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Snowed In -- PART ONE

sooo excited to share this with you guys! this is part one of my collaboration with the incredibly talented @crystalsnow95z ! Please go check out her page too if you like this, her works are amazing!

Anyways, I'm really sorry for the delay, I've been super busy, but I hope you guys enjoy. This one is really long!

TW: Vomit, fever, sickness

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"Woah, too fast! Too fast!" Taehyung squeals, holding onto Jungkook tighter afraid to go flying off the sled.

Jungkook is having the time of his life, giggling. "It's okay Hyungie."

Jimin flies past them. "Looks like I'll win!" He sings the words, teasing the others.

"No you won't!" Jungkook tries leaning forward to try to go faster, his competitive nature shining through.

Namjoon runs a hand through his hair, wishing he’d brought a hat. It’s freezing and he was forced to sit here and watch all his members sled down a hill with no end in sight. He wished he just stayed behind, but he didn't want to make the others suspicious and ruin the trip. How are they not freezing? It's only 10 degrees out. He takes a deep breath as his stomach cramps and watches as Yoongi and Seokjin come up the hill.

“You ok, Joon?” Seokjin asks.

“I’m cold, hyung,” Namjoon says, taking an opportunity to go home as the snow starts coming down harder. “Can we go back?"

“...” Seokjin looks at Yoongi.

“You look sick,” Yoongi says. “Did you eat anything today?”

Namjoon pauses. The answer is no. But he doesn’t want to stress anyone out if they find out he’s not feeling well.

“Of course, hyung. On the plane, when you guys were asleep.” Yoongi looks suspicious.

“What’d you eat?”

“A bagel. Can we please go back? It’s freezing.” Namjoon watches the other members come up the hill holding their sleds.

Yoongi looks at the sky. “It is snowing pretty hard. Maybe we should head back to the cabin?”

Seokjin shrugs. “That’s fine with me. The wind seems to be picking up, too.” Namjoon sighs in relief. He was starting to feel really nauseous, and the cold wasn’t helping. “I’ll go tell the others.”

—-

The cabin isn’t as peaceful as Namjoon had hoped. In his and Jimin’s shared bedroom, there’s peace, but he can still hear the chatter in the living room and kitchen. It smells like hot chocolate, which would usually be a great thing, but it’s making him want to throw up now.

His stomach clenched when he heard the door open, Jimin bringing a cup of cocoa into the room. "Hyung, I brought you some cocoa. I wish you would've told me sooner how cold you were.."

"I didn't want to ruin your fun." Namjoon forces himself not to react when Jimin shoves the cup into his hands.

"It'll help you warm up." Jimin smiles warmly.

"Thanks Jiminie…" Cocoa was the last thing he wanted. Namjoon takes a sip, instantly regretting it, his stomach nearly pushed to it's limit, the cramps getting worse. "I was going to take a nap.. I'm still feeling jet lagged from the trip." It took all the strength he had to keep his voice steady.

"Oh, alright then.. I'll let you sleep then. Rest well hyungie." Jimin eyes Namjoon, wondering if he was really okay. He didn't want to bother him though. Not if he wasn't feeling well. As soon as Jimin leaves the room and he hears his footsteps get farther away, he rushes to the bathroom connected to the room, dropping to his knees in front of the toilet, gripping it tightly. He couldn’t bother to shut the door in his rush. He breathes for a moment before he starts vomiting. He can hear some faint yelling over his gagging, but can’t decipher what anyone is saying until a voice gets closer and he hears footsteps coming towards him. He smells Taehyung’s cologne, and it makes him more nauseous. He subconsciously pushes the younger away, but he’s too weak to move him anywhere. Taehyung’s hands go to his back and hair, holding his bangs back and patting him comfortingly. He hears another pair of footsteps come in the room. Seokjin, who joins Taehyung on the floor next to their leader. Namjoon finishes and flushes the toilet, exhausted.

“What happened, hyung?” Taehyung asks. “How long have you been feeling sick?”

“A few hours…” Namjoon wipes the sweat off his forehead and accepts the cup of water Seokjin hands him, taking a sip. It makes his stomach cramp instantly as soon as he swallows.

“You should get some rest.” Seokjin holds out his hand to help Namjoon up, but Namjoon's stomach has other plans, already gagging out the water he just swallowed.

"Are you gonna be sick again?" Seojin asked with a worried expression. Namjoon shakes his head. I don't have the energy..

Seokin trusts his word, helping the youngest rapper to bed with Taehyung's help.

"I wish you told us before we went out.." Taehyung frowns as he watches Seojin strips off Namjoon's sweat soaked shirt.

"I didn't want to ruin everyone's day.." Namjoon says softly, shivering despite his rising fever. "It's cold hyung…"

"I know, I'll get you changed okay?" Seojin quickly goes into Namjoon's suitcase looking for something breathable to put him in.

Taehyung cuddles against Namjoon in the meantime to try to ease the chills, smoothing down his sweat soaked hair. "Hyungie you should know you're more important than some silly snow day."

Taehyung please.. I don't want to cuddle you right now.. Namjoon covers his face, stomach churning at the scent of Taehyung’s shirt.

Taehyung takes the hint, moving away from him, trying to hide his hurt expression. "I'm sorry Hyung.."

"Namjoon-ah just doesn't feel well right now, don't take it personally Tae.." Seojin gently redresses Namjoon, covering him up with just the top sheet.

"Is Namjoonie hyung okay?" The soft voice of Jimin is heard in the doorway, Jungkook peering over him.

"He'll be fine, don't come in, and take Taehyungie with you."

"I just wanted to help Hyung.." Taehyung says looking down at his hands. But Namjoon doesn't even want me near him..

"You can help. Why don't you see if you can find any medicine?" Seokjin gives him a task to try to ease Namjoon's rejection.

"Alright."

The three youngest leave together, the room getting quiet again. "Try to get some sleep for now.." Seokjin traces small circles across Namjoon’s stomach.

"I don't know if I can..it hurts.." Namjoon groans softly as his stomach gurgles again.

"Just try for me okay?" Seokjin runs his fingers to Namjoon's hair. "What if I sing for you?"

"What..? I'm not a child.." Namjoon considered it for a split second before feeling embarrassed.

"I know.. but it might help you sleep."

Namjoon wondered if Seokjin was lying to make him more open to the idea or if it was true, but before he could ask Seokjin started singing softly to him, gently drawing shapes on his bloated middle the youngest rapper falling into a restless sleep.

"Hyungie I can't find any tummy medicine but I found pain pills for headache.." Jungkook entered the room, freezing in place when he sees Namjoon's eyes flutter open.

"Shh Jungkook.." Seokjin narrows his eyes, stroking Namjoon's back softly to try to get him back to sleep, but it was too late.

"Sh*t.. I'm sorry Hyungie.." Jungkook bows, guilt gnawing at his belly.

Namjoon groans in pain and Jungkook winces. “Hyung,” he mumbles, looking at Seokjin. “Hurts…” His stomach is killing him. He can’t remember having something like this before. The pain is horrible. Seokjin puts his hand over Namjoon’s stomach and rubs it lightly, but Namjoon pulls it away. “Ahh…” he grimaces, frowning when he sees Jungkook. “Jungkook-ah…” he mumbles before another cramp hits him, twisting his stomach and making him moan in pain again.

“I brought some headache medicine. Does your head feel ok?” Jungkook asks cautiously. Namjoon blows out a breath slowly, controlled.

“It hurts,” he says softly. It’s not a terrible headache, but the pain in his stomach might get better with painkillers.

Jungkook approaches the bed and hands Namjoon two red pills, which he puts in his mouth and takes the glass of water from the bedside table and drinks it. He instantly regrets it, feeling nausea rise up his throat. He’s freezing cold again, which doesn’t help.

“You’re shivering, Joonie,” Seokjin says softly, putting his hand on Namjoon’s forehead. “You’re burning up…”

“I’m freezing,” Namjoon says. “I need more blankets.”

“We can’t do that, Namjoon,” Seokjin says.

“We can give him a hot bath so he can sweat the fever out,” Jungkook suggests.

“Does that work?” Seokjin asks.

“My mom used to do it for me,” Jungkook says. Seokjin sighs.

“I don’t know if I want to risk it. It could just make his fever way higher,” he says.

"We have to try something.. we can take him out if it looks like he's doing worse.."

“Joonie, how does a hot bath sound?” Seokjin asks. Namjoon nods.

“Let’s go,” Seokjin helps Namjoon up and to the bathroom, starting to run the water. Namjoon leans against the wall with his arms across his stomach and eyes shut. His stomach hurts so bad, and the nausea from taking the pills is getting worse. He doesn’t know if this bath will upset his stomach more. He’s too freezing cold to decline it though. He’s shirtless and only wearing his pants and boxers, but he’s sweating like crazy. He sits back and tries not to throw up for the time being until he hears Seokjin turn off the faucet.

“Stand up, Joonie, let’s take off your pants.” Namjoon follows, standing shakily and placing a hand on the wall to hold himself from collapsing. Seokjin gently pulls his pants off, leaving his boxers on. Namjoon always prefers to be modest, even in a situation like this, Seokjin knows he’d rather keep his boxers on. Seokjin guides the younger into the bathtub. Namjoon visibly relaxes at the heat of it, but Seokjin can hear his stomach make an uncomfortable gurgling sound. Namjoon places a hand over it and leans back against the edge of the bathtub. He’s absolutely exhausted. The hot water feels nice on his shivering body, but he’s worried it’ll make his temperature rise. Seokjin cups water in his hand and gently pours it over Namjoon’s hair. Namjoon jolts in surprise, his stomach gurgling audibly again, and his eyes fly open. He looks nauseous again. Seokjin strokes his hair. “You’re okay, Joonie, he says.” Namjoon shakes his head, panicked.

“Hyung–I’m gonna be sick.”

“Just breathe, Joonie,” Seokjin says. “In…out…in…out…” Namjoon follows, relaxing a bit. “Good job. Just relax, I’ll wash your hair.” Namjoon shivers visibly. Seokjin puts a hand to the younger’s forehead. “Sh*t…I knew it. Your fever is getting worse.”

Seokjin washes him up as quickly as possible, but he wasn't fast enough.

Namjoon tried to warn him, his stomach forcing out the water he used to wash down the pills, covering his mouth to keep from getting sick in the water, desperately leaving the water to reach the toilet, soaking the floor in the process.

"Sh*t..Namjoon-ah.." Seokjin wraps a towel around his shoulders, gently trying to dry him off as the pills he just swallowed come back up, splashing into the water.

Namjoon continued to dry heave until more sick comes up, making his abdomen throb painfully.

"You need to breathe..Namjoon.. take a deep breath for me."

Namjoon takes a deep breath, then another, relaxing when the dry heaving dies down, just laying on the wet tile floor.

"You need to get properly dried off." Seokjin urges, trying to get Namjoon to sit up, but Namjoon flinched away from the olders touch.

"Just..just a minute..please…?" Namjoon's head was spinning, the nausea still swirling in the pit of his stomach.

I knew it wasn't a good idea..Seokjin sighs, getting another towel to do his best to dry Namjoon without him moving, fluffing his hair against the towel.

"I'm so tired…" Namjoon says between deep breaths, trying to keep his stomach under control.

"I know. Let's get you to bed. Okay? You can't sleep here.." Seokjin once again gently pushes Namjoon to sit up, relieved when Namjoon doesn't fight against him.

"Did it work?" Jungkook asks, his heart tightening when he sees Namjoon. Oh no.. I made it worse…

Namjoon was hardly awake his cheeks flushed with fever shivering violently, Seokjin basically dragging him to the bed.

"Find me clothes for him." Seokjin orders. "Please.."

Jungkook ruffles through Namjoon's suitcase, pulling out a pair of sweats and a plain white t-shirt. "Here Hyung.."

"Is..is there anything else I could…could do to help?" Jungkook felt his throat tightening, his emotions threatening to spill over.

"No. I got it from here." Seokjin dismisses him, wishing that he didn't try his idea. He didn't want to take his frustration on the young maknae. All he wanted to do was help. One of the others will comfort him.

Jungkook nods leaving the room.

"Cold…" Namjoon mumbles as Seokjin takes off his wet undergarments.

"I'll get you warmed up, just try to work with me for just a minute." Seokjin struggled to lift him enough to get the sweats on. "Namjoonie you aren't making this easy.."

"I'm sorry.." Namjoon says softly, trying to help by holding himself up with one arm as Seokjin gets the shirt on him, only lasting a few seconds before another wave of dizziness washes over him, making his stomach woozy one more. "Hyung.. dizzy.." He softly moans.

Seokjin stops what he's doing to hold Namjoon close to him, wincing when his bare skin touched his arm. "I got you, you're okay.. you're okay.." Seokjin strokes his damp hair.

"Make it stop.." Namjoon whines softly.

"I would if I could baby.. just bear it a little longer. It'll pass.." Seokjin speaks softly, running his hand down Namjoon's back lightly scratching.

Namjoon held onto Seokjin tightly until the feeling passes, collapsing into him when his body finally relents.

"Are you okay Joon?" Seojin asked barely above a whisper, getting no response. "Namjoon?" He repeats a little louder, gently moving Namjoon away from his chest biting his lip when he sees the unconscious rapper in his arms, unsure on if Namjoon simply fell asleep, or if he fainted. I need to do something..

Seokjin looks up home remedies for fever on his phone, willing to try anything to give at least a little relief to his leader. Luke warm water. I need to use luke warm water…

He leaves the bed as quietly as possible, going to the bathroom to get a washcloth, using a cup to fill with water, returning to the bed, folding it neatly across Namjoon's forehead, jumping with Namjoon twitches.

"Aiish.." He covers his mouth, not meaning to make a sound. Good..he's still out.. Seokjin sighs, refreshing the cloth everytime Namjoon's feverish skin made it warm again.

I'll have to see if I can get him to drink water when he's up again.. Seokjin makes a mental note.

"How is he?" Hoseok whispers, peeking into the room. "Jungkookie was really upset.."

"I'm not sure.." Seokjin sighs. "Is Jungkook okay? I didn't mean to be so harsh on him. I'm just stressed out.”

"Jiminie and Taehyungie are cheering him up. They were driving me up the wall with all their concerns. I'm glad they're distracted now.." Hoseok couldn't look at Namjoon. Seeing his members in pain broke his heart. "Is there anything I could do to help?"

"He's sweating so much, he's going to dehydrate.. could you see if we have anything like vitamin water?"

“Sure. I’ll be right back.” Hoseok leaves the room and Seokjin brushes the blonde hair off Namjoon’s sweaty face.

“Joonie, wake up for me, please,” he says softly, patting Namjoon’s cheek gently. Namjoon’s eyes flutter open and he groans in pain.

“Hyung…” he mumbles. “It hurts…”

“I know, Joon. Where does it hurt?” Namjoon rips the towel off his forehead and turns to his side.

“Stomach…head…” Namjoon groans again and wraps his arms around his stomach. Seokjin rubs his back gently.

“You’re okay, Joon. You need to try and drink a little, or you’ll get dehydrated.” Seokjin can already see Namjoon is sweating heavily again. “Let me rub your stomach,” he says, placing a hand on Namjoon’s belly.

“No, hyung…” Namjoon mutters, pushing it away.

“What can I do to make you feel better?”

“Nothing,” Namjoon says.

“Can I hold you?” Seokjin asks. Namjoon shakes his head furiously. Seokjin feels useless. He knows Namjoon isn’t a fan of physical affection, but usually when he’s sick he’ll tolerate it. This is different though. Seokjin hasn’t seen Namjoon this sick in a long time. Seokjin sighs as he hears a whimper and sees a tear running down Namjoon’s cheek. “You’re okay, Joonie,” he says softly, wiping the tear off Namjoon’s face with his sleeve. Namjoon winces at the texture on his sensitive skin.

“Hyung…” he whines.

“Sorry, Joon,” Seokjin whispers, pressing a chaste kiss to Namjoon’s forehead. He’s still burning hot from the fever. “Can I put the wet towel back on you?” he asks, and Namjoon nods. Seokjin gently places it back on the younger’s forehead, rubbing his back. He feels bad for being snappy with Jungkook, but he’s frustrated at how much worse the maknae’s idea made Namjoon’s fever. He doesn’t know what to do.

“Hyung?” Hoseok walks in with a bottle of Pocari Sweat. “I have this…”

“Perfect, Hobi. Thank you.” Seokjin takes the bottle and hands it to Namjoon. “Sit up, Joon.” Namjoon weakly pulls himself up, moaning at the pain it causes. He puts the bottle to his lips, slowly drinking the gel inside. It tastes awful and makes him feel even more nauseous despite how nice it feels on his scratchy throat. After emptying a quarter of the bottle, Namjoon hands it back to Seokjin.

“H-hyung,” Namjoon mumbles.

“What is it, Joonie?”

“I’m so cold…”

“Can I hold you?” Seokjin asks again, and this time, Namjoon nods. Seokjin lays down next to Namjoon, pulling him close and rubbing his back slowly.

“Aish…you’re burning,” he says. “I don’t know what to do with you.”

“Is there anything else you need?” Hoseok asks.

“We’re okay, Hobi. Thank you.”

“Hobah..” Namjoon says.

“I’m here, Joonie,” he says.

Namjoon whines softly. “Don’t go.”

“You…want me to stay?” Hoseok smiles, but Namjoon doesn’t respond. Seokjin feels Namjoon’s body go limp in his arms, his breathe getting slower.

“He’s sleeping now,” Seokjin whispers, rubbing Namjoon’s back.

—

About 30 minutes pass by with Hoseok sitting on the chair in the corner and Seokjin cuddling Namjoon. “What time is it, Hobi?” Seokjin asks. Hoseok looks at his phone.

“It’s 6:00, hyung. I’m really hungry,” Hoseok responds.

“Me too…”

“We should go have dinner,” Hoseok says. Seokjin hesitates.

“I don’t wanna leave Joon here by himself…what if he wakes up and panics?”

“Hyung, he’s dead asleep. We both need to eat.” Seokjin nods and pulls away from Namjoon slowly, being careful not to wake the leader. The two go to the kitchen where they find that Taehyung has cooked dinner for them.

“How’s Namjoon-hyung?” Jungkook asks. His eyes are red. He’s been crying.

“He’s…he’s sleeping,” Seokjin says honestly. “Jungkook…I’m sorry I was so harsh with you.”

Jungkook smiles. “It’s okay, hyung. I’ve already eaten. I can go check on him,” he says. Seokjin nods.

“Let me know if he’s doing bad again.” Jungkook nods and walks over to Namjoon and Jimin’s room, sighing as he sees his leader shaking in his sleep.

"I'm sorry Hyungie.." Jungkook whispers softly as he checks the cloth on his forehead, already warm again from Namjoon's feverish skin. I made it worse.. Jungkook sniffles, forcing his tears away. I don't have time to feel bad.. I need to do something..

Jungkook wets the washcloth again, slowly running it over Namjoon's skin, wiping down his arm then across his exposed collar bone.

"Mn…Hyung..cold…" Namjoon complains softly in his sleep voice coming out in a low husky tone.

Jungkook stops in his tracks, putting it back in place on his forehead. I don't want to wake him up, but I can't just sit here and do nothing.. He sighs in frustration, gently playing with Namjoon’s soaked hair. Namjoon’s face twists in discomfort and he rolls onto his side. Jungkook can tell Namjoon is about to be sick by the sounds his stomach is making and how pale he’s getting. He rubs the older’s back, hoping for it to maybe, just maybe go away after a few minutes. Namjoon’s back is burning hot. Jungkook wants to take his shirt off, or pull the blankets off, or something to help reduce his temperature. He knows it’s his fault that Namjoon’s fever got even higher, and the guilt is killing him.

He rubs Namjoon’s back comfortingly as he hears the leader groan in discomfort. Namjoon’s eyes open, and Jungkook can tell he’s about to pass out, throw up, or both.

"Hyung, do you need help up?" Jungkook asks in a small voice when he notices Namjoon sitting up, but he doesn't answer, trying to rush to the bathroom, staggering towards the bathroom.

Jungkook tries to help, trying to grab his arm to help lead him, but Namjoon pushes him away.

"No.. go.." Namjoon manages to force the words out hoarsely. He had already gotten sick in front of Taehyung. He wasn't going to add Jungkook to that list.

Jungkook watches him shut the door, hearing Namjoon heaving from the other side of the door. I need to get Seokjin-hyungie.. He rushes into the kitchen where the older boys were eating.

"Namjoonie-hyung is getting sick again. He shut me out, I need help!" Jungkook says without taking a breath. Seokjin went to get up from his half eaten meal, but Yoongi stops him.

"I'll go. You eat. I'll handle it hyung." Yoongi rushes to the bathroom, going to Namjoon's side, rubbing his hand across Namjoon's back as he heaves.

"Jun…Jungkook I said-" His words are cut off by another round of sick spilling into the bowl.

"Namjoon-ah, it's me and I'm not leaving." Yoongi tells him firmly.

Namjoon relaxes a little, feeling comfort from Yoongi's presence. "It'll be over soon. Just try to breathe Namjoon."

Namjoon takes deep breaths between gags, collapsing against Yoongi as they die down.

"Sh*t Namjoon, you're burning up.." Yoongi swears, grabbing for a piece of toliet paper to wipe across the edges of Namjoon's mouth. "I need you to drink some water for me Joon."

Namjoon shakes his head. I don't want to throw up again.

"I know it sucks, but you'll only get worse if you don't. Come on Namjoon.."

Yoongi gently props Namjoon against the bathtub, quickly moving to the sink to get a cup of water.

"Yoongi-yah…no…" Namjoon argues when Yoongi puts the cup by his lips.

"Namjoon please, just try." Yoongi tried to hide the desperation in his voice. It's been years since he's seen Namjoon this bad. "Just a sip."

Namjoon takes a few sips, washing the awful taste from his mouth and soothing his raw throat, but it already felt like a stone in his stomach, turning his head away.

"Good job Joon, that's all I wanted.."Yoongi gently pulls Namjoon to his feet, struggling to move him forward. Namjoon was hardly conscious, being mostly dead weight. "Stay with me a little longer okay?"

Namjoon tried his best to stay up, but he used the last of his energy. The older rapper just barely makes it to the bed before Namjoon stopped holding onto him, almost making both of them topple to the floor. "Fu*k Namjoon..you're heavy.."

Namjoon murmurs an apology. Yoongi takes off Namjoon's shirt, taking advantage of his lack of power to fight against him, finding the rag and wiping it across Namjoon's scorching back.

Namjoon had his eyes closed, but he didn't look anywhere near peaceful. His breathing was labored and his hand was still wrapped tightly around his lower abdomen, an upset gurgle coming from it the sips of water sitting uncomfortably in his stomach.

"Poor Joon-ah.."Yoongi whispers, wiping the cloth across Namjoon's shoulders, across the back of his neck then going down his arm. I need to get his fever down…

"Hyung..will you lay with me?" Yoongi jumps in surprise when he hears the hoarse whisper of Namjoon.

"Sh*t..you scared me.. i thought you were out.."

"I can't sleep.. it hurts.." Namjoon whines.

"I know, I know..Let me wash you up first, okay? I need to cool you down first. ." Yoongi does the best he can to wash off the sweat, his heart tightening when he sees Namjoon trembling, despite his high fever.

"It's cold.." Namjoon grabs onto Yoongi's wrist to stop him. "Please Hyungie.." Namjoon's voice comes out sounding much younger.

Yoongi stops in his tracks. "You're really sick Joon-ah.. Alright.. come here.." He takes a seat next to him, holding out his arms.

Namjoon cuddles up to him, Yoongi forcing himself not to flinch when he feels his hot skin brush against him. He's already sticking to me.. He couldn't recall the last time Namjoon cuddled up to him. He wasn't known for being the cuddly type like Taehyung or Jimin. It just made him worry more.

"It hurts Hyung.." Namjoon whimpers, clutching his stomach when another ripple of pain tears through his stomach.

Yoongi reaches slowly, rubbing his hand across Namjoon’s stomach to try to ease the pain, feeling it tightening underneath his palm.

Namjoon moans in time with a harsh cramp, and Yoongi shushes him. “You're ok, shh, Joonie,” he says softly.

“Ahh…hurts…” he whines. Yoongi presses down harder, trying to work out a cramp, and Namjoon curses under his breath. “Hyung…f*ck, it hurts so much.” Yoongi can see Namjoon starting to shiver.

“What should we do, Joonie?”

“Don’t know…” Namjoon sighs. He’s too weak to even sit up. His brain is foggy and he has no idea what would make him feel better. The pain is getting worse every second and he’s not sure how much longer he’s going to be able to take this. Barely anything works on his sensitive stomach.

“I can get some painkillers for you, Joonie, but I really don’t know what to do beyond that.”

“Get Jimin,” Namjoon says, his speech slurring. Jimin always knows how to cuddle him just the right way when he’s sick, just the right sweet things to say to make him feel a little less miserable and get his spirits up a tiny bit.

"Alright Namjoon." Yoongi gently escapes from the sick rapper, leaving to get Jimin.

"What's wrong? Has he gotten worse?" Jin asks, ready to spring up to go back to Namjoon's side.

"He has, but he wants Jimin.." Yoongi states.

"What? He asked for me?" Jimin's eyes widen in surprise.

"I think he just wants to be comforted. I'm not the best at that.." Yoongi scratches the back of his neck shyly. "I tried my best. It's your turn now."

Jimin gets a water bottle to take with him, hoping he could get him to drink at least a little bit."Hyungie, I'm here.."

"Minah…" Namjoon's voice comes out soft, the first part of his name getting cut off by a whimper.

Jimin puts the water down, curling around Namjoon. I don't want to stress him out more. He wanted cuddles, that's what I'll give him. He's so hot though..

"My poor Hyungie, it's okay.. It's okay.." Jimin runs his hand up and down Namjoon's side with his gentle touch, leaning his head on him. "We'll get you feeling better soon.."

Namjoon wasn't processing what Jimin was saying to him, but he enjoyed Jimin's soothing tone.

"We'll think of something to make you feel better. Maybe we can find a good mix of herbal tea.." Jimin continues just saying sweet nothings, gently rubbing his face against Namjoon's cheek. He's hardly conscious.. Jimin bites the inside of his cheek, just barely letting his fingers brush against Namjoon's belly, smiling softly when he feels some of the tension in Namjoon's body let up. "That's it Hyungie, relax.. I'll still be here when you wake up, just try to sleep for now.."

Namjoon relaxes, and after some time, he falls asleep.

—

Jimin leaves when he sees that Namjoon is comfortably asleep, going into the living room and seeing all of the other members.

“How is he?” Seokjin asks.

“He’s asleep. I think we should take him to the hospital, though. He’s burning hot and in a lot of pain.”

“I don’t think we can, Jiminie…” Seokjin says. “It’s a blizzard outside. We can’t even see five feet out of the window.”

“And our cell phones aren’t working.” Jungkook frowns, empathizing his point by showing Jimin his phone.

"We're lucky all this snow hasn't knocked the power out.." Yoongi adds in.

"Yoongi-hyung, don't you jinx us!" Taehyung frets. "We're having enough trouble already.."

"We have to think of something.." J-hope sighs in frustration.

"We're doing all we can. At least he's sleeping.." Seokjin looks around the room at the members. I have to do something. Everyone's stressed..

"Maybe, maybe we can go out on our own. If we drive really really slowly. It's better than just sitting around watching him slowly get worse." Jungkook whines desperately, staring at the flurry of snowflakes out the window.

"You know we can't do that.." Seokjin tries to comfort Jungkook, but be jerked away from his touch.

"But Namjoonie-hyung needs medicine..he's burning up with fever and he can't even sleep with his stomach constantly making him feel sick. We have to try!" Jungkook says with frustration, clenching his fists together. "We can't just do nothing!"

"We're doing all we can, there's no way we can drive in that storm. You can't even see the trees right outside the window. It's too dangerous Koo." Jin tries to calm Jungkook by stroking his hair, this time accepting his touch. Jungkook sighs, taking a few breaths to calm himself.

"What if we walk?" Jungkook looks hopelessly at Jin, already knowing the answer, tears swelling up.

"No way." Yoongi answers for Jin. "Are you trying to get lost in this mess? The nearest town is miles away. You'll end up with hypothermia before you even get halfway."

The boys stop their arguing when they hear Namjoon heaving again, Jin rushing back into the bathroom, kneeling beside Namjoon who had his head in the toliet bowl. "Namjoon-ah, it's okay..it's okay.. Hyung is here." Jin rubs his back and Namjoon spits into the toilet, only saliva coming up. Hyung, make it stop, it hurts so much.. Namjoon couldn't get the words out, only a small whimper coming as he holds his sore middle, his muscles finally pushing up acid, burning his throat.

"I know, I know, just try to breathe for me okay?" Jin scratches his nails lightly across Namjoon’s back. Namjoon tries, but he’s too distressed to breathe properly. Namjoon gags empty, whimpering.

“It hurts,” he says softly.

“Shh…I know, Joon. You’ll be okay. I’m here. I’ll keep you safe.” Namjoon finds comfort in that, calming down a bit. Seokjin puts his hand on Namjoon’s forehead. Sh*t. You’re even hotter than before. I don’t know what to do…” he says softly. “We might have to give you a cold bath.”

“No…” Namjoon says. “Please, no…”

Seokjin is about to say something, but suddenly, the lights start flickering.

“Hyung?” Namjoon’s voice is deep, but he sounds scared. The lights shut off, and Seokjin can’t hold back a curse under his breath. He hears footsteps come to the bathroom and Yoongi shines his phone’s flashlight at them. “Sh*t…you guys too?” Namjoon winces at the light and Seokjin nods.

“There’s some candles in the kitchen…” Taehyung comes up behind Yoongi. Namjoon turns away from the light. His head is hurting again, the bright lights not helping.

“Let’s get him to bed,” Seokjin says. Taehyung comes over and helps Namjoon up, the two of them bringing Namjoon to his bed with Yoongi behind him. Namjoon instantly rolls to his side, completely exhausted and still feeling nauseous. Taehyung lays next to him and rubs his hand up and down his hyung’s burning back. Namjoon sighs at the feeling of Taehyung’s hand. It feels nice, but he’s still not comfortable with his stomach rolling and head pounding.

“Do we have medicine?” Yoongi asks Seokjin.

“Namjoon might have some Ibuprofen,” he says. “For his migraines.” Namjoon shakes his head hard.

“I’m not taking anything…my stomach is killing me.” Taehyung puts his hand on Namjoon’s stomach, feeling it tense and cramp every few seconds. “Poor hyungie…” he says softly, rubbing gently. Namjoon seems to relax at the touch, breathing more slowly.

“Your fever is gonna make you worse, Joonie. You could pass out. Or start hallucinating,” Seokjin says. “Just try to take some and don’t throw up for an hour or so and you’ll start feeling better.” Namjoon doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to faint or start hallucinating, but he really doesn’t want to throw up again. Everything hurts and he’s exhausted, but he can’t sleep with how uncomfortable he is.

“Please, Joonie-hyung,” Taehyung says, and Namjoon shakes his head. Jungkook comes into the room with two lit candles and places them on the dresser. “What’s going on?” he asks.

“We’re trying to get Namjoon to take some medicine but he won’t..” Yoongi says. Jungkook frowns in sympathy, then sits on the bed facing namjoon, running a hand through his sweaty hair.

“Can you please try to take a little, hyung?” Jungkook asks, looking at Namjoon with round worried eyes. “You’ll feel better if you do.” He knows Namjoon and his soft spot can’t say no to him, even when he’s feeling like this.

Namjoon sighs. I can't say no when he looks at me like that.. "Alright..I'll try.."

Seokjin brightens up, quickly getting medicine from the bottle before he changes his mind. "Here Joon." He places the pill on Namjoon's tongue, quickly getting him a sip of water to help swallow it down. Please just drink a little more…

Namjoon takes a few mouthfuls of water before turning away from his eldest hyung."No more.."

"That's okay, you did good.." Taehyung smiles softly, gently rubbing his fingertips across Namjoon's cramping stomach.

"Thank you hyung." Jungkook says softly.

"I'm so tired.." Namjoon says in a hoarse whisper.

"Then we'll let you sleep.. Do you want me to take Taehyungie with us?" Seokjin asks, ready to remove the clingy vocalist but Namjoon shakes his head, still feeling guilty for how he treated him earlier.

"He's okay.."

"Get me if there's any change Tae. Take care of him." Seokjin gathered up the others and leaves the two alone.

Namjoon slowly started to drift off, his migraine becoming more manageable. Taehyung was humming as soft as he could as he continues to make feather light touches on Namjoon’s cramping belly.

Taehyung stops when he hears Namjoon start to snore. He's finally asleep, but for how long? He uses his sleeve to try to wipe some of the sweat off of Namjoon's brow. He's still sweating..

Taehyung reaches for the wet cloth slowly, fearful that the slightest wrong move would wake him, just barely grabbing it from the tag, wiping it gently over Namjoon’s body.

Just when Taehyung thought Namjoon was finally starting to recover, he felt his muscles tensing up again, the older quickly sitting up. "Taehyung.." His voice came out as a pained groan as another wave of nausea hits like a tidal wave, making him gag, mouth filling with hot sick, his cheeks puffing out.

"Hyung hold on I'll get-" Taehyung was too late, as he rushed to get the waste bin from the floor Namjoon had already started trying to scramble over him as his body pushes up more sick than he could hold down getting it on Taehyung, the side of the bed, then finally the bin on the floor, trying to prop himself up by his elbows. The pressure he was putting on his own stomach only worsened the pain, causing tears to run down his cheeks.

"Oh no Hyung.." Taehyung runs his hand down Namjoon's spine, feeling it arch as he continues to heave.

"Se-seokjinnie-hyung!" Taehyung yells coming out shaky with panic. "Yoongi-h-hyung!"

The two eldest run into the room Yoongi slowly lifting the bin from the floor keeping it by Namjoon’s face as Seokjin helped him sit up again. "Aiigo Namjoon-ah.. you're okay, you're okay.."

"N..no.." Namjoon sobs, all the stress on his body catching up with him. "I..i..can't do..do..ev..ev…" Another heave comes, cutting him off, only adding to his frustration causing even more tears to flow. Seokjin rubs his back gently.

“You’re okay…” Namjoon wipes his eyes and leans back.

“What happened, Taehyung?” Yoongi asks, taking the bin from Namjoon.

“He just woke up like this…and started vomiting. I have no idea what happened.” Seokjin uses a tissue from the side table to wipe Namjoon’s forehead from sweat.

“You’re burning hot, Joonie…we’re gonna have to give you a cold bath…”

Namjoon shakes his head. “Please…no…I’m freezing…” Namjoon’s eyes look glassy and his usually tan skin is pale.

Seokjin glances at Yoongi, who shrugs. “I think we have to…”

#sick!namjoon #sickfic #bts #caretaker!yoongi #btssickfic #caretaker!hoseok #caretaker!seokjin #caretaker!jungkook #caretaker!taehyung #bts sickfic #caretaker!jimin #tw emeto #tw vomit

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whats-k-popping · 2 years

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Hey I have a request💜

Jungkook with a bad and sneezy cold and fever, he become sad and cry a little bit, while the members take care of him making him soup and clean his nose for him. I would like Jungkook with stuck sneezes and cant sneeze so the members make him sneeze to help him in many ways.

Ps: Im italian so english isn't my native language Im sorry😅

Grazie per la richiesta! 💜💜 Mie piaciuto scrivere questo!

Sono felice che ti piaccia i il mio lavoro da un altro paese. (Il mio italiano non e buono. Non lo uso piu molto. Scusa!)

Pairing: OT7 - platonic intentions but ship how you want.

Words: 2684

Warnings: Graphic Descriptions of Cold Symptoms || Illness || Snz Content || Congestion || Graphic Descriptions of Snot || Induced Snz Content || Sick Member || Snzing on Members

See Also: @sneezyminniejo did a very similar fic recently to nearly the same request. It can be found here. They also did such a good job with it and it's such a pleasure to read! Please make sure to read that fic as well! <3

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Jungkook's been fighting a cold for three days. It’s a brutal battle; there are empty blister packs and crumpled up tissues strewn about as evidence that Jungkook’s holding his own. But when he wakes on day four, it seems the cold is coming out on top. The combined efforts of cold medicine and nasal spray prove useless. He can't breathe at all though his nose, and he's hacking merciless coughs that tear through his chest. In these minutes of misery, he believes being mauled by a bear would hurt less.

He stands in the bathroom white knuckling the edge of the sink. After a round of wet coughs, he spits the phlegmy remains down the drain and sniffles harshly. But nothing moves in his sinuses. It's an impenetrable wall of snot. He tries forcing air in, he tries forcing air out. It's all ineffective. He whimpers pitifully, splashing warm water over his face hoping that might help. Still, nothing changes. He momentarily contemplates using that neti pot that Namjoon swears by.

The six members can hear Jungkook hitching and sniffling heavily from the bathroom. But they give him space. Jungkook was adamant from day one that "it's not a big deal" and “It’s just a small cold” and the ever so mature "I can take care of myself." So they wait. They agreed to let Jungkook come to them, when he needs it. They try not to coddle him too much, unless that's what he wants. So they are seated around the table, breakfast served, listening to Jungkook lose another battle with his nose.

It goes on for a while and Jungkook's not coming down to eat. Seokjin cracks and stands from the table. Hoseok immediately interjects, "He said he doesn't want any help."

"And I'm not going to help him," the elder answers nonchalantly, "I'm just feeling a little warm." He casually goes over to the home thermostat and lowers the temperature a few degrees. There’s a mischievous look in his eyes as he presses the down arrow repeatedly. The other members seem to understand what their hyung is up to. They nod collectively around the table, Seokjin retaking his seat. They don't need to speak about it, everyone already knows there’s a plan.

There's another round of painful sounding coughs followed by throat clearing and spitting. Then they finally hear footsteps walking toward the staircase. Seconds later, Jungkook joins them at the table. His food has already gone cold.

"Bornin, hyunds" Jungkook greets, pushing the plate aside and resting his head on the table. Maybe if he hits his head hard enough against the table, the snot clogging his sinuses will finally shift. It's a fleeting thought, and he ultimately decides not to act on it. Instead, he just sniffles thickly again.

"Still got that cold, JK?" Jimin asks, hoping maybe Jungkook would admit that he's feeling bad. They don't have anything to do today, so what's the harm in seeking a little attention?

"Yeah," he sniffles thickly as if to prove his point. "I dink id's gettig wordse. Id anyone else cold?" His teeth are chattering as he wraps his arms around his upper body.

Sure, they know Seokjin lowered the temperature a few degrees in the dorms. But Jungkook makes it seem like he's sitting in a winter storm without a coat. There's several replies around the table that all convince Jungkook he's alone in feeling cold. He kind of suspected that was the case.

Hoseok leans over uninvited and presses a hand to the maknae's forehead. Surprisingly Jungkook doesn't pull away; instead, he leans further into Hoseok's touch basking in the memory of what warmth feels like.

"Aigoo, you feel a bit warm, bun." The dancer announces to the table. Jungkook groans in response to the news. Instead of pulling his hand away, Hoseok uses it to stroke gently down Jungkook's cheek as a comforting gesture.

Jungkook melts at the touch. It's just the simple comfort he's been denying himself for the past three days. The same comfort he's been craving, but has been too ashamed to ask for. But now he's feverish and stuffy and miserable. And he just wants to be cuddled.

"Hyunds," the maknae's eyes begin to water as he looks at them. He can sense their pity. He knows they won't be mad. "I deally don'd beel good."

Jimin stands from his seat and wraps his arms around the sick maknae, pressing a long kiss to the crown of his head. No one else moves, they don't want to smother him. Besides, Jimin is the best when it comes to physical comfort. "That's okay, Jungkookie. Hyungs are here to take care of you." He reassures, wiping fallen tears off his fellow vocalist's flushed cheeks.

Despite Jimin’s soft tones and gentle touches, Jungkook breaks down into hysterical sobs. He knows he’s been a jerk to his hyung for days and they didn’t say anything to him about it. He feels bad, physically and emotionally. And he can’t help but think that maybe if he would have let his hyungs help days ago, he wouldn’t be feeling so badly now. “Hyunds, I’b dorry. I’b do dorry.” He repeats through broken, hiccuping sobs.

Jimin repositions so he’s sitting on Jungkook’s lap. He pulls the maknae in and buries his face into his own shoulder, petting his damp hair slightly. He doesn’t care about the mess it will make. He just wants for Jungkook to calm down. It hurts his heart to hear Jungkook wail like this. Jimin’s whispering sweet nothing and reassurances into Jungkook’s ears so quietly not even Hoseok, who is seated beside them, can hear.

As Jungkook starts to finally calm down, Jimin makes subtle gestures to the other members. He’s got Jungkook for now. But they’re going to need a team effort if they want Jungkook to be effectively taken care of. So the table disperses to various areas of the house. Jungkook doesn’t even hear them leave.

When he looks up, Jimin’s holding a napkin toward him encouraging him to blow his nose. Jimin doesn’t let go of the napkin, and when Jungkook turns away Jimin’s hand follows. Eventually, Jimin just cups the napkin around Jungkook’s nose and squeezes. The napkin fills, now sticky and wet against Jimin’s fingertips. But there’s room for more. And from the sound of Jungkook’s sniffling, there’s definitely more. “Good, now blow for real this time,” Jimin commands in a low assertive voice. It’s eerily close to Yoongi’s tone. Jungkook doesn’t mess around when Jimin deepens his voice. He knows it means he’s serious. Jungkook blows hard, relieved that crying had loosened his sinuses. He files it away as a quick fix should he feel stuffed up again.

Jimin pulls the napkin away, wiping at any left over on or around Jungkook’s nose. He puts the napkin on Jungkook’s untouched plate of food and goes back to coddling. Jungkook’s on Jimin’s shoulder again, the one that’s not soiled with tears and snot, and Jimin’s rocking them from side to side. It’s a peaceful few minutes of comfort. Then Jungkook’s breath hitches and he scrunches up his nose. “Hhe- EHet-” He anticipates a sneeze and points his face away from Jimin. But he loses it as soon as it snuck up on him. “Ghuh” He sniffles and shakes his head, trying to will the sneeze back. The need is still there. Less urgent, but it will happen sooner or later. He prefers sooner.

Jimin chuckles at the disappointed and determined look on Jungkook’s face. He knows how annoying it can be to feel a sneeze that’s not ready to come out yet. “Ah, Kook-ah, let hyung help you.” Jimin pulls Jungkook’s face back, brushing longer strands of hair against the edged of Jungkook’s nostrils. The thin strands tickle at Jungkook’s nose. And the residual chemical smell of hair dye from Jimin’s new color is strong enough for Jungkook to sense. The combination does wonders for Jungkook’s stuck sneeze.

It’s a matter of seconds before Jungkook’s hitching and pitching with a flurry of sneezes. “Eh-NgtCHI, Heh-PFTIchu, HEI-gnxtch” He tried to turn away, but Jimin kept him tucked in. The sneezes sprayed against Jimin’s neck, some of the dampness getting in the short vocalist's hair. But Jimin doesn’t flinch or cringe. He doesn’t pull away.

Jimin waits patiently for the fit to end and then looks at Jungkook’s face. His eyes are red rimmed, nose dripping with fresh snot that he tries to sniffle back. There’s a small pout on his lips. And the maknae’s breathing is labored, like the force of the sneezing took his breath away. He smooths over Jungkook’s hair. “Feel better?” he asks softly, reaching around the table for an unused napkin. He wishes they were closer to a box of tissues.

“A biddle,” Jungkook replies, already wiping the drippage on the back of his sleeve in the interest of time. “I wadda sleeb,” he admits.

Jimin chuckles. “Okay, baby. The couch should be all set up for you now.” He leaps off Jimin’s lap and offers the maknae a hand. Jungkook accepts the hand and allows Jimin to guide him to the living room. Like Jimin alluded to, his personal bedding is set up on the couch. It’s clear now Jimin’s affections were meant to bide time.

Jungkook makes himself comfortable on the pillow that’s leaned up against Hoseok’s lap. He knows Hoseok is a bit of a germaphobe, but he can’t resist getting as close to the dancer as possible. He assumes it’s okay when Hoseok coos and starts rubbing Jungkook’s arms over the blanket.

Before he gets too comfortable, Seokjin and Yoongi emerge from the kitchen. Seokjin’s holding a steaming bowl and Yoongi’s got a small pharmacy in his arms. “You’ve gotta eat something before sleeping, JK.” Seokjin advises, “And take some medicine.”

“Bill you feed be?” Jungkook asks in a small voice as he sits himself up. He continues to lean against Hoseok. Seokjin isn’t going to say no to such a precious request. He sits on the floor in front of Jungkook and spoon feeds him. Jungkook eats half the bowl before he says he’s full. Jungkook’s not usually the type to get full, especially on less than one serving; but Seokjin doesn’t argue it. When Seokjin steps away, Yoongi approaches with blister packs of cold medicine.

“Do you want daytime or nighttime?” Yoongi asks before he opens anything.

“Night,” Jungkook pleads. He just wants to be asleep. Yoongi pops the pills and hands them to Jungkook. While the maknae works to dry swallow those, he’s pouring a dose of cough medicine which Jungkook takes with only a few complaints. “Cab I dleeb now?” He’s still making a sour face from the taste of cough syrup. Yoongi smooths a fever patch into his forehead.

Yoongi nods and settles nearby. One by one all the members come to rest around the couch. There’s a movie playing in the background but no one can give it much attention. With Jungkook’s constant thick sniffling and wet coughing, everyone’s attention is on the sick maknae.

“Are you sure you don’t want to try the neti pot?” Namjoon offers, as is standard everytime one of the members has a cold. The answer is always a resounding no, but he’ll make the suggestion until the day he dies. In line with the tradition, Jungkook cringes at the mention. He’s terrified that he’d drown or his brain would fill with water. It’s not logical, but neither is pouring water up your nose.

“What if we make you sneeze?” Taehyung suggests mischievously. There’s a silence among the members. Taehyung feels judged for even suggesting it, so he elaborates, “If you sneeze, you might clear up your sinuses. And finally be able to sleep.”

Jungkook’s entranced by the idea of sleep. He’s beyond drowsy and sapped of energy since he took the night med. He’d be asleep if it weren’t for the heaviness in his chest and head. His only reservation is that he doesn’t think he has the stamina to sneeze. Each one rips out of him with such force. He doesn’t have the energy for that. But he’s willing to try. “Led’s try id.” He admits.

Taehyung’s up and out of the room at light speed. He doesn’t tell anyone what he’s planning. The other members look around and try to come up with ways to make Jungkook sneeze. Jimin stays silent. He’d already been sneezed on today, he feels it’s someone else’s turn. Seokjin makes the first move. He blows in Jungkook’s face, a slow stream of air directed toward the top of Jungkook’s nose. It makes the maknae’s nose twitch. He hitches once. But nothing productive.

Namjoon instructs Jungkook to look at the light, hoping that might trigger something. But the cool lighting of the dorm isn’t bright enough to trigger a reaction. Still his nose itches and he scrubs at it. Hoseok grabs a candle sitting on the side table. But when he looks at it, he notices it’s unscented. Of course all the candles are unscented. Scented candles make Jungkook sneeze. So they don’t keep them in the dorm. Yoongi shrugs and jams a finger under Jungkook’s nose.

“Hyung, that’s how you stop a sneeze,” Jimin remarks with a chuckle.

Yoongi stutters embarrassed, “Ya, maybe it works both ways. You never know.” Jimin raises his hands in surrender. Yoongi’s finger doesn’t have any effect on Jungkook’s stuck sneezes. He hitches again gasping for air, desperate to relieve the tickle in his nose.

Taehyung runs back into the room with a shaggy throw pillow in hand. He shoves the pillow against Jungkook’s face. The surrounding members can clearly smell the strong cologne that Taehyung wears to award ceremonies. It smells as though he dipped the whole pillow into the bottle.

Jungkook inhales a heavy dose of the cologne and is immediately thrown into a sneezing fit. “hep’tehCHU, hmf’NXTchi, he-eh'HXTt, HA’tichu, hpti’atCHI, HXTngt, Hi’TISHuu” He sneezes relentlessly into what he knows if Taehyung’s favorite snuggle pillow. Each sneeze is louder and messier than the next. They are hard on his throat and they hurt in his nose, but it’s working. He can feel mucus shift with each sneeze. He can tell just from the stickiness alone that the pillow is now covered in his snot.

He wants to pull it away. The heavy scent of the cologne is still attacking his nose. But he doesn’t want the others to see the mess he’s made. After 13 harsh sneezes, Namjoon rips the pillow away and tosses it onto the reclining chair in the corner. “Alright, Jungkook. I think that’s enough.” He tries to keep it lighthearted, but he’s seriously concerned about Jungkook’s vocal cords after all the sneezing.

Jungkook’s left with nothing to hide his messy face. There’s snot glistening his skin all the way down to his chin. He hastily rubs the sleeves of his sweater against his face to clean himself. He’s tearing up at the same time, embarrassed. Seokjin’s got a box of tissues in his hands. He grabs three and approaches the maknae.

“Jungkook-ah. Don’t use your sweater. That’s not clean.” His voice is calm and sweet. “Here, hyung has tissues for you.”

Jungkook grabs them hastily and finishes cleaning up. He throws the balled up tissues on the same chair as the pillow. He figures they should keep all of his mess together. “More, please.” Jungkook asks, his voice a lot clearer than it has been all day. Seokjin just passes the whole box.

Jungkook blows his nose loudly three more times before he finally feels empty. Or emptier, at least. He’s now able to breathe better through one nostril and his head feels less heavy. And as expected, the sneezing fit wore him to bits. He finally feels like he can sleep. He nestles back in against Hoseok who accepts him with open arms.

Taehyung smiles, reclaiming his previous seat. “Sleep well, Jungkookie.” He rubs the maknae’s calf.

Still no one can focus on the movie over the sounds of Jungkook’s congested snores.

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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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min-yunki-agustd · 2 years

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Day 10 Sicktober

Clingy

Request: yoongi is sick and clingy and doesn’t want hobi to leave him but hobi has to go to work at the hybe building so tae takes care of him.

Sickie: yoons

caretaker: Tae

Tw: mention of emeto, nausea sickness, a little bit of scat etc..

Word count: 2k+

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Hoseok stares at his watch, it looks like he's gonna be late today. yoongi has a hand full of hoseoks shirt. No matter what hoseok says yoongi won't let go. hyung was never this clingy he must be feeling worse today. " hyung, I have to go" I can't miss any more days this week. " I'm not like you hyung, I don't work so long I practically live there. " If you hadn't worked yourself sick you wouldn't have this problem." Hoseok was practically dragging yoongi's body along as he walked closer and closer to the exit. Yoongi's stomach ached badly. His whole body ached but he didn't want hoseok to let go. He didn't want him to leave him. Yoongi whined. Partially from the pain in his body and partially from the pain of knowing he was eventually gonna have to let hoseok go. "hyung, please." hoesok's plead didn't stop yoongi from latching on tighter. Hosoek looked down into yoongi's watery eyes. Yoongi had let go, but not for the reason hoseok thought. He thought his hyung finally came to his senses but no. Something was wrong. Yoongi gagged into his hand wetly. Watery sick dampening his hand. Oh crap, he's gonna puke; now I'm really gonna be late, hosoeok thought. The movement of sliding across the floor like an infant must have jostled his stomach. Hoseok carefully hoisted the older up. yoongi felt lighter than he recalled. He must have lost weight by throwing up so many times over the week. he's gotta remember to tell taehyung to make sure he eats well today. Hoseoko managed to get him to the closes bathroom in the luxury apartment. There they stayed for a whopping thirty minutes. Hoseoks is so late. Yoongi didn't mean to make him this late, he didn't expect his stomach to revolt against him so soon after taking the meds for nausea.

After a long battle with nausea, his stomach eventually settled down. Hosoeok helped yoongi back to bed, bringing along small trash can just in case. " wait " yoongi says out weakly, holding on to his middle. "please rub my stomach before you go." yoongi guilt-tripped hobi using his puppy dog eyes. He doesn't use it often but he really needs a warm hand on his stomach. Hosoeok sighs and walks back over. He's not used to his hyung acting like this. Hobi sat on the edge of the bed for a moment and rubbed yoongi's tummy. Yoongi moaned in delight. It was when yoongi looked like he was about to fall asleep that hoseok got up to leave. Hosoeok gave yoongi a kiss on the forehead and got up. " I'm gonna go now hyung, the trash can is to your right and taehyung will be here in less than ten minutes call me if you need me. Hoseook closed the door behind him and left out the main entrance. yoongi rolled over in the bed. He was upset that hoseok left him. it wasn't long before yoongi's sadness was washed over with sleep. He sleep for an hour or so until he heard bustling in the kitchen. He sat up from his lying position on the bed. It was too fast. It causes a wave of dizziness to wash over him. He swung his legs over the bed and sat to the side. Picking up the trash can be low him. Feeling like he needs it. He rests his head in his hands as nausea picks up. His stomach swirls, and he feels it coming. He brings the trashcan closer and coughs into it. He feels sick but his body is taking so long to actually throw up. Just like earlier when hoseok was here. Oooh right hoseok's gone to hybe to work. He had forgotten and unintentionally made himself sad again.

Right as he thought about sticking a finger down his throat to speed up the process, taehyung walked and opened the door. Bringing in a strong scent of cooking food. That was enough to send yoongi's stomach over the edge. Taehyung had originally walked in with a smile plastered on his face excited to see his sickly hyung, but his expression changed when he walked. Seeing his hyung up chuck waterly chunks of beige. taehyung ran over to comfort yoongi. " hyung are you ok?" yoongi couldn't speak, his mouth was full and had a tingle that felt like another gag at the back of his throat. yoongi's stomach was In a knot and the sweet smell of food in the air was still making him queasy. Taehyung rubbed taehyung's back gingerly, telling him "it's ok hyung" as he did so. Yoongi's vomiting had finally started to tamper off. Once he was completely done, he laid his tired body back down on the bed. taehyung grabbed the trash can and emptied it out, replacing the small plastic bag inside. " I was gonna wake you up and bring you lunch, but, seen as your already up and you just threw up what looks like the rest of your breakfast I'll give your stomach an hour or so to settle down before bringing in food. Yoongi cringed at taehyung mentioning his throwing up and that the thought of eating anything right now makes him want to turn over and throw up some more. Yoon's whined. taehyung was bout to walk out but yoongi called out to him. " taehhhhyungggiee" yoongi knew taehyung's belly rubs weren't as good as hobi's but he needed relief, badly. "hobi hyung was right you are a big baby today taehyung giggled. " "scoot over I already know what you want." taehyung pulled out a note hoseok left him. It reads at the bottom, " ps. yoongi's probably gonna ask for lots of tummy rubs today.

Yoongi wasn't in the mood for games, he just wanted his stomach to stop hurting. He most likely threw up the meds hoseok gave him earlier and he knows taehyung is not going to let him get more meds until after he eats. Taehyung plops onto the bed, shaking it. yoongi cried out in pain when it jostled his entire body. " sorry hyung, I'm so sorry" yoongi was severely agitated. " my stomach tae, RUB IT" yoongi says in a low angry tone. Once tae settled on top of the bed. yoongi yanked. Tae's hand over to his belly. Taehyung began rubbing. yoongi balled up in pain and groaned. " you added too much pressure go easy on my stomach will ya?" yoons says, trying to relax and settle back in his place. Teahyung hadn't heard any more complaints so he continued. They stayed like that for a while until tae could feel yoongi squirm under his hand. Taehyung looked at yoongi. He thought he was sleeping but yoongi keep moving like he was uncomfortable. " are you ok?" tae asked stopping his hand on the older belly. " hm, stop asking so many questions rum my belly. Yoongi says. yoongi's body jolts. yoongi curls in on himself, holding tightly to his stomach willing the lower pain to stop. "hyung, do you feel sick? " yoongi doesn't answer he only whimpers and his body shakes. taehyung can feel himself start to sweat. he doesn't know what's wrong and he doesn't know what to do. " I'm gonna call hobi hyung," taehyung says nervously."

He fishes his phone out of his pocket and dials hoseok’s number. It rings several times and then goes to voice mail. Taehyung hangs up and tries again. Yoongi’s shivering like he’s cold and clutching his stomach so tight his knuckles are red. Taehyung calls the number reviewing it and making sure it was the right one and that he didn’t dial the wrong number by accident. Still nothing. He calls one last time. “ come on hobi hyung pick up” he murmurs to himself. Hobi finally answered. Taehyung sighs in relief when he hears the familiar voice pick up. “ hobi! Yoongi hyung is shaking and in a lot of pain he already threw up and I don’t know what's wrong with him.” Tae says. Hoseok was in the middle of a dance routine, he was sweaty and gasping for air but they were making progress. he decides to step out into the hall before answering taehyung's question. Hobi looks down at his watch. Have you given him more meds yet?" " no, tae answered. I was waiting till his stomach settled. I was gonna give him food and then the meds." taehyung explains. " ok.. uhhh, have you tried the bathroom?" hobi says. Taehyung was confused. " what do you mean? he has a trash can right-" " hobi interrupted him take him to the bathroom." " o..k?" tae answered. " bring the trash with you," hobi ads. "ohhhh" tae says now understanding what hoseok meant. tae does as he's told. " ok, tae says with a huff, I got him on the toilet." hoseok can hear yoongi groaning in protest in the background. " now wait, and keep an eye on him. to taehyung's surprise yoongi begins gagging into his open hand. "OH NO- " taehyung yells. Hoseok hears taehyung yelling and yoongi retching in the background. " GET THE BUCKET" hoseok yells getting a few weird stares from coworkers walking down the hall.

Hosoek hears a splatter, sounding like sick hitting the floor. Hoseok cringes, it doesn't sound like they managed to get the bucket in time. After a series of odd sounds, some sounding like taehyung's gagging to the phone is picked up from the ground and taehyung can be heard panting threw the phone's microphone. " you sound like you ran a marathon" hoseok says joking nervously. The thing sounds kinda back under control before taehyung sounds like he's going to say something but is interrupted by yoongi. It gets quiet on the phone. Hoseok can hear yoongi's voice now. "tae, yoongi gasp, I feel eeughh, yoongi gags. loud enough to pierce Hosek's ear drum. " keep the trash can in place for him he gets weak and can't hold- tae yells out OH MY GOD HYUNG!" hoseok feels useless listening to all the calamity going on in the other line but unable to do anything about it. "taehyung? tae? " hobi tries to get the other's attention. he just hopes he can hear him and that the phone isn't on the floor again. "I'm coming back home you guys sound like you need some help...." hobi says about to start walking to go get his stuff. " NO, no hyung I got it here everything is under control. " you sure cause you- I got it hyung don't worry, I got it." taehyung says. Taehyung says he has everything under control but hoseok can hear yoons whining loudly in the background. " well... ok then, I'll- I'll be home in a few hours tell hyung all be back before he goes to bed. Hoseok says before hanging up. taehyung hangs up too.

Taehyung, buts his phone away with his clean hand. He stares at the bathroom, it is covered in sick. His eyes travel over to yoongi, who's sitting hunched over with both arms covering his middle. He's obviously having a great time over there. Yoongi's in agony and his bowels are reaching havoc on him, it's luckily not as bad as it was yesterday but he still felt awful non the less. taehyung started grabbing supplies to clean the floor and walls, He wanted to hurry and clean it so the stench wouldn't linger for a second longer. Plus hobi was gonna kill him if he sees what happened to his squeaky clean floors. Taehyung started cleaning, and managed to finish just in time for yoongi to be done and ready to go back to sleep. " let's throw you in the tub first, " taehyung says. " tae off your clothes" tae says. Yoongi starts with his soaking wet shirt. It's currently making him the most uncomfortable at the moment. It stuck to his skin. it was hard to get off. it clung to his skin but he managed to peel it off. He retch a few times at the smell but he got it off and threw it weakly onto the floor. taehyung had turned on the tub and set the temp, warm but not too warm. He turned back to yoongi about to peel off his undergarments. " I'll give you some privacy, tae walks out, he needs to rewarm the soup he cooked for his hyung earlier anyways. When's back he finds out yoongi managed to muster up the strength to get in the tub by himself.

" Hyung after you're done here, we're gonna get some food in you." yoongi groans and rolls his eyes. "I know I know hyung but after you can have a nap". After the bath, yoongi dried off and put on fresh clothes. He now sat at the kitchen table. He was freezing and his hair was still damp. " hyung, the food isn't gonna eat itself" taehyung says trying to cheer his hyung up. Yoongi picked up the soon. His stomach still wasn't in the right place, he felt empty but nauseated. He managed down as many bites as he could, slowly, he put down the spoon and held on to his middle. He had to keep his food down long enough for the meds to actually work this time. He was tired of feeling queasy. " You've eaten enough hyung, let's get those meds and head to the couch. It was a struggle to get the meds down. yoongi had no idea why hobi asked the doctor to make it in liquid form, he could have easily swallowed a few pills instead. Taehyung carefully got the spoon to yoongi's mouth, he was hesitant. He opened him out taehyung put the spoon carefully inside than out. Yoongi hands his eye's shut tightly together. He lets the liquid sit on his tongue. He's trying too hard not to gag. He ends up gagging anyways. yoongi clamps his mouth shut with his hand. Taehyung worriedly moves closer yoongi stops him in his track waving him off. The hand that clamps yoons mouth shut is now traveling to his stomach, he holds it there. Tae watches as he swallows down hard. he gags again but he gets the medicine down.

They sit on the couch and pick out something to watch. Yoongi tries to ignore the whirling sensation in his tummy. Tae notices his struggle and snakes a hand over to his belly, yoongi pushes it off with no explanation. They sit on the couch for a while, it is almost time for hoseok to come and release taehyung from his duty of caring for the ill. Taehyung is slowly falling asleep but yoongi is having a hard time getting some shut-eye. His stomach is raging and he's unbearably full. he tapes taehyung. " tae? " Tae's still knocked out. "Tae!" Tae wakes up. "huh? yes, hyung?" " my stomach not doing soo well... I feel sick.." yoongi cuddles up against taehyung. yoongi's sudden clinginess caught him off guard. " do you wanna go to the bathroom hyung?" " yeah, "yoons answers. As they rose from the couch the door unlocked. It was hoseok entering, He was finally home yoongi thought. He'd run to him if he weren't feeling soo awful. "hello! hoseok says upon entering. " hows our the patient doing" the stoped was in place. "he's nauseous again." once hosoek walked up yoongi placed all his body weight onto hosoek, wrapping his arms around him. " he's awfully clingy today hyung" tae says giggling.

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interesting-interludes · 2 years

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the comforts of creatures (1)

creature comforts:

↳ material/bodily comforts, such as food, warmth, or special accommodations, that contribute to physical ease and well-being

→ pairing: ot7 x fem.reader

→ genre: fantasy!au, soulmate!au, angst with a happy ending, fluff, hurt + comfort + recovery, eventual smut

→ word count: 2.1k

→ summary: you’re a prisoner here, but you can’t remember why. you can’t remember much of anything. not where you came from, not who you are, not even what you are. what happens when a pack of terrifying monsters breaks into the facility where you’re being held. not to kill you, but to...protect you?

→ content warnings: captivity (including forced sensory deprivation, effects of dehumanization), soul bond, violence, low self-worth, memory loss, protective!jin & jungkook

→ a/n: a completely self-indulgent hurt + comfort story that I wrote (and will most likely continue to write) in a frenzy because I wanted to read it :) if you’re excited to read more of this series please reblog and share your thoughts!!

series masterlist → next part

part 1: the rescue

Something seizes inside your chest. That’s the only word your sluggish brain can muster to describe it: something, foreign yet familiar at the same time.

After so many days—days? hours? weeks?—of feeling nothing but drowned sensations, it feels like a sledgehammer to the gut.

The sheer force of it wrenches a choked gasp from your lips, and it’s the loudest sound you’ve heard in a long while. One hand reaches up to clutch at your heart, the other gripping your forehead where a violent throbbing pounds at your skull.

The intensity makes you scramble along the stone floor until your back hits the wall, the only other thing in the room that can be used to ground you.

This...thing, it grips you harder than the cold, tighter than the hunger in the pit of your stomach.

Stinging tears brim in your eyes. Even though you’re alone in the room, something else, a deep something, tells you to choke them back before someone sees. Before the pain that always follows when you let them fall past your lids.

The thing feels like hope, desperate and burning white-hot. It feels like warmth and a sigh of relief.

It feels like something he would punish you for. Because things like you aren’t meant to feel things this good.

What sounds like an explosion reverberates through the thick concrete walls. The floor trembles. You can hear people screaming, guards shouting orders over the pound of footsteps.

The sensation in your chest continues to build, unbearably so, until the tendons in your lungs feel close to tearing.

The sound of shouting and fast footfalls begins to fade, moments later replaced by ones much louder, heavier, faster.

Gunshots in the distance, one after the other. Then a deafening roar. A nonhuman roar.

It’s all so loud. The noise presses against you from all angles, closing in until you can almost feel its weight.

You cup your hands around your ears, squeeze your eyes shut, curl into a pathetic ball but it still thuds in your head. Sharp and bruising and loud loud loud.

Not that you realize it, but you’ve been without light and sound for six days.

Your brain is slow to process what’s happening, struggling to make sense of the impossible.

Because he always said that no one knew they were there, that the wards were impenetrable. Even if someone got through the wards, who would be stupid enough to attack them at their own home base?

No one is coming for you, his voice slices through your thoughts. Why would anyone ever come looking for you? You are nothing.

The heavy footsteps draw closer, along with the sound of doors banging open.

You curl further into yourself, trying to block it all out. One of those disgusting creatures from the outside must have gotten in. It’s in their nature to seek blood and destruction, after all.

Maybe you’ll be lucky enough for a quick death. But...you’re not sure you deserve it.

You are nothing.

With a horrible creak of bending metal, the door is ripped off its hinges.

The sudden flood of light makes you flinch back and shield your face. The feeling in your chest thuds against your rib cage, like your heart is trying to escape your body.

You don’t move, can’t move. Not until a deep growl puts the fear of god in your bones.

It makes you peek through your fingers just enough to see what has caused the sudden flood of light.

The shape in the doorway is anything but human. Massive and powerful, it’s too big to be fully visible through the doorway. All you can see is four muscle-corded legs that end in clawed feet, trailing red behind them. The thing’s fur is matted with something dark and wet.

The creature bends down to peer into the room, exposing a skeletal head and sharp, dripping antlers.

You meet it’s black eyes, and something akin to recognition glints in the glassy surface. Your heart thuds almost painfully.

The creature tips it’s head back and howls, flashing several rows of wolf-like teeth.

It’s much too big to fit through the door, but it rams it’s head into it anyway. Distressed whimpers fall from it’s mouth as it bucks and charges at the wall. It dents the metal, desperate in it’s attempt to get to you.

Frozen. All you can do is shrink further into the corner of the room, closing your eyes and awaiting the inevitable. Hoping it’s quick, hoping that whatever happens afterwards is better than staying here.

The metal groans, beginning to warp and buckle under the force of the creature’s antlers as it slams into it harder and harder.

A beat of silence.

You open your eyes to find the creature stepping back as much as the hallway allows. It stomps it’s feet, flexing it’s hind legs.

Huffing out a grunt, it lunges forward to charge with all it’s might.

The metal finally gives out, tearing in jagged shards so the doorway is now a giant hole.

Your stomach drops as the creature lunges straight for you, too terrified to even close your eyes for the end of it all.

But the creature doesn’t rip you to shreds with it’s teeth, or maim you with it’s claws, or impale you with it’s antlers.

It nuzzles into the crook of your shoulder, a soft whine leaving it’s panting mouth. You feel it’s wet nose nudging you all over, sniffing like it’s searching for something.

Wet against your cheek. You realize that the thing is licking your face like a dog that’s been reunited with it’s owner.

Frozen, still. You can’t make your limbs move an inch, icy fear still stiff in your veins.

The creature retreats from poking and prodding you, still panting and mewling like an excited puppy. It hops a little on it’s strong legs, nodding it’s head at you expectantly.

You...have no idea what’s going on.

You should be dead by now. The beasts from the outside are supposed to kill anything and everything that crosses their path. They’re not supposed to yip playfully and nestle their huge forehead against yours.

The creature perks it’s great head like it senses something.

You assume that it must’ve realized that you’re prey, an enemy. Pinching your eyes shut, again, you wait for the end. Hopefully it’s a merciful one.

A moment later, you feel cold hands cradling your face.

Your eyes pop open.

You can’t decide if the man leaning over you is a corpse or a god. At the same time, wondering how beauty and death can exist in the same face.

A god, from the way his brown hair is pushed back from his forehead, the way his eyes are slanted so prettily. A god because he’s tall and demands respect with his presence, those broad shoulders and sharp jawline.

A corpse, from the was his full mouth drips with blood, running down his chin and neck. Two sets of yellowed fangs peek over the plush flesh of his lips. Dark purple veins peek through his almost translucent skin, showing the shadow of his skeleton underneath.

You feel his thumbs stroking your cheeks. Tears pool in his red, bloodshot eyes.

“Oh baby,” he says sadly, looking down at your flimsy clothing, at the fresh wounds covering your body.

It makes something burn in your heart, something like pain and healing at the same time.

The corpse-like man draws you closer, hugging you to his chest as he whispers out soft hushes and sweet nothings that sound like cotton in your dull ears.

And the more he touches you, the more the feeling flares. It’s close to unbearable, stealing away your breath, vision swimming.

The other creature shifts to the ground, curling around you in a way that’s almost...protective?

A name you don’t recognize falls from the man’s mouth, and just like that, your consciousness winks out like a flickering candle flame.

They found you. Months of desperate searching, following any and every lead, no matter how small or fleeting. Days at a time without sleeping, without eating.

Weeks of Yoongi locking himself in his room, tearing apart his grimoires, carving runes into his skin, trying every locator spell he knew to get even a whiff of your location.

After months of feeling empty, feeling like a piece of them was dead, they finally found you.

Once Yoongi broke through the wards, storming the facility wasn’t difficult. They may have technology, firearms and sheer numbers, but they don’t have primal fury.

Because their person, their final piece, was stolen from them.

As soon as they crossed the threshold, they felt it. A sudden pain in their chest, sharp and heart-wrenching.

She’s here, and she’s hurt.

They tore through the place in a feral rage, cutting down anyone that tried to obscure their path, because they did this. They’re the ones that kept you from them.

Jungkook plowed through the outer gates, the inner gates, the front doors. No one tried to hold him back as he sprinted through the storm of bullets.

Namjoon’s smoke shielded him, not that he needed it. The frenzy of finally being close to his mate after all this time would’ve made a few bullets feel like pinpricks.

He must’ve caught your scent, because the next moment he’s rearing his head back and roaring like he’s just been struck by an arrow.

Hoseok, Jimin, and Taehyung all hear it, shifted into their full forms throughout the facility.

The human part of them, the animal part of them, aches with the urge to seek you out themselves. But they have to take care of the ones who did this to you, because they’ll do it again if given the chance.

Jungkook will find you, he has the best nose out of all of them.

Bounding through the halls with renewed urgency, all that fills Jungkook’s head is she’s close she’s close where is she oh god where is she?

He can smell you, or he can smell your panic, and all he can think is don’t worry, I’m coming. Just hold on a little longer.

He comes to a hallway that reeks of pain and sorrow. It’s lined with bolted doors all the way down, each filled with prisoners that stink with lingering wounds.

Tearing the doors away one by one, peering into each room, he doesn’t stop until he reaches the end of the hall.

When he looks into this room, he sees a lone figure huddled in the darkness. A wave of fear floods his nose, then the stench of infection.

He howls. A bitter, provoked howl. The sound of a creature who’s mate is in danger.

Adrenaline pumps through his veins, fur bristling as he rears and charges at the doorway with all his might.

It takes several tries, but eventually he breaks through.

He doesn’t understand why wave after wave of fear is radiating off of you. He expected you to be relieved, to jump into his arms the second you saw him.

You’ve been their mate for years. Why are you shying away like you’re afraid of him?

When he finally breaks through the walls, you shrink so far into yourself that it looks like you might disappear.

Jungkook crowds you, sniffing you all over, searching for injuries.

He finds too many. Before he can let out another pained howl, he catches a whiff of another one of his mates.

Jin crashes into the room, looking furious and determined.

The same pleasant pain surges in the taller man’s own chest, stronger than it’s burned in months. The bite mark on his left wrist burns with it.

Jin drops to his knees in front of you, breathing in your scent for the first time in months.

Filth is smeared all over your skin. Your hair is shorter, much shorter. It looks as if it’s been cut with a blunt knife.

He too smells the infection. And the blood, of course he smells the blood.

“Oh baby,” he breathes out. “I’m so sorry. We came as soon as Yoongi found you.”

You’re staring up at him with wide, terrified eyes. And it looks like there’s nothing behind them. No relief, no recognition. Just confusion and panic.

“Baby?” Jin whispers, giving your shoulders and gentle shake, but you look as if you didn’t even hear it.

What the fuck did they do to you?

He hugs you close, your body feeling cold and weak in his hold.

He mumbles out apology after apology. I’m so sorry it took so long. I’m so sorry for what they did to you. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to stop them. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.

Something flutters in his lungs. When he looks down, he sees you take a sharp inhale.

He hangs onto that breath, waiting for you to say something, do something, anything other than sitting there shivering like you’re too scared to even flinch.

He calls your name, and you collapse in his arms.

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bultaoreunheyyy · 17 days

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Sleepyhead

Title: Sleepyhead

Word Count: 2261

Summary: Nothing can wake a sick Taehyung up when he’s sleeping, except for maybe a sneeze.

Sickie: Taehyung (snz/cold/flu)

Caretakers: Jimin, plus the others

A/N: I wrote this with Taehyung as the sickie, since he was #2 in this poll, and also wrote it with Jungkook (#1 in poll) for an upcoming scene in long sickfic w/out title so stay tune for that soon!

Jimin’s legs are falling asleep.

He shifts a bit back and forth on the couch, testing how much he’s going to be able to move without waking Taehyung, who’s currently using his lap as a pillow, but Taehyung only keeps snoring and doesn’t react in the slightest.

Jimin sets his book on the arm of the couch and slowly unfolds his legs from their crossed position. He stretches one foot out in front of him, then the other, pointing his toes forward and sighing in relief at the pull in his aching muscles. He shifts again, leaning slightly to one side until he feels a satisfying pop in his back. He rolls his shoulders a few times for good measure and then carefully palms Taehyung’s forehead.

Taehyung is still warm, still feverish, but it’s to be expected. Jimin cards his hands through the sleeping man’s hair, smoothing it all back from his face until it’s fanned out around his head.

Suddenly, Taehyung’s nose twitches, and Jimin sighs because he knows what’s coming next. He reaches over and plucks two tissues from the box that’s resting between Taehyung’s arm and the back of the couch, bringing them up to Taehyung’s face as he waits for the inevitable.

Taehyung’s current snore breaks off into a half-snort, half-cough, and his eyelashes flutter. His nose twitches again, his reddened nostrils flaring wide, and then Taehyung sniffles hard enough that his nose scrunches up.

“Poor thing,” Jimin murmurs as he watches Taehyung’s struggle. “Can’t even get a nap in without needing to sneeze.”

Taehyung’s lips part and he sniffles again, the sound more insistent this time. Jimin tucks the tissues around his nose and Taehyung’s eyes open just a fraction.

“Hhng,” he whines softly, congestion stopping the sound from coming out fully.

Jimin peers down at him. “Hey, Tae. Go ahead and sneeze. I’ve got tissues.”

“Huh?” Taehyung’s brows furrow.

Jimin pats him on the chest. “Go ahead.”

“Go…” Taehyung pulls in a shaky breath. “Hhg?”

With a soft laugh, Jimin nudges the tissues against Taehyung’s nose, but the sneeze never comes. Instead, Taehyung lets out a tiny, weak cough and then blinks hard several times, trying to keep his eyes open for long enough to focus on Jimin’s face.

“That tickles,” he whispers, bringing one hand up to paw at his nose. His hand bumps Jimin’s hand and he whimpers when he can’t push the offending ticklish tissues away.

“Oh,” Jimin chuckles, quickly pulling the tissues away from his nose. “I thought you were gonna sneeze. Sorry. Go back to sleep.”

After a long pause, Taehyung tries to open his eyes again. “Don’t wanna…sleep.”

“Do you want to blow your nose first? Here, go ahead.” Jimin situates the tissues around Taehyung’s nose once again. “Blow.”

Taehyung snorts and sniffles but does not blow his nose.

Waiting patiently, Jimin pats Taehyung on the chest again. Taehyung doesn’t respond. With one hand, Jimin fishes his phone out of his pocket to text Jungkook, asking him to bring a cool compress and some other supplies.

Just when Jimin thinks Taehyung has fallen asleep again, he turns his head just slightly and sniffles wetly before he murmurs, “Jimin?”

“I’m right here. Go ahead and blow your nose.”

“Wanna go on a walk,” he murmurs instead after another full minute of silence.

“A what?” Jimin laughs. “Taehungie, dear, you can’t even stand right now. No walks today, okay?”

Taehyung doesn’t hear him. He’s already asleep again.

He doesn’t truly wake up after that for a few more hours, instead drifting in and out of consciousness, feverish and exhausted.

During that time, Jungkook brings a new fever patch and a cool compress along with a much needed cup of coffee for Jimin.

“You’re a lifesaver,” Jimin moans into his coffee cup.

“You’re gonna get sick too, you know,” is Jungkook’s reply. While he’s been very attentive to both his and Taehyung’s needs, continuously checking on both of them and bringing anything Jimin asks for, he’s worried about germs and he’s sure to let Jimin know everytime he comes near.

“I have a great immune system,” Jimin counters.

Jungkook nods knowingly and leans on the back of the couch, his hand traveling to the back of Jimin’s neck. He massages there for a few minutes, and Jimin moans because he’s been sitting on the couch for the entire day and Jungkook’s strong hands know exactly how to find the knots in the neck.

When he’s done, Jungkook reaches down and briefly runs his fingers through Taehyung’s hair in a comforting gesture, but he’s quick to pull away.

“I’m gonna go wash my hands,” he says. “And go breathe some fresh air. Text me if you need anything.”

“Will do,” Jimin replies, smiling gratefully.

Taehyung doesn’t move a muscle, staying sound asleep throughout the entire exchange.

It’s a little while later when Seokjin brings Taehyung’s next dose of medicine out to the living room.

“Has he been this warm this entire time?” He asks Jimin, hand on Taehyung’s forehead.

“No.” Jimin shakes his head. “It’s just in the past fifteen minutes or so that he’s been pretty hot. It’s definitely time for more meds.”

Seokjin slides his hand down to cup Taehyung’s cheek. Taehyung’s eyelashes flutter, but he doesn’t wake, and Seokjin just doesn’t have the heart to wake him up. “He still has fifteen more minutes until he’s due for another dose,” he reasons, pressing the backs of his fingers to the side of Taehyung’s warm neck with a frown. “I’ll go grab him some water first.”

Seokjin brings water and then leaves after about ten minutes, promising to return soon but letting Jimin have the task of waking Taehyung up.

“I just don’t have the heart to wake him,” is his excuse when he looks at Taehyung’s flushed, sleeping face.

“I understand.”

After Seokjin leaves, Jimin realizes he’s starting to sweat under the warmth of Taehyung’s body. He also needs a bathroom break, so he eases himself off the couch and stretches his arms above his head. Taehyung snuffles but otherwise remains asleep. When he returns from the bathroom, it takes Jimin another five minutes to properly coax Taehyung awake, and he only stays awake long enough to let Jimin prop him upright and tip the medicine into his mouth, and then he swallows one single sip of water before he’s out again.

Taehyung is still snoring away in Jimin’s lap when Hoseok and Yoongi return home from their long meeting.

As soon as Hoseok is through the door, Jimin can hear him loudly explaining something to Yoongi, boisterous and full of energy like usual. When Yoongi spots Taehyung asleep on the couch, though, he puts a finger to his lips. It takes Hoseok a second to see him, and when he realizes he spins around.

“Oh! Sorry,” he whispers when he sees Taehyung and Jimin on the couch.

Jimin just smiles and goes back to his book, tightening his arm around Taehyung protectively. Taehyung doesn’t even stir.

When Namjoon comes to find Taehyung, he’s still sleeping in Jimin’s embrace.

“I was thinking of making him a doctor appointment,” Namjoon tells Jimin, keeping his voice low. He settles on the arm of the couch and reaches down, rubbing his hand up and down Taehyung’s arm. “I don’t really want to do it without his input but I haven’t been able to catch him awake all day.”

Jimin chuckles and sets his book down. “I say go ahead and make it. Earlier he was agreeable to the idea of going to get shots and maybe an IV if he wasn’t feeling better.

Namjoon nods. “Okay. Will do. We can always change it later.” Glancing down at Taehyung, fondness mixed with a bit of worry in his expression, he sighs. “And how are you feeling?”

“So far, so good.” Jimin gives a thumbs up. He reaches down and brushes his fingers over Taehyung’s forehead. “Hopefully I’ll avoid catching this. He’s been having a rough time.”

Taehyung murmurs something in his sleep and Jimin draws his hand back. Taehyung remains asleep, though, and soon he goes back, cupping his face and rubbing his thumb back and forth across his fever-hot cheek.

“I’ll text you the details in case you want to share with Tae when he wakes up and I'm not here,” Namjoon says, and then he leaves to make the phone call.

Jimin picks up his phone and sees that he has three texts from Jungkook, all asking if he wants something: want me to pick up more tissues at the store? and want to go to the movies on saturday if tae is better? and I’m by the cafe do u want another coffee?

He’s replying to the texts– yes, sounds fun, and YES PLEASE– when he hears a sound across the room.

“Oh.” Yoongi’s standing in the space between the couch and the kitchen, a cup of steaming hot tea cradled between his hands. “I didn’t realize he was still sleeping.”

“Poor thing is so tired,” Jimin confirms.

Yoongi walks over and sets the tea on the coffee table and then disappears back into the kitchen. A short while later, he returns with two more mugs, one for himself and one for Jimin.

They sit and sip on their tea. Taehyung sleeps on. Even when they’re done, and Jimin is ready to get back to his book, Taehyung is still asleep, snoring away with his head in Jimin’s lap.

“I’ll make him more when he wakes up,” Yoongi says with a small smile. He picks up the mug, freezing when Taehyung suddenly sniffles.

Jimin looks down and sees Taehyung’s eyelashes fluttering. He reaches down and rubs his chest, waiting for him to fall back asleep or wake up. Yoongi sets the mug back down on the coffee table in case it’s the latter, and Taehyung’s lips part with a small whimper.

“Hey,” Jimin says, rubbing his chest some more. “It’s okay, Tae. You can go back to sleep if you want.”

Taehyung’s eyebrows furrow. “Nnndhh.”

“Shh, you’re okay.”

Taehyung’s nostrils flare, and Jimin’s eyes widen. “Oh!” He quickly grabs a tissue and holds it up to Taehyung’s face. Nose twitching, Taehyung sucks in a breath, and then his eyes flutter open only to slam shut in the next second as a massive sneeze barrels out of him.

The sneeze is so loud that it makes Jimin’s ears ring and Yoongi, despite having seen it coming, clasps a hand to his chest in surprise.

A minute later, Namjoon, Hoseok and Seokjin all come out to check on Taehyung.

“Sounds like someone is awake,” Namjoon says with a smile.

“That was some sneeze, Tae,” Hoseok comments. “Bless you!”

Jimin and Yoongi chuckle and watch as Taehyung sniffles and paws at his nose, eyes half closed.

“Still waking up,” Namjoon amends his earlier statement.

There’s a sudden loud knock on the door– it sounds more like a kick– and Seokjin hurries over to check the peephole. He opens the door immediately to reveal Jungkook standing there with two trays filled with various to-go beverages.

“Sorry,” he grins. “I didn’t have any hands to knock.” He looks past Seokjin and spots Taehyung sitting up on the couch, hair sticking up in all directions as he scrubs at his red nose. “Oh, shit, did I wake him up?”

Seokjin shakes his head. “Nope, he just woke up a few minutes ago.” He takes one of the trays and carries it into the living room.

Jungkook passes out iced coffees to everyone, and a cup of hot tea to Taehyung. “The barista said it’s sweet, but good,” he says, and Taehyung smiles blearily up at him before taking a sip. He still looks half asleep, and a minute later he’s handing Jimin his cup and sliding back into a reclining position.

“Anyone want to keep me and Taehyungie company?” Jimin asks the room. “We can put on a movie?”

Jungkook nods and chooses the seat furthest from the pair. He pulls his knees to his chest, sipping on his iced coffee and giving a pleased hum.

Taehyung is asleep again before the movie even starts. They keep the volume low, but Taehyung is a dead weight against Jimin, snoring softly and not so much as flinching even when one of them laughs or the movie gets loud. As the movie is ending, though, he moans softly, his eyelashes fluttering. Jimin runs his fingers through his hair and smiles down at him.

“You waking up, sleepyhead?” He asks.

Taehyung’s face scrunches up. He doesn’t open his eyes, but he rolls over halfway until he’s on his side, nuzzling his nose against Jimin’s stomach. He sniffles, a low whine in his throat when Jimin pats his hip.

“Let’s get you to your bed, hmm?”

Very slowly, Taehyung opens one eye, then the other. He peers up at Jimin and hunches forward like he’s trying to curl up into a ball. He starts to move one hand up towards his face, but it smacks into Jimin’s elbow. He whimpers congestedly in frustration.

And then, he sneezes.

It’s not particularly loud, as far as a Taehyung-sneeze goes, but it is aimed directly at Jimin, completely uncovered, and forceful enough that it shakes the entire couch.

For a moment, there’s nothing but silence.

“Wow,” Jungkook eventually says from across the room. He has a blanket wrapped around his entire head and body like he thinks it might help shield him from the germs. “Ohh, yeah. You are so gonna get sick, Jimin.”

#bts sickfic #sickfic #bts snz #sick bts #fever #sick taehyung #caretaker jimin #caretaker seokjin #caretaker hoseok #caretaker yoongi #caretaker jungkook #caretaker namjoon #bts hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort #taehyung snz

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sickonthedancefloor · 3 months

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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

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soft-for-yoongi · 7 months

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Fever dream Taehyungie. I read some fics with this and I'm hooked.

Choose whoever you like as the caregiver and whatever other sickness you want to add. I have no problem with emeto 💜

Fever Dreams, Hyung's Don't Leave (sick TH)

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Sick: Taehyung

Caretakers: ot7, Yoongi, Jungkook, Seokjin

Tw: emeto, vom**, mentions of nausea, stomach pain, dizziness, fevers, nightmares, puking

Word count: 1744

Thanks for the request, anon!! I really enjoyed this, and I hope it's what you had in mind 🫶

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Cold. Taehyung was so so cold. And... where are his hyungs? One second they were right there, and now it's all dark? They were with him before he got sucked into dreamland? But now he feels freezing and so... alone. "Hyungs?" Taehyung wants to reach out but his arms feel like lead and won't cooperate.

Shadows were growing around him and his brothers were becoming distant, his cheeks are wet with tears and he wants to yell for them to come back but the sounds don't make it past his throat. Did they really leave him?

"Taehyungie!"

He woke up with a sharp gasp, almost instantly dissolving into tears that wrack his frame. Yoongi is quick to pull him into an embrace, cradling his head into his chest. Despite the younger being taller than he is, Taehyung looks so small in the rapper's arms. "You're burning up, Taetae." Yoongi says, feeling warmth radiating off of the younger's skin.

"I'm c-cold... w-wh-where are the others?" Taehyung's head perks up, eyes wide and scared. The dream felt so vivid. "Hyungie, are they gone?" Taehyung suddenly tries to stand up, pulling away from Yoongi's grasp.

"Woah, careful." Yoongi rushes to help Taehyung and sits him back down with little effort needed. "They're okay, Taehyungie." He comforts, rubbing his back in circles. "I-I need to see them, h-hyung—" Taehyung cries, gripping onto Yoongi like a lifeline.

"Shh, okay. Let me get Jinnie and the others." Yoongi takes out his phone, frantically spamming Seokjin's number. All of Taehyung's weight is up against Yoongi and the flow of tears has him biting his lip in worry. "Yoongi-ah?" Seokjin sheepishly walks into the room, rubbing his eyes and taking a split second to register Taehyung.

"Oh, Taehyungie, baby." Seokjin rushes over, petting and soothing over his hair as Taehyung instinctively reaches for the eldest. "H-hyung... I thought you left me." Taehyung mumbles, breaking out in tremors and moving to wrap an arm around his stomach.

"Of course not, baby. Gosh, you're so warm. Yoongi, what happened?" Seokjin turns to the rapper. "He was dreaming, kept calling out for us and now he's got a fever." Yoongi explains. They both look at Taehyung with pity, thinking on what to do. "We have to give him some medicine, he's way too hot." Seokjin concludes.

"No—I need to see Jiminie a-and Namjoon-hyung—" Taehyung sniffles, hiccuping between words. Yoongi sadly rubs his back, turning to Seokjin. "Aw Taehyungie... how about we go to the living room and I'll get the others?" Seokjin offers, using his thumb to wipe away the tears. Taehyung nods approvingly, somewhat calming down.

They go on either side of the younger, helping him to the lounge. Yoongi flicks on a couple lights, putting them on the dimmest setting. Taehyung reaches for Yoongi and he gladly holds him on the couch. Seokjin starts off at the closest bedroom. Jimin and Hoseok's.

"Hoseokie? Jiminie?" He calls into the dark room, walking in to find the two curled in each other's embrace, both their beds pushed together. They start to stir after a few taps. "Sorry guys, Taehyungie is sick and a bit emotional. Can you both comfort him in the living room?" Seokjin explains in a hushed voice. It wakes them up and Jimin's eyes are already glistening with worry. "Of course, hyung." Hoseok replies. Onto the next bedroom.

"Namjoon-ah?" Seokjin hears the snoring cut off. "Hmmg..? Hyung?" The leader groans. "Can you go to the living room, please? Taehyungie has a fever." He says, gaining a hum as Namjoon swings his legs out of bed. And now, the maknae.

"Kookie?" Seokjin moves straight to the bed, gently rubbing over Jungkook's thigh. "Jungkook-ah." He tries again, making the lump roll over. "Taehyung needs you, Bunny." And that finally wakes him up. "Huh..? Is he okay?" Jungkook rubs his eyes, making a move to get up. "Fever, bad dream." Seokjin summarises, letting the youngest follow him back to the living room.

Taehyung is still next to Yoongi but Jimin is giving him a kiss on the cheek, Hoseok tying back his hair and Namjoon is standing nearby, not wanting to crowd the boy. "Taehyungie-hyung?" Jungkook says when he catches sight of the second youngest. He looks up from the couch and is visibly relieved. "You g-guys didn't leave?" Taehyung's lip quivers. The six of them butt in to reassure Taehyung, telling him they love each other way too much to even fathom the idea.

"Taetae, do you feel well enough to take some medicine?" Yoongi asks, all too aware of the sticky heat coming from the singer. He's still so out of it. "Mm.. I don't know." Taehyung pouts, "does anything hurt? Your ears, throat, head, stomach?" Jimin asks, kneeling down in front of Taehyung. "Tummy.. and my head feels dizzy." Taehyung concludes, just now picking up on the nausea washing over him in waves.

He shivers and curls up to Yoongi. "Hyung... I think I'm gonna throw up." Taehyung whines, face squashed into Yoongi's shoulder. "Aish–right now?" Yoongi looks to Hoseok for help, "I'll get a bag—" Hoseok dashes off, right as Taehyung moans in discomfort, chills going up and down his spine. Seokjin leaves to grab some towels and medicine. Namjoon and Jungkook take a seat on the other couch, talking to each other worriedly.

Hoseok comes back with a puke bag, quickly handing it to Taehyung who grips it shakily. "You're okay, Taehyung-ah." Yoongi starts rubbing up and down his back, sympathising when he feels his muscles clench and a dry gag escapes. Taehyung feels like he's on a merry-go-round, he's not enjoying it. Before he was cold and lonely, now he's covered in sweat, about to heave up his dinner. What a night.

He looks up from the bag, noticing Seokjin returning and all his brother's concerned faces. It makes him think back to his fever dream and a tear slips before a nasty heave takes over. It leads to a string of drool and acidic taste in his throat. Jimin uses his small hand to wipe away the tears, moving to sit next to Taehyung. "Let it up, Tae." Yoongi slips into daegu satoori, hoping to comfort the younger some.

Taehyung sucks in a deep, shaky breath before bringing up a mouthful of sick. It gets the momentum going and before he can relax, another bout exits him. "We're right beside you, Taetae. You're doing great." Hoseok comforts, looking away from the puke bag but also trying to support his dongsaeng.

Taehyung retches, spine curling over as he vomits. He feels so hot and sticky, tshirt plastered to his back. Seokjin uses a damp cloth to wipe Taehyung's forehead, holding it on as he coughs into the bag. "Namjoon-ah, can you get the thermometer please?" Seokjin asks, tone filled with concern.

"Sure, hyung." Namjoon responds quickly. "Ughh—my tummy doesn't feel good.." Taehyung whimpers, fingers still clutching the bag. Jungkook watches with sympathy. "Poor baby, Taehyungie. You'll feel better soon." Jimin rubs the 95's knee, Yoongi tracing along his back.

Taehyung doesn't feel like he'll ever get better. He would make another statement that he's dying, but a painfully dry heave cuts him off. It highlights just how empty Taehyung now is. But his stomach sets him off anyways, into endless (about 3) empty gags. "Tae-yah it sounds like you're finished. Wanna try relax a little?" Yoongi points out, slowly easing the younger's grip on the bag.

"Yoongi's right, Taehyungie. I'm sure Jungkook's happy to give you some company on the couch?" Seokjin smiles, and Taehyung swallows down a retch before weakly nodding. Yoongi manages to take the bag, making note to keep it away from Hoseok's general direction before disposing of it.

Seokjin and Jimin wipe down Taehyung's face, just as Namjoon comes back with the thermometer, holding it out. "Ah, thanks Joonie." Seokjin says, grabbing the device and hovering it over the second youngest's forehead. It beeps and reads, "39.1° (102.4°)" Seokjin says out loud, "shit. Taehyungie, you're really warm, how about we take your shirt off?" The eldest adds.

Taehyung nods, face blank and zoned out. "Arms up," Jimin helps take off the top, leaving Taehyung exposed on the couch. "Can I lay down with Jungkookie?" Taehyung looks up at Jin, then glances at the youngest. "Of course, Kookie? Is that okay?" Seokjin turns to Jungkook, who responds with a reassuring nod. Jungkook motions for Taehyung to come closer. With Hoseok's and Jimin's aid, Taehyung gets nestled on Jungkook's chest, both of them long ways on the couch. Jungkook has an arm tucked around Taehyung securely, while he listens to the soothing rhythm of Jungkook's heartbeat.

"Promise not to be sick on me?" Jungkook jokes, retracting the statement when Taehyung frowns sadly. "I'm sorry you're not feeling well, hyungie. You can throw up on me, that's fine." Jungkook kisses Taehyung's temple, ruffling his hair at the same time. At least that gets Taehyung to whimper-laugh, his body still isn't happy with him.

Before Taehyung lets himself drift off, he opens his eyes and scans the room. He sees five pairs of eyes staring back lovingly, the elder members smiling at the fondness between the two youngests. "Don't worry, Taehyung-ah. We'll be right here when you wake up." Yoongi hums, beginning to settle on one of their armchairs, letting out a huff when Jimin sits on his lap, but not making him move either. Fully reclining the other couch, Hoseok is comfortably squished between the leader and Seokjin.

"Okay, I love you, hyungs." Taehyung murmurs softly. He surrendered to the warmth of Jungkook's embrace, the presence of his brothers soothing him to not worry about any more dreams.

Hours passed and they slept semi-comfortably. Seven people in one living room was a lot. Slowly, Taehyung stirred awake, greeted by the gentle caress of Jungkook's hand on his head. Blinking away the sleep, he found himself still tucked up to Jungkook. "Hey there, sleeping beauty." Jungkook whispered.

Taehyung grinned weakly, "did I throw up on you?" He asked, voice raspy but amused. "Not this time, hyung." Jungkook chuckled. The lounge room was bathed in a morning glow, Taehyung noticed his other hyungs, still there and their expressions more relaxed. The worry he felt during his fever-induced dream was replaced by comfort, yes he was still uneasy but he now had some support.

"I told you we wouldn't leave, Taehyungie." Jimin chims in, perched on Yoongi's lap. "Thank you, Jiminie-hyung."

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crystalsnow95z · 6 months

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so i actually dreamed this other night lol. could u do something with early bts (2013-14) and they’re at the airport for whatever reason, and jk starts feeling really sick but tries to endure/wait it out thinking it’s just nerves. he feels even worse and starts panicking and tells jin he thinks he’s gonna puke. jin just rushes him to a bathroom and jk starts puking really hard and crying. jin just holds him and comforts him cuz he’s never seen jk in such a state. the rest can be up to u :)

Oh gosh.. I usually don't use a certain timeline and ive never actually been on a plane..so this will be a challenge. I hope its accurate 😅

Sorry it took so long. I hope you haven't forgotten about your request 😅

This is our first time performing outside of Korea..I've been studying the Japanese lyrics but I'm still so nervous..my stomach hurts like crazy..

Jungkook leans his head on Taehyung's shoulder, trying to discretely rub his knotting abdomen. "I'm so scared, Taehyung-sii.." He whispers, confiding in the second youngest.

"It's okay Jungkook-ah.. we spent all night going over the lyrics together, and we got the moves down pact. There's nothing to worry about." Taehyung takes his hand, giving it a squeeze. "Do you want to go over them again?"

Jungkook shakes his head. "I don't want to lose my voice.. my throats already a bit sore.."

"Is Junggukkie okay?" Jin asks when he sees the youngest huddled close to Taehyung.

"Yeah he's okay. He's just nervous about tomorrow." Taehyung answers for him.

"You'll do fine Jungkook-ah. We've been practicing for months. You did it perfectly yesterday." Namjoon reassures him.

"Right.. thanks, Hyung.." Jungkook gives him a smile, but despite not feeling as nervous, his stomach still gurgled uncomfortably. The car came to a stop, Jin opening the door to lead them through the airport, everyone trailing behind.

They weren't big enough to use the private entrance, but they still had fans calling for them. He bowed to every single one of them, but each time he folded over his middle, he only ached more. I have to get used to all these eyes on me..

He grabbed onto the back of Yoongi's backpack holding the small strap tightly in his hand, temporarily blinded by one of the camera flashes he accidentally looked right into.

Yoongi takes his hand, leading him to get his passport checked. "You okay, Jungkook?"

Jungkook nods. "I'm okay. There are too many flashes..That's all." he presented his passport and ticket to the airport staff, trying to focus on the staff in front of him.

"Could you lower your face mask?" The woman asks politely.

Jungkook takes it off one ear, startled by a scream when he does this, several more flashes go trying to get a clear shot of his face. He grabs onto his closest hyung, gripping their shirt sleeve. All the attention was making him feel queasy.

"You okay Jungkook-ah?" Hoseok asks when he feels the younger grab him. He didn't mind it, wrapping his hand around Jungkooks. "You're sweating.. take your passport back, and we'll get settled on the plane."

Jungkook nods, turning to the lady who took it. "Is it okay?"

"Yes, all is well. Here you go. Have a safe flight." She smiles, holding out the passport. Jungkook's hands shook when he grabbed it, quickly putting it back into his carry on.

Jungkook tried to wait quietly for everyone to get their documents checked, but his stomach churned violently,making him feel weak. His knees threatened to buckle underneath him. I can't do this..

Jungkook urgently pulled on the eldest, trying to get his attention. "Hyung.. Jin..I..I don't feel good.. please?" He pulls aggressively on his sleeve, making him lose balance.

"Thank you Sir.."Jin puts his face mask back in place,quickly bowing to the man helping him and taking his passport back and turning to Jungkook. 'What's wrong Jungkook-ah?"

Jungkook holds his middle, his stomach giving another painful grumble, the acid trying to rise up. "I'm..I'm gonna be sick.. Hyung I need.." a wet burp stopped his words, clamping his hand over the face mask. "Hyung.." Jungkook whimpers, his doe eyes watering.

"Okay. Dont panic, i got you.."Jin starts pulling Jungkook through the airport, trying to spare him from getting sick in front of all those people.

"Hyung, where are you going?" Namjoon called to him with confusion when Jin doesn't slow down."That's the wrong way Hyung.."

"I need to take care of Kook. You take the others. I'll catch up." Jin quickly calls back, dragging his ailing dongsaeng through the crowd. Jungkook clung to his arm for support, swallowing down the bile that filled his throat. "I know, I know.. we're almost there, honey.." Jin cooed, pushing through the crowd until he finally found the bathroom.

Jungkook was trembling with effort, struggling to get his body to keep moving. He wanted to tell Jin to slow down, the quick pace only making him feel worse, but he knew the moment he opened his mouth to speak, he'd throw up.

As soon as Jin slowed down to check for an empty stall, Jungkook felt the hot sick push its way up, unable to swallow it down. Jungkook felt the warmth fill up the face mask, gagging again at the smell.

"Sh*t..Jungkook-ah.." Jin pulls him into the nearest stall, removing the soiled face mask from his face and discarding it.

Jungkook dropped to his knees in front of the toliet, Jin hardly having time to lift the seat before the next wave hit the younger. He heaved loudly, the contents of his stomach pushing up and spraying the back of the toliet. "I..I'm sorry Hyung.." he sobbed in-between gags, splashing more sick into the toliet.

Jin kneeled next to Jungkook, rubbing his back to try to comfort him. "You're really sick baby, it's okay. You don't have to be sorry for being sick. It's not your fault."

"Seokjinnie-hyung! Jungkook-ah! We need to get on the plane. There's not much time left until take off we need to go." Hoseok called urgently, looking for them, freezing when he heard Jungkook bleaching up more sick.

The flight.. the tour.. I can't be sick right now.. I'll let my hyungs down.. they trusted me to be lead vocals.. I'm letting them down..

Jungkook's stomach rippled with guilt, his breath coming out more ragged as panic set in. He tried to hold the sick down and rise to his feet, but it just erupted out of him anyway, his legs shaking violently. He hardly made a few inches off the cold tile floor before his legs become jello again, unable to support him

"Jungkook-ah it's okay, it's okay. Don't try to get up. Just let it all out.." Jin reassures Jungkook, feeling his spine arching as another round of sickness hits him,holding his bangs back as more undigested rice hits the water.

"Hoeseok-ah go on without us. T-tell the others Jungkook is too sick right now.." Jin tried to keep his voice steady, cursing himself when hears it shaking,stammering over words. He needed to be strong for the younger members.

Hoseok covered his mouth, his stomach churning at the sound of Jungkook. He wouldn't let his weak stomach win, swallowing down the bile that tried rising. I can't get sick now, Hyung needs me to tell the others... "Okay, I'll tell them. Do you need anything?"

"Focus on the flight, please? I'll take care of Jungkook.." Jin sends J-hope away, focusing all his attention to Jungkook. "Don't cry,hey.. it's okay. No one blames you. Please, Junggukkie, you need to calm down. You're only making it worse.."

Jungkook clenched the porcelain bowl tighter, his knuckles turning white. He tried to obey, but every time he tried to take a deep breath, more bile rose in his throat. "It..it..hurts Hyung.."

"I know baby.. I know.." Jin's heart thumped wildly in his chest, feeling overwhelmed by the situation. He had no idea how to calm down the mankae. I've never seen him so sick before.. he's sweating so much, I think he's running a fever.. what do I do? Should I have told Hoba to get help?

Jin tried gently rubbing Jungkook's stomach to try to give him some relief from the pain, feeling his muscles tightening underneath his palm as they pushed up another mouthful of thick bile. Jungkook whimpered, trembling in Jin's arms.

Does it hurt more when I touch him? Jin pulls away, going back to gently scratching up and down Jungkook's back. "It's okay, it's okay.. Hyungie is here, I got you.."

"You..you're g..na m..mi..s..the f..flig..ght.." Jungkook spoke in soft hiccupy sobs, Jin hardly able to understand him."I..i..t..m..f..au..t."

"Jungkook don't worry about that. I chose to stay with you. We'll figure that out when you're better. Right now all I care about is you. You need to breathe, you're gonna pass out.. please.. you need to stop crying..it's not the end of the world." Jin reassures the mankae, keeping his voice calm.

Jungkook nods, his body swaying. Each deep breath made his muscles scream with pain, clenching his teeth with a moan. He takes another deep breath, feeling his lungs fill with air that he desperately needed.

"That's it.. Good, good.. ah..are you gonna be sick again? It's okay.." Jin coos softly, smoothing out Jungkook's hair.

Jungkook shook his head, dry heaving with a whimper. He leans against Jin, trying to get warmth from the older member."I'm..i'm okay.." I..I don't have anything left in my stomach. It hurts. Make it stop.

Jin wraps around Jungkook, trusting him not to get sick on him, gently rubbing his stomach hesitating until he feels Jungkook softly sigh, gently circling his abs with more confidence. "Do you feel a little better now?"

"It hurts to breathe.. my stomach hurts.." Jungkook whimpered, his voice coming out as a raspy whisper. "And..I'm cold.."

"We need to get you out of that wet shirt..here Gukkie, sit up just for a minute okay?" Jin gently helps him sit up. "Arms up honey."

Jungkook lifts up his arms, Jin tugging the shirt over his head and quickly taking off his jacket and gently leading the younger’s arms into the sleeves, zipping it up.

"There..is that better Gukkie?" Jin asks, pushing Jungkook's hair out of his face.

The maknae nods, looking for his phone to check the time, eyes tearing up when he sees they missed the flight. Jin takes it away from him. "Th..the flight.."

"No Gukkie. Don't worry about that." Jin scolds softly, kissing his forehead. "I'll get us there. I promise. Just take it easy.."

Jungkook buries his face in Jin's shoulder. "I'm sorry.." He sniffles, trying to control himself. "I-I'm sorry.."

"Aiigo..it's okay.. I'm not upset. No one's upset with you. We'll just call the company and see what to do. Okay?" Jin hugs him close to him, rubbing the back of his neck.

Jungkook nods, sniffling to try to avoid getting snot all over Jin. "I..I think I'm..I'm okay now.. thanks for staying with me.."

#bts sickfic #bts boys #bts sickie #bts taehyung #bts namjoon #bts jhope #bts jungkook #bts jimin #bts fanfic #bts #bts jin #bts yoongi #sick!jungkook #bts emeto #bts caretaker!jin #bts jeongkook #sick!fic #tw vomit

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sickiesope · 2 months

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Energy boost

Sickie: Taehyung

Caretaker: Jungkook

TW: emeto

Taehyung woke up tired today. He didn't sleep the best and just feels overall sluggish. Taehyung can usually hide that he's tired and is good at covering up his yawning in public. But he just hates that feeling weighing him down. They're filming a short dance number for army today and he needs a lot of stamina.

Taehyung doesn't like coffee at all and doesn't understand how Yoongi can drink so much of it. He can't stand the smell or the taste. He's trying to think of another quick fix and wound up buying an energy drink. It's strawberry flavored so he figured he'd try it.

"Since when do you drink energy drinks?" Yoongi teases.

"It tastes better than that burnt hot bean water" Taehyung sasses playfully.

"Maybe, but coffee doesn't make you crash like those do" Yoongi smirks.

Taehyung found it tasted pretty sweet; a little too sweet from what's he's used to but he drank half of it and already feels a little more perky. It gives him more hope about the day. When finished his stomach feels.. weird. He drank that pretty fast. His stomach gurgles with the fizzy drink bubbling up. He burps and pauses for a minute. He feels the caffeine kicking in and rushes to get prepared.

The guys stand in position and Taehyung tries to stay still. He's all jittery and his stomach keeps going off. He doesn't know if anyone else can hear it and palms it cautiously.

"Everyone in place!"

The music starts playing and the choreography is fast pace. Taehyung's body keeps up with the movements but he regrets having that energy drink. The liquid swishes and sloshes inside his stomach with each jump and turn. It feels like his stomach is a bottle being shaken and bubbling up, ready to go off. But he can't stop now, they're halfway through the song. Then his stomach burbles and Taehyung stumbles and hiccups, almost tripping.

"Cut!" They all stop and look at him.

"Tae, why'd you stop?" Hoseok asks.

Taehyung wants to say his stomach hurts but doesn't want to throw off the day. He already messed up and doesn't want people getting mad at him. "I-I'm fine--" *he burps mid sentence.* Taehyung covers his mouth, flustered.

They all look at him strange. Yoongi is looking with concern. That wasn't exactly a small sized can he chugged.

"Ugh, sorry.. I'm sorry, I can keep going." Taehyung says quickly. He just wants to get through this.

"Hmm okay, let's try again" Hoseok gestures them to walk back to starting position. Taehyung puts a fist to his mouth and descretely burps again. He wants to think it helps but isn't sure. His stomach feels queasy and he worries he'll throw up instead. The cameras are going again and he definitely doesn't want that.

On the second take Taehyung isn't as fast, his stomach hurts with all the movements and sloshing. His body can't handle it and his stomach lurches. Taehyung hiccups again and bends over, holding his abdomen. Suddenly he belches and his stomach opens the floodgates, spewing out a fast large wave.

"Whoa Tae!" Jimin and Jungkook jump back, they were closest to him and just missed getting splashed. Taehyung can't say anything as his stomach is still forcing out it's contents.

The music stops and everyone is shocked at what just happened. Namjoon waves at the staff to stop the cameras and the members run to Taehyung. Taehyung falls to his knees clutching his middle. He sighs in disbelief but his stomach cuts him off with another hard retch. He pants and looks at the pink puddle on the floor. "Ugh, why did I have that?" Taehyung mutters.

Yoongi looks at the young vocalist sympathetically. "It's okay Tae, it could've happened to anyone."

Taehyung feels ridiculous and thought forsure they would scold him but everyone was benevolent and understanding.

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Taehyung wasn't thrilled about the car ride back. His stomach's still complaining after all that vomiting. He tries to rub it but he's so tired. Whenever the car hits a bump or a turn his stomach gurgles, making him moan quietly.

"Awwh hyung, that drink really upset your tummy huh?" Jungkook put his hand on Taehyung's stomach. Taehyung just nods as his sick stomach churns. Jungkook wants to help it and starts rubbing lightly "how does this feel?"

Taehyung hums approvingly, letting JK take over. The maknae's hands feel so nice. Taehyung yawns and leans on Jungkook closing his eyes. He's crashing. Jungkook looks and smiles fondly, shifting a bit to make it more comfortable.

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #sick!taehyung #caretaker!jungkook

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sicjimin · 1 year

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Could you do a mpreg fic where Jungkook is pregnant and has been having really bad morning sickness, he can’t keep anything down but he toughs it up but then there’s a point where he passes out in the bathroom after puking and one of the members catches him (could be Namjoon or Jin). Then OT7 is really worried for the baby and him so they bring him to the ER.

— Baby Scare —

a.n : another mpreg fic hereee ~ as always, i'm sorry for the looongg waiting. i hope you're still around, anon TT and sorry too for the lame ending, my brain stops here. It's a little bit hard to put all ot6 as the caretakers, so i only put 4 of them here. yeah, i hope this is up to your liking and what you wanted, anon 🫶🏻

tw : emeto, mpreg

"Hyungie .. do you have bag?"

Jungkook's soft voice causing Seokjin that sitting on the shotgun, and Taehyung beside him look at him, with worry. "Jungkookie ..", Taehyung calls, shifting his body to get a more proper look of the youngest that visibly look paler, and resting his head against the window. Hands fiddling around his lips as he keeps swallowing profusely. "Are you feeling sick again?"

Jungkook shut his eyes a little tighter, causing a wrinkle at the corner of his eyes, when the manager changes the lane—jostling his so much. "Mhm ..", he hums, not wanting to open his mouth as saliva pools in there.

Taehyung ruffles his hair, turning to meet Seokjin worried gaze as the older rummaging his bag, and fetch a little bottle water along with plastic bag. Things that been a "must-have" ever since Jungkook pregnant and apparently, morning sickness plaguing him hard. Just like today.

Taehyung accepts it, slowly opening the bag, "Want to take a sip of water?"

Jungkook opened his eyes, shaking his head weakly, while taking the bag from Taehyung—placing it under his lips as he immediately gagging weakly. A trickle of saliva hanging from his lips. Taehyung rubs his back soothingly, watching the way Jungkook grimaces in pain. "Hyung ..", Jungkook croakes out, breathing heavily as he feels nausea shooting up to his brain. He managed to clutch Taehyung's hand before he opened his mouth wide with a hollow-sounding belch, and a trickle of burning saliva ran out of his mouth. Jungkook hissed, feeling uncomfortable with prolonging nausea like this.

This is what he hated the most from being pregnant.

"Ssshh .. you're okay, Kook-ah. Don't force it", Taehyung mumbles beside him, tucking his long hair back.

"I'm not", Jungkook blows out a nauseated breath, making the bag puff bigger. He spits over it, before giving up and close the bag. "Water?", Taehyung offers again.

"We're only 15 minutes away, Kook", Seokjin chimmes from his seat. His tone calm but concerned. Jungkook grunts at the answer, accepting the water, and grimaces when the water swirling uncomfortably in his stomach. He scrunches his face as he push away the water—and opening the bag instead as the water immediately shoots up from his lips. Jungkook pants—throwing up always startles him, before he gags again ; it comes out as a shallow retch, that only made him let out another bit of water. He clutch Taehyung's hand and the bag tighter, as he could feel liquid slowly climbing up to his throat. Soon after that, a stronger heave swept through his body, and Jungkook bend further—squeezing his middle against his legs and almost slams his head to the driver seat if Taehyung didn't held him, closer to the bag as a hot surge of watery vomit erupted forth.

"Ahh ..", Jungkook moans, feeling gross with the sound of his own gag and trickling of vomit against the plastic. He shuddered, spitting out saliva, before he jerks forward again with a long, deep belch, and puke showered into the bag, filling it rapidly. Jungkook began to cough again, gasping for breath.

"Sssh .. breathe baby, breathe", Taehyung whispered, trying to sooth the boy. He cradled Jungkook in between his arm, holding the latter's forehead, as he tries to steady himself by squeezing the younger's hand tightly. Jungkook continues to hunch over the bag, as the next round, he forcefully ejected a thunderous shower of vomit—although most of it were water since Jungkook hasn't eat anything yet.

"Gosh .. you're so sick, Kook", Taehyung murmurs quietly. Seokjin nods, hasn't look away from the younger ever since he heard him vomiting. He's concerned with how much Jungkook has let out. This is the fourth time he's vomiting, and it seems like his stomach always found something to get out.

It takes 2 more round of heaving, before Jungkook seems done. He limps agaisnt Taehyung, that immediately tends him—wiping his wet lips and nose, and taking the bag from him. "We're almost arrived, okay?", he coos to the younger. He carefully helps him rest comfortably, rubbing Jungkook's back and shoulders.

5 minutes later, the manager stops in front of their dorm. Seokjin and Taehyung quick to be besides him, helping him to get in as he feels weak and exhausted. Jungkook groans, when he feels his stomach swirls as he get down from the car. And by the time he's on the front door, his stomach lurch—and he left both of his hyung, dashing to the bathroom with a loud gag.

"Kook!", Seokjin rushes after him, while Taehyung goes to the couch. "Is he sick again?", Jimin greets him, looking worriedly at the barely closed door. Where he can hear Jungkook's retch mixed with Seokjin comforting babbles.

"He throws up in the car earlier", Taehyung sighs, "It's not even 15 minutes apart .. he's so sick, Chim. I'm worried"

Jimin frowns, "That bad?", and Taehyung nods.

He didnt get to ask anything else as Jungkook emerges from the bathroom, with Seokjin in tow, and plops beside him. "Hi Kookie ..", Jimin greets, scooping the youngest to his arms. "Feeling better?"

Jungkook shakes his head, hands craddling his middle, "Nauseous .. my stomach cramps too", he whined softly, as he nuzzle his head to Jimin's shoulder.

"Do you want to rest in your room, Kook? You look pale", Jimin offered. Jungkook looks up at him, and nod tiredly, as Jimin carried him towards their shared room.

As they both walks upstairs, Taehyung trudge to the kitchen, where Seokjin been busy for awhile there. "What are you making, hyung?", he sits on the stool, watching the older moving around the stove, fridge, and cabinet swiftly. "Making soup for Kookie. Hopefully he can eat this", Seokjin mumbles, "He has thrown up his breakfast and lunch", he sighs—and Taehyung too. "Do you think we should bring him to the doctor?"

"Who to the doctor, why?", someone chimes in, making Taehyung jumps. "Hyung!"

Yoongi chuckles, "Who is sick?"

"Jungkook", Seokjin answers. "He throw up twice on our way back"

"Twice?", Yoongi furrows his eyebrows. "He hasn't eat anything since he throw up earlier while we're shooting?"

"That's what i'm saying hyung. Maybe we should bring him to the doctor?", Taehyung suggested.

Yoongi hummed lightly, thinking deeply for a moment, before Seokjin breaks it.

"Let's try this soup first, if he can take it, then i don't think we should. You know Jungkook hates hospital", Seokjin says, moving back to the stove, as he pours the lukewarm soup to the bowl. "I will bring this upstairs", he says after, "Yoon, want to come?"

Yoongi shakes his head. "Later, i don't want to overwhelm him with too much people in his room"

Seokjin nods, and trudge upstairs.

"Kook, let's eat?", Seokjin peeks from the door, seeing the pregnant male curled against Jimin that massaging his back. Jungkook whines, hiding under the blanket even further. "No .."

Jimin chuckles, "You should, Kook-ah .. you're empty. The baby must be hungry"

"I will throw it up again if i eat it. I'm still nauseous", Jungkook whines.

Seokjin sighed, rubbing Jungkook's back gently. "Well then... just try few bites. At least you have something in you, for the baby", he says softly.

Jungkook huffs, know that his hyung's words make sense. He toughs it up, as he slowly sits up, and took the bowl. He sniffed it. It smells good, but it also looks disgusting because of the yellowish color. The sight already makes his saliva pool—not in an appetizing way but in a sickly way.

"Should i?", he pleas, hoping that his hyung will let him eat later when his stomach isn't lurching left and right. "Can i eat it later?"

The question earns a small smile from Seokjin. He ruffled the messy mop of hair, "It's still warm"

Jungkook huffs, taking a small spoonful after a good minutes of pep talk with his stomach. It tastes good, and warm. It gives a little relief to his stomach. He didn't realize how hungry he is. He takes another spoonful—almost hopeful that he can finish it all. And the baby won't reject it.

But of course he didn't have that luck—looking at all the events he went through since morning.

"I'm full", he pushes the bowl, halfway eating it. Grimacing as he felt his stomach grumble in protest.

"Okay", Seokjin takes the bowl away, handing him water. "Do you want to take your medicine as well?"

Jungkook shakes his head, freezing as he suddenly felt a thick lump rising inside of him. His stomach was in knots and churning again now. He swallows, as he looks away. The thought of the taste of the meal that surges up to his throat, made him feel sick to his stomach, again.

"Kook?"

Jungkook still freezes. He feels a wave of nausea hit him, hard, and he had to quickly cover his mouth. Seokjin frowned, "Are you alright, Kook?"

Jungkook shook his head violently, scrambles to get out of the blanket as he answered by bolting into the bathroom with a muffled hiccup—leaving both of his hyung in shock.

He fumbles with the seat with shaky hands, as a croaking gag came from the back of his throat—pushing a mouthful of vomit puffing his cheeks. He went down on his knees and bent forward with his arms folded on his middle. It contracts again his arms as undigested soup rushing out of his mouth with a deep gag. The power is strong—even some of it spray from his nose, causing him coughing and gasps after.

"Kook-ah"

He barely can feels his hyung hand on his back and his hair with the ringing roaring in his ear and blood rushing under his skin. He feels too sick to register anything else, but pushing all of the soup out of his body. Jungkook chokes on the remaining bits lodging in his throat, before he bent further, diving his head deeper as a harder retch made his jaw drop open in a lock, and another gush of yellowish vomit poured into the toilet. He leaned into the motion, bending forward so none splashed onto the seat.

"Jungkook, breathe ..", Seokjin murmurs beside him. And Jungkook squirms under his touch, feeling icky and gross all over—before he throws up again, hard enough to hurt and makes his stomach cramps again— emptying what he manages to put. Jimin gulps at the sight, seeing the soup that Seokjin made still in it's full form, floating at the bowl. He takes a deep breath, focusing his attention to rub the youngest sweaty back.

Finally the queasy fit subsides, and the youngest slumps into his hyung, wheezing, breathing heavily. "How are you feeling now?", Jimin asks softly. The youngest looks up, wiping the spit off his lips with his wrist, sniffing. Then looks up to Seokjin, "Dizzy ..", he mumbles weakly, "Hyung .. i'm tired", he mutters, his eyes droopy.

And before Jimin nor Seokjin can react further, Jungkook passes out.

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The next time Jungkook wakes up, he finds himself wrapped up in soft covers and someone holding his hand. He groans, feeling his vision spin a little, and uncomfortable in his stomach. "Hyung ..?", he croakes out , blinking rapidly to adjust to the light. A pair of brown eyes looked at him with concern, "You're awake?", Yoongi whispers quietly, and Jungkook nods, smiling, despite icky feeling all over his body.

"Where am i?", he asks, feeling confused by the unfamiliar surroundings. He frowns as another wave of nausea hits him.

"Hospital", Yoongi answers forlonly. "You passed out last night, and we rushed here .. you scare us, Kook", he added, caressing the younger's cheek. "Are you feeling better now?"

Jungkook hums, "A little nauseous .. but okay", he looks at his stomach, rubbing it gently, "Is the baby okay, hyung?"

"They are okay .. they are strong", Yoongi chuckles. Jungkook smiles at hearing that, "Yeah, but they are the one that makes me here"

Yoongi grins, ruffling his hair, "You can rest more. You still look tired"

Jungkook hums, nuzzling further into his pillow, "Where's other hyung?"

"They will come later. They have been here all night", Yoongi answers, while patting his arms. The gestures making Jungkook even more sleepy. He yawns for the second time, and mumbling before letting sleep takes him, " 'm sorry hyung"

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!jungkook #caretaker!seokjin #caretaker!jimin #caretaker!taehyung #caretaker!yoongi #and again another mpreg fic

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comfortjoonie · 9 months

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Taejoon -- Overdrinking

hey guys! seems like a lot of you were interested in the overdrinking fic, so i made it. it's kinda bad lol. i tried my best.

TW: Emeto, alcohol, blood

“We should go home, hyung,” Taehyung says. He hands a glass of water to Namjoon and stands up from the bar.

Namjoon is too drunk to stand up without help. He’s exhausted and feels so sick and foggy. “F-fine, that’s fine,” he says, Taehyung helping him up. “I’ll call a cab.”

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When Namjoon stumbles into the hotel room, he nearly collapses immediately. Taehyung can hear his hyung’s stomach gurgling, knowing what it means, so he all but drags him to the bathroom and forces him over the toilet. He breathes heavily for a minute, trying not to throw up.

“Hyung, you should get it out of your system,” Taehyung says.

“No..don’t wanna..” Namjoon says, rubbing his eyes. He’s so hard to control when he’s drunk. Taehyung is lucky it’s 2am and Namjoon is exhausted, therefore way easier to manage. Usually he gets tired and feverish like this, and sometimes he gets a little panicked, like right now. Despite how big he is, Namjoon is a lightweight and always overestimates how much he can take. “Hyung, just let it up. You’re gonna feel better once you do.” Namjoon shakes his head and swallows. Taehyung touches his forehead. “You have a fever, hyung,” he sighs. Namjoon suddenly gags and liquid mixed with bile pours out of his mouth. He coughs and gags again. Taehyung knows this could easily go on all night with how much he drank. Taehyung hadn’t even noticed – he’d just gone to the other side of the bar and sat with a couple of girls he found interesting while Namjoon caught up with some friends from high school. At 1am, one of Namjoon’s friends had crossed the bar and told him they were leaving, but Namjoon was way too drunk to be by himself.

“I don’t know why you drank so much, hyung. And you barely ate anything today. You know better than this.” Taehyung is trying not to get frustrated, but he hates seeing Namjoon like this. Namjoon vomits again, shaking his head.

“I don’t know…” he says. He grimaces and leans back against the bathtub. Taehyung flushes the toilet.

“You need a bath, hyung, you’re sweating like crazy.”

“No…” Namjoon doesn’t want to get in the water. The pressure of water on his stomach will make him throw up again, he thinks. And he’s foggy, but clear enough to remember that every time he gets a fever, Taehyung makes him bathe in cold water, just like his mom did.

“If you take a shower, I’ll have to come in with you and make sure you don’t fall over or black out,” Taehyung says. “And I don’t want to get my clothes wet.” Namjoon sighs.

“Fine.”

Taehyung lifts Namjoon’s shirt off and strips him down to his boxers, running the bath. Namjoon is breathing heavily with his head hanging down, looking pained. “Hyung, get in now,” Taehyung says, helping Namjoon into the tub. “Just sit here for ten minutes, okay?”

Namjoon is shivering like crazy, and he can feel the next wave of vomit definitely coming.

“I’m gonna go grab you some water. If you feel like you’re gonna pass out, get out of the tub.” Taehyung leaves and fills up a glass with water, but when he hears a loud splash of water, he drops the glass on the floor and runs to the bathroom, not caring about the shattered glass on the floor. He rushes in the bathroom to find Namjoon, soaking wet, vomiting into the toilet again. He’s dripping water all over the floor. Taehyung leans down and rubs his hyung’s back. “Gosh, hyung,” he mumbles. “You need to be more careful next time.”

In between two gags, Namjoon responds. “S-sorry,” he whispers, then vomits again.

“Next time we go to a bar, I’m staying by your side the whole time.” Namjoon finishes and fumbles for the toilet paper. Taehyung takes a piece and wipes his mouth, then flushes the toilet. “I’m sorry you’re so sick, Namjoonie. Is there anything you need? Ice pack? Stomach rubs? Cuddles?” Namjoon shakes his head.

“Sleep,” he mumbles. Taehyung grabs a towel from the counter and drapes it over Namjoon. “Take off your boxers and dry yourself off. Taehyung looks away and Namjoon does so. Taehyung wraps the towel around Namjoon’s waist and helps him to the bedroom. Taehyung and Namjoon had requested a room with two beds – Namjoon usually hates having physical contact in his sleep – but they were only able to give them a room with one bed. It made Taehyung sad that his favorite hyung wouldn’t want to sleep with him, but he respected Namjoon’s choice to sleep on the floor. Except, when Namjoon’s sick, he always likes to share the bed with someone and have them close by. Taehyung grabs Namjoon’s pajamas and hands them to him, but Namjoon is shaking too badly to put them on. Taehyung helps him pull on his boxers, shorts, and socks and helps him into bed again. Namjoon is exhausted. Taehyung stays for ten minutes with him and makes sure he’s asleep before going to the bathroom to clean up. It’s 3am and he’s completely exhausted.

He grabs a towel and dries the bathroom floor, then grabs Namjoon’s boxers and hangs them to dry. He’s draining the bath when he hears a thud and a cry of pain, and he rushes to the kitchen to find Namjoon sitting next to the broken glass with blood on his hands and just below his ribs. He’d completely forgotten about the shattered glass. Taehyung runs over to Namjoon, seeing the blood on the glass and putting the pieces together. His shoes crunch on the glass. Namjoon has tears in his eyes. Taehyung curses loudly as he grabs Namjoon and drags him away from the glass.

“What happened? What were you doing here?”

“I tried to gr-grab water, and I slipped on the water here and fell on the glass.

“I’m so sorry, hyung, oh, gosh, I can’t believe this,” he curses again. Namjoon starts gagging and Taehyung grabs a bowl and brings it to Namjoon while he vomits, but nothing comes up and Namjoon sets the bowl aside. He doesn’t know what to do besides try and stop the bleeding. The cut on Namjoon’s stomach looks pretty mild, but it’s still bleeding a lot. Thinking quickly, he grabs a dishcloth and presses it against the wound. Namjoon’s hands are bleeding from catching himself, so Taehyung grabs another to wrap around his hands.

“I have no idea what to do, hyung,” Taehyung sighs and runs a finger through his hair. Namjoon looks like he’s about to pass out from the shock. Taehyung pulls Namjoon’s hair out of his face. “Stay awake, Namjoon-hyung. Don’t go to sleep.”

I have no motivation lol. This is where my brain ends. If you guys want a part two i might do it but idk. Sorry if this isn’t what you guys were hoping for.

#bts sickfic #kpop sickfic #sickfic #emeto #tw emeto #sick!namjoon #bts #btssickfic #caretaker!taehyung

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whats-k-popping · 2 years

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Hyungs Can Help (Pt. 2)

Summary: “It was just one sneeze, hyungs. I’m fine.” Still, they don’t look convinced. “Come on, we’re going to be late.” He all but pushes them out the door where their ride is waiting for them.

Pairing: OT7 - platonic intentions but ship how you want.

Words: 2570

Warnings: Graphic Descriptions of Cold Symptoms || Illness || Snz Content || Congestion || Snot || Induced Snz Content || Sick Member

See Also: Continuation of this request.

Inspiration: @btsnz so kindly tagged me in an ask they received regarding the original requested fic: "any chance for a part 2 with a still sneezy sick jk and the caring sneeze catching, nose cleaning hyungs. Like maybe he insisted on trying to record a song and he kept sneezing in the mic and the hyungs had to force him back to bed." I hope that anon sees this and enjoys it!

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Jungkook is on day eight of what he’s affectionately dubbing the ‘cold from hell.’ Thankfully, his fever had broken on day six. He managed to stay fever free on day 7. And he was finally feeling ready to resume his regular schedule. Some of the symptoms still lingered, still sniffling and sneezing more than normal. But that’s nothing that a travel pack of tissues couldn’t manage.

“Are you sure, JK. The managers said you could have the rest of the week off to let your body recover.” Jimin asks the maknae as he plows through his breakfast. For the first time in days, he feels hungry. He’s glad to have his normal appetite back.

“I’m sure, hyung. I feel fine.” Jungkook replies proudly, flashing a wide smile. Bits of food are stuck between his teeth, but it only adds to his charm. “Besides, it’s just meetings and recording. I couldn’t overdo it if I tried.” He’s so confident in his statement. He survived the ‘cold from hell.’ He feels untouchable.

Jimin wants to counter, but Yoongi beats him to it. “Just be careful today. You haven’t flushed it all from your system. If you overwork yourself, you could end up relapsing and getting sick all over again.” It’s not scolding, not meant to sway Jungkook’s decisions. Just fact. He’ll let Jungkook choose how he uses that information.

Jungkook doesn’t believe it. He beat the pricking fever. He beat the numbing aches. He beat the congestion. Nothing can knock him down again. He still chugs the glass of orange juice Seokjin pours for him. But just because it tastes good.

“Just promise us you’ll tell someone if it’s too much,” Namjoon sighs defeatedly, recalling how Jungkook poorly managed the early days of his cold. He’d like the maknae to take advantage of the days off he was offered. But they all know how restless they all get when they can’t work. It’s become a reason for their existence. They equate taking time off to be similar to the feeling of having an itch that they can’t scratch. A nagging need that isn’t met.

“Promise,” Jungkook nods as he takes his dish to the kitchen. As he walks back, he catches a single sneeze in cupped hands. Six pairs of eyes land on him, expressions varying from concern to arrogance. The maknae swipes a finger under his nose, abashed. “It was just one sneeze, hyungs. I’m fine.” Still, they don’t look convinced. “Come on, we’re going to be late.” He all but pushes them out the door where their ride is waiting for them.

The meetings are boring. He’s usually much more engaged in planning their upcoming projects. But there’s not a lot of room for his input. Decisions are being made for him without asking for a second opinion. He understands the concept’s theme is symbolic to the current phase of their career, but he should at least get a say in something.

When he realizes that he doesn’t really need to pay attention, he tunes out. He’s a professional. He will do whatever he’s told. So there’s no point in paying it any more attention. When the time comes, he will do what he needs to do. And he will do it effortlessly. He maintains the air that he’s invested and paying attention, but in reality, his focus has shifted.

He’s currently thinking about his dripping nose. He doesn’t want to sniffle and interrupt the manager who’s explaining things to them. But he also doesn’t want a visible trail of snot to run across his lips. So he pulls out the travel pack of tissues from his pocket and uses it to dab away the moisture. He doesn’t blow, again, to avoid interrupting the manager. But he cleans up enough so it’s not a concern anymore. At least for now.

In a total of three meetings, Jungkook had to sneeze 7 times and had used up 9 tissues. He was able to hold it off for a while. But every sneezy tickle triggered the fountain that is currently his nose. And every time his nose ran, he felt the itch of a sneeze coming. It’s a messy cycle that he could definitely do without.

Namjoon notices how Jungkook’s trying so hard to keep his lingering symptoms discreet. He knows how badly Jungkook wants to make it through the day. So he doesn’t say anything. Rather, he enlists the help of a questionably trustworthy Daegu vocalist to help out the maknae. Taehyung is clingy and mischievous by nature. If anyone can secretly watch over their maknae, it’s him.

After their final meeting, they file into Yoongi’s studio to record. It’s decided that they will record in descending age order, conveniently making Jungkook the final member to record lyrics. It’s their first go at the new song. They haven’t yet divided the parts. So the vocalists will sing all the vocal lines and the rappers will sing all the rap lines, just to see whose voice fits best. It’s going to be a long recording session.

Jungkook reaches into his pocket for tissues, but finds only empty plastic. He must have unknowingly used them all. He scans Yoongi’s studio for tissues, but finds none. Yoongi is great at taking care of the rest of the members, making sure he has tissues and medicines on hand for them. He’s not as great at making sure he has those things for himself. So he turns to the only other studio holding hyung he could count on to have tissues.

“Hobi-hyung,” he whispers, knowing that Yoongi is hard at work recording for Seokjin and he doesn’t want to disrupt that concentration. When Hoseok looks at him, he continues in his hushed voice. “Do you have any tissues in your studio? I ran out.”

Hoseok thinks hard about the question, mentally scanning every inch of his studio trying to remember if he had any tissues. His air conditioning unit usually makes him sneeze, so he really should be keeping tissues in there. But he can’t think of a single place they would be. “Sorry, bun. I don’t have any.”

Despite their whispered voices, Yoongi hushes them and they both tense up at his stern voice. The conversation ends there.

Jungkook leans back against the couch in Yoongi’s studio, pulling his knees up to his chest and sniffling loudly. He tries to force all the runniness back into his sinuses. He could rub it on his sleeves, but that would just be messy and irritating. He saves it as a last resort.

Taehyung settles in next to him, slipping an arm around Jungkook’s waist and pulling him close. His fingers draw meaningless patterns around Jungkook’s face, triggering a few sneezes as he inches closer and closer to the maknae’s nose. Taehyung uses his long sleeve to stop the sneezes from spraying everywhere,

“hi’NXTCH, EEHtchi’hu” He sniffles thickly after the second sneeze. Some of the mucus runs into his throat, causing him to cough. He just lets it out, not bothering to cover.

“Silly bun,” Taehyung muses quietly, whispering the words into Jungkook’s ear. “You still have a long time until you record. Why don’t you take a nap?” he asks gently.

“Need to blow by nose,” Jungkook replies. There’s a touch of congestion coming back to his voice. He thought he’d gotten rid of that. He clicks his tongue in disgust when he hears it.

Taehyung pulls off the hoodie he’s wearing, revealing a plain t-shirt with a simple logo on the upper right chest. He’s already gotten Jungkook’s snot on the sleeve, so he might as well make it worth the wash. He takes the loose sleeve and gently cups it around Jungkook’s whole nose. “Blow. As hard as you can.” Taehyung smiles encouragingly at the maknae.

Jungkook looks back questioningly, amazed that Taehyung would sacrifice his sweatshirt for him. He does as he was told, blowing as much snot as he can into the thick fabric. With each blow, he stifles a few sneeze or two into the mess as well. It’s tickling him from the inside. But when he finally pulls his face away, he has to admit that it does feel a lot better.

Taehyung takes a moment to clean up Jungkook’s face, preventing it from getting too sticky. “There you go, bun. Much better, right,” Jungkook just nods. “Good, now sleep, I’ll wake you when it’s my turn so you can get your voice ready.”

Jungkook has no trouble falling asleep in Taehyung’s lap as the older vocalist twirls fingers through his hair. Periodically through his nap, he sniffles and hitches. Taehyung uses the sweatshirt to catch and sneezes that sneak up on him. And he’s quick to lull the younger vocalist back to sleep when a louder sneeze shocks him awake.

Yoongi’s finishing up with Jimin and Taehyung knows he goes next. It breaks his heart, but he told Jungkook he would wake him to prepare for his turn. So he does. At least Jungkook managed to get a few hours in. Classic Hoseok, wanting to redo his parts four times over. It’s shocking that Yoongi agreed to it, though. Taehyung thinks he went along with it just to buy Jungkook more sleep. He nudges Jungkook on the shoulder and plants a few light smacks against his thigh to rouse him. “Jungkookie, time to wake up.” He speaks in his sweetest, softest voice.

“MMhm, Id’s your turbn already?” Jungkook sounds disappointed when he finally sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The congestion from earlier is still there; leaving a dissatisfied pout on his lips.

“Jiminie-hyung’s just finishing up.” Taehyung confesses, grabbing the sweatshirt he’s decided is now a handkerchief. He hears how stuffy Jungkook still sounds. He needs to clear that by his turn. “Here, Kook.”

Jungkook eyes the fabric scrunches his nose. He’d much rather had a soft paper tissue than that itchy heavy fabric. But he’s punished quite quickly for acting ungrateful. “eh’HIXTchi, he’nftCHU”

Taehyung must have sensed it coming because again, the fabric is against his face to catch all the spray. “There we go. Now blow for hyung.” He instructs again and Jungkook doesn’t make any sour faces this time.

“Is he really going to be able to record?” Yoongi asks the room, saving Jimin’s recordings and starting a new line for Taehyung’s. They all eye Jungkook skeptically, waiting for the maknae to answer. No one wants to tell him what to do.

The heavy tension slaps Jimin as he walks back into the studio. “Did something happen while I was recording?” he asks carefully. He sees the other’s all staring at Jungkook, who still has a sweatshirt covering half of his face. His voice raises an octave in concern. “Is something wrong with Jungkookie?”

Jungkook’s face shines red under all the attention. He wipes his nose on the sweatshirt and then pushes it away. “I’b fibe. I jud beed to mbake ub bore.” He somehow sounds worse and the others aren’t convinced.

Hoseok leaves the studio and returns minutes later with a cup of steaming hot tea. “Here, drink this while Taehyung’s recording. It might help.” Jungkook accepts the cup gratefully and takes a steady sip. It tinges his tongue a bit, but he feels better already.

“Thanks, hyung.” Jungkook smiles, able to get the words out less congested thanks to one small sip. He nudges Taehyung to get his recording started. The second youngest leaves and everyone’s attention turns back to the recording booth. Jungkook continues to sip on the tea, hoping that Taehyung won’t take too long.

Taehyung wraps up quickly, getting through the lines with ease. He’ll be satisfied with whatever part he ends up with, knowing that he’ll re-record more seriously once parts are decided. The cup of tea is now empty and Jungkook makes his way into the booth.

Jungkook starts singing, beautiful as ever. But midway through the first verse, his breath hitches and he sneezes into cupped hands. Yoongi instructs him to start from the top again, deleting that track.

So Jungkook starts over, but sniffles heavily when he goes to take a breath. It’s a loud sound in Yoongi’s headphones, he pulls them to rest around his neck, huffing to regain his patience. He doubts Jungkook will be able to make it through a single verse without needing to stop or ruining it with a sniffle or sneeze. Yet he allows him to continue, repeatedly erasing the track and re-recording. And he thought Hoseok took a long time…

After an immeasurable number of takes, Jungkook finally makes it through the first verse. It’s not as great as it could be. But it’s complete and lacking any signs of his lingering cold. So it’ll do for now. So they move into the chorus.

The guide track plays in the background, but Jungkook can’t get any words out. He’s turned away from the mic with his face tucked into the crook of his elbow. Through the headphones, Yoongi can hear Jungkook’s breath hitching. It goes on for a while. The producer clicks his tongue and presses the intercom, “Kook-ah. I think we should do this another time. Come back to the studio.” He sees Jungkook nod with his eyes squinted shut and his nose still shoved into his sleeve. He enters the studio seconds later, posture unchanged.

Hoseok pulls Jungkook back to the couch as soon as he enters the room. He coos, “Aigoo, Kook-ah, are you having some trouble?” He tries to pull Jungkook’s arm away from his face.

Jungkook drops his arm and buries his head into Hoseok’s shoulder. His breath catches again and whimpers. “Hy-hy-hyungs.”

Jimin envelops Jungkook’s other side, “Oh, Jungkookie, you did such a good job today.” He rubs the maknae’s shoulders. “Now let hyungs take care of you.”

Jungkook nods vigorously, desperate for relief. The rest of the members chuckle at Jungkook, cooing and crowding around him to offer their support.

“Turn here, Kook,” Namjoon calls and Jungkook does. The leader presents a twisted piece of take-out napkin. He brushes the pointed end around Jungkook’s nostrils. When Jungkook appears to be okay with it, Namjoon sticks the napkin into one nostril and wiggles it around.

“Heh’eeh’hee,” Jungkook hitched, but was met with no relief. “Peh-pl-please. More.” So Namjoon switches to the other nostril, twisting aggressively until Jungkook finally pitches forward. “aetch-CHU, nxt’hiCHI, hept’iCHU, eh’tiftHYU.” When he lifts his head, he lets out a relieved sigh. “Danks hyund.” He smiles.

“You’re welcome, Kook.” Namjoon squeezes Jungkook’s shoulder.

Taehyung appears with the same used sweatshirt from before. “Your poor nose is so stuffed up, Bun.” He doesn’t even have to tell Jungkook to blow, the maknae knows the purpose of the sweatshirt. He just lets Taehyung press the fabric against his nose and blows as hard as he can.

“You know, you still have those few days you can take.” Seokjin reminds, “You should take them. Let yourself rest until you kick these lingering symptoms.”

“I second that,” Yoongi adds. The rest of the members all nod in agreement.

Jungkook doesn’t have the energy to argue. “Fine, hyungs. You win, I’ll stay back. Can we go home now, please?” He clings himself onto Hoseok and looks longingly at the door.

“Of course we can,” Jimin starts packing their things and they all move to the door. They waste no time taking their maknae home.

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A/N: Did I accidentally give Taehyung a snz fetish? I could see it. 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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min-yunki-agustd · 2 years

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hahahaaa i saw that requests were closed so I think I should slide in right now...right////??

maybe namjoon who has a fever & food poisoning?? whatever you want caretakers to be. maybe he's at a hotel with two other members for a fun vacation and he just gets unlucky while eating some foreign food?? maybe they're out doing something, like on a tour bus or whatever, and namjoon feels sick so they take him back to the hotel and take care of him there..?

i love your works!

You made it on time! lol, I hope you enjoy it! thanks for requesting! I'm glad someone as talented as you like my work lol

Sick: Namjoonie

Caretaker: yoongi and taehyung

Tw: mentions of emeto, nausea, V****, a little platonic fluff

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It was early namjoon was waken to the sound of his hyung humming while brushing his teeth, yoongi was already up and getting ready for the day. Taehyung had somehow found himself in namjoon's bed, he lay on top of him sleeping softly. Namjoon pushes taehyung off his body and sits at the edge of his bed, "taehyungg, let's get up and get ready or yoongi hyung is gonna leave without us" namjoon says rising to his feet and turning around to see taehyung. taehyung was stretched out on the bed whining. namjoon headed for the bathroom knowing taehyung would rise eventually. Namjoon can see yoongi washing off his face in the sink furthest from the bathroom door. namjoon steps in, grab his toothbrush that he lay there the night before, and begins brushing his teeth using the bathroom's second sink to rinse out his mouth. He washes his face, combs his hair, and exits the bathroom He sees taehyung still on namjoons bed but this time sitting up ad wiping the sleep from his eyes. Namjoon goes over to his suitcase and searches for some clothes. he pulls out shorts and a T-shirt to wear. Yoongi is already finished geting dressed, he now sits and plays on his phone and waits for the others to finish. " We have enough time to go get breakfast before we go..." Yoongi says so that both members can hear him. "good, I'm starving hyung" namjoon replies. taehyung replies " me too" only with toothpaste and a toothbrush filling his mouth. Once All three were finished geting dressed and ready for the day, they headed out of the hotel and took the bus to a restaurant to the place yoongi found on his phone. Taehyung was excited and happily messing around with namjoon, namjoon was excited as well and he knew yoongi was excited under that annoyed expression. This would be their first trip just the three of them, it is supposed to be a fun long four-day weekend before they have to get back to work.

The three managed to find three open seats right next to each other on the bus when it arrived. taehyung was practically messing around the entire ride. Once they arrived at the restaurant they were seated near the window where there was a beautiful view of the city. It was calm and small and there wasn't much going on on the streets but it was found to be a fun visiting area. The three waited silently for a server to come to their table. Namjoon was on his phone checking emails, taehyung was on his phone texting jungkook about what was going on, and yoongi looked through a brochure he found upon walking in. Once the waiter arrived they were given the menu and they gave him their drinks and he left to go fill them. during the time the waiter was away they looked threw the menu. namjoon say something that he'd recall having before. It looked taste in the photo on the menu. He decided to get it. yoongi choose a steak and taehyung a burger. They eventually order. Once the food arrives every one stares at namjoon's plate in confusion. His plate was the only plate that looked... off. It wasn't well put together like taehyungs burger or well cooked liked yoongi's steak. In fact, it looked as if the meat was undercooked. " joon, yoongi says awkwardly, maybe you should ask for a different order of food... " I think something wrong with that, whatever that is." yoongi says. " yeah.. hyung, it doesn't look good" taehyung add. " It's probably fine, Just because it's not well put together doesn't mean it will taste bad." namjoon says picking up a fork. " your funeral" yoongi murmured beginning to eat his own food. namjoon takes a bite, it tastes a little different, not at all like he remembered. " see hyung its fineee," namjoon says as he continues eating. " you're going to regret that." yoongi says." taehyung giggles at yoongi's sassiness.

The three finished their meals in time to make it to the tour ride they scheduled for the trip. They get seated at the very back of the bus. While people are being sat on the tour bus, the tour guide explains the safety precautions, keep your arms and legs inside the vehicle, you are free to roll down your window but remember to put them back up before leaving, and pull the yellow strings for emergency stop, blah blah blah. is all namjoon heard when his body was beginning to feel funny. He was beginning to sweat and his stomach was cramping up beneath his hand. He figured he was just having a hard time digesting the foreign food, he ignored the odd feeling. He tried to listen to the tour guide talk, the tour guide explained the area's history along with the well-known and easily spotted animes. The moment the tour bus began to move is when nausea hit him like a ton of bricks. It wasn't a typical slow build He'd typically known, one moment he was fine and the next he was incredibly nauseous. during the ride, he really tried to do his best to keep calm and relax but the bus would frequently go fast and slow. slowing down to see historical buildings and art and then speeding up to the next area. He couldn't take the heat that was building up in his body. Despite it being a relatively cool breezy summer day. " Hyung" he speaks softly not to be overheard by anyone else as the tour guide rambles on. " can you roll down the window?" namjoon asked. yoongi can hear the desperation in his voice. he could tell something was wrong. The conversation caught tae's attention. He was taking pictures before he heard namjoon talking to yoongi. He took one look at namjoon and he could instantly tell something was wrong. " you ok joonie?" taehyung asked" namjoon looked as though he'd been caught off guard by the question. despite not wanting to ruin the time he felt no need to lie to the others. " I'm not feeling great, I'm kinda hot right now..." namjoon states. Taehyung rubs his hyungs back in sympathy.

Namjoon was feeling awful. With the cramps in his stomach and the threat of his lunch paying a visit, he made it impossible to enjoy the ride. The Tour bus speeds up to quickly make it to their next location. This really rallied up namjoons stomach. It made his head spin. He felt his mouth water and his vision spin. He began sweating bullets despite the small breeze through the open window. He wasn't sure how long he'd be able to keep going. the bus took an unexpected bump while not slowing down at all. Causing the people in the back to be squeezed together and rise momentarily from their seats. namjoon was squished up against taehyung. Taehyung's elbow hitting his stomach was his last straw. Namjoon had an uncomfortable swirl in his stomach and he felt his cheeks puff up with nausea. The two members were alarmed. namjoon held his mouth with both hands. yoongi pulled the emergency handle in fear of being puked on. the bus was emediatly stopped abruptly, making it hard for namjoon to keep it together. Everyone started at the three in the back. "emergency?" yoongi did his best to say clearly. " The three quickly got off the bus, trying their best to guide namjoon along. " we can stop for a bit and go back to where we came from?" "no no, we're going on a different bus" yoongi tried to explain" he knew namjoon wouldn't make it back to the place he looked awful. He decided it would be best to go back to the hotel. Namjoon began to get worse, he complain about feeling a painful feeling in his stomach. yoongi swallowed down the I told you so stuck in his throat. The entire ride namjoon rest his head on taehyung's shoulder as tae gave his head gentle pats. Yoongi would update namjoon on how close we are to the hotel every so often. Hoping to bring some sort of comfort. Namjoon found himself almost puking again at the end of the ride. He hurried off the bus and crouched in the grass. holding his stomach and making painful noises. taehyung and yoongi patiently waited for namjoon, namjoon was waiting for his stomach to calm so that he'd feel well enough to wake inside the hotel.

Once inside yoongi pulled out the key to the room, and taehyung helped namjoon to the elevator. Namjoon was weak and nauseous, he wanted to lay down but he also needed the bathroom. laying down would have to wait. the pain did stop. once they made it to here floor and in their room yoongi called the front desk and requested medicine be brought to their room, and for the expenses to be added to their bill. namjoon resined in the bathroom until his stomach allowed him to leave. He felt awfully dizzy trying to leave the bathroom. He swayed back and forth, once taehyung saw his hyung sawing he quickly ran over and assisted joon to his bed. yoongi brought the small trash can from the kitchen and placed it beside namjoon's bed. yoongi whipped up namjoon up a cup of noodles to have before medicine. taehyung kept namjoon company talking softly and rubbing namjoon his grumbling tummy. namjoon was thankful he did. He didn't even have to ask tae too, he felt too shy about it. Taehyung's large warm hands soothed namjoon's achy middle. Tae babied namjoon the rest of the day and into the night. yoongi played along, helping namjoon eat and take his meds. namjoon eventually fell asleep spooned by taehyung.

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Wait, Little Rabbit! (Part 5)

fluff, angst, smut

Bunny Hybrid (Fem) Reader x Human Seokjin x Dog Hybrids Jimin and Hoseok x Cat Hybrid Yoongi x Wolf Hybrids Namjoon, Taehyung, & Jungkook

NSFW. 18+

Part 1 > Part 2 > Part 3 > Part 4 > Part 5 > Part 6

Summary: You, a meek little bunny hybrid, find family amongst six predator hybrids and their lovely human caretaker.

Warnings: group sex but like they are all taking turns with y/n, y/n goes into heat, heats hurt until they are taken care of, a little bit of crying, mentions of birth control methods, vaginal fingering, vaginal penetration, throatfucking, Joon’s control kink, heavy d/s dynamics, slight breeding kink even though y/n is on birth control, slight voyeurism, predator/prey dynamics in a sexual context, abandonment issues

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The morning is calm, with Seokjin teaching you how to make coffee with the new drip coffee maker he bought. You focus in on his hand movements, watching with fascination as the coffee filters down into the pot. As much as you wish you liked the taste of black coffee, like all the men in the house do, you know that you’ll be pouring your weight in sugar and creamer into your cup.

“My heat is coming up” the words come out shy and unsure. Telling Seokjin such a private matter feels very different than telling your former eighty-four-year-old female caretaker. It can’t be helped that your cheeks turn red, even while your eyes are on the coffee. His movements have stopped though, as he’s put the kettle down to give you full attention.

“How close?”

“Two days”

“How would you like to spend it?”

“I was thinking of asking Jimin and Hobi” you grow redder with each response, but the man just gives a casual nod.

“That’s what I would’ve suggested as well. Do you have any preferences on birth control? I’ve never cared for a female hybrid before, so I’m not sure what to prepare.”

“I, um, I have a chip in my arm” you notice his surprise, “my old caretaker helped me get it.”

“Well, then that’s taken care of. Anything else you need? If you give me a list of your favorite snacks and drinks I can stock them up in the outside room. I like to make sure you guys have enough to recharge during your heats.”

Your heart swells up at just how attentive Jin can be. You could’ve never imagined having a male caretaker in the past; every female hybrid you knew had one bad experience or another with them. Even the most decent ones didn’t feel approachable for such topics—but here you were, with the nicest human male you’ve ever had the fortune of meeting. You can’t help but jump up for a hug, your previous shyness fading away. He chuckles as he holds you in place, heart hurting because of your adorableness.

As the day goes by, you notice the hybrids acting different around you. It starts off subtle, with them zoning out when you come near or eyes lingering on certain body parts that they’ve been too much of gentlemen to stare at before. Namjoon’s the one that addresses the atmosphere first, “y/n…by any chance, is your heat tonight?”

You look at the wolf with confusion, “No, it’s the day after tomorrow.”

They all look at each other, eyebrows raised. “Your pheromones are going crazy bun, are you one hundred percent sure it’s that far away? Maybe you should sleep in the extra room starting tonight.”

To everyone’s surprise, you don’t obediently nod to the Alpha. Instead, you thump your feet and puff out your chest as stubbornly as you know how. “But it’s not for another two days! That’s unfair! I think I know my heats better than anyone else.”

Now, with any other hybrid in the house, Namjoon would be standing firm with his suggestion. However, he’s extra cautious when it comes to you—not wanting to seem like he’s once again belittling your autonomy as a prey hybrid. So, he concedes.

“Okay bun, you know what’s best for you.”

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“What’s with him?” Taehyung asks upon seeing his usually-laid-back Yoongi hyung visibly tense.

“Eunwoo’s back in town. He’s asked to have dinner with Yoongi and I. He’s just a bit nervous but he’ll be alright. Right Yoongs?”

The cat hybrid lets out an unconvincing yes, brows still furrowed in worry.

“Eunwoo?” You inquire, and Jungkook fills in the gaps.

“Eunwoo hyung is Yoongi’s former caretaker. He was friends with Jin hyung in college and asked him to take Yoongi in when he joined the military.”

“He’s back for a couple days before he’s deployed again.” Jin further explains.

You nod, still a little confused on why Yoongi looks so on edge but deciding it best to not prod further.

“Joonie, take this” Jin says, handing the wolf a credit card, “since both Yoongi and I will be gone, and we can’t be sure the kitchen won’t burn down with just you guys. Order whatever you like.” Namjoon rolls his eyes at the remark, smiling nonetheless.

“I vote tacos” Jimin enthusiastically chimes in. His hybrid counterpart, Hoseok, laughs along, tuning into the conversation while keeping his main focus on Yoongi—stroking the cat hybrid’s back gently the entire time. Yoongi leans into the touch, grateful for Hoseok’s calming presence. Hoseok doesn’t leave Yoongi’s side until the moment Jin has to separate them to get Yoongi out the door, even then the dog hybrid doesn’t miss the chance to help Yoongi put his collar on.

With the two of them alone for the car ride, Jin attempts to soothe the cat’s nerves.

“He really misses you, you know that? The first thing he asked me was how you were doing.”

“Well if he cared that much, he shouldn’t have left.”

The rest of the ride is silent and stiff. Before long, Yoongi finds himself sitting opposite of the man he dreaded seeing. At the very least, Jin is still beside him, holding his hand under the table. Yoongi attempts to hide behind the restaurant menu, but Eunwoo earnestly speaks up.

“What about the ravioli for you, Yoongi? You love ravioli, don’t you?”

The cat hybrid doesn’t dare make eye contact, but his tone is ice cold. “Not anymore. Grew out of it.”

Jin nervously cracks a joke to ease the tension but hurt is evident on Eunwoo’s face. The dinner continues on with the two humans catching up while the cat hybrid picks at his meal. It’s when Jin excuses himself to go to the restroom when the tension is at an all-time high.

“Yoongi, will you please at least look at me? I know I’m not your caretaker anymore, but I’m still trying my best to be a part of your life. Please don’t shut me out.”

It’s the first time that night that Yoongi meets eyes with the man.

“You don’t get to be a part of my life after you dumped me onto someone else.”

Eunwoo’s heart further cracks at the biting remark, coming from the hybrid who used to look at him with hearts in his eyes.

“Leaving you was the hardest decision I’ve ever made”

“Then why’d you do it?”

“Because I had to! Because I was lost Yoongi, and everyday you were with me I was reminded of how I couldn’t do anything for you. You were behind on vaccines because I couldn’t afford them! You couldn’t go to hybrid parks because I didn’t have time to take you! My life was a mess and I felt so selfish for making you go through all of that because of me. The army really straightened me out, gave me the direction I so badly needed—but you and I both know how miserable the hybrids on base are. This is the best thing I could possibly do for you.”

“But I missed you.” Yoongi tries to hold back a choked sob, but tears roll down his cheeks at a faster pace than he can wipe them off. Without a second to spare, his old caretaker is taking the seat besides him, wiping away the tears.

“I missed you too. I’m so sorry it turned out this way, but you’re happy, aren’t you? Jin and all those hybrids, they make you happy, right?”

He nods through the tears, too many emotions all being felt at once.

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This time the ride back home is much lighter, on both Yoongi and Seokjin.

“You know I like being with you, right hyung? I was never upset that he left me with you.”

“I know Yoongs, you don’t have to worry about me. I know you love us. You also love him, though, and you don’t have to pretend like you’re okay all the time when I can tell you miss him.”

“I just—I thought he’d always be by my side. And then one day he wasn’t. The part that sucks the most is that I am happy now, but I’m worried that this is all temporary too.” He looks out the window, not wanting to voice his fears while looking in Jin’s direction.

“It’s completely valid to have those fears, but I’m not going anywhere Yoongi. Neither are the others. Eunwoo can’t take care of you, but he loves you enough to trust you with someone who can. Someone who will take care of you for the rest of your life.”

Yoongi steals a glance at his caretaker, letting himself believe the words for now. It’s when he’s relaxed more into the seat does the hybrid realize this isn’t the way back home.

“Um Jin, where are we going?”

The man cracks a mischievous smile, eyes still transfixed on the road. “Somewhere that you’ll really like.”

The roads are curvy and uphill, causing the two to swerve with the car on occasion. Yoongi observes the passing buildings with perplexity, not recognizing this as any part of town he’s ever been to. Seokjin keeps his playful air of mystery, looking on amusedly as Yoongi tries to make sense of his surroundings. The car stops into an unfamiliar driveway, the driveway of a house that leans miles high over them—tall and wide frame dauntingly casting a shadow.

“C’mon kitty” is all the older man says before getting out the door and walking to the front door, all while Yoongi sprawls to not be left behind.

“Hyung, can you tell me now?”

“Look” he points to a sign with bold black letters reading ESTATE SALE.

“You brought me to an estate sale?”

“Yup. I want to spruce up the house but I have no idea where to start. That’s where you, our designated interior design expert, come in.”

Yoongi’s heart jumps in excitement, hands already itching to examine every piece of furniture in the ginormous house. Things up until now have been an emotional roller-coaster, but a few hours here is just what Yoongi needs to decompress—and his caretaker is well aware of that.

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You’re okay. You keep telling everyone around you that you’re okay. You keep telling yourself that you’re okay. Because frankly, you’ve made too much of a scene not to be. The pride you felt when you stood your ground about your heat cycle is still fresh in your mind. But maybe—just maybe—you’ve been too prideful. Maybe Namjoon has a point. Because right now, as you’re in a cuddle puddle with the dog hybrids and Jungkook in the living room, something snaps. It snaps so roughly, so deliciously, that you feel the wind being knocked out of your lungs. Air feels like a secondary need, second to the pleasure you need to be feeling right now. Everything hurts, your core aches, and you know the universe is mocking you right now. You’ve been so adamant about your heat schedule that you entirely ignored the possibility of going into it early—a common occurrence of when a prey hybrid experiences high stress between cycles. It’s never happened to you before, but it happening now makes perfect sense considering your whole life has been twisted inside out since your last heat. You don’t want to draw attention to it, but the intensity building up inside you has tears threatening to pour. The hybrids with you notice immediately, the scent of the air turning unmistakably more pungent. The salty scent of desire, undeniable pheromones of lust swirling around you—too strong for any of them to act indifferent to.

It's Jimin that takes your face into his hands first, startled expression as he sees the pain in your eyes. “Bun…you’re in heat…” His voice is on edge, not expecting this nor knowing what to do. His rational brain would take you to the outside room immediately, but your pheromones are hazing that rationality in all three hybrids. Yoongi was the only hybrid that’s ever helped a prey through heat—the others are nowhere near equipped to handle just how strongly the heat pheromones affect predator hybrids in particular.

“Please help” you cry out, voice breaking in the process.

The words mixed with your scent send the dog hybrids into a primal frenzy. Jimin kisses you hard, sucking on your lips in a manner that’ll no doubt leave them bruised after. Hoseok is tearing your clothes off, as well as losing his own. The youngest hybrid is the only one who stills in hesitance. The dog hybrids are no strangers to taking care of your needs, but Jungkook has never had you in that way before. As high as your scent has him, he still keeps a distance, unsure if you even want him to help you through your heat. He feels guilty even looking—no, ogling—at your nude form right now. The curve of your perky ass, the stiff peaked nipples that top your breasts, your already glistening cunt; every detail he tries to commit to memory, scared he’ll never be able to see it again. He watches with tense posture as Hoseok slides two fingers into your cunt with ease, with you begging for more. He continues watching as Hoseok fucks three long digits all the way into your cunt while Jimin takes your mouth with equal ferocity. You’re beyond the point of forming coherent sentences, heat making you cock dumb and only able to beg. It’s when one of your hands reach towards Jungkook that he stops being just a spectator; Jimin’s cock has you unable to talk, but your eyes and hand motions do well to plead the wolf hybrid to join.

“A-are you sure bun?”

You let go of Jimin’s cock with a pop sound, taking a moment to catch your breath before answering.

“Please Kook…need you…need your cock…please” The words “please” keep falling from your lips like a mantra, in rhythm with Hoseok’s fingers pumping you good.

The oldest dog hybrid is used to taking charge, which makes things a lot easier for everyone in this moment. “You heard her Kook. Our desperate little bun needs your cock. Are you going to deny a poor bunny in heat?”

The wolf shakes his head instantly, doing well to strip out of his all-black clothing. He stands bare, cock straight up and yearning to be inside of you, but even your exquisite pheromones can’t make Jungkook forget his pack hierarchy.

“Joon hyung…I need his permission.”

That’s when a low snicker intrudes the moment between the four of you. You all turn your heads to the wolves’ bedroom door, where Namjoon and Taehyung are standing with hyperfocused vision.

“My little beta never forgets his manners, does he?” The Alpha quips, looking proud. The other beta watches with lust-filled pupils, hiding behind his Alpha as if your scent is something dangerous.

“please…need all of you…it hurts” your trying your best to plead, but Jimin’s assault on your throat makes the words come out raspy. Speaking of the youngest dog hybrid and his cock, he pushes it right back down your throat again. This isn’t like the other time he’s been in your mouth, when he was gentle and had all the patience in the world—right now, he’s a creature of instinct, and his instinct is to breed your mouth.

Namjoon makes his way to the loveseat adjacent from the couch, getting the perfect view of everything. Taehyung follows close by but stops at the couch rather than the loveseat: your scent intoxicating him.

“Go on, I want to see both of my betas stuff that tight little cunt.”

Taehyung’s eyes go wide, and Jungkook thanks his lucky stars that his Alpha is not in a denying mood. If Namjoon is affected by your pheromones, he’s doing a damn good job showing restraint—opting instead to sit back in a commandeering position with his large hand palming over his sweats.

Hoseok helps the Alpha’s command come to fruition, taking his fingers out and gripping your thighs open as invitation for the betas. Jungkook doesn’t waste a single second, plunging into your heat like a possessed man. You gag around Jimin at the sudden intrusion, and the dog hybrid takes himself out to let you adjust for a second. Just for a second, though, because he’s back in your mouth in no time. Jungkook’s head is thrown back in ecstasy, guttural moans spilling with each heavenly thrust inside of you. No one can tell exactly when Taehyung loses all of his clothes, but it’s not long before the other beta is holding his cock in hand, waiting impatiently to feel you.

“Kook, don’t be greedy. Let Tae have a turn.”

“Yes Alpha” his words are readily obedient, but it takes the wolf a lot of willpower to keep from diving back into you.

Taehyung takes full advantage of his turn, getting fully lost in both your cunt and your scent. That’s why he’s also struggling when Namjoon orders another switch. The two betas fuck you like that for a while, taking turns controlled by their Alpha as Hoseok keeps your legs open and Jimin keeps your mouth busy.

It doesn’t help that every time Jimin lets you breathe, you use the time to beg the words “harder” and “more.” The words only egg Jimin on, making him fuck you even harder until he’s emptied his seed deep down your throat.

Jungkook is the first to fill your cunt up, and Taehyung is second (both with the Alphas permission, of course). Hoseok succumbs to temptation and sinks into your cum-filled folds too, leaving his big load in there as well. Without your mouth occupied, screams of pleasure fill the house in no time. It’s during Hoseok’s turn when you get your first orgasm, no doubt because of his skilled movements on your clit. Your high hits as fast and hard as your heat, making every cell in your body ascend in pleasure. It takes a minute for the aftershocks to subside, your legs gradually slowing down in their shaking—as well as the rest of your body. It’s all too much and not nearly enough at the same time: the orgasm leaving you breathless, but your libido still crying out for more. You look at the Alpha, still showing immense restraint, eyes picking you apart alone. His gaze is taunting, and you’ve lost all pride to not give in.

“Joon, please fuck me” it’s the most coherent you’ve been since your heat hit, but you know you need to string a sentence or two together to get the Alpha’s approval. “need you so bad Alpha. Need your cock so bad it hurts.”

He doesn’t say anything back, just cocks an eyebrow at you like he’s expecting something. Like you should know what to do right now. Your mind is cluttered and horny and your grasping at straws to figure out what he’s expecting. You’ve already begged…oh. You’ve only begged. His words from before ring clear in your otherwise hazy mind.

“If you want me, you’ll have to kneel and beg first.”

With no explanation to the other hybrids, you half-fall-half-crawl off the couch, away from their hands on you. They all watch the mixture of cum drip down your thighs, cunt practically slobbering over the couch and carpet as you make your way down. You look right into the Alpha’s eyes, knowing this is what he’s asking for as you crawl over—unable to walk even if you wanted to. It’s when your right in front of the loveseat do you stop, giving him one last pleading look before ducking your head to meet his feet. You let your head fall onto his feet in complete submission.

“Please fuck me Alpha” you get out in your most desperate tone yet.

The Alpha’s smirk grows tenfold.

“Gladly, little prey.”

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A/N: Thank you guys for waiting patiently as my health recovered and I could put this part out! As always, I’m overwhelmed in the best way with your enthusiasm for the series. The people that comment and reblog especially make me so motivated to write!! As of right now, the next part is planned to be the final. What I have planned for it feels like a natural conclusion to the series. It will be out much quicker than this one for sure!

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