, his tone a bit sharp but more worried than anything. His hyung threw up, a lot. It’s only a matter of time before he passes out from either pure exhaustion, or sickness itself.

Yoongi responds with a heartbreaking whimper, bottom lip beginning to tremble at the words. He regrets bringing his laptop and he regrets thinking he could handle reading on the road. Honestly, he feels so miserable that he regrets going on the drive entirely.

The dinner tasted good when he’d first eaten it in the restaurant, but it definitely wasn’t as enjoyable when it was shooting back up his throat at a rapid pace. It definitely didn’t look as appetizing when it was regurgitated either. There’s no way he’ll be able to stomach skewers ever again.

Yoongi places his palm beneath his shirt, resting it against his swirling tummy. He gags fruitlessly, only ejecting small amounts of saliva with each awful heave. His stomach still hurts, and every time he inhales, all he can smell is the rancid puke that covers the entire front of his shirt and his jeans.

“Here, sit down, okay? I don’t think you can handle any more driving right now.” Namjoon murmurs as he carefully maneuvers Yoongi until he’s sitting on the asphalt, leaning back against the rear tire.

Once he’s sure that Yoongi is stable enough to be left alone, Namjoon sprints around to the trunk of the car, hoping to find a towel, some water, or a spare change of clothes for the sick boy.

Thankfully, he manages to find an unopened case of water bottles. He figures it’s for the company office but he’s desperate to get everything cleaned up, so he tears it open, making a mental note to buy them another pack before they notice. He grabs four of the bottles and rushes back to Yoongi.

Namjoon tentatively reaches down and grabs Yoongi by the wrist, holding up the limp limb so that he can clean it off. He unscrews the cap on one of the water bottles and pours it over Yoongi’s hand. The eldest rapper has his eyes closed, his head heavy like a weight as he keeps his chin against his damp chest. One would think he’s asleep from how he looks, but Namjoon knows he is painfully awake.

He winds up using the entire bottle of water, tossing it aside before using his own shirt to dry off Yoongi’s hand. The older boy just sits silently, his cheeks burning deep red as he let’s Namjoon clean him up.

It doesn’t feel possible, but Yoongi swears his cheeks burn ten shades darker when Namjoon intertwines their fingers together, pausing his task of cleaning to reassuringly rub his thumb across the top of Yoongi's hand.

They sit like that for a moment, Namjoon’s hand in Yoongi’s as he draws patterns into the skin there unconsciously. Yoongi’s stomach still aches, his throat burning and raw but thankfully, he has nothing more to throw up. He’s still dizzy though, and everything hurts so bad that he’s having problems seeing straight.

As if Namjoon was reading his mind, he places a light kiss upon Yoongi’s head. “Here, rest for a minute. Lean on me. We’ll get back to driving when you feel up to it.”

Cars speed past as Yoongi does as he is told, leaning his head against the younger’s shoulder, relenting all of his weight and closing his eyes with a heady sigh. “I’m sorry. It was dumb to read. Just thought I’d get some work done. I thought I could stomach the drive.” He nearly slurs, his cheek smooshed against the younger man’s shoulder. Namjoon doesn’t say anything for a moment. Instead, he kisses Yoongi’s hair once more.

“It wasn’t the best move but, it’s not like you did it on purpose. Like you said, you thought you could handle it. I’m not mad.” Namjoon reassures with little pecks.

Yoongi snuggles his head deeper into the crevice of Namjoon’s neck. “We had to stop because of me. And now we’re stranded because I couldn’t keep my stomach where it belongs.” Yoongi pouts, squeezing his eyes shut and groaning. Namjoon giggles a bit before giving the older rapper’s hand a gentle squeeze, his other arm wrapped snuggly around his soft stomach.

“It’s okay baby. It’s not like it’s my car anyway. I think it’s Sejin’s.”

Yoongi snorts at that, a squeaky giggle slipping past his lips and making Namjoon want to coo. He squeezes Yoongi closer to him, kissing him on the forehead his time.

The older boy mumbles something incomprehensible underneath his breath as he feebly shoves Namjoon away from him, bashfully staring down at the ground when the affection becomes too much for him to handle.

“I should probably start cleaning the seats now.” Namjoon says awkwardly, itching the back of his neck as he stands up and heads back towards the trunk of the car where he remembers seeing a few spare sweatshirts that he knew belonged to Jungkook. Yoongi doesn’t really want him to go but, he doesn’t really have the bearings to stand at the moment.

Namjoon leaves all of the doors wide open to let the car air out a little before he begins scrubbing at the mess with his impromptu towels. He feels bad for soiling Jungkook’s clothes, but he’d feel even worse if he had to return his managers car with a puke-covered backseat.

Namjoon feels thankful that the seats are leather so nothing really soaked through or ended up staining. It easily absorbs into the material of the clothes and the cleaning process is finished within five minutes. It’ll definitely need to be scrubbed with disinfectant and the carpet and floor-mats should probably be shampooed, but there’s no real visible evidence of the incident.

Yoongi gives a weak cough and Namjoon smacks his head against the roof of the car as he hurriedly crawls out to get to beside the sick boy, worried that he’s about to start vomiting once again.

“Are you going to throw up again?” Namjoon questions as he drops onto his knees in front of Yoongi, placing a caring hand on the older boy’s cheek. Yoongi shakes his head, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

“I just want to go home and take a bath.” Yoongi whines, eyes glimmering with unshed tears as he looks at Namjoon, waiting for some kind of solution or comfort from the leader. He feels disgusting.

“I managed to get the inside of the car all cleaned up, so how about we change your shirt and then we’ll start driving again, okay?” Namjoon murmurs, pushing some of Yoongi’s disheveled hair out of his eyes.

Yoongi nods shyly, lifting his arms up to let Namjoon peel off his soiled shirt. Namjoon moves as quickly as possible, turning away as he hands Yoongi the last clean sweatshirt he’d retrieved from the trunk.

Yoongi pulls the sweatshirt on and makes to stand, laughing quietly when Namjoon fusses over him and grabs his hands, slowly guiding him towards the passenger seat as if he can’t walk on his own.

Namjoon reaches over Yoongi’s body to buckle his seat-belt for him and Yoongi blushes at the close proximity. Once Yoongi is settled, Namjoon climbs into the drivers seat and starts up the car, instantly rolling down all the windows to make sure there’s enough cool air to keep Yoongi’s stomach calm.

Then, Namjoon blindly reaches for Yoongi’s hand, humming contentedly when he finally finds it and interlaces their fingers. He gives a couple soothing squeezes before pressing a gentle kiss atop Yoongi’s knuckles.

“Let’s get you home, pukey.”

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A/N: Is smoosh a word? idk. there’s no red line under it and it wasn’t corrected when I was writing so ill take it. I love you guys. the best parts of this fic were written by my friend tee hee.

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