#caretaker!jin

[sickonthedancefloor]

All Hands On Deck - part 2

Sickies: OT7 Caretakers: Themselves + Managers

Part: [one]

Hoseok didn’t think he was ready for this. Here he had Jungkook, weirdly both pale and green-tinted, in a wet, vomit-sprayed tee and looking on the verge of crying. Before Jungkook could even consider apologizing, Hoseok merely shushed him softly, reaching a hand up to swipe his cheeks in comfort before tears could even begin to fall. His youngest dongsaeng, despite being taller and more muscular than him already, looked so small standing next to him with how sick he was. There was something about his big eyes being so watery and upset that pulled at Hoseok’s heartstrings immediately.

He was very weak for his members.

“It’s okay, Jungkook-ah, let’s get you changed and in bed. Sound good?”

He received a small hum in agreement, as the younger dancer dropped his face against Hoseok’s shoulder. Oh no… not vomit on the Balenciaga… It was honestly inevitable. He’d definitely have to ask one of the managers for their cleaning trick to get it out later for sure. But first… His hand rubbed small circles on Jungkook’s back as he walked him away from the bathroom, away from the new noises of vomiting from behind the door. It seemed to upset Jungkook further to hear it, and the last thing Hoseok wanted to do was have him sick again, and in the hallway where the clean-up would be harder. The two shuffled awkwardly and slow, but it didn’t seem to nauseate the youngest further, so Hoseok was alright with the pace.

“H-hyung,” Jungkook murmured. “Jin-hyung’s—”

“Hm? Jin-hyung?”

Jungkook pointed at the door. Ah… that made sense.

“Oh, you mean Jin-hyung’s room?” Hoseok guessed. That got a soft laugh and a thumbs up. Perfect, honestly; Jin’s door was closer, anyway. Hoseok merely shuffled to Jin’s room, leading Jungkook inside. Jungkook looked at the bed, but Hoseok merely held onto him, grabbing his shirt. “Come on, let’s get you changed into something cleaner. Okay, hands up.”

Jungkook looked so little. As Hoseok pulled the shirt from him, he couldn’t help but coo at how he scrunched his face. Once off, Hoseok just turned it inside out and dropped it near the door, before helping Jungkook out of his baggy jeans. He was like a child again, like that young teen who was so shy but still crawled into their beds when he felt too lonely or upset or just wanted comfort. Cute. Once in just his boxers, Hoseok led him to sit on the bed, ruffling his hair affectionately. “Stay right here, I’m gonna see what Jin’s got that you can fit.” For good measure, he moved the desk trash can next to the bed.

Hoseok tossed Jungkook’s pants, and his own sweatshirt (feeling too warm for it now anyway, he guessed someone turned the heater up for one of their sick members) to the pile and went to rummage through Jin’s closet for something light. He managed to dig up a simple dark tee and basketball shorts, and dressed Jungkook quickly as he noticed his eyes shutting. He was more than thankful that Jin and Jungkook fit the same clothes; it made it easier, for sure. Hoseok tugged the blanket back as he eased their maknae to lay down, then just ran his hands through Jungkook’s hair until the younger fell asleep.

Once he seemed settled, Hoseok sighed, leaning his head on the side of the bedframe. What a day… It was already giving him a headache, but he was glad to at least be helpful.

~*~

In the bathroom, on the other hand, Jin wished for peace. But all he received was a sharp stench of putrid, vile vomit that seemed rather discomforting being two distinctively different scents of yuck. He honestly didn’t think puke could have identifying smells, but whatever Taehyung was expelling before him had some odd, creamy scent to it that made his own stomach feel uncomfortable. But just taking a sharp breath upward, he merely continued to rub Taehyung’s back, thankful that his curls were at least short enough to stay out of his face.

Taehyung’s vomiting was calmer than Jungkook’s in a sense. Less loud, bouncy motions but more harsh, almost twitching gasps as he coughed up whatever wanted to make its way up his esophagus. He had tried to speak twice, barely getting out Jin’s name, and a broken apology, before he merely gave up. Taehyung had a shaky hand braced on his knee, fingers white-knuckled gripping his sweatpants as if it was the only lifeline he had between staying upright and falling into the porcelain nightmare (oh god, Jin realized, that was going to be a nightmare to clean).

“It’s okay, Taehyung-ah,” Jin said calmly. His hand on Taehyung’s back formed a fist and he rubbed his knuckles with a little more force on Taehyung’s back. Something more of a sensation, hopefully a bit of a distraction. “Try to take a breath now, hm?”

Taehyung coughed up a mouthful and then spit. Jin took the opportunity to flush, hoping to reduce some of the smell. But ever the diligent dongsaeng, Taehyung tried to take a breath. His shoulders slumped and he eased back. And took a second breath.

“H-hyung…”

“I’m here, Taehyung-ah. You’re okay. Just keep breathing—or… that, I guess.”

On Taehyung’s next breath, he gagged and immediately lifted himself back to the toilet, regurgitating out another thick mouthful of sludge. His hand on Jin’s hand merely loosened his grip and he swatted at him, albeit shaky and weakly.

“I know, I know. Not funny. But you always laugh at my jokes.”

Taehyung swatted him again, and coughed. He heaved again, but nothing came out.

“See, my jokes cured you.”

But another heave, and a mouthful of pure bile escaped. Taehyung was running on empty, and Jin could see it. He continued rubbing his back, encouraging him to take another breath. It took Taehyung another few minutes of dry heaving before he managed to sink back, forehead dropping on the toilet. Jin smiled.

“Good job, you stopped. Let’s wait a few minutes before we move, just in case.”

Taehyung just nodded as his eyes closed, his body trying to succumb to at least a few moments rest before Jin made him move. Jin let him have these extra moments in peace, just keeping one hand rubbing his back but now in slow circles. It gave Jin time to send a one-handed text message to Namjoon, letting him know their second youngest was also ill. This was already proving to be a disaster. They were going to need back-up, that was for sure.

~*~

From his spot on the couch, Yoongi looked towards the bathrooms on the left. He’d begun rubbing the sleep from his eyes when he heard Jungkook, but he was wide awake the moment Taehyung also disappeared. This already wasn’t good, and they hadn’t bought that much juk. They’d need more… and given whatever the two had, Yoongi figured he may as well begin messing with inventory.

He yawned as he stood, stretching his arms upward. The noise was enough to have Namjoon looking at him with a frown. “You’re not sick too, are you?”

Yoongi shook his head. “Wouldn’t dream of getting sick before you, Joon. I’m just going to make some juk. I have a feeling we’re going to need more, if Hobi-ah hasn’t come back from checking on them.” He really, really hoped Hoseok wasn’t also sick; that man hated throwing up, the last thing they really needed was an anxiety attack flaring up from anyone over illness. At least, for now, Namjoon and Jimin seemed alright, so after reassuring their leader that he was okay, Yoongi merely trekked his way into the kitchen and went to pull out the big pot. He’d make enough juk to last them a few days; thankfully it wasn’t hard at all. Opening the kitchen, he went to work, glad that Hoseok had organized their kitchen prior.

As Yoongi began cutting green onions, he realized he wasn’t alone. Despite seeming exhausted, Namjoon was out standing by the counter, frowning at his phone as he reread Jin’s updates. “Ah… Hyung, what can I do to help?”

Yoongi smiled. “Can you go check on Hobi and Jungkook? Hobi might need some help. Juk should be ready within the hour.”

An easy task. Namjoon gave a thumbs up and headed down the hall to peer in Jungkook’s room, then Hoseok and Jimin’s, only to find both empty. He just decided to search each room to find them, peering briefly into Yoongi’s empty bedroom before he landed on Jin’s. And there he saw Hoseok running his hand through Jungkook’s hair, Jungkook curled up next to him with his head in his lap on their oldest hyung’s bed. When Hoseok spotted Namjoon in the doorway, he smiled, holding a finger to his lips.

“Did he just fall asleep?”

Hoseok nodded. “I wanted to wait a little before giving him medication in case he could eat anything.”

“Yoongi-hyung’s making juk.” He wheeled over the desk chair to sit in, so he wouldn’t move the bed. “He thinks we’re going to need more.”

With a sigh, Hoseok nodded again. “I wouldn’t be surprised… Someone else is going to get it, I bet. When it’s done, let me know?” It only took a few minutes more before Jungkook began snoring, and the two sighed in relief. He was out. The rappers spent a few moments discussing their gameplan on if more of them came down with this—double line the trash cans, keep their two sick members comfortable, try to keep their medications on schedule. Check everyone just to be safe. Hoseok texted the managers their update while Namjoon headed out to give Jin and Yoongi their new update. The juk would take a bit, so he didn’t rush.

As he made it to the bathroom closest to his room, he knocked lightly. “Jin-hyung? You in there?”

“Ahhh, Namjoon-ah! Yeah, I’m in here. Careful if you open the door, Taehyungie’s legs—”

Namjoon was not careful. Upon immediate push of the door, he immediately knocked the wood onto Taehyung’s legs. Similar to Hoseok and Jungkook, Taehyung had taken Jin’s lap as a pillow, but with a damp towel over his eyes. He groaned but otherwise did not move, and Jin immediately began to fuss as Namjoon apologized.

“Is he sick too, Jin-hyung?”

“He spent ten minutes vomiting and now he won’t get up. And he won’t let me get up. Joon-ah, I can’t help him from down here! We don’t even have a traditional Korean bathroom, I could have just hosed down the mess but no, we have to clean it up! I could have just hosed Taehyung off of me—”

With that, Namjoon laughed, squeezing in and kneeling next to them. Taeyhung, while not as tall as Jin or Namjoon, had put on a significant amount of muscle on his frame, rivaling Jin in terms of weight already. And so much of it was muscle; but his reluctance to move overtook Jin’s attempt to keep him from the floor. It was a lose-lose situation for Jin. Taehyung’s button-up had vomit stains all along the front, and was damp with sweat. Jin had wiped his face already, but the younger vocalist seemed comfortable with the cloth blocking the light.

“Headache, Tae-yah?” Namjoon asked.

He received a mumbled ‘yes’. Fever confirmed by touch. Chills, possibly from the floor, possibly the fever. With a sigh, Jin rubbed his back again.

“Come on, let’s try to make it to the room with Joon, yeah?”

Taehyung grumbles again. “’m dirty…”

“It’s okay buddy, you’ve been sick. You want to try and take a bath?”

That gets the young singer to groan, his hand reaching up to press the cold cloth over his eyes. “I don’t want to move… Every time I move I get woozy.”

Jin sighed, stroking his hair. “Well, let’s at least try to get you changed and clean so you’re more comfortable.”

“Not… not yet.” Taehyung grumbled. He kicked a foot lazily to the side, but it bumped Namjoon’s leg—exactly what he was planning. “Go ‘way.”

Namjoon chuckled softly, patting Taehyung’s shoulder from where he sat. He was pretty sure Jin would catch it, being in proximity of now two vomiting members, but he wasn’t going to stress out over it. As Jin leaned his head back against the wall, he reached a hand over to swat at Namjoon too.

“Just bring him some fresh clothes? We’ll be out when we can, okay?”

Namjoon nodded and scurried out, returning five minutes later with a fresh pair of pajamas. On his way out, he added: “Oh, Jungkook’s taken over your bed.”

“Aish!”

#bts emeto #emeto bts #sick!jungkook #sick!taehyung #caretaker!jin #caretaker!hoseok #caretaker!yoongi #caretaker!namjoon #caretaker!jimin #tw: emeto #tw: emetophobia #bts sickfic #Whit writes

[crystalsnow95z]

Two different 3am stories copy and pasted together to create this, apologies for any mistakes after doing so. I didn't reread before posting. It's been sitting for months now.

Sickie; Taehyung with snz/cough and fever. Green zone means vom, not important to story but its staying. Skip to next green line to avoid.

Caretaker: Jin (a bit of Namjoon)

"Heh'ehhitch!" The sound of Taehyung's sneeze echos throughout the hotel room, followed by a wet sniffle.

Jin bolts up right, startled by the sudden loud sound. "Taehyung-ah you scared me.." He yawns out the words. "That's the fifth sneeze Tae, I think you're coming down with something.."

"I'm sorry Hyung. I think it's something in the air here.. my nose has been bothering me since we landed.." Taehyung goes into the bathroom to blow his nose, loudly filling the wad of toliet paper with mucus.

"Did you take any allergy pills?"

"Jungkookie gave me some this morning.. I guess they..ah..ha..Heh'ehhitch!" Taehyung sneezes into the tissue with a roar. "Heh'ehhitchaaugh...!" Another sneeze follows, followed by a cough, his sneezes starting to leave his throat feeling raw. "Hyung it hurts.." Taehyung whines, returning to his bed. "Do you think Jungkookie is still awake?"

"It's two in the morning Vuu, and he was super jet lagged. I don't think he'd be up and he's a super heavy sleeper." Jin tries to call him anyway when he sees Taehyungs eyes water. "Okay, okay I'll call."

"No its not that.. I just..hehtchii!" Taehyung muffled his sneeze with his arm. "Ah..ahchtich..!"

Is that Taehyung?

Namjoon sends a text to the group chat. His room was right next to theirs and he could tell Taehyung's monstrous sneezes anywhere.

I think I'm allergic to something here.🥺 do you have any allergy pills? Or maybe Hobi-hyung?

Taehyung sends a text back to him, trying to ignore the itch building up in his nose, but to no avail. "Aa..attchetu..! Ugh..." Taehyung pinches the bridge of his nose. "Heh'ehhitchaa..mmm.."

Hoba is asleep, and I don't have any. Sorry Tae. I could see if there's any store open nearby for you.

Namjoon messages back.

No, it's okay.. I'll wait until morning..

"Jaykay didn't answer." Jin informs him with a frown. "Are you sure you want to wait until morning? Me and Joonah can go together."

"Do we at least have something for a headache? I'll be fine if we have tha..tha..." Taehyung stops talking feeling another sneeze coming, but this time it doesn't come leaving him with just the painful pressure."mmm..."

"I think I have something..hold on, I'll look." Jin gets up to check his bag, finding the small travel size packet he was looking for. "Here Tae, hold this while I get you some water.

Taehyung rips the packet open, taking the small tablet out of the package. "H..heh..tchu!" He drops it somewhere on the bed when he covers his nose his cupped hands covering in mucus.

"Taehyung-ah, I said to hold it, not open it..don't worry. I'll find it.." Jin puts the water bottle on the side table, going in the bathroom to get a washcloth, wetting it to wash Taehyung off.

"Euuh.." Taehyung looks at his hands with disgust.

"Let hyung wash you up." Jin dabs near Taehyung's nose, cleaning the yellow-tinged mucus from his face, then wiping off his hands. "There, all done. Now, don't move until I find where you dropped the pill."

Taehyung tries to sit still, but a sneeze snuck up on him without any warning. "Actichivvah...!" Taehyung sneezes on Jin, eyes growing wide. "I'm sorry..I'm sorry!" Taehyung bows in apology.

"Taehyung, I'm not mad. It was an accident. You can't help it if you don't feel well, just try to cover it next time,okay?" Jin says soothingly,holding the round pill in his hand. "Open your mouth."

Taehyung obeys, Jin placing the pill on his tongue, giving him the water to swallow it down, not letting him hold either in case another sneeze came.

"Good, now lay down and get some sleep.. we'll get you feeling better in the morning." Jin pulls the blanket over Taehyung.

"Jinnie-hyung?" Taehyung asks softly, coughing under the blanket.

"What is it Tae?"

"Will you sleep next to me?"

"I'll lay with you for a bit, but then I'm going to my bed okay? It'll be hard for me to sleep with you sneezing and coughing.."

"Then nevermind. It's okay." Taehyung tries to sound indifferent about it, but Jin could hear the disappointment in his voice.

Jin puts in his earbuds to tune out Taehyungs sneezing, turning off the light. "Alright, I'll sleep next to you, but try not to sneeze on me."

Taehyung nods, hugging his pillow to his chest to cover his face as another cough comes. Jin wraps around Taehyung's small frame, hugging him from behind. "Good night, Tae."

Jin woke up feeling uncomfortably warm, trying to push the blanket away, still half asleep. Why is it so hot? Only when his blanket started coughing did he fully wake. "Taehyung-ah you're burning up.."

Taehyung was still asleep,laying on Jin's chest, his leg pinning him to the bed. His cheeks were now flushed red like his nose and a layer of sweat covered his body.

"Oh Tete, I don't think it's just allergies..I think you're sick.." Jin whispers when he sees he's still asleep not daring to wake him. I need to tell the others. We were supposed to meet up in the morning..Jin moves Taehyung's bangs that plastered his face to behind his ear. My poor baby..you're definitely going to break out.. I need to try to get this sweat off you..

Jin gently pushes up Taehyung's shirt to try to get what he could off, using the blanket to dab the sweat off of him, noticing the hives have already started on his lower back. "Aiigo.."

Jin slowly rolls Tae off of him, only getting a small whine as a complaint. "It's okay Vuu I'll be right back.." He gets his phone off the bed and goes in the bathroom, calling Namjoon and putting it on speaker.

"Hyung you're up early. Did you sleep well?" Namjoon responds quickly to the call.

"Joon Tae is sick.. we need to find some medicine. I put you on speaker phone so i can look something up.." Jin gets right to the point when he hears Taehyung sneezing again.

"Heh'ehhitch...ahh.." Taehyung whines, sitting up slowly but falling back down on the pillow when vertigo hits him. . "Hyung...?" He looks around the room for Jin, but the dizziness blurred his vision. "Seok..ah..ah Heh'ehhitch.. Heh'ehhitxch.." Taehyung sneezes into the blanket. It feels like someone's trying to push my eyes out from the inside.. Taehyung whined miserably as he felt the itch switch from his nose to his throat a cough rattling his chest.

"Why do you sound so worried? We can get him some allergy medicine, and he'll be okay." Namjoon replies unaware of the situation.

"No, it's not that. He has a fever now, and it's not clear runny nose snot anymore, it's thick yellow goo, that means he has some sort of infection. He's actually sick." Jin's speaks quickly, looking up the difference on his phone.

"Calm down Hyung. Even if he caught a cold we can get him some proper medicine. Is he still asleep?"

"He was asleep when I left the bed to call.." Jin quickly wets a washcloth and goes back to the main room, dropping it when he sees Taehyung coughing uncontrollably into the blanket, eyes streaming with tears. "Aiigo, Taehyungie don't cry.. Hyung here.." Jin places the phone down on the bed to wrap around Taehyung.

"Oh sh*t.." Namjoon speaks in English. "I'm already out and about right now. I decided to get some fresh air before we got ready to practice on stage.."

"The concert.." Taehyung feels his heart shattering. The reason why they flew there is that they were going a three day concert. I can hardly breathe, how will I be able to sing?

The tears flowed harder, leaving Taehyung gasping for air.

"Namjoon-ah be quiet! Don't talk about it right now." Jin scolds him the usually carefree vocalist glaring at the phone.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so stupid.." Namjoon didn't mean to upset Taehyung. He wanted to tell him he had time to recover, but he didn't want to bring his hopes up."We'll figure this out okay?Seojinnie Hyung keep your distance so you don't get sick too.."

"Namjoon, hang up the phone." Jin speaks in a serious tone when Taehyung quickly pushes him away from him.

I already sneezed on him and had him hold me all night. There's no way he's not going to get sick, too.. Taehyung sobs into the pillow. I don't know if we can do the show with two missing members..

"Vuu, baby come here. You didn't know and I should've been more careful, so it's my fault too. It's okay. No one's upset at you." Jin pulls Taehyung close, but his words weren't getting through to him. "Taehyung, Tae you have to breathe.." He says in a panic when Taehyung starts coughing without any signs of stopping. "Please Tae, it's okay, I'd rather be suffering with you than see you like this, it's breaking my heart.." Jin pries the pillow away from Taehyung's face feeling his chest tighten as he pulls him to his chest, just stroking his hair.

Taehyung takes a few deep breaths to try to slow his breathing, hearing Jin's accelerated heartbeat. "I.i'm s..sorry.. i..I didn't mean to sc..a. ah..etchiuu!" A sneeze stops him mid-sentence, sneezing into his arm. "I..I'm sorry.." Taehyung sniffles.

"Hey Tae?" Jin asks suddenly. "What do you call an apologetic fruit?"

"Huh..?" Taehyung is taken by surprise by the sudden question.

"What do you call an apologetic fruit?" Jin smiles when he sees Taehyung's breath becoming more steady. "

"Oh..I think you told me the answer before..wait.." Taehyung sniffles. "Heh'ehhitch..ahh.. It was sagwa!"

"Well what did zero say to eight?" Jin asks before Taehyung could go back to worrying about the future events.

Taehyung just looks at him with a confused expression, scratching at his belly. His mind was fogging from the fever. "I don't know.."

"Nice belt." Jin laughs at his own joke, getting a small smile out of the young vocalist. Jin continued to tell him jokes until it looked like Taehyung forgot why he was crying, stopping when Taehyung's giggle turns into a cough.

It worked.. but he still isn't looking good... Jin sighs. "Are you feeling a little better?"

"I'm calmer now.. but Hyung.. it hurts.. to breathe.." Taehyung's breath comes out in short gasps, his throat swollen and his nose completely clogged. "What am I gonna do..?"

"I know, Namjoonie will bring you some medicine to help.. We need to worry about getting you better before anything else." Jin goes in the bathroom taking the roll of toliet paper from the roll and bringing it to him. "Here Tete."

Taehyung tries his best to clear his nose, but no matter how much came out, it was like more magically appeared. "Heh'ehhitchii." Another round of sneezes come, his constant rubbing to try to keep it from dripping, irritating it further. "Heh'ehhitch..Heh'ehhitxch!..a..ahh.achtchi...!" Each sneeze was louder than the one before it, jolting his body. "Mmmm..." Taehyung sniffles whining softly, the drainage into his throat causing him to cough. He rubs his hand across his chest to try to ease the pain. Now, not only does my head and throat hurt, but my ribs too..

Namjoon knocks on the door, Jin jumping up to answer, peeking through the peep hole before opening the door for him.

Namjoon enters, spilling the contents of one of his shopping bags onto the desk, finding his new thermometer, using it to scan Taehyung's temperature. "We gotta get it down, it's on the borderline of being a high grade fever.." Namjoon frowns at the orange flashing number.

Jin was already cracking the seal of the cold medicine Namjoon brought. "I'll get him in the bath."

"I don't want to get up..my head feels all floaty.." Taehyung says in a rough whisper. "My voice..."

"Shh..don't talk, you'll make it worse.." Jin hands him the medicine. "Here Vuu, take this for me."

Taehyung swallows the medicine down, reaching for the water to wash it down. "Hyung.."

Taehyung falls forward, Namjoon putting out his arm to catch him. "Woah, Tae. I got ya.."

Taehyung closes his eyes tightly waiting for the dizziness to fade, nausea swirling in the pit of his stomach. "I.." Taehyung tries to convey his needs to Namjoon, but his voice breaks off into a cough. I'm going to be sick.. "Nam.." His stomach sloshed painfully, pushing up his dinner from last night. Taehyung wraps his hand around himself with another bout of coughing, unable to get the words out, letting out a whine in frustration.

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"Sh*t..Seokjin get a waste bin.." Namjoon finally understood what he desperately wanted, quickly jumping onto the bed to anchor him onto the bed as he doubled over the waste bin Jin brought him.

Taehyung gagged on the thick mucus mixed with bile that filled his throat. His body trembled with effort as he heaved everything in his body, burping up mouthfuls of mostly digested pork belly and rice.

"It's okay, it's okay.. I got you.. just let it all out.. You're okay.." Namjoon strokes his hand across Taehyung's back, drawing shapes.

Taehyung didn't feel like he would be okay. His body was being pushed past its limits, even after he had nothing left he couldn't stop the dry heaves.

"Vuu.. Try to take deep breaths for me okay? Deep breaths baby.." Jin strokes his hair and he speaks softly to him. Taehyung tried to be obedient to his eldest hyung, but when he tried to breathe in, it caused him to cough.

"I know it hurts, but please.. keep trying okay Tae?" Namjoon encourages him, gently holding the youngers swollen throat to ease some of the pain.

Taehyung manages to take a few breaths, the gagging dying down, leaning into Namjoon. He tried to speak, but his throat was so raw nothing came but a breathy whisper that just looked like he was mouthing the words.

"Here, wash out your mouth Tae.." Jin gives him a water bottle, holding a small cup. Taehyung takes a mouthful of water, swishing it in his mouth before spitting it out in the cup.

"Is your stomach feeling any better now?" Namjoon asks, rubbing his hand across Taehyung's stomach.

Taehyung nods, then makes makes a gesture for telephone.

"Good idea. You can text instead. "Jin searches for it, finding it on the table. "Here Tae."

Taehyung types in a note app.

I got realy dizzy, and it made me feel sick to my stomacj, I'm okay noq.. I think it's just stress.. I just want to lay down for a bit..I still feel bad..

Taehyung's hands shook when he typed, making him hit the wrong keys.

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Namjoon gently moves Taehyung to a laying position, leaving the bed when he hears his phone vibrating in his pocket. "I'm sorry, but I got to take this.." Namjoon frowns looking at his phone.

"It's okay if you need to go. I'll take care of Taehyungie. Thanks for going shopping for me."

Jin whispers as he hears Namjoon talking to one of the directors on the phone.

Namjoon bows apologeticly before nodding, leaving Jin alone with Taehyung again.

"I have to bring down that fever.." Jin evaluates the situation he's in, watching the sleeping figure on the bed.

I could carry him to the bath, but he's so weak right now, I don't even think he could keep his head above the water.

Jin opts to use a wet cloth, gently stripping Taehyung down to his boxers.

"Heh'ehhitch..!" Taehyung sneezes when his shirt brushes against his nose.

"I'm sorry Tae-yah. I didn't mean to wake you, go back to sleep Baby.."

Taehyung curls into a tight ball, shivering from the cold sweat that coated his body. It's cold..

"I know, I know..please just wait a bit and I'll hold you. I just need to try to cool you off a bit. I'll be right back."

Taehyung reaches for Jins hand before he walks away, but underestimates how far he is grabbing at the air. Jin uses the hotel ice bucket to hold water, bringing it to the table to gently wipe off the sweat that covered Tae's body. Taehyung shiveres, trying to push it away.

"Now, now please don't fight me, it's for your own good. Stop it. The faster i can do this the sooner i can give you cuddles." Jin holds his hands still, continuing his sponge bath, making gentle circles, humming softly.

"Heh,'ehhitchew!" Taehyung's sneezes were also starting to lose their power, becoming quieter. That didn't stop them from being messy, though. Jin wipes his face clean again, relieved when he notices the vocalist had fallen asleep again.

Using the opportunity to escape to the best of his ability, he goes to check his arsenal of supplies. Cold Medicine, vitimins, two boxes of tissue, ginseng tea,cough drops, cooling cloths,water bottles, pain killers,a whole bag full of food...

Jin's stomach rumbled at the thought of food, pulling out a pack of instant ramen.

I'll eat while he's asleep.. I need to get him to try to eat when he wakes up..

Jin takes a break from taking care of Taehyung boiling some water. His nose started developing an itch similar to Taehyung's a quiet sneeze escaping him. "Hehtigh.." I sure hope that's the only one..

#bts boys #bts taehyung #bts #bts sickfic #bts sickie #bts fanfic #bts namjoon #bts snz #bts sick fic #bts sickie taehyung #bts sick! Taehyung #bts comfort #bts cold #bts v #btstaejin #caretaker!jin

[whats-k-popping]

"My stomach hurts so bad! Please make it stop" for Jungkook

Thanks so much for the request! I combined this prompt with another prompt in my inbox. Thank you so much for your patience. I made sure to give this a good deal of attention. I was just going to write an intoxication fic, but things just unraveled this way. Hope you enjoy it! <3

Pairing: OT7 - platonic intentions but read as you want.

Prompts: "My stomach hurts so bad! Please make it stop." || "He won't uncurl enough for me to look at him. I think he's in too much pain."

Words: 3332

Warnings: Emeto || Graphic Descriptions of Vom!t || Excessive Alcohol Consumption || Stomach Ulcer || ER Visit || Hospital Admission || Drunkenness || Mentions of stress and guilt || Hiccups

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Jungkook’s favorite part of filming In the Soop with the members is the after hours activities. When the cameras are off, the members get together to have some additional fun. Now they're seated around the table playing various drinking games. Drinking games are the only types of games where Jungkook likes to lose. He gets to consume more alcohol that way. So he's throwing game after game, chugging every cocktail that Yoongi mixes for him and knocking back every shot with practiced ease. He’s getting rather drunk rather quickly, but continues the festivities in the interest of quality time with his hyungs. 

Everyone is getting pleasantly buzzed, but Jungkook is already entirely too drunk. Seokjin decides to cut him off; the rest of the members nod in agreement. Yoongi gets up to fetch water and carbs for Jungkook to help flush the alcohol out of his system. He shouldn't be too obviously hungover for the next day of taping. Jungkook doesn't argue. He sips the water and eats the leftover ramyeon from dinner but he also steals sips from the member's drinks when they aren't looking. Jimin is pouring six shots when they start to notice Jungkook's not really there with them. He's still sitting at the table, but he's not with them mentally. He's so zoned out. It's not uncommon for Jungkook to zone out, especially after drinking, so they leave him be and carry on with their games. 

As the games progress, Jungkook finds himself plagued with a nasty case of drunk hiccups. After several minutes, the sharp, pitchy sound every few seconds is starting to get on Taehyung's nerves. Taehyung tries to get Jungkook's attention, but he doesn't respond to his own name. He’s still far too zoned out. Taehyung pushes Jungkook's shoulder and the maknae nearly falls out of his chair. Namjoon on his other side has to quickly slide in and steady him. All the external stimuli finally shocks Jungkook enough to acknowledge the rest of the members. He recognizes that Taehyung is glaring at him.

"Tae T-Tae" He jolts sharply with another loud hiccup, "Wha-what's wrong? Are you ma-mad at me?" He sounds like he's on the verge of tears. 

"I'm not mad. Your hiccups are getting annoying. Can't you get rid of them." He crosses his arms over his chest with a huff. Usually he finds it cute and funny when the members get hiccups, but his own drinks are starting to affect him. And drinking too much makes him irritable. 

Jungkook looks back at Taehyung like his heart has fallen to his feet. He quickly nods and chugs the remainder of the water Yoongi brought him. But then Hoseok scolds him. "Don't drink too fast, Kook-ah. You might upset your stomach." 

Jungkook shatters. Now two of his hyungs are mad at him. And it didn’t even work. He’s still shaking with hiccups, possibly more frequently now, and the water mixes poorly with all the alcohol in his stomach. Each hiccup is now accompanied by a sloshing sound. Hoseok was right, his stomach started to hurt. 

Taehyung clicks his tongue when Jungkook hiccups again. The sound fills the otherwise silent room. Jungkook can sense Taehyung's annoyance. So he quickly fills his lungs with air and tries again to rid himself of the hiccups. 

Jungkook's still hiccuping into his mouth. At least it’s quieter. He believes Taehyung won’t be mad at him any more. But holding his breath is making him lightheaded. He usually has a good lung capacity, a benefit of being a career performer. But he's only been holding his breath for 12 seconds before he wobbles in his chair and his irises start to roll toward the back of his head. 

Namjoon shakes the maknae's shoulder, snapping him back to reality. "Jungkook, hey. Breathe. Don't pass out on us." 

Jungkook lets out the breath he was holding. The exhale is followed by another hiccup that proves his efforts were for nothing. He whimpers, now three hyungs are mad at him. And he's suddenly dizzy, and his stomach is swirling. He's not having a fun time. What even happened to the fun drinking game they were playing? Did he ruin that for everyone? He hiccups again. 

"You really overdid it tonight, Kook. I'm going to bed." Taehyung excuses himself from the table. He can't stand to be in the same room as Jungkook any longer. 

Jungkook also stands from the table to chase after Taehyung. "TaeTae-hy-hyungie. I'm sorry. Please don-don't go!" But when he's on his feet, he stumbles over his steps and ends up on the floor, falling belly first against the hardwood flooring. The maknae doesn’t get up right away, which frightens the hyungs. Everyone, Jungkook excluded, sobers up immediately. 

It’s silent, spare Jungkook’s persistent hiccups. Yoongi fears Jungkook’s passed out, “Did he hit his head when he fell?” 

“He hit his everything, hyung. He fell pretty hard.” Jimin answers, sitting closest to the scene. He jumps from his seat and goes beside Jungkook on the floor. He’s hesitant at first to touch him. “Should we call an ambulance?” He asks, directing the questions at those older and more responsible than himself. 

Seokjin bites his lower lip. “It’s five minutes right?” He looks around the room for confirmation, “If he’s passed out for over five minutes, we call an ambulance.” There’s a hesitance in everyone’s eyes but a few nods so they decide that’s the plan. “How long has it been already?” 

“Like, maybe one minute?” Taehyung responds. He’s positioned himself on the opposite side of Jungkook. Any resentment he harbored previously vanished. He's only feeling fear and guilt now.

At the two and a half minute mark, Jungkook stirs. But before any of the hyungs can celebrate, the room fills with a shriek of pain that comes from none other than the maknae. Jungkook curls in on himself, wrapping his arms protectively around his stomach and rolling around on the floor. The hyung line rushes to the scene at the sound of the screaming. 

“Jungkook-ah,” Namjoon speaks, “Can you hear me.” He uses his hand to try and direct Jungkook’s attention toward him. When Jungkook looks, he continues, “What hurts?” 

Jungkook struggles to speak through the pain, but he hears his hyung talking to him. He vaguely registers the look of concern on Namjoon’s face. “My stomach.” He winces, “Hurts so bad!” Another shriek of pain. “Please.” A sobbed hiccup. “Make it stop!” He’s rolling like a turtle stuck on its back, knees pulled up to his chin. 

“Do you feel like you’re going to be sick?” Yoongi asks, knowing the youngest had too much to drink. 

"Burns," Jungkook cries, "Feels like burning!" Before anyone can answer, Jungkook lets out a burp that comes from deep within his belly. It sounds like a precursor to a mess. 

Taehyung reacts quickly, pushing the maknae onto his side. He props Jungkook's large body against his knees and holds him in place. There's no further warning. Vomit pours from Jungkook's mouth into a growing puddle on the floor. There's no force behind it. No retching or gagging. That just goes to show how desperate Jungkook's stomach is to rid itself of the contents. Jungkook doesn't have to try at all. His stomachs doing it all on its own. He just has to focus on not choking. 

Every sickly drunk burp brings up more of his sour stomach contents. It's mostly liquid, presumed to be the dozen or so drinks he consumed. But there's a few chunks of undigested ramyeon that add some texture to the pile. The sound of gurgling and rushing liquid fills the room. The air smells like a cheap bar, the combined stenches of vomit and alcohol fill the air. They know they will have to clean it up before the cameras turn on for the day. 

Hoseok steps away, lingering in the doorway to the next room. He doesn't want to leave because Jungkook needs all of them. It's a cowardly thing to do, to just abandon the situation. But the sight and smell of vomit is making his own stomach turn. And he doesn't want to add to the mess. 

A few minutes pass and nothing else spills from Jungkook's mouth. But he's still whimpering and curled into himself. He's desperately clutching his stomach despite it being empty. Taehyung shifts him away from the wide puddle of vomit, giving the rest of the members more space to huddle around him. 

Seokjin jumps in first, falling to his knees beside the maknae. "Kook-ah, do you feel any better now?" Obviously not if the clinging and crying are anything to go by. But he asks anyway. Maybe the pain has relocated. Or maybe it's not alcohol induced at all. When Jungkook doesn't respond, Seokjin goes in with his hands. He wants to see Jungkook's torso. Maybe there's bruising from the fall, some indication of internal bleeding. Something that can serve to figure out why Jungkook's in so much pain. But Jungkook doesn't let Seokjin get a finger in. 

It's like prying open a particularly stubborn clam shell. With equally minimal success. In the background the other members watch curiously, all waiting for the eldest hyung to make a decision. Finally, Namjoon asks, "Hyung, is Jungkook okay?" 

Seokjin huffs, falling back in his heels. "He won't uncurl enough for me to look at him. I think he's in too much pain." He runs his fingers along Jungkook's jaw. It's clenched tight, trying to fight against the pain. "I think we need a manager. He needs to go to the hospital." 

Hoseok's running out the door before anyone else can volunteer. He has been waiting for an excuse to leave the room. Now he gets to leave and be helpful to Jungkook. It's a win-win. 

After Hoseok's already gone, Jungkook pleads. "No," he winces. "No hospital." 

"You won't let me look at you," Seokjin barks back, "you're going to the hospital. That's final." 

"Hyung, what about the taping?" Jimin asks. Not that he's against Jungkook seeking medical attention. But it's an important question. 

"We pause for a few days. This doesn't even air for months. The directors can figure it out." Yoongi answers quickly. Seokjin looks about ready to blow from the stress. 

Hoseok returns quickly with a pajama-clad manager in tow. The manager quickly assesses the situation and deems medical attention appropriate. Thank goodness, otherwise the poor manager would have received the unrestrained wrath of Kim Seokjin. 

An ambulance is always on standby, never too far away from the boys for emergencies like this. Jungkook is rushed to the hospital, Seokjin rides along. The rest of the members pile into a van to meet them at the hospital. It's the middle of the night, they aren't worried about drawing attention to themselves. Hoseok had the least to drink, pacing himself well. He's not a big drinker, he tries not to overdo it. He knows how his own stomach gets with too much alcohol. So he drives. 

At the hospital, Jungkook is immediately rolled into an examination room and Seokjin is left in waiting. When the rest of the members find a park, they join Seokjin in the waiting room. There's minimal conversation. Even Taehyung and Jimin, usual troublemakers, are eerily silent in their seats as they wait for any updates. Seokjin's replaying the night in his mind, trying to wrap his head around how a fun night could have gone so horribly horribly wrong. 

Hoseok is comforting Seokjin, trying to help the older man relax and promising that everything will be okay. Yoongi and Namjoon are speaking with the managers about events leading up and how they can rearrange schedules if Jungkook has a serious condition. And Jimin is consoling Taehyung, who is shouldering all of the guilt around Jungkook's condition. 

Taehyung blames himself. If he hadn't lost his temper and stormed away from the table, then Jungkook wouldn't have stood up. And if Jungkook didn't stand up, then he wouldn't have fallen. And if he wouldn't have fallen, then he wouldn't have been in so much pain. It's a cyclic anxiety pattern that's playing over and over in his head. 

Despite the fact that Taehyung hasn't said a word out loud, Jimin knows exactly what's going on. He can read his expressions. They share a telepathic connection. He knows just how much Taehyung aches from the circumstances. He pulls Taehyung closer to himself and hugs his oldest dongsaeng. "It's gonna be okay, TaeTae." He whispers, trying not to draw the attention of the other members. This is a moment for only them. 

"They were just stupid hiccups, Minnie. Why did I make such a big deal out of it?" Taehyung chokes on a sob and throws his head into Jimin's shoulder. "This is all my fault." His voice cracks when he speaks. 

Jimin hushes him, pressing the younger's head further against his chest to muffle the cries. "Nothing is your fault, Tae. Jungkook just got sick. It happens sometimes." Jimin reassures, "Everything's going to be okay. I'm sure Jungkook isn't even a little bit mad at you." 

Finally, the ER doctor who first wheeled Jungkook away approaches the group. Everyone's on their feet when he addresses them. Taehyung wipes at his watery eyes. The doctor scans the mass of people. "You're all here for Jeon Jungkook-ssi?" He asks for clarification. 

Their manager explains the affiliation and the doctor nods in understanding. "Very well." He continues, "Jungkook-ssi is doing better now. We found an ulcer in his stomach that was nearing the point of rupture. Thankfully, he was brought in before it ruptured, so we were able to get the situation under control and ease the symptoms." 

Namjoon scans the doctor's coat for any identification. "Hak." Namjoon wasn't nonchalant in his action, so the doctor answers the unspoken question. 

“Hak-nim, what caused the ulcer.” Namjoon asks. 

"It can be caused by a few different things. We did test for a bacterial infection, but that came back negative. So it could just be an imbalance of stomach acids. Some other factors could be spicy food, alcohol, stress. Anything that might cause Jungkook-ssi to have an upset stomach." He clicked his tongue before continuing, "We did notice during our assessment that his BAC was nearing poisonous levels. That could have been what triggered the ulcer to flare up and inflict so much pain." 

The members nod their heads as the doctor speaks. Jungkook loves spicy foods, drinks regularly, and the life of an idol is always stressful. A few members start to wonder if they have an ulcer inside their stomachs waiting to burst. Taehyung lets out a relieved sigh. "What can we do about it?" Jimin asks. 

"We have already gone over all the treatment with Jungkook himself. So he knows what to do with his medications. And we'll go over it again when he signs his discharge paperwork. But you all can help him by making sure he avoids spicy foods and alcohol for at least 6-8 weeks. And helping him manage any stress. Ideally, he should be stress-free, but I understand how unrealistic that is in your line of work." He then addresses the manager, "He will also need a follow up appointment with a gastroenterologist in 4-6 weeks to ensure that it's healing properly with the new medication. You should schedule that now since there may be a wait." The manager goes off and makes a series of phone calls. 

"Anything else I can help you gentlemen with?" Dr. Hak asks the remaining members with a smile. 

"Can we see him?" Taehyung's voice is quiet, still a bit hoarse from crying. 

"Absolutely. I'll take you to his room." He turns and starts walking down the winding halls, "We admitted him just so we can make sure he reacts well to the medication. Also, we pumped his stomach to wipe his system of any remaining alcohol, so we hooked him up to an IV for hydration. Just so you aren't alarmed. He does have to be sobered up before he can be discharged."  

They arrive in a single hospital room. Jungkook is laying in the bed looking a hell of a lot better than the last time they saw him. He's got a single needle poked into his elbow, connected to a bag of fluid. He's awake when they walk in. 

"Hyungs," he greets them with a thankful smile. It drops instantly when he recalls earlier events. "I'm so sorry. I drank too much tonight."

"Well I hope you enjoyed it because you won't be drinking anything else for a long time," Seokjin scolds. It's light and friendly but he absolutely means it. 

"Or eating that spicy ramyeon packet you love so much." Namjoon continues the sentiment.

"And those hot chips you’re always snacking on." Hoseok adds. Jungkook didn't think he was getting out of a lecture, but this just feels like a personal attack. 

"I know, hyungs. I know." Jungkook acknowledges, "I don't want to ever be in that kind of pain again. Believe me. I'm gonna follow the rules and take better care of my stomach." 

"The important thing is that you're feeling better, kid. You really had us all scared." Yoongi approaches the bed and ruffles Jungkook's hair. 

"I'm sorry for scaring you, hyungs." Jungkook leans into Yoongi's touch. "Thank you for taking care of me. I didn't mean to cause trouble." 

"Of course," Jimin smiles with a soft laugh that eases all the tension in the room. "That's what brothers are for." 

Taehyung throws himself around Jimin's shoulder, "And we're going to keep taking good care of you." 

Their manager enters the room shortly after. In that short time, several bodies have joined Jungkook on the bed, cuddling and snuggling to squeeze onto the small surface. "Okay, here’s how we are going to move forward. We're going to pause filming for two days. When Jungkook-ssi gets discharged, you will all go back to the lot. The motion cameras will remain off and no camera crews on site for two days. We can pick up filming on Thursday and we'll extend filming until Monday. All of your future schedules will be adjusted to accommodate the additional shooting. And Jungkook-ssi's schedule will be lightened at least until after his follow up appointment." He explains tapping away on his phone. 

Namjoon nods on behalf of the group. They don't want to talk about work right now. They just want to be thankful that it wasn't anymore serious and Jungkook's going to be okay. The manager gets the message and leaves them. He notes to check in on them later in the day.  

Jungkook is discharged from the hospital a few hours later. They all make their way back to the estate, all piled up into one van. It's 8 AM when they make it back and they all shuffle off to bed. Taehyung follows Jungkook to bed, not yet ready to part from the maknae. He doesn’t think he’ll leave Jungkook alone anytime soon. 

They all emerge late in the afternoon for dinner. Seokjin cooks for the group, something light and easy on all their stomachs. He's more attuned to the spices he's using. Namjoon makes sure that Jungkook takes his medicine. Everyone asks Jungkook a hundred times over if he's feeling okay. They all agree to abstain from alcohol for the remainder of the week in solidarity with Jungkook. 

Jungkook's good about taking his medicine without the extra reminders from all of his hyungs. He understands the importance of taking them. But they come with an unfortunate side effect. The medicine is supposed to reduce the amount of acid in his stomach. Each time the tablet reaches his stomach, he gets hiccups. Taehyung is sure to giggle and laugh each time it happens, reminding Jungkook of how cute he is and sticking with him until the case passes.

It seems Jungkook doesn't even remember, but Taehyung will never forget. 

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A/N: 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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[bultaoreunheyyy]

Seokjin's Hayfever

Title: Seokjin's Hayfever

Word Count: 618

Sickie: Seokjin (snz/allergies)

Caretakers: Jungkook

Seokjin is really, really regretting the choices he has made up to this point in his life so far– the two current biggest regrets being trying to catch his fall yesterday with his hand, and going outdoors in the middle of hayfever season. 

The first one is the reason he’s wearing his arm in a sling, all thanks to a dislocated shoulder.  

The second is the reason he cannot stop sneezing for the life of him. 

Even though the dislocated shoulder is by far more painful, the sneezing has him feeling all prickly. The prickling in his sinuses correlates, a gritty, tickly feeling he’s only ever felt with his hayfever. Even though he just finished a round of sneezing, there’s another one coming and he’s absolutely helpless to it. 

He’s probably going to need more tissues first. He stands, then has to pause for a second as his eyelashes flutter and his head tips back.

“HDTCHshuh!”

The sneeze sends him stumbling forward into the chair he’d just been sitting in. Another sneeze builds immediately, more powerful than the first, and he clamps a hand over his mouth and nose just in time– 

“Hh-HDSHSHOO!”

When Seokjin looks up, his eyes are watering and itchy, and Jungkook is standing in the entrance of the kitchen watching him. 

“Are you allergic to something in here, hyung?” He asks Seokjin curiously, eyes big and round as he watches Seokjin sniff hard in an attempt to quell the tickle in his nose. 

“It’s hayfever,” Seokjin responds sharply, feeling prickly again. 

“Oh.” Jungkook sucks his bottom lip between his teeth. “Do you need anything?” 

What Seokjin needs is for his shoulder to heal and for his sinuses to stop burning. There’s another sneeze trying to get out, and he blinks rapidly and presses his tongue to the roof of his mouth in an attempt to stop it. The last thing he needs is to lose complete control right here in the kitchen in front of Jungkook. He’s embarrassed just thinking about the possibility.

“Hyung?”

“I’m f-fine,” he says quickly, breath a little shaky, denying any help from Jungkook. He somewhat regrets it when Jungkook’s eyes widen even further in surprise at his tone. 

“Let me know if you change your mind,” Jungkook says softly after a moment, voice quiet and almost timid. He gives Seokjin a small smile and then starts chewing on his lip again, tongue darting out to swipe over his lip piercing. He turns to go, hesitating just a little like he wants to say something else, but then he leaves.

Seokjin brings his right hand up so he can dig his knuckles into the side of nose, trying desperately to chase the itch away, but he can feel the burning in his sinuses grow. As soon as the sound of Jungkook’s retreating footsteps fade completely, Seokjin grabs onto the chair for support and absolutely loses all control, sneeze after sneeze exploding out of him. 

“HPSHSH! HDTCHshuh! Hih-ISHSHOO! Heh– ehhh-HCHSHOO! HDSH-uhh!”

Instinctively, Seokjin tries to bring both hands up to his face to cup them over his mouth and nose, but he’s painfully reminded that his left arm is still in a sling and his shoulder throbs in protest. 

He curses to himself and pinches his nose shut. If he can get to his room, where there is surely a box of tissues, he can lie in his bed and sneeze in peace. He’s only a little surprised when he gets in there and finds both a box of tissues and allergy pills that look suspiciously like the ones Jungkook takes sitting on his nightstand.

He’ll have to thank Jungkook later. And apologize. But first, he has some sneezing to do.

#bts sickfic #bts snz #drabble #sick seokjin #caretaker jungkook #jin snz #hay fever #allergy fic #bts hurt/comfort

[jaggedcliffs]

Till the End of the Moon is the opposite of the "the love was there. it didn't change anything" post, like:

the love wasn't there, mostly. it changed everything. it saved everyone. there were barely any forces for it, but it still mattered that sometimes even the barest scraps of love were there

#till the end of the moon #tteotm #tantai jin #jagged watches tteotm #ttj is like: sure my dad hated me as soon as I was born and my caretakers thought I was monster and tried to kill me #but! my dad loved me while I was in the womb #and my caretakers still raised me and fed me #and that's good enough #you gotta look on the bright side of life

[fridaywormteeth]

something something the recurring tragedy in mdzs of siblings stepping in to raise the kids bc the parents are either no good or no longer there to do it

#nie mingjue raising huaisang #lqr raising the twin jades #jiang cheng and jgy raising jin ling #jyl clearly stepping into the role as caretaker of her brothers #more so in cql but wen qing always always protecting her a-ning #mdzs #cql #the untamed #nie brothers #nie mingjue #nie huaisang #lqr #twin jades of gusu #lan xichen #lwj #jiang cheng #jgy #jin ling #jyl #wen qing #wen ning #friday's posts

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Hand in Hand (part nine)

@whumptober No. 15: "I'm Fine"

cw: broken bones, gun mention

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Of all the things Jin expects to find while raiding a Riot Kings' base, Melchior is not one of them.

Especially not a Melchior who's chained to a bed.

When Jin kicks the door in, gun drawn, ready to make contact, he's met with a sharp rattling sound as the leader of the Riot Kings is startled awake.

At first, neither of them speak. It's not exactly the kind of situation you'd have a speech prepared for. Jin keeps his gun level, if only out of habit, as he takes in the full scene. Melchior's sunken cheeks, the dark half-moons under his eyes, the old bruises peeking out wherever there's exposed skin. He's wearing the usual crimson suit, but it's torn and rumpled, and his gaze seems like it's been blunted somehow, like a knife used to chop rocks. He looks half-dead, for lack of a better term.

What the actual fuck is going on here?

There's always the possibility that this is an elaborate trap, but it seems out of left-field, even for Melchior. Why chain yourself down and play a prisoner when the rest of your men are retreating, leaving you behind?

Melchior is the first to break the silence.

"Y-you're with the Fleet," he says, in a voice hoarse and tired. It isn't a question, but Jin nods.

The next words out of his mouth catch Jin even more off guard.

"Arrest me. Please."

This is feeling more and more wrong by the second. Even as implausible as it seems, why would Melchior outright ask to be taken in unless he had some kind of plan? But in spite of his suspicions, Jin lowers the gun and moves closer.

He'll at least do a full assessment before making a decision. Jin gives a sharp tug on each chain, assuring they're actually secure, then begins patting Melchior down, checking for any concealed items.

"Wait, wait! N-not yet, there's someone else," Melchior says.

Jin pauses in his search, glancing down at him. "Who?"

"Wes. Another prisoner. He's... You have to get him first. Before it's too late."

Too late for what? Jin shakes his head, and continues patting Melchior down. "Once I've cleared you, I'll have my team search for him," he says. "I'm sure he can wait."

"No. Please, he's hurt, he--nghh!" His voice breaks off into a barely-suppressed scream as Jin's hands move down his right leg, just past the knee. Jin reaches for his knife and cuts away the pant leg, grimacing when he sees what's beneath it. The top half of Melchior's shin is a mess of swollen skin and dark bruises. Broken for sure, and not cleanly.

"You'll need a medic," he says flatly. If Melchior can't walk, that complicates his exit. He'll have to get someone else in here to help move him. "Do you have any other notable injuries?"

"I'm fine."

Doubtful.

"Please. You can leave me chained up here, but you need to save him first--"

"Save him?"

"Arrest him, wh-whatever the fuck it takes, please." His voice is rising, but it's more desperation than anger, and it's enough to make Jin doubtful on what he should believe.

He's always cautious, always careful. It's muscle memory. But right now, his gut is telling him Melchior isn't pretending. The feeling is doubled when he glances up and sees that Melchior is crying.

Jin sheaths his knife, pulling back from the bed. "Fine," he says, and the other man visibly relaxes.

The restraints are real, and locked in place, and there's no way Melchior's going anywhere anyway with a break like that, at least not quickly. He has nothing to lose by taking his word at face value, just this once.

"Where do I find him?"

"Left of this room, down a long hall. I-it's a locked cell." He's spitting out directions almost too fast for Jin to make sense of, but he manages to catch the important words. Left. Hall. Cell.

Again, Jin answers with a nod. He'll grab a few team members before actually making his way towards this new target. Just because instinct isn't telling him it's a setup doesn't mean he'll rush in without thinking.

As he pulls the door shut behind him, he swears he hears a thank you.

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@kira-the-whump-enthusiast @kixngiggles @shywhumpauthor @whumpsday

#whumptober2023 #no.15 #i'm fine #oc #fic #broken bones tw #gun mention tw #rescue #reluctant caretaker #look guys jin's danger matrix gets a lot looser when nabi's not in the picture #begging #shorter part i suppose #its almost midnight rock on #whump #riotkingsau

[whumpetywhump]

The Three Musketeers - Ep. 12

#the three musketeers #kdrama #tied up #public execution #bleeding #reopened wounds #passing out #unconscious #hanging #concern #rescue #carried #piggyback carry #blood loss #caretaker #pressure #lee jin wook #whump #kwhump #asian whump

[whumpygifs]

#till the end of the moon #episode 2 #tantai jin #whump #unconscious #unresponsive #fever #feverish #concern #caring #caretaking #mopping brow #waking from unconsciousness #exhaustion #fatigue #confusion #my gifs

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Moonlight

Whumpril Day 29 (Reluctant Caretaker)

Whumpril Prompts List

part 1

TW: exhaustion, fainting, paranoia, hunted, telepathy, magic whump

Summary: It's been many days since Jin fled the battle field. She attempts to pass through a grove in Moonshadow elf territory and stumbles across something inexplicable.

That's a wrap for Whumpril! I hope you enjoyed my contributions! :D

The moonshadow elf had been following Jin for some time now.

She wasn’t certain how she knew this. It was a full moon, she couldn’t see the elf unless they’d wanted her to. She hadn't heard them, either.

But she knew they were there. She didn’t know how. But she knew.

If Jin had to guess, the elf had started following her when she’d entered the small thicket, after the sun had set below the horizon. She might have trespassed into their territory, but she didn't care. She felt too exposed on the open plains.

Progress was slow, with the trees packed densely together. But the branches almost seemed to part before Jin, allowing themselves to be bent with unnatural flexibility so she could pass. She didn’t try to think about how the trees could be luring her into a trap.

If the elf was out to get her, they would have killed her by now.

But instead, they only watched and followed, nearly invisible from the power of the full moon. It would have been fitting if they did kill her. A moonshadow elf had taken her husband from her. Had taken her king under her watch.

That was in the past. Jin was a deserter now.

Her head snapped to the left, and she barely made out a shape in the darkness as it flitted past, unhindered by the wall of branches. No sound was made. How had she known to look?

Jin almost reached for her ax but decided against it. She had been traveling for days on foot, running on little sleep and the small amount of food she could forage. She was in no fit state for battle, no matter who her opponent would be.

Finally, through the branches, she spied open ground. A clearing? The other side of the forest? The spot where the trap had been laid out for her?

She pressed on. Anywhere was better than the pressing shadows of the trees.

The elf was waiting for her when she emerged from the thicket, spear in hand as they regarded her. Even in their nearly invisible moonshadow form, they appeared masculine, a guarded expression on his face. Behind him was a shrine constructed of white stone gleaming under the moonlight. Two symbols were carved above the gaping doorway. The first was the symbol of the moon arcanum. And the second….

Jin’s mouth went dry. Was that the… dark magic arcanum?!

“Who are you?” The elf asked softly.

Her fingers twitched, eager to hold her ax. Why was the symbol for dark magic on a shrine in Xadia? “I… I’m Jin.”

“Why have you come here?”

Was the ground moving? Why was the ground moving? “I… not… I don’t know.” Overcome by weakness, Jin fell to her knees. “What… what’s happening?”

The elf frowned and turned to face the shrine. “Neoma!”

Jin’s skin prickled as a faint reply echoed inside her head, the words incomprehensible. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to control her breathing as she struggled to stay conscious.

The elf sighed heavily. “Fine.”

A hand touched her shoulder. “Stop fighting,” he said softly. “You’re safe here.”

“N-no… I can’t… she’ll do horrible things…”

“Neoma won’t let her. It’ll be alright.”

Jin slowly nodded as she slumped. The ground was cool under her cheek. A small part of her, even as she slipped into the darkness, tried to protest. This isn’t right. Too tired too quickly. What if…

That, too, quickly faded away into oblivion.

@fourwingedsnake @whumperofworlds @pigeonwhumps @whumpril

#my writing #whumpril2024 #whumprilday29 #reluctant caretaker #exhaustion #fainting #paranoia #hunted #telepathy #magic whump #whump #passing out #collapse #my ocs #jin cinderheart #fanfic #the dragon prince #moonshadow elf #dark magic #moon magic

[truly-morgan]

[College zoom classes, feat. baby A-Ling]

Jiang Cheng | Mo Dao Zu Shi Modern AU 11-05-2021

[#jiangcheng college student, zoom]

what if Jiang Cheng was in our beautiful time of despair and has to do online classes in college too, but he's also taking care of Jin Ling?

Cameras are required and soon Jiang Cheng becomes known in his class to be "the pretty jiujiu with his sunshine toddler". Teachers let him be, as he never causes actual distraction from the class and little a-ling is not disturbing when he needs to talk. (secretly some also enjoy seeing little a-ling smiling face, a nice change from dying college students).

Sometimes they can see the top of a head quickly getting to jc, only for something to be shown to him (often drawings) and every time jc's expression softens a bit. they can see him reply to a-ling and when they can see the toddler's face, each time his smile is even brighter.

other times jl is sitting in his lap, seemingly following the class too (or rather looking at the people on the screen and the funny slides). by time he'll be eating or simply drawing as jc takes notes on the side.

They have rarely seen jc needing to calm a crying jl and teachers usually let it slip when he closes his camera, only to see it turn on again later to see jl clinging to a tired-looking jc.

when they are separated in little groups to do work and everything is done, some will sometimes ask if a-ling is close, and the toddler is always happy to babble with them. jc looks always softens when jl is here too, sometimes helping him in his babbling.

jc and a-ling quickly become a known duo that many wish to work with just so they can have a little break (and also give jc a little break as they entertain a-ling for a little while). The funniest part was once when a-ling decided to show his drawing to the class (jc trying to shush him looking rather amused) and their teacher decided to comment on the nice drawing, only to realise they did so in the middle of the class (a-ling was really happy that he received a compliment from the person on the screen his jiujiu kept listening to every week).

Original

#tweet archive #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #jiang cheng #jin ling #modern au #zoom classes #kid caretaking #jiang cheng being a good jiujiu

[crystalsnow95z]

please sick tae with a high fever? caretaker anyone!

Ooh my favorite person to write for ♡ sorry for the random angst.. I don't know why that popped into my head.

Let’s just get right into it.

Tw; meantion of upset stomach but no emeto.

"Huh? Pause the game, Seo-joon-sii is calling me.." Jungkook picks up the phone. "Hello?"

"Hello. Are you home?"

"Yeah, im just playing a game." Jungkook answers politely. "Why?"

"Oh good. I called a taxi to bring Taehyungie home and want to be sure someone's there to help him."

"Huh? Help? What happened?" Jungkook jumps to his feet. "Is he okay?"

"No, nothing bad. He got a little too drunk.. him and woo-sik both.." Seo-joon speaks apologetically into the phone, feeling partly to blame for not cutting them off sooner.

"I'll be sure he gets to bed safely. Thank you." Jungkook relaxes. "Have a good night." He hangs up. Taehyungie-hyungie must've wanted to show he was a man and could drink just as much as the others..

"What was that about?" Jin asks with concern on his face. "Is Vuu okay?"

"Yeah, he's fine. He just overdid it with drinking.." Jungkook texts Taehyung to see if he'll reply.

Hyung where are you?

Taehyung replies.

I'm coming to home. 3 minutes now.

"I'll go get him pajamas to change into." Jin gets up, going to Taehyung's room.

"I'm gonna wait for him." Jungkook puts on a face mask and waits outside, keeping his eyes cast down, pretending to be too interested in his phone when someone passes by. I'm glad my hair is black right now. It's easier to wait without being recognized.

It doesn't take long for the taxi to come, Taehyung staggering out towards him. "Jeon jungukkkie hi." He greets him warmly.

"Hi hyungie.." Jungkook smiles when Taehyung wraps around him in a hug. "Let's get you inside."

"Jungkook-ah? Did I tells you?" Taehyung speaks excitedly with a bit of slur to his words. "Why we went out?"

"Why hyung?" Jungkook leads him inside, going towards Taehyungs room already knowing the answer. He told him before he went out but loved to see his hyung happy.

"Seojunnie-hyung got the lead role in a new kdrama!" Taehyung says proudly. "He's gonna look so cool.. it's a..ah..oh no.. I forgot the role.." he finished with a pout.

"Oh? Is that what you were celebrating?" Jungkook presses his lips together to stop himself from laughing at his cute expression.

"Yeah! Huh..hyungie? What are you doing here?" Taehyung questions when he sees Jin in his room.

"I'm here to help Kook-ah with you. Let's get you out of those jeans baby." Jin takes over leading Taehyung to his bed, sitting him on the edge.

"I don't need help.. I got it.." Taehyung unbuttoned his jeans, standing to get them off but sways into Jin.

"Tete be careful. Let hyung help." Jin holds Taehyung by his shoulders to steady him while he gets his jeans off, changing into the pajama pants Jin pulled out.

"There we go. Now the shirt, too." Jungkook tugs the shirt over Taehyung's head, putting a fresh one on.

"Here, Tae, drink some water." Jin offers him a water bottle. "Careful not to spill.." he adds as an afterthought when Taehyung takes a drink.

"Mm..I don't want it Hyung..my stomach hurts.." Taehyung hands the water back to Jin.

"Your stomach hurts? Did you eat enough while you were there? Do you want me to make you something?"

"I ate while I was there..but it was too spicy for me..it wasn't supposed to be spicy Hyung.." Taehyung whines, Jin biting his lip to stop himself from laughing at Taehyungs whiny pout.

"Poor Tete..I'll warm you up some of the leftover stir fry we had for dinner, okay? Let's go eat." Jin takes Taehyung by the hand, Jungkook taking the other.

"What's going on?" Jimin asks when he sees them pulling Taehyung.

"Taehyungie is very tipsy.. we're gonna try to sober him up some.." Jin explains, going to the fridge. "Don't worry we got it. Go back to sleep.."

"Taehyung-Ah, wake up..it's time to get ready for practice." Namjoon turns on the bedroom light, pulling the blanket.

Taehyung woke up the next morning feeling awful.. his head was pounding, and he felt dizzy when he sat up, his muscles aching when he moved. "I'm up..I'm up.."

Namjoon smooths down Taehyung's wild hair. "You feeling okay? You look pale."

"I think I'm okay. I must've drank too much last night.." Taehyung rubs the sleep from his eyes, wincing at the brightness in the room.

"You'll be okay. You're still young." Namjoon turns off the light for him. "Go take a shower and eat. You'll feel better."

Taehyung nods, taking a quick shower. The hot water eases some of the pain, but as he gets dressed again, he feels his body starting to ache again.

"I didn't think I drank that much.." he whines when he takes a seat next to Jimin in the dining room, leaning against him. "My head hurts... no. My body hurts.."

"Aw my poor Tete. Do you want me to make you some Haejangguk? I think we have all the ingredients.." Jimin asks, getting up. "I'll get you some juice.."

Taehyung didn't feel hungry, but was willing to try anything to try to ease the pain. "Yeah, that would be great. Thanks Minni." Taehyung gulps down some water, placing his head on the table.

"Morning Jiminie, Taehyungie. Taehyungie, are you okay?" Hoseok greets them with a yawn.

"He woke up hungover, but it's okay. I'm taking care of him." Jimin answers for him.

"Could I maybe skip practice Hobi-hyung? I really don't feel well..I feel like I'm gonna be sick.." Taehyung asks softly, looking up at Hobi with round puppy eyes.

"You shouldn't miss practice. Not when we're in the middle of learning new choreography. You should've thought about that before you went out last night." Hoseok hated being strict, but he couldn't give him special treatment. Not when they made Yoongi do several practices hungover. "But you can ask Namjoonie."

Namjoon had the same answer as Hoseok, so the seven boys went to practice together. Taehyung felt a little better after eating, but he still felt dizzy when he made quick movements, and his muscles still ached when he moved.

"Tae you're out of sync." Hoseok points out when Taehyung's feet don't hit the floor at the same time as the others. "You're going to slow."

"I'm sorry.. I'll get it.. right this time." Taehyung panted, already feeling exhausted despite only being halfway through the practice. He knew what he had to do, but his body just wasn't moving quickly enough.

"Let's take a break.." Hoseok tells them, feeling sympathy for the young vocalist. Everyone scatters to get water, use the restroom or just take a seat leaning against the mirror.

Taehyung sits where he stands, laying flat on the floor. "I'm so tired.." he whines softly, trying to stretch out to see if it'll help his muscles stop aching.

Yoongi and Hoseok go over to him the younger rapper running a hand through Taehyung's sweaty hair. "You're doing the best you can and that's all I ask. Don't look so sad."

"I know what to do. I do. I'm just really tired..I know I can do it..I just can't right now.." Taehyung says with a frustrated sigh, leaning into Hoseok's touch, feeling comfort in the warmth of his hand.

"You'll be okay baby..you'll feel better after a good meal and a nap." Hoseok gently scratches his head.

"Here Tae. Drink some water." Yoongi offers him a water bottle. "You need stay hydrated."

Taehyung sits up, leaning against Hoseok. "I didn't think I drank that much.. I think I'm done drinking for a while." He sips the water, but it feels heavy in his stomach. "I don't think I've ever been this hungover.."

"You've always been a lightweight." Yoongi states bluntly. "You don't need to drink much V."

"I drank less than the others, though.." Taehyung pouts.

"Why don't you just watch for a bit? It looks like you got the moves down. You just need to get on beat." Hoseok suggests, feeling awful for forcing Taehyung to push himself.

"No, no, I'll get it right. I know it. I just can't get my body to keep up with my thoughts. I can picture it in my head." Taehyung explains, feeling irritated with himself for holding the others back.

"It's okay. We still have a few weeks before we perform it live. You'll get it right then. I know it." Hoseok ruffles his hair. "Just watch and listen for now, okay? You can sleep it off when we get home."

Taehyung nods, watching Hoseok gather the others to start practice again. He tried his best to listen to the choreographer's advice and the ideas of the other members on how to improve it, but he couldn't keep focused. It's so bright in here..it hurts..

Taehyung only planned to keep his eyes closed until the throbbing headache became more manageable, but it wasn't long until he fell asleep.

"Should we wake him?" Jimin asks when he notices Taehyung slowly falls over to one side. "He must be really tired to fall asleep even with us having all the back up dancers.."

"I'll ask staff to take him home. He's learned his lesson on pushing his limits." Namjoon bends down to touch the floor."He'll get sick if he sleeps on the floor like that. It's cold.."

Jimin nods, going over to Taehyung, rubbing his hand across his chest to wake him. "Tete, wake up.."

"Mm.. Minnie I don't feel good.. I just want to sleep.." Taehyung whines, sitting up and leaning into Jimin. "I can't.."

"I know, baby. Hyung says you can go home. You can sleep there.." Jimin rubs his hand across Taehyung's back. "Come on. Up you go." He pulls him onto his feet.

"I'll get you home Taehyung-sii." A staff member approaches.

"Thank you.." Taehyung bows, only able to bow his head before he felt dizzy, falling forward.

"We'll probably not get home until tonight. Try to eat something before bed, okay?" Jimin gives Taehyung a hug. "Feel better, Tae."

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Yoongi stretches, limbs stiff from sitting in the same position too long. He's been working since he came home from practice, obsessing over a new song he's been trying to perfect for months. He checks his phone, eyes widening when he sees 2:58 AM on the screen.

"It's already almost three?"He tries to get a drink from his water bottle but finds it empty, discarding it into his trash bin already overflowing with papers he's tossed aside.

He gets up to go to the kitchen, slipping on wetness of a mysterious liquid covering the floor. When he looks around, he jumps when he sees a figure sitting in front of him leaning against the fridge. "Aiish.. You scared me." Yoongi sighs when his eyes adjust to the darkness, hand on his racing heart. From the silhouette,it had to be either Jungkook or Taehyung. "What are you doing?Did you fall? Are you hurt?" He reaches for the shadowy figure, hissing when he feels the heat coming off their cheek. When he doesn't feel Jungkook's cheek scar, he knows who is in the kitchen with him. "Sh*t..You're burning up, Taehyungie.."

Taehyung jumps when he feels Yoongi touch him but relaxes when he recognizes the voice. He stays quiet for a few more moments mind foggy with fever. "Hyung...I'm sorry..the..the water.. I dropped it.." Yoongi hardly recognizes it as Taehyung's voice, it coming out raspy and slow.

"So that's what it was.. don't worry about that. I'll clean it up. First, let's get you to bed." Yoongi slowly pulls Taehyung to his feet, feeling the younger trembling. "Did you get hurt when you fell?"

"Jus..just.." Taehyung stops talking,swaying as another wave of vertigo hits him."Yoongi..Hyung..dizzy.." It's been that way for the past twenty minutes, unable to make it to his feet without another wave washing over him. "Dizzy.." he whimpers in a panic.

"It's okay..it's okay.. I got you.." Yoongi holds Taehyung by his waist, gently stroking his back. "We can stay like this for a bit longer, okay?"

Taehyung nods, leaning against Yoongi, reaching for his hand. Even with his eyes closed standing completely still he felt like he was spinning. "I don't feel well.." he whispers, clutching Yoongi tighter.

"I know, Taehyungie, I know.. it looks like you weren't just hungover. I'll take care of you. I'm sorry i didn't notice sooner.." Yoongi strokes his hair, waiting for the vocalist to stop leaning against him so heavily.

"Are you feeling a little better? You think you can walk for me Taehyungie?" Yoongi speaks gently.

Taehyung stays quiet for a few more seconds, slowly opening his eyes to test if the wooziness really died down. "Y..yeah..slowly.."

Yoongi turns on his phone flashlight to get them safely around the spilled water, walking close to the wall. "That's it, Taehyungie, almost there.. let's get you to bed."

"What's going on..?" Namjoon asks sleepily when he hears Yoongi and Taehyung enter the room.

"Taehyungie is actually sick. He's running a fever.." Yoongi places Taehyung on the bed, placing his phone on the side table.

"What? How bad is it?" Namjoon rushed out of bed, going to Taehyung to touch him, feeling the heat from his cheek. "Sh*t..do we have medicine?"

"We have Tylenol.." Yoongi goes to get up, but Taehyung doesn't let go of his hand. "Could you go get it along with the thermometer?"

"Of course hyung." Namjoon quickly leaves the room.

"Hyungie.. I'm cold..will you cuddle me...?" Taehyung squeezes Yoongi's hand. "Just a little bit?"

Yoongi lays next to him, unable to turn him down when he looks so helpless. Taehyung's usually bright, playful eyes were dulled, already drooping closed from exhaustion. His skin looked pale except for his cheeks that were flushed with fever, and his brown hair looked black from the sweat that pasted his bangs to his forehead. Yoongi's heart ached in sympathy for the vocalist, gently pushing his bangs behind his ear. "You really aren't doing well, Tete.."

"Hyungie, I..I still wanted water..I dropped it.." Taehyung suddenly remembers why he left the room in the first place when a dry cough rattled his chest.

"I know, baby. It's okay. I'll get Namjoon-ah to get you some." Yoongi answers softly, tensing up when he feels himself sweating from just holding his ailing dongsaeng. I need to cool him down..

"Hyung.." Taehyung whimpers when another wave of dizziness washes over him, leaving him feeling nauseous. He takes a handful of Yoongi's shirt into his fist, clenching it tightly.

"What's wrong, Taehyungie?" Yoongi's heart races with anxiety when the only response he gets his a low groan,unsure on what to do to try to help.

"Yoongi what happened?" Namjoon rushes into the room when he sees Taehyung clinging to Yoongi trembling from the cold chills.

"I don't know.. we need to cool him down.." Yoongi takes the water bottle from Namjoon, placing the bottle on the nape of Taehyung’s neck.

"Please..that's cold.." Taehyung jumps when he feels the cold touch his skin, shivering violently against Yoongi.

"Just endure it for me, okay? Just for a little bit.." Yoongi speaks in a soothing tone. "Just for a few minutes, okay?"

Namjoon gently places the thermometer in Taehyung's ear, eyes widening. "It's almost at 40.. fu*k I should've checked in on him when I came into the room. We could've helped him before it got this bad.."

"We don't have time to worry about the past Joon-ah. We need to focus on taking care of him now." Yoongi takes a few breaths to calm his nerves. I'm the oldest.. I need to stay calm..

Yoongi relaxes a little when Taehyung loosens the grip on his shirt. "Are you feeling a little better Tae? Do you think you can swallow some medicine for me?"

"Not..as..dizzy.. but it hurts.. to move.." Taehyung speaks slowly, trying to gather his thoughts.

"It'll only be a minute. Please, Tae?" Yoongi pleads softly.

Despite trying to hide it, Taehyung could still hear the fear in the deagu rapper's voice. "Okay.. okay.." He slowly sits up with Yoongi's help, moaning softly. His muscles screamed in protest, his body trembling with effort.

Namjoon quickly shakes out two pills, gently parting Taehyung's lips to get them in his mouth. He didn't trust Taehyungs shaky hands not to drop them. "Here Taehyungie, drink some water." He quickly offers the water after pushing them into his cheek.

Taehyung takes a mouthful of water, swallowing down the medicine.

"Good, good.." Namjoon controls how much water Taehyung takes, making him take smaller sips after swallowing the medicine. "Nice and slow. You don't want to make yourself sick.."

Taehyung takes another few drinks before laying down yawning into Yoongi's chest. "I'm so..Sleepy.."

"It's okay to sleep now.. that's all I wanted.." Yoongi draws small circles with his fingers across Taehyung's back. It doesn't take long for the younger to fall asleep again. "He's still shivering. Do you think we should get him to a doctor?"

"Let's wait to see if the medicine helps first. I don't want a repeat of last time if I can help it.." Namjoon's heart races faster at the memory. A sasaeng had seen him entering the hospital a few months ago and pretended to be sick so they could see him. Namjoon woke up to her in his hospital room filming him while he slept the blanket pushed off him and his hospital gown pulled up...

He could still hear her screaming while security took her away. Namjoon jumps when he feels Yoongi touch him, reaching for his hand to pull him out of the memory.

"Hey..it's okay. We'll wait it out a bit, and if it doesn't help, we'll call staff to come with us.. nothing like that will happen to Taehyungie, okay?"Yoongi promises, rubbing his thumb across Namjoon’s knuckles. "Why don't you go get a bowl of water and a cloth. We should try to swipe off the sweat, and it'll help cool him down."

"Alright.." Namjoon leaves the room, letting out a short scream when he sees Jin in the hallway. "Aiish, you scared me, hyung. What are you doing up?"

"I woke up to use the bathroom. Have you seen Yoongi? He wasn't in the room when I got up." Jin says with concern about the wrong member.

"Yoongi is fine. He's with Taehyungie.. it turns out he wasn't just complaining over a hangover.. he's running a high fever.." Namjoon tells the older member. "I'm going to get water so we can give him a sponge bath."

"What? Taehyung is sick?" Jin's shoulder brushes against Namjoon's as he rushes past him, going straight to Taehyung.

"Seokjinnie-hyung?" Yoongi questions in surprise when he sees him entering, but he doesn't reply too focused on the young vocalist, placing his hand at the nape of his neck.

"Mn..." Taehyung let's out a quiet hum, moving away from Jin's 'cold' touch.

"Aiigo, my poor baby.. have you given him anything?" Jin whispers, running his hand through Taehyung's hair. "How high is it?"

"We got him to take some Tylenol a few minutes ago, but if it doesn't work, we need to get him to the hospital.." Yoongi explains in a distressed whisper. "Hyung, could you go with Namjoon? He's still a bit shaken by what happened when he went to the hospital.."

That's why he was easily spooked..

"I'll take care of Joon." Jin leaves to the kitchen where Namjoon was filling a large bowl with water.

"Hey, it's okay. You and Yoongi have things under control, you're doing everything right. Taehyungie will be fine." Jin gently massages Namjoon's shoulders, feeling the tension within them. "Take a deep breath for hyung.."

Namjoon turns off the water, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. "I'm sorry..I'm sorry. I know this isn't helping.."

"It's okay to be scared Joon-ah. Don't apologize." Jin hugs Namjoon from behind. "You don't need to be sorry for your feelings.."

Namjoon puts his hands on Jin's, feeling his anxiety melting away underneath the olders touch."Thanks, Hyung.. I'm okay now.."

"Good, now let's go back to the room, okay? I'll take this." Jin lets Namjoon go, taking the bowl from the sink and carrying it to the room. Namjoon quickly grabs a wash cloth from the bathroom, following after.

"You okay now, Namjoon?" Yoongi asks softly when he enters.

"Yeah. I'm okay now. Sor.." Namjoon trails off when he recalls Jin's words. "Don't worry. I'm fine."

Jin takes the cloth from Namjoon, dipping it in the water and wringing out the excess water and wiping it down Taehyung's arm.

Taehyung shivers, clinging closer to Yoongi. "It's cold.." He mumbles softly only Yoongi picking up on it.

"It's okay..i got you.." Yoongi strokes his hand through Taehyung's hair. "We're just trying to help. It's okay." He continues to say sweet nothings while Jin continues to gently wash the sweat from his body, letting out a sigh with he notices the shivering stop.

"It's working.." Yoongi whispers with a soft smile. "I don't think we'll need a hospital, Joon. We can handle this together."

#bts #bts boys #bts sickfic #sick!fic #sick!v #sick!taehyung #bts taehyung #bts namjoon #bts jhope #bts sickie #bts suga #bts jimin #bts fanfic #bts fever #daegu boys #bts fluff #sick boy #caretaker!yoongi #caretaker!jin #caretaker!namjoon

[whats-k-popping]

Okay idk if i'll describe this plot right lol but maybe one of the boys has the worst stomach ache ever but nothing caused it? Like you know how sometimes you wake up and your stomach is just like "yeah, i'm gonna ruin your day"? With lots of tummy rubs too

When I read this prompt, I immediately pictured Hobi! So I ran with that. And it's filled to the brim with tummy rubs for you! Thanks so much for requesting! I hope you enjoy, anon.

Pairing: OT7 - platonic

Words: 2862 (told ya I'm bad at sticking to drabbles. But I couldn't resist!)

Warning: Graphic Descriptions of Stomach Ache || Induced Vom!ting (not ED related) (unsuccessful)

Hoseok wakes up and shifts in his bed. His stomach isn’t having it, sending a sharp cramp through his middle. Hoseok and his stomach have long been at odds. He wants to go to amusement parks, his stomach says so no. He wants to get drunk with the rest of the members, his stomach says no. He wants to eat foreign foods, his stomach says no. He wants to help the other members when they feel sick, his stomach says absolutely not! It's a constant battle between him and his stomach. 

Usually, there's a catalyst. He's pretty good about recognizing what might trigger his stomach to rebel against him. But he swears he hasn't done anything that usually sets him off. No long car rides, no sea escapades, no flights, no alcohol, no diet violations, no exposure to anything nauseating. He really has no idea. He assumes his stomach has just decided to hate him today. 

He rushes to the bathroom and kneels in front of the toilet. Maybe if he can make himself vomit, he'll feel better. Maybe there's just something that didn't agree with him. Just something that, once it's out, he'll feel better. He sits in front of the toilet staring down at the undisturbed water. He's forcing himself to gag and pressing hard against his stomach. He tries for 15 long minutes, but nothing comes up. It doesn't feel like anything is going to come up, either. He sighs, the aching in his stomach 10 times worse after forcibly pressing on it. It's a loss, he resigns himself to just ride out the belly ache. 

The rest of the members are already downstairs around the table enjoying breakfast. Seokjin has prepared quite a spread for them. There's an open spot where Hoseok should sit, but the dancer walks right past it on his way to the kitchen. 

Seokjin stands from his seat dramatically, "Is my cooking not good enough for you?" He asks offendedly as he watches Hoseok toast two slices of bread. 

Hoseok eyes the food on the table. It looks delicious, he's salivating just staring at it. He wishes he could eat all of it; his hyung's cooking is always spectacular. But his stomach disagrees. When he thinks about trying it, his stomach churns to punish him for the thought. "You're cooking is the best, hyung. But my tummy hurts. I don't want to risk making it angrier." He explains while he waits for his toast. He thinks about adding some butter to it, but his stomach doesn't seem to like that idea. He winces in pain when it cramps up. 

There's a chorus of sympathy around the table. It's public knowledge that Hoseok has a sensitive stomach. And the dancer is not shy about it either. He's always open and honest about how he's feeling, especially when it relates to his stomach. 

They berate him with questions about what he ate last, if he had anything to drink, if he's on any medication. They want to know what made their sunshine feel sick. But Hoseok just shrugs his shoulders in response. He didn't do anything to cause it. 

"You didn't catch a bug, did you?" Yoongi asks when Hoseok can't provide an explanation. 

Seokjin wanders over to Hoseok. He places his palm against the dancer's forehead, "No fever. Anything else bothering you?" The oldest asks. 

Hoseok shakes his head, "Just a tummy ache." He admits, finally getting his toast and taking a seat at the table. He pushes all the food dishes away from his place. The smell is making his stomach flip. 

"Do you think you'll be okay for schedules?" Namjoon asks, already pulling out his phone to call a manager. 

"We only have a photoshoot today." Jimin chimes in. 

Jungkook scoots his chair closer to the dance leader. His hand finds Hoseok's bloated stomach, rubbing softly. "Poor hyung. Can you make it through the photoshoot?" 

Hoseok nibbles on the toast. He's really not that hungry. But he hopes that maybe putting something in his stomach will ease the cramping. Or make him nauseous enough to throw up. At this point, he'll be fine with either if it will make him feel better. 

Jungkook's belly rubs are helping, though. The steady presence of the maknae's hand on his angry tummy makes it more bearable. He's so focused on the ticklish touch, he hardly feels the surges of cramps. Maybe, as long as he keeps himself distracted, he can get through the day. "Yeah, I can make it through the photoshoot." He says more to convince himself than the other members. 

Namjoon keeps the phone clenched in his fist, "If you say so. But if anything changes, just let one of us know. We can always reschedule the shoot." Namjoon says it so nonchalantly, but he knows how much effort goes into reworking a shoot. He hopes they can make it through, for the staff's sake. 

"It's just pictures, Joonie. I'll be fine." Hoseok takes a few more bites before he feels full (and not in a good way). He sits and enjoys a few more belly rubs from Jungkook before he gets dressed to leave. 

The small bit of toast doesn't sit well. His stomach is digesting it, but it's not happy about it. As revenge, Hoseok's stomach fills with an uncomfortable amount of air. And to top it off, the drive to the set location is surprisingly bumpy. He should have suspected something when the drivers showed up in off-road vehicles. He's stifling hiccups into his fist every few seconds. 

Taehyung's seated beside him. He can feel the way Hoseok's body jumps with each hiccup. He can tell the dancer's getting frustrated by it. The young vocalist doesn't say a word about it. He casually slides a hand under Hoseok's shirt and rubs the soft skin of his hyung's belly. He massages the area until his hyung's hiccups slow, and eventually stop. 

Once Taehyung's sure they're gone, he smiles at Hoseok, "There, all better now, hyung." He says just loud enough for the dancer to hear. He keeps rubbing his hyung's belly, just in case. 

Hoseok shoots Taehyung a grateful smile. The road is still bumpy, and his stomach still aches. But as long as Taehyung keeps rubbing his tummy, he knows he'll be okay. 

They're in a clearing of a forest. The managers explain the concept of the shoot to the members. Hoseok's already got a bad feeling about this shoot. There's nowhere for him to rest comfortably between shots. There's seven trailers set up along the edge of what has been roped off as the set. He eyes the one with his name on it and goes to view the costumes his stylists have picked out for him. 

He's less than pleased. Of course, the outfits are stunning. Very flattering to all of Hoseok's features. But they are tight fit, all complimenting his figure at the waist. It's usually a good look for him. But today, he just can't. He clasps the pants on his hips and whimpers when his stomach objects. The button is digging deep into his bloated belly. 

But he told Namjoon he'd do the shoot. So despite how uncomfortable it makes him feel, he finishes dressing and goes to get his make-up done. Jimin's already at the make-up station, looking as ethereal as ever. Hoseok sits beside him and he waits for the artists to get his supplies ready. 

Jimin looks at Hoseok, the make-up artist working around his sudden movements. "Hobi-hyung, how are you feeling?" He doesn't miss the pout on his hyung's face. He hopes none of those negative expressions work their way into the photo shoot. ARMY doesn't want to see Hoseok in pain. 

"My outfit's uncomfortable, Minnie. It's hurting my belly." Hoseok admits, pressing his own hand on his stomach. A soft burp surprises him and he whimpers. He just wants a break from the aching, just until he gets through the shoot. 

Jimin pulls Hoseok closer to him, chuckling as he tightens his grip on his hyung's arm. "Oh, hyung. Did you ask the stylists for another costume? Maybe there's something looser you can wear." He offers as a suggestion. 

"They worked so hard on the concept," Hoseok's always been appreciative of how much the staff do for them. So much time and effort goes into their concept shoots. He hates to make extra work for them. 

"My hyung cares so much for others." Jimin leans against Hoseok's shoulder, careful not to smudge his fresh make-up. A free hand rubs large circles over Hoseok's clothes. 

Jimin has always felt like magic. Part of him thinks that Jimin's touch can cure any illness. But his stomach rumbles under Jimin's hand. He's not cured. His clothes don't fit any better. But it does bring him some comfort. Jimin continues rubbing his stomach while he gets his make-up done. 

His subunit shots are with Namjoon. The director instructs the leader to sit in front of one of the trees. Hoseok was instructed to lay down across Namjoon's lap. It's supposed to be whimsical. 

He feels anything but as the meager contents of his stomach shift uncomfortably when he lays down. He wishes they could do their shots standing up. They were going to take vertical shots, too, right? Why couldn't they start with those? 

Namjoon hears Hoseok's stomach bubbling as he shifts to find comfort on the leader's legs. "Is your stomach okay?" He asks, "Do you want me to ask the director if we can switch positions?"

Hoseok stifles a burp into his first, "No, I'll be fine. Let's just get this over with." It's not his usual mentality during photo shoots. He's always pro-retake. He wants to review and convince himself that he can do better. But today, it's taking enough convincing just to get to the set. 

"Okay, hyung." Namjoon agrees. Hoseok's finally stopped shifting, but his stomach hasn't stopped making noises. Namjoon puts a hand on Hoseok's stomach. The director loves it and instructs him not to move it. Not like he would have anyway. He keeps his ministrations minimal so the camera wouldn't detect any movement. It’s comforting, it helps Hoseok feel at ease. It’s not easy, but he makes it through the subunit shots. 

After Namjoon and Hoseok finish, Jimin and Taehyung enter the set. Their shoots always take long, the two of them goof around too much. After them, Seokjin, Yoongi, and Jungkook take their turn. Another troublesome pair. Thankfully they have Yoongi to reign them in. After successfully making it through the subunit shoot, they break for lunch. 

Hoseok, who had been hiding out in his trailer, joins the members on a picnic blanket that's set up for them. It's all home made food. It doesn't even feel like they're on a set any more. It's just like a small picnic just for them. The dance leader makes no attempts to go for any food and rests his head on Yoongi's lap. 

Yoongi doesn't mind, "Tummy still bothering you?" Hoseok nods, "you don't want to try eating anything?" Hoseok shakes his head. 

The older rapper smiles. He shifts slightly so his lap would be a more comfortable place for him to rest. Hoseok takes advantage of the new space and makes himself more comfortable. Yoongi finishes his food quickly so his hands are empty. He uses both hands to rub Hoseok's stomach, moving them in synchronization. "There's still time before we resume shooting. Just rest, Hob-ah." Yoongi's low voice is as much instruction as Hoseok needs. He finds sleep easily with Yoongi's two hands massaging his cramped middle. 

It's individual shoots after lunch. The rest of the members agree to let Yoongi and Hoseok go last. They want Hoseok to get as much rest as possible. After solo shoots come the group photos then they can finally wrap and go back to the dorms. 

When Hoseok is awoken for his turn, his stomach harshly reminds him of his misery. But he puts on a brave face for the camera. He opts for a more serious expression despite the lightness of the concept. If he's asked, he'll say it would make a nice contrast. But he throws in a few forced smiles just for some variety. 

The group shots go quickly thankfully. The members keep their shenanigans to a minimum so they can get through without too many retakes. And the members are cautious of Hoseok's stomach in various poses. They even try to position him so he won't be too uncomfortable, frequently asking if he's okay or if he needs a break. Hoseok just needs to be done. 

When they're ready to head back to the dorms, Taehyung recalls their ride earlier and shares that maybe Hoseok was feeling carsick on top of his stomach ache. The members all agree that Hoseok should ride up front. The dance leader doesn't fight it. He's seated in the passenger seat clutching his aching stomach. It hasn't relented at all and he's fed up. He's never had a stomach ache that has lasted this long before. 

The members can all hear Hoseok whimpering from the front and they regret leaving him up there all alone. Surely their driver notices, but he's not at liberty to do anything about it. They feel bad that Hoseok has no one to cuddle with on the lengthy ride back. 

Seokjin's seated in the second row, behind Hoseok. He leans forward and snakes a hand through the small crevice between the seat and the interior lining. His large hand finds Hoseok's stomach and starts to rub, focusing on where Hoseok's own hand is placed. "When we get home, we'll really take care of that awful tummy of yours." Seokjin promises. He's not sure what they can do, but they'll try anything if it will make Hoseok feel better. 

Hoseok just nods, relishing in his oldest hyung's gentle touch. For such a large, strong hand, Hoseok notices Seokjin's touch is so light and careful. It makes being alone in the front seat bearable. 

When they're back at the dorm, every member jumps to action without needing to be instructed. Hoseok assumes now that there's a secret group chat about him and his tummy ache with the way the members know exactly what to do. It suddenly makes sense why they were all so interested in their phones on the drive back. 

Jungkook carries Hoseok inside. Jimin and Taehyung are collecting pillows and blankets. Yoongi and Seokjin are in the kitchen preparing food. And Namjoon's on the hunt for medicine and heating pads. 

Hoseok's still in Jungkook’s arms when Jimin and Taehyung return. They start setting out blankets across the living room floor, positioning pillows randomly across the pile. When the 95line steps away, Jungkook rests Hoseok in the middle of the blanket pile, tucking pillows around him. The maknae is the first to curl up with his hyung. The two middle vocalists follow soon behind. 

Namjoon's next. He's found something that supposedly helps with cramps and a hot water bottle like he'd been tasked. Hoseok agrees to take the medicine and Namjoon slips the hot water bottle under the older rapper's shirt. He finds himself some available real estate on the blanket pile and snuggles up. 

Yoongi joins soon after with a steaming cup of tea. "It's supposed to be good for stomach pain and digestion," the oldest rapper explains as he passes the cup to Hoseok and joins the other members on the blankets. He takes a careful sip and hums in delight. The combination of the hot water bottle and the hot tea are starting to relieve some of the tightest cramps. The ache remains, but it doesn't feel as devastating as before. 

Seokjin's the last to join. But he comes with food, a light and digestible meal with a side bowl of ice chips just in case the food sits too heavy. There's no pressure on Hoseok to eat it, but it's there if he starts to feel hungry. So no one will have to move from their cuddle pile for anything. Seokjin rests himself in the only remaining spot. 

Hoseok's touched by the efforts the members put into taking care of him. They could be doing anything else with the rest of their afternoon, but they're choosing to help him get to the other side of a menacing stomach ache. They don't have to, they just want to. Because that's the kind of people they are. He's tearing up at the gesture, "You all do too much for me. I love you all so much." 

Jimin kisses Hoseok's forehead, "We love you too, hyung. We want you to feel better." 

In a motion that couldn't be more choreographed, six hands rest on different areas of Hoseok's stomach. He doesn't even need to look to know which hands belong to who; he can tell from hand size and pressure alone. He feels the stomach ache finally start to recede as the others rub various patterns around his stomach. He's tired, and he's sure he'll sleep well under the careful touches of his members.

A/N: 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!

#bts #bts sickfic #bts stomach ache #sick!hoseok #caretaker!namjoon #caretaker!jin #caretaker!jimin #caretaker!taehyung #caretaker!jungkook #caretaker!yoongi #bts belly rubs #tw stomach ache #bts canonverse #ot7 sickfic #aki sickfic #aki writes #aki requests #bts fluff #bts soft sickfic

[corusgames]

𐬺.*༄ Ghost of Tsushima Director’s Cut

A Yuriko Tale (2 of 2): The Art of Seeing

“Kazumasa, are you listening?”

“I’m listening.”

“Do you remember?”

“Yes. I remember.”

“Jin is lucky you take such good care of him.”

#i’m in shambles #[​𐬺.*༄] — corus can play: ghost of tsushima director’s cut #[​𐬺.*༄] — my gotsushima #[​📸] — corus captures #jin sakai #yuriko #a yuriko tale #ghost of tsushima director’s cut #ghost of tsushima act ii #got #gots #imagine THIS being how you find out your dad boinked your childhood caretaker #after your mother died #and having to be like normal about it because she’s been your secondary and only maternal figure for most of your life #and you love her #and she’s dying #this game is so beautiful and also it’s killing me

[bultaoreunheyyy]

Hopelessly Bad at Self-Care (Seokjin, Sicktember)

Sicktember Prompt: #1 Hopelessly Bad at Self-Care 

Word Count: 756

Sickie: Seokjin (cold/flu)

Caregivers: Namjoon and Yoongi

A/N: I think this is my first time writing Jin as the sickie?? I really really love this one so I'd like to expand/continue one day.

It’s well past midnight when Seokjin finally pauses his video game so he can take a long-overdue bathroom break. As he washes his hands, he contemplates two somewhat worrying things; the first is that it’s the first time he’s had to pee in many, many hours– which means he might be a little dehydrated– and the second is that his throat is sore. 

As much as he’d love to blame the sore throat on his lack of hydration, Seokjin has to acknowledge that the achy feeling in his throat is something that’s been creeping up on him for the better part of the past two days. Between the late nights staying up to play video games and his general lack of self-care lately, he’s been feeling not his best. 

Now that he’s focusing on it, his throat feels like it’s on fire every time he swallows. He rummages around in the medicine cabinet until he finds a bottle of cold medicine, but he can’t find one of the little measuring cups that is supposed to go with it. After less than a second of contemplation, he uncaps the bottle, takes a swig, and then nearly coughs everything out of his mouth when more than he had intended rushes out of the bottle and pours down his throat. 

“Shit,” he curses quietly, swallowing thickly around what might accidentally be three doses of medication instead of one. Even though the rest of the house is asleep, he quickly caps the medicine in a panic and shoves it back into the medicine cabinet, lest someone come find him with the evidence of his poor judgment at this exact moment. 

After he returns to the living room, he abandons his paused video game so he can search on Naver for what might happen to him if he accidentally overdoses on cold medicine. He’s just scrolling past the more alarming results when the medicine hits his stomach– his very empty stomach– and makes it churn uncomfortably, unhappy with its contents. 

Seokjin clutches at his stomach for a moment, then rubs back and forth very gingerly, hoping his stomach will settle quickly. He sniffles miserably, irritated to find that his nose is suddenly running, and rubs some more, until the uneasy feeling in his tummy backs off a little.

There’s a voice in the back of his head telling him he’s not being very smart– two voices, actually, and they sound suspiciously like his housemates.

You should stay hydrated if your throat is hurting. That one sounds like Namjoon.  

Don’t take medicine on an empty stomach! That’s definitely Yoongi.

Rest is the most important thing when you’re not feeling well. That voice sounds like both Yoongi and Namjoon, and honestly, it’s not fair that now the voices in his head are teaming up against him now. 

Seokjin doesn’t have time for weakness, and definitely not for illness. Just because he has a little sore throat, plus maybe a runny nose, and now…well, maybe add an upset stomach and a headache to the list…just because he’s experiencing a few symptoms doesn’t mean he’s full-blown sick or anything. 

Suddenly overcome with a wave of exhaustion, Seokjin sniffles again and curls sideways on the couch, drawing his knees up to his chest and groaning when the motion seems to make every part of him ache. He squeezes his eyes shut and lets the exhaustion take over.

He wakes an unknown amount of time later to stuffed up sinuses and a cold hand on his forehead. There’s another hand on his back, warm and comforting, and then a soft voice in his ear.   

“Hyung?” 

Seokjin’s tongue feels too big for his mouth. He can’t really make any words come out, so he just kind of grunts in reply.

“I know,” Yoongi says sympathetically, rubbing his back gently. “You must be feeling like shit.”

“You’re burning up,” Namjoon adds. He slides his hand from Seokjin’s forehead down to his cheek.

“Let’s get you into bed,” Yoongi says, and the two of them hook their arms under his armpit and pull him up off the couch. It’s miserable, the journey from the couch to his bed. His head swims and his stomach lurches and his throat might actually be on fire. He’s not sure exactly how Namjoon and Yoongi manage to get him all the way down the hall and into bed, but as soon as his head hits the pillow, he’s pulled back into a restless, fevered sleep, tucked between the warmth of Namjoon and Yoongi’s bodies.

#sick seokjin fic #bts sickfic #sick bts #sickfic #caretaker yoongi #caretaker namjoon #sicktember 2023 #sick jin #sick seokjin #drabble

[eggy-tea]

Cryoburn is such a Boys’ Adventure Story that I always forget about the very end until it punches me in the gut all over again.

#jin's pov is practically a middle-grade novel most of the time #a wild romp where the caretaker adults are out of their depth and the clever youths prevail #and then #count vorkosigan sir #oof #vorkosigan saga