#sick!jimin

[sickiesope]

Hiiii! How are you? I hope you’re doing well 💛

I have a request for you, can you write a BTS fanfic where it’s night and Jimin wakes up because of a nightmare and decides to go for a walk but it’s raining and it’s so cold so when he decides to come back home it takes a lot of time because of the rain. When he is at home he is surprised to see Jungkook awake and he takes care of Jimin, who has a high fever. I know it’s too long as a request but if you can, I would be happy if you write it.

Thank you 💛

This cute request is from awhile back! Sorry for the wait anon, I hope you're doing well too! 💜My brain hasn't been writing again until recently 😅

Late night

Sickie: Jimin

Caretaker: Jungkook

Summary: Jimin wishes he at least dressed warmer. Or waited for the rain to settle. 🌧

Jimin awoke in a sweat. He had a bad dream and can't fall back asleep. His heart and his thoughts are racing like crazy. He runs a hand down his face, sighing deeply.

Jimin wants to go for a little walk and fresh air, even if it's after midnight. A nice brisk walk to help calm down. He throws on a hoodie and pair of sweats. When he opens the door it's pouring rain outside. "Ughh, seriously?!" Jimin can see how fast it's coming down and the drops look huge. Does he really need to go outside? Yes. Yes he does, Jimin convinces himself. Just a for short time.

Jimin finds his raincoat and steps outside. He doesn't mind the smell of rain, he just wishes it wasn't coming down so hard. He pulls up his hood and starts power walking. It's cold outside and he's shivering lightly. "I'll warm up after walking a few minutes" he says to himself. The rain feels cold as it spatters onto his jacket. The hood keeps falling down which is annoying. He's getting wet and has to keep a hand on it. Then the wind started blowing rain into his face, much to his dismay. He keeps having to wipe his eyes every ten seconds, it's getting harder to see. Jimin wishes he at least dressed warmer. Or waited for the rain to settle.

"Dammit!"  he mutters to himself. Jimin decided he's had enough and wants to go home. He's freezing. He realizes he walked more than intended, the wind keeps switching directions and making it especially cold. Jimin is shivering desperately, his walking turned to jogging. He can't see properly everything is a messy blur. Luckily he manages to find home again and almost slips when he starts sprinting.

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Jungkook thought he heard someone get up recently. He was awake himself, thinking about getting a snack in the kitchen. He notices Jimin's boots and jacket are missing. Confused, Jungkook quickly goes to Jimin's room and quietly opens his door. He notices Jimins clothes are scattered everywhere and he's not in his bed. His eyes widen.

Jungkook runs and opens the door and he's surprised by the rain.

"..Did Jimin leave the house and go outside in this??" Suddenly he sees someone running. He recognizes Jimin's voice and clothes. "Jimin hyung?!" Jungkook's doe eyes wider than ever. "What are you doing out there?!?"

"Kookie??" Jimin is so happy to see the younger and runs to him. They hug and JK gets wet but he doesn't mind at all.

"Hyung, what were you doing outside? It's terrible out there!" Jungkook takes his jacket and helps him with his boots.

"Ugh, I don't know...I had a bad dream a-and couldn't f-fall asleep" Jimin sputters. He's sniffling a lot too. He feels awful and developed a bad headache.

"Awwh, really hyung?" Jungkook says concerned. "Hmm, you feel warm despite being outside.. are you feeling okay?"

"Not really, my head really hurts" Jimin moaned. He can't tell if he's sweating or just wet from the rain.

"Let's get you back to bed hyung, you need rest. I think you're getting a cold or something." Jungkook helps him clean up and gives him water.

Jimin flops back into bed and it feels softer and warmer than ever. Jungkook gives him a tissue box and extra blankets. He makes sure Jimin is nice and comfortable and tucks him in.

"Can you please sleep in my bed, Kookie? I don't wanna sleep alone.."

"Sure Jiminie hyung I'd love to" Jungkook smiles. He joins Jimin in the nest of blankets and pillows. Things are quiet and they can hear the rain lightly from the window. It's a nice relaxing sound and they cuddle and fall asleep.

#bts sickfic #sick!jimin #caretaker!jungkook #fever #request

[sicjimin]

— Not Even Witchcraft Could Help —

a.n : hi! wow it's been like .. 3 months. it took a lot from me to muster up this supposed to be drabble .. i think i have lost my touch for writing lol because i dont even know what is this or is this good or ... whatever 🥲 i hope anyone that read this .. like it ? i guess ? this supposed to be a silly little drabble where Yoongi is a witch and trying to help his little sick human Jimin, but i got carried away as always so it becomes long .. im so sorry if this absurd or make nosense in anyway 😁

tw : emeto

To his defends, Jimin can say he has a quite strong immune. Well yeah, maybe isn't as strong as Seokjin, or Yoongi—his boyfriend—that could still function even after get rained on, living off 3 hours of sleep, and other quite sick-inducing habits. He got his fair shares of flu, but it's never bad. Maybe a nightly fever, congested nose, few days of cough, and then he's better.

It started when Jimin got home from his practice session with fever this afternoon. Stumbling into his apartment with half conscious mind as dizziness muddled his brain. He plopped into the couch, curled himself small there—tugging his coat as far as it can be to cover himself because the act to get a blanket properly is waay to exhausting for him. He just wanted to sleep. It didn't take long for him to lost against sleep, and only being awakened by a panicked Yoongi, as his boyfriend fussing to touch his forehead cheeks and even arms.

So, he can't really blame Yoongi to be this ... awkward tending his emotional-sick traits, as he currently sniffling after a whole good minutes of crying after throwing up bouts of the older (supposed to be) healing teas.

"Jimin-ah .. love .. you're sick? You're burning up! and why you still in this clothes? How long have you been here? Have you eat anything?"

Jimin groans, burrying his face further into one of their fluffy cushions as he felt even groggy after his short naps. "Mhm .. i think so?", he managed to croak out before his throat decided that the effort to speak was too much and burst into a fit of coughs. "My head hurts .. and cold ..", he added after sucking a big gush of fresh air. "I feel awful hyung"

He barely remember anything after that ; he vaguely remembered Yoongi fussing around him with warm chamomile tea, making him eat few spoonful of food, then he remembered getting drawn into a warm bath and suddenly he was on the bed. He also remembered Yoongi cuddled up against him, tucking the blanket high up under his chin, and play with his hair until everything is pitched black for him.

Jimin didn't know how long he has been asleep. But his distorted-feverish mind know that it's still night time or maybe dawn, judging from their dim bedroom with no hint of sunlight from the curtains—and soft snores from his boyfriend. Jimin stirs a little, feeling his stomach rumbles, except its not in a hungry way—but in a "i'm about to puke" kind of way. He winces, trying not to let out any moans or groans of discomfort as he shuffles away from the older sturdy chest. He huffs, grabbing his phone to check the time, but his eyelids seem to weigh a ton. His brain is foggy and lethargic as he rolls further.

"Ugh..." he mutters, putting down his phone and trying to get comfortable—coming into a realization that he's not awake by his own will. Not that his body decided to wake him up because he already got enough sleep; but because he's reaching the peak of his sickness.

Unfortunately, the little movement only worsens the feeling churning inside his bloated stomach—it keeps roiling around, making him feel like he'll be sick to his guts any minute now. The faint sense of dizziness that makes the bed spins a little when he moves also did not help his predicament.

With great effort, Jimin tries to move and sit up properly. His stomach rumbles more fiercely with each movement, the cramps growing in intensity. It's taking everything he got not to vomit, as the acidic bile keeps churning around inside of him. He takes a deep breath, trying to hold it all down as he slowly gets to his feet—he's going to be sick, and it's better safe than sorry. He didn't want to make Yoongi cleaned up the sheets right when he wakes up later.

Everything hurts.

"Fuck... this... this is not good...", Jimin mumbles, as he hobbles slowly to the bathroom—hands circling around his mid section as his guts growling and gurgling louder and louder with each step. He can taste the food Yoongi made him to eat few hours ago on his tongue as he burps on the bathroom treshold. He closes the bathroom door slowly, not wanting to make such a commotion that could wake Yoongi up. He huffs, closing his eyes as he grabs the edge of the toilet—feeling his inside rolls like clothes in washing machine—and begins to cough and gag. It was empty at first, but its thicken the nausea until he can't hold it back anymore. The foulness pours from his mouth in a heavy stream. His stomach heaving violently, pushing and contracting against itself as water and half digested food rushing to get out of his body. It's horrible, but it feels like some kind of relief.

"Ah ..", Jimin moans once it's over. He closes his eyes, breathing hard and gulping air, waiting for the next wave to hit—knowing that it's only the beginning. His clammy hands reached over his stomach, he hissed a little as the coldness of his palm burns against his feverish body, and begins to gently rubs it.

It aches.

"Min .. are you in there?"

Jimin is too busy shivering and wiping bile off his face to respond to Yoongi's voice right away. He leans up against the bowl, his body trembling, as he tries to catch his breath. "I... I'm okay. Just... got sick. That's all. I'm fine." The sourness of his voice sounds like it was dragged up from his stomach.

Jimin hears the footsteps coming closer, but he barely could pay any attention to it as he instinctively hunch over to brace for the next wave of retching. The bathroom door opens and he shut your eyes—already feeling water creeping up to his throat.

"Baby .. why didn't you wake me up?", Yoongi's deep yet soothing voice drawn around him, followed by his hand tracing along Jimin's spines. Jimin shuddered at the touch.

Yoongi continuous mumbles feels like a spell against the ringing on his ears. "This ...", Jimin spits as he tries to catch his breath, "Is digusting"

"I—", as Jimin attempts to speak, another surge of vomit rises up in his throat. He gags and it pushes out, this time with even more force. It's almost like he has to get his stomach's entire contents out as soon as possible before his body calms down. He grips the toilet bowl and shuts his eyes tightly.

"Breathe .. Jimin-ah, breathe .. you're okay .. let it out"

He hears the older chuckles, before a tissue comes into his eyesight. Jimin slumps down, and mumbles a small thankyou as he cleans up his nose and lips.

Gosh .. he must've look like a whole mess.

"You're sick, that's justified", Yoongi hums, tucking the younger sweaty hair in, "Are you feeling better?"

Jimin doesn't answer him right away as he tries to regain his strength slowly to come back to him. The nausea has subsided. But he's still reeling. His head still feels woozy. Not to mention his body feels exhausted and shaky from what just happened. "Mhm .. still nauseous though", he croaks out as he pats his stomach, assessing if it's safe for him to move around. "I will wait for few minutes here .. i'm afraid i will puke again if i move", he decides with a sigh, leaning against his boyfriend that quick to accept the sudden add of weight.

"Do you want something?", Jimin closes his eyes as he feel Yoongi's chest rumbles, "Mhm ... can you be my witch boyfriend right now and musters up your tea? Anything that could make this sickness away in 5 minutes .. i feel like death hyung .."

Jimin didn't need to rolls his body to see that the older is rolling his eyes as the latter scoffs, then there's a pinch on his cheeks.

Jimin pouts.

"You're a brat, you know. You hate those tea"

Jimin peels himself away, squeezing his eyes when the bathroom tilts a little.

"Please hyung? I think it's better than anything now", he whines as he rubs his nose bridge, then grinning when Yoongi sighing and leans forward, "Okay .. i will try to make it", he mumbles, ruffling Jimin's hair as he stepped out toward the kitchen.

"Hyung! Can you make it sweeter? It was sooo bitter last time"

"Mhm, noted, Your Majesty"

It takes more than few minutes, as Jimin already successfully migrates towards the bed without hurling his inside and dozes off few times, when Yoongi shuffles into the room with warm cup on his hand. "Here ..", the latter helps him sits up and hands him the tea. "Don't force yourself to drink it .. i know it tastes awful", he mutters sheepishly, maybe borderline worried as his eyes never leave the younger—as if he wants to tackles the cups away.

"Thank you hyung", Jimin mumbles as he takes a breath from the steam. It smells normal, and he feels a bit of awe as he could feel his head getting clearer and not as fuzzy as before.

This gonna works.

He takes a small sips, an icky, syrupy flavour immediately glued itself to the inside of Jimin's mouth, enveloping his teeth and tongue in a syrupy goo. He bravely gulped down the dreadful concoction, doing his utmost to stifle a gag and not reveal just how horrendous the tea was. As he cautiously lifted his gaze back to Yoongi, that eyeing him worriedly, he offered a nervous smile and a single nod, "Thanks, love, it tastes...better"

"Really?", Yoongi lifts one of his eyebrows, doubting his kind by default boyfriend, but also there's a hint of hopeful tone in there.

Jimin hums, taking a deep breath and take another gulp.

But maybe a sick body really can't lie—the response was fast and immediate, barely giving both of them time to react, as Jimin suddenly lurch into a loud gag. Yoongi's eyes widen, quickly swiped trashcan from the corner of their room, and places it under the younger lips as Jimin looks like he's one second away from bursting.

"Hyung .. i'm sorry—", Jimin chokes out before all the concoction he just drank and whatever was left over from the earlier gushing out of him in a big wave. It doesn't take much energy to bring everything up as suddenly everything is nauseating for him. His mouth feels like it's coated thick with the taste of the tea and it's overwhelming. His stomach responding to it with eagerly twisting his guts out and about. For a solid minutes, it's only Jimin's loud belches and gags along with Yoongi's worried murmurs that could be heard in that room.

"Hyung ... fuck .. i'm so sorry", Jimin sniffles when he's out of the nausea spells. His eyes glassy as he watches the older quietly put away the soiled trashcan, and takes away the cup from his shaky hands.

Jimin is about to cry as his words meet with silence—he watches the older busying himself to clean everything up, and it's when Yoongi in the bathroom, cleaning the trashcan that the bubbles burst. He feels guilty ; knowing that it's literally ass cracked of time, Yoongi is definitely tired after long day of works just like him, he had taking care of him earlier and yet Jimin not only thrown up his food—but also the tea that he Asks for. He already promised to drink it and push the older to make it when Yoongi himself know how it will turn out—Gosh .. he's really an awful boyfriend. Yoongi has doing a lot for him and yet—

"Jimin-ah .. hey .. breathe baby", Jimin didn't even realized that his breathe has come in a short intervals until Yoongi caresses his tears-coated cheeks, "Breathe .. it's okay, why are you crying?"

Jimin sniffles, for some reason, the question only makes his guilt swells even more. He looks up, letting Yoongi get ahold of his eyes—hoping that the witch could read his mind even his sight is blurry with tears—before letting himself falls into his boyfriend shoulders as the latter pulls him in with a chuckles, "Baby .. it's okay .. like i tell you earlier, i know the tea is awful. It's fine", Yoongi tries to say gently but the words fall flat and Jimin whines again. "No ..."

"What no?", Yoongi giggles now, "You just have thrown up too, there's no way your body can handle a bitter liquid shoved up like that .. it's okay", he adds, "Now let's not get yourself worked up, and rest .. okay? I will make you chamomile tea later, a normal one, no witchcraft involved"

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!jimin #caretaker!yoongi

[crystalsnow95z]

i had a sudden idea for a fic req. maybe poor jimin has a cold during one of bts' important meetings? like their speeches with UN and this makes jimin feel bad.

I struggled so much with this I don't know why..it's a bit short compared to my normal work. Forgive me🙏

I'm sorry it didn't turn out well, but the more i try to redo it, the more i hate it😅

"I don't know if I can do this..." Jimin eyes shifted to the others,watching them get ready for their own speeches, but no matter how hard I tried to suppress my cough to get through mine,I can't even get a quarter way before the painful cough escapes.

"Did you take the medicine before we left?" Hobi asks, looking up from his paper with worry in his eyes.

Jimin taking a tissue to spit the phlegm into. "I took medicine right when I woke up, and right after we got off the pla-" His coughing stops him from finishing the sentence, quickly grabbing a tissue to spit into, the mucus that filled his throat making him feel like gagging.

"Are you sure you don't just want to shorten your speech or just skip it all together? It sounds like you're losing your voice.." Jin suggests, but the idea of everyone else doing the speech was clearly out of the question.

Jungkookie is so nervous about it, I can see the paper shaking, and Namjoonie-hyung hasn't been able to sit still since we got here.. it wouldn't be fair for me to skip it, and I spent so much time on my speech.. I have to do this..

"No, no. I finally got my speech memorized. I'll mess up if I change..eh..eh..heh'tichiugh!" Jimin quickly covers his face, getting snot on the sleeves of his suit, pouting at the mess he made.

"Come on, Jiminie, let's get you cleaned up." Yoongi pulls Jimin by the elbow, leading him to the bathroom, wetting some paper towel to wash off the ends of his suit. "It's okay if you can't do it. If you're sick, you're sick. You can't control it." He dabs the mess away, careful not to just spread it further.

"I have to do this.. it won't feel right not to.. I'll just feel guilty the whole time.." Jimin sniffles, making him cough.

"Stop that, blow your nose." Yoongi scolds him, putting a hand on his shoulder before adding in a softer tone. "You'll just make yourself feel worse."

Jimin didn't think that was possible. He had to speak softer to stop his throat from hurting so much to talk, and his sinuses were so swollen it made his whole face hurt with a sharp headache, each cough just making the pain become intensify.

"Sorry, hyung.." Jimin went into the stall to get some toliet paper, trying to clear his nose while Yoongi washed his hands. No matter how hard he tried, it felt like there's no end. He sighed in annoyance, flushing the wads of tolietpaper down the toliet.

"You feeling any better?" Namjoon entered the bathroom to check on Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung peeking in the bathroom.

"Guys I'm fine..it's just a cold. I'm fine." Jimin gives him a smile, hoping if he keeps saying it, it would come true.

"It's time to go.." Staff calls to the members. "Is everyone ready?"

"As ready as I can be.." Jimin says, stifling a cough.

The boys look at him with worried expressions, following staff out of the room to meet with their president before going on stage.

Namjoon meets him first, bowing deeply and taking his hand. "Thank you for inviting us. It's a real honor."

"It's a pleasure to see you boys again." The president gives him a smile, greeting each boy with a warm hug.

Jimin tenses when he feels him squeeze him, a cough escaping his lips, quickly pulling away and bowing deeply. "I'm sorry..."

"Are you unwell?" The South korean president asked.

"It's nothing serious, I'm..I'm.." Jimin turns away from him, covering his face with his hands as a squeak of a sneeze comes out of him. "Hehitch!" He sniffles wetly, cheeks flushed red with embarrassment as he turns back, bowing again. "I'm sorry."

"Bless you." Hoseok rubs his back, giving him a tissue for his dripping nose. "Here, Jiminie."

Jimin wipes his nose, feeling it trying to drip into his mouth. I'm so gross.. I'm supposed to be here to represent my nation..

"Do you think you can perform today?" The president asks with concern, making Jimin's heart skip a beat. He had almost forgotten they were going to record before the meeting.

"I'll be okay.." Jimin says, trying to keep his voice steady. He wasn't just performing for army.. this was representing his nation. He couldn't mess this up.

"You got this.. I'll be here to back you up okay? I've been memorizing your lyrics with Taehyungie hyungie on the plane just I'm case you needed help?" Jungkook tries to rub some of the tension out of Jimin's shoulders. He couldn't help him with his speech, but he could at least lend him his voice while they performed, just as Jimin did for him before.

"Thanks Gukkie.." Jimin gives him a small smile, appreciating the gesture, but he didn't want to put extra work on the younger members.

"We got five minutes before rolling." A staff member alerts them.

Jimin pops a cough drop into his mouth to try to soothe his raw throat, feeling the mentol numbing a bit of the pain away. "I'll be okay.. my throat feels a little better after the tea staff gave me. Just worry about your parts okay?" He sniffles, making Jungkook leave his side to find him a tissue.

Jimin blows his nose one last time before getting into position to perform with his members, checking that the lighting was okay and that everyone's mic was working properly. He put one hand over the other to keep the mic steady in his stretching hands.

"Testing, 1..2.." Jimin could hear his voice in his ear piece, grimacing on how he sounded, clearing his throat to see if it would help. "Ahh..ahh.." he makes more sound into the mic, relaxing when he sounds more like himself again.

"Jiminie you got this!" Hoseok cheered into his mic.

"Let's go J.M!" Namjoon joins in.

Jimin smiles, wishing he had as much confidence in himself as they did.

He heard staff counting down for the cameras to roll, taking a deep breath, coughing instead of exhaling. He apologizes when he hears them starts the count over, feeling the eyes of his concerned members watching him.

I can do this.. I have to do this..

Jimin wishes it wasn't him that was singing first, that he asked to change it to a song without so many high notes, but he couldn't bring himself to ask the members to do it with less than a 24 hour notice.

He took another deep breath this time his voice coming out, singing calmly into the mic despite his heart thumping loudly in his ears and hammering against his chest.

"Open my eyes I'm in the dark..The sound of my heart beating... When it's unfamiliar.."

He sings the lyrics with his eyes closed, pressing his palm by his throat to try to help ease the pain. This isn't even the high part.. but it hurts..

Jungkook takes over the next part, Jimin pursing his lips together as a cough tries escaping. He was glad they didn't have any choreography to do. He was already having a rough time breathing, his nose already stuffing up once more during Yoongi's part. He took a deep breath when he heard Jungkook singing, cursing himself for shaking so much.

"Maybe I fell in order to take the place of those countless stars..." Jimin's voice came out strained, cracking at the end, making tears start to well up in his eyes, quickly looking up to try to stop them, blinking rapidly, singing softer.

"The target of thousands of bright arrows is me alone, ayy.." Jungkook sings along with him.

The notes will only get higher from here..

Jimin feels Jungkook and Jin move on either side of him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and swaying him as they sing the chorus.

Jimin takes a shaky breath, smiling through his tears, wrapping his arms around the waist of his members. As if planned, Taehyung wraps his arm around Jungkook, the two singing the post chorus together,sharing Taehyung's mic.

Namjoon wraps around Taehyung and Hoseok to Jin as they sing their parts, Hoseok beckoning Yoongi over by opening up his arm, the rapper shyly joining in the line.

Jimin smiles, despite the tears that flowed down his cheeks, feeling the love pouring from his members. Jungkook kept his word, Taehyung and Jungkook harmonizing with him for his parts to cover up his mistakes, the boys moving outside during the last minute of the song, quickly jumping into the next.

Jimin felt his voice growing weaker and weaker as he sang the two youngest members', voices overpowering his by the end of the second song. He focused on the choreography, pushing his limits to try to put on a good, completely exhausted by the end of it.

"Cut!"

As soon as Jimin heard the word, he collapsed into the grass, coughing into his fist, screwing his eyes shut from the pain in his throat.

"Jimin-ah, are you okay? Do you need oxygen" Hoseok rushes to his side, rubbing upper chest try to loosen the mucus. "Please, could I have some water?" He asks staff, using his sleeves to wipe the sweat from Jimin's brow.

Jimin spits up phelm, taking deep breaths to try to slow his coughing. A staff member gives him a water bottle, Jimin giving him a quick bow before gulping it down, the cool liquid soothing his throat.

"I'm fi.." Jimin's voice was only a hoarse whisper, cracking at the end, his eyes widening. Oh no. This can't be happening. I have a speech to give..

"My..my voice.." Jimin feels his eyes water, burying his face in Hoseok's shoulder.

"Aiigo.. the performance was too much.." Hoseok coos sympathically, hugging him close. "It's okay baby, it's okay.. you gave it your all.."

"I should've told him not to sing. Im sorry, Jimin.." Namjoon felt guilty for letting him push himself past his limits, but Jimin shook his head.

"I wanted to do it.." Jimin looks up helplessly at Namjoon. "But..now..what about the speech?"

"I told you before not to worry about that..it's not important.." Namjoon pulls him close. "Don't worry about it, Jiminie. Just worry about getting better, okay? I can read it for you."

"But-"

Namjoon puts a finger on his lips. "No. No more talking. Let hyung handle it." He pulls the older card on Jimin. "You rest and don't cry.. you can't help it if you get sick.."

Jimin nods, knowing that even if he argued against him, he wouldn't be able to do it. Jimin takes the tissue staff offered him, cleaning up his face. As soon af the tissue touched his nose the sneezes he held back came one by one. "Heh..uughchi! Heh'itchi...Ha..hexifgh..! Heh'xxcghi!"

"My poor baby.." Hoseok rubs Jimin's back, trying to soothe him. "We'll have to get you more medicine when we get to the hotel.."

"I'm sorry.. for embarrassing everyone.." Jimin sniffles.

"You didn't embarrass anybody. It's perfect normal to be sick okay Jiminie?" Yoongi tells him in a serious tone.

"Yeah, we're proud you pushed through two songs when you were in such bad condition." Jin adds wiping Jimins eyes. "You're gonna make me cry.."

"So..I can..still go on stage and stand with you guys?" Jimin asks, voice cracking.

"What kind of question is that?" Taehyung sounds mock offended. "Of course you're going to be with us. You just got to stay quiet, and every time you try to talk I'll hit you with my shoe." He teases, untying his shoe.

"Taehyungie you better keep your shoes on while on stage. Dont embarrass me." Namjoon scolds playfully, getting a giggle out of the 95ers.

"Keep your sweaty shoe to yourself." Jimin whispers with a tiny giggle, pushing away the shoe Taehyung was threatening him with.

"I said no talking." Taehyung playfully hits Jimin in the thigh with the shoe. "Bad Jimin."

"Come on kids, we gotta get ready. Sick or not, we still have a meeting to attend.." Jin gathers up his members, going back inside.

"Jiminie remember, it doesn't matter what the world thinks. Only Army..and they'll understand you aren't always like this okay?" Hoseok tells him taking his hand. "Just get better soon okay?"

Jimin smiles, nodding his head, feeling himself calming down. He makes a heart to Hoseok, the older member smiling.

"I love you too Jiminie." Hoseok pulls Jimin close to kiss the top of his head. "A lot of people do, so take better care of yourself."

#bts sickfic #bts boys #bts fanfic #bts sickie #bts jimin #bts jungkook #bts jhope #bts namjoon #bts taehyung #bts #sick!jimin #bts cold #bts suga #bts hobi #bts jin #jm

[taetaemilktea]

Jimin is sick 😭 This is what he said in his live about the Billboard results

🐥: this is tmi, but i rested today. and i must've ate too fast and i got indigestion. i couldn't even go on my phone until morning bc i was so tired and have a fever. i kept thinking about how i have to write a letter to you guys, but be of indigestion i couldn't do it

🐥: but what's really funny is that i still wanted to keep eating. so i kept eating with an upset stomach. i felt better starting dinnertime though.

🐥: my voice is weird? bc i threw up a lot until this morning, so my throat is bad rn. and i didn't talk much too

#bts whump #sick!jimin #bts emeto #it sounds like he’s been working so hard #i hope that he has a chance to rest after his album release

[whats-k-popping]

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Doctor's Orders: Part 1 || Part 2

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Courtesy Call

Caretakers Jungkook and Yoongi ft Fever

Stood Up (NON-IDOL ROMANTIC AU)

Caretaker Jimin ft Flu (Fever/Emeto)

Just a Small Fever

Caretaker Main Seokjin and rest of BTS ft Appendicitis

Running On E

Caretakers Yoongi and Jungkook ft Exhaustion/Fainting

Adventures in Take Out

Caretaker Seokjin ft Double Food Poisoning (Emeto/Scat/Fever)

It Was Supposed to be Korean

Caretaker Seokjin ft Lactose Intolerance (Emeto/Scat)

The Show Must Go On

Caretaker OT7 ft Flu (fever/emeto)

Sick Seokjin Fics

Cravings (MPREG AU)

Caretaker Yoongi ft Morning Sickness (Nausea/Emeto)

Ill Confession

Caretaker Namjoon ft Fever

Layers

Caretakers Jungkook and Yoongi ft Fever/Emeto

In the Middle of the Night: Part 1 || Part 2

Caretaker Jungkook ft Emeto/Fever

Adventures in Take Out

Caretaker Namjoon ft Double Food Poisoning (Emeto/Scat/Fever)

Sick Yoongi Fics

5-Star Boyfriends: Part 1 || TBC (COLLEGE BOYFRIENDS AU)

Caretaker Hoseok ft Flu

Just Jimin

Caretaker Jimin ft Emeto

Love Jack

Caretaker Hoseok(kinda) ft Fever/Cough/Sore Throat

Time Management

Caretaker Hoseok ft Hiccups/Overindulgence

Sick Hoseok Fics

We're Just Roommates: Part One || Part Two || TBC (NON-IDOL AU)

Caretaker Namjoon ft Emeto/Fever

Tummy Ache

Caretaker OT7 ft Aggressive Stomach Ache

Mealtime with SUGA

Caretaker Yoongi ft Bloating/Stomach Ache

Safe Zone

Caretaker Yoongi ft Enteritis (Emeto/Scat/Fever)

Sick Jimin Fics

No Promises (COFFEE SHOP AU)

Caretaker Namjoon ft Flu (Fever/Mentions of Emeto)

Movie Night Fever

Caretaker Taehyung ft Fever

It's Gonna Be You(Ngi)

Caretaker Hyung Line ft Fever/Emeto

More than Hunger

Caretaker Taehyung and Yoongi ft Emeto/Fever

A Trip to the Antique Store

Caretaker Taehyung ft Snz content/Allergy

Pan De Bono

Caretaker Seokjin ft Lactose Intolerance (Emeto/Scat)

Nothing Bad Can Happen

Caretaker Namjoon ft. Gluten Intolerance

Sick Taehyung Fics

As Long As It Takes (POLY RELATIONSHIP AU)

Caretakers Jimin and Yoongi ft Fever

Snow Day

Caretaker Yoongi ft Fever

Sharing is Caring

No caretaker (technically) ft Cold (snz/congestion)

All Alone

Caretaker Namjoon ft Cold (snz/sore throat/headache) and Fever

Sick Jungkook Fics

Appa's Sick Day: Part 1 || Part 2 || TBC (MARRIED WITH KIDS AU)

Caretaker Taehyung ft Flu (Fever/Emeto)

Runaway (ORPHAN JUNGKOOK AU) June 27 || February 2

Caretaker Seokjin ft exhausion (P1) and Fever (P2)

Doctor's Orders: Part 1 || Part 2

Caretaker Namjoon and Yoongi ft Injury

Overdid It

Caretaker Jimin ft Overindulgence/Emeto

Sharing is Caring

Caretaker Taehyung ft Cold (snz/congestion)

I Don't Get Carsick

Caretaker Namjoon ft Motion Sickness

Hyungs Can Help: Part 1 || Part 2

Caretakers OT7 ft Cold (snz/congestion/fever)

More Than the Drinks

Caretakers OT7 ft Intoxication/Stomach Ulcer

In the Middle of the Night: Part 1 || Part 2

(Sick JK only in part 2) Caretaker Seokjin ft emeto/fever

A Recipe for Disaster

Caretaker Namjoon ft Food Poisoning

#bts #aki sickfics #aki writes #aki masterlist #bts sickfics #sick!namjoon #sick!seokjin #sick!yoongi #sick!hoseok #sick!Jimin #sick!Taehyung #sick!Jungkook #caretaker!OT7 #bts emeto #bts fever #bts snz #wow I really hate naming all my request fics

[min-yunki-agustd]

Can you draw jimin crying cause he threw up in the middle of the night and yoongi rubs his back?

TW: V******, emeto, sick

#btssickfic request #bts sickfic #sick bts #bts emeto #tw nausea #tw vomit #tw emeto ment #min yunki agustsickfic #min yunki agust #sick!jimin #caretakeryoongi #tw sick mention #emetodrawingrequest

[mikrokoskooks]

Gastroenterits

Sickies:Jungkook, Taehyung and Jimin

Caretakers:The hyung line

TW:Emeto, mentions of vom!t and slight scat.

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It was stomach flu season almost half of the country had it. Unfortunately half of the country included Jungkook,Jimin and Taehyung . You see the hyungs,somehow,caught gastroenteritis and the maknaes spent a whole 3 days nursing them back to health with was very sweet but now they were sadly paying the price.

>>>

It was 6pm and the members were all sat around the dinner table. Everybody except the three youngest were eating and it wasn't really going unnoticed. "Jungkook how come you're not eating"Jin asks." Not hungry "he mumbles. how odd jungkook's always hungry." You too Jimin.. Are you not hungry?" "Mmm"

"Uhm hyung, Taehyung speaks up, can I please be excused" "Sure but you've barely eaten anything either. Tae, Jimin, Jungkook are you okay" Namjoon questions rasing an eyebrow. "I-I feel really sick" Jimin admits "and I think I'm gonna be sick" Taehyung speaks before making a mad dash to the bathroom. "Are you feeling ok jk?" Yoongi says. "I'm perfectly fine" "you sure?" he nods his head yes and goes to his room

Jungkook was not perfectly fine he was everything but fine. He had a wicked stomach ache and felt extremely nauseous but he was way to stubborn to admit it . Especially with Jimin and Taehyung sick. He didn't want to be a burden to his hyungs and add to the list of sick members. He'd be alright anyway, he was sure he could cover up his sickness, that was something simple. Right?

>>>

"I- wow. It's okay kooks you're okay, get it all up"

Wrong. Jungkook couldn't even live up to his statement for 10 minutes. He was managing just fine until Namjoon came to ask him if he was sure he was okay, there was something about those words that made his stomach lurch and he ended up throwing up in a bowl on his bedside table. "Hyung. I feel soo gross" "I know honey I think you Tae and Jimin caught our flu" "uggh"

>>> The next day<<<

Things were even worse today then they were yesterday, Jimin and Jungkook couldn't keep a single thing down and poor Taehyung was stuck being sick from both ends. "Guys I made you breakfast" Jin smiles placing a some bowls of porridge on the table. The maknae line groans, there's no way they want to eat anything now. They couldn't stop throwing up the night before and they aren't in the mood to start again. "You have to eat something" Hoseok says moving the food slightly closer to the ailing men.

Everyone except Jimin had been able to eat at least half of their food. Jimin couldn't even stomach a mouthful the minute he lifted the spoon to his mouth his stomach churned. " I'm going to be sick" He moans Yoongi's already holding a bin for the younger to be sick in.

There was nothing really left for Jimin to throw up since he didn't eat anything. He brought up a mouthful of yellow-ish bile and what looked like some water that he managed to drink the night before.

Jimin's puking had somehow managed to set Taehyung of and he began retching into his own bucket. "This is gonna be a long day isn't it" Namjoon sighs.

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Okay I'm gonna end this here because I think it's starting to get a bit jumbled up. I hope you enjoy it <3

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

[sickybubbies]

hello, do you by any chance accepting request? if yes, can i request pregnant jimin go through a hard morning sickness, where he keeps throwing up throughout the day, something like that? with caretaker seokjin

thank you!

A/N: Here you go! This is a collab with the lovely @sicjimin who I love so much. Honestly amazing they are. We tried our best, let us know if you'd like more!

TW: graphic descriptions of vomit, mpreg

Sickie: Jimin, Caretaker: Seokjin

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Jimin knows something is wrong when he falls asleep, but after a tiring day at work he wants nothing but to snuggle up to Seokjin. So he does, only to find himself stirring again. It's 3:17 in the morning, theoretically. But it's still dark outside. Jimin feels queasy, which is weird. Maybe the notion of morning sickness is finally coming to life. He slowly pulls back the covers, assessing the urgency of the situation. By the time he's standing, there's a lot of saliva in his mouth and he's rushing to the nearest bathroom, ready to be sick.

"Minnie...?" Seokjin stirs—squinting his sleepy eyes to watch someone that was beside him rushing and opening the bathroom door in quick motion. He looks at the clock.

3.17 AM .. not even 2 hours passed after they both fell asleep. He's about to grunt for being awakened in such early hours, but the annoyance died quickly when he heard a long belch from the bathroom.

He snaps his head, meeting with a figure of his boyfriend bent over the toilet with liquid pouring out from his mouth.

"Shit", he curses, scrambling to get out of the bed and quickly joining the latter.

"Jiminie.. love", he murmurs, his right hand holding the younger waist while the other massaging his nape as Jimin heaves once again. "What happened?" He asks through his tired gaze.

Jimin doesn't answer, spitting before he's overwhelmed with nausea again and his throat feels bitter. "I don't know.." He answered, his stomach is doing flips. "I think it's morn'-" he quietly burps behind his fist, continuing. "-morning sickness" He breathes heavily, gagging once more before throwing up again.

Seokjin's worried frown turns into a fond one. He chuckles quietly as he tightens his grip on his boyfriend's waist when he sways forward with one particularly harsh retch, "Oh, it's starting hm?"

Jimin gives a nod. "Feels horrible" his lips part as another wave of vomit gurgles out of him and he pants. Squeezing his eyes shut as his throat burns, some might've travelled up his nose cause that burns too.

"I'm sorry love, but i'm afraid you're gonna experience this for the next months", Seokjin hums, moving his hand to the younger stomach, making a circle pattern over it. "Gosh, you're throwing up a lot, Jiminie"

Jimin retches, smaller streams trickle out of him before he's reduced to dry heaving over an almost full toilet of vomit making him cringe. He feels his stomach calm down afterwards, leaning tiredly into Seokjin.

"Done?", he asks, brushing his boyfriend's sweaty hair back and placing a small peck on his forehead when he gets a nod. He stretches to flush the toilet. Not wanting the sight to set the pregnant man more. He drapes the tissue over Jimin's tired lips, wiping the remnant of vomit and saliva there as the younger pants to catch his breath.

They stay silent for a minute, busy giving them a rub while he lets his boyfriend regain his energy back.

" Do you want to go back to bed?" Seokjin murmurs—sleepiness starts catching up on him again. And he's sure Jimin is also nearly dazed off.

"--please," Jimin almost begs, his exhaustion ampled after the entire ordeal. He leans his weight generously on Seokjin as he allows, getting helped back to the bedroom. He crawls back on to the bed, flopping onto his side tiredly with his eyes drooping.

"Hey, drink some water first, your throat must be hurt", Seokjin chuckles, propping himself over his elbow and reaching for the glass on their nightstand, handing it to Jimin that he accepts with grunts.

He smiles when Jimin finishes half of it, and pulls him close, and joined the younger to catch sleep again.

***

What Seokjin doesn't know and doesn't expect from morning sickness is that it could happen so many times, not only once in the morning. He watches with frown when Jimin starts to shift uncomfortably and places his spoon back to his half-eaten breakfast.

"What's wrong?"

Jimin's face twists, he feels nausea yet again. He can feel the food slosh in his stomach, the bite not even travelling down his esophagus. "I can't eat this"

"We have work until late today, you need to eat, Jiminie", Seokjin says, " And don't forget you're eating for two now"

Jimin takes one look at the food again, it looks revolting when previously it would be one of his favourites. His stomach does a flip. "I can't. I'm gonna be sick" There's the faint warning, he's sucking in a breath and clamping a hand over his mouth.

The chair scrapes backwards, Jimin coughs as he stands up. The bathroom looks like it's a mile away, so he makes a dive for the sink and Seokjin can already hear his laboured breathing.

Seokjin stays silent, the frown hasn't ceased down from his face as he follows his boyfriend behind, and rubs his back.

Again.

He winces when the muscles contract under his palm, and soon a grated gag echoes through their apartment. Jimin coughs, and spits as it only brings thick saliva dripped from his lips.

Seokjin's hand shifts to massage his nape again, feeling it tense, "Breathe, love. Don't force it"

Jimin tries to listen, but the process is agonizingly slow. His throat makes the sounds of strain, pitching forward with a heave as vomit spills out of his mouth and splatters into the sink sickeningly. He belches, another thick stream of his breakfast making an appearance.

Seokjin scrunched, feeling his heart twist as he watches the breakfast he made coating the sink. He sighs, feeling helpless at how sick Jimin is right now. It hasn't' even 5 hours passed since he last threw up, and he is already back at it again. Seokjin continues to rub Jimin's back, feeling it become sweaty, and murmuring sweet nothings

Jimin coughs and splutters on a particular wave that's rough coming up, he hiccups and it morphs into a gag before he's spitting the remaining taste in his mouth. He sniffles, there's tears in his eyes from all the straining. His cheeks flush. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to throw up like that..all your efforts" he feels ashamed and hopes Seokjin doesn't feel bad.

"Hey what are you saying", Seokjin smiles sadly, wiping the tears that rolled down on the younger cheeks, " It's okay. You're not feeling well. I don't care about my cooking or whatsoever", he sighs, "It's just making me sad that you're being this sick"

Jimin also nods, leaning against Seokjin again. "Maybe it's normal" he murmurs, he feels slightly better but not enough to eat again and go to work. "I don't think I can go to work today, Jin. I'm gonna just go change and sleep. Maybe tomorrow I'll feel good enough to" He briefly remembers to rinse his mouth, so he does. Cupping his hand under the tap he puts some water in his mouth, swishing it around and spitting it back out.

"I will too. Let's take a day off, okay?" Seokjin quickly agrees. " I can work from my studio here, or my laptop. It's okay", he continues when he catches Jimin's frowns. "There's no way i'm gonna leave you alone all sick like this", he steps forward, placing his hand on the younger waist, and pecks a light kiss on Jimin's lips, "and i know you won't take medicine or try to eat if I leave you alone, you sneaky baby. Let me take care of you and our baby here, okay?"

Jimin wants to protest, but the lips feel so soft and good that he nods. It reminds him of how much he'd want Seokjin to be around. "I didn't brush my teeth, maybe we should work on kissing after I do that" He makes a remark with the scrunch of his nose, slowly walking back to his bedroom with Seokjin's laughter following behind him with body.

#bts emeto #bts sickfic #sick!jimin #caring!seokjin #tw mpreg #tw: vomit #v proud of myself for being slightly more active again teehee

[bts-fics1]

Hello! i am looking for more bts rp buddies again!

i have no triggers and i’m open to any plots. i only do member x member so no ocs!!

i’m open to angst, smut, and fluff and i’ll help come up with a plot if you have nothing in mind. dms are open:)

all i ask of you is to be active and if you are busy please let me know in advance.

#bts hoesok #bts namjoon #bts jhope #bts sickfic #sick!jimin #bts whump #sick!hoseok #sick!namjoon #emeto #bts smut #bts angst #bts rps #bts yoongi #bts rp ad #bts rp blog

[sickiesope]

I’m glad you’re back! Started reading your fics not so long ago.

Can I request a very feverish jimin, with either a throat or a stomach infection, and worried members that take care of him day and night?

Thank you sm anon I'm glad to be back too! :) I managed to get in everyone taking care of Jiminie here 💜

Downtime for Jimin

Sickie: Jimin

Catetakers: OT7

TW: emeto

Summary: Jimin hates when he gets sick.🌡

2PM:

Jimin had to sit out of dance practice after running to throw up twice. He couldn't pick up the choreography and kept missing steps. Hoseok halted it and made the younger sit down after noticing he felt warm.

"I dont know what's wrong with me" Jimin huffed. He hates missing out on dancing but he does feel a bit faint.

"I dont want you passing out on us" Hoseok tells him. He gives Jimin a trash can nearby and a bottle of water. Jimin sits on the floor leaning against the wall. He tells himself he can join again when he feels better but that doesn't happen. Hoseok ends up ending the session earlier as he sees Jimin in such poor condition.

4PM:

Jimin hates feeling like this. His stomach has been acting up all day. He started feeling warm around mid afternoon and when he threw up his lunch he knew he was done for.

"Jimin, you doing okay?" Yoongi and Taehyung wait outside the locked stall in the bathroom.

"..mhm.." Jimin moans in response. His stomach gurgles and he throws up wet chunks into the bowl.

Being sick and throwing up is one thing but doing it at your work building somehow feels much worse. Jimin worries about random people coming in and hearing his awful retches and he doesn't want anyone seeing his face after he's done. It feels too vulnerable. But today he has no other option, other than the floor in the hallway.

"How are you doing?" Taehyung asks him after the retching simmers down.

"Ugh.. I'm done.." Jimin's voice croaked. He wipes his mouth and flushes. When he finally unlocks the door they see how sickly he looks. Jimin has circles under his eyes and he's sweating lightly.

"Jiminah, you look terrible you poor thing. And you're running a pretty bad fever there." Yoongi and Taehyung help Jimin clean his face quickly.

"Ugh, let's get out of here before anyone else comes in" Jimin says worriedly. His face is flushed and his stomach still cramping, he hastily walks out. Luckily no one else was around.

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7PM:

Jimin crawled into bed after a rough ride home. His fever rising and his appetite declined. The lights are off and it feels much later than it is and his fever makes it hard to think properly.

Jungkook tried giving him some ginger tea for his stomach. But not even five minutes later he's grabbing the bucket again, heaving up the small amount he sipped.

"Awh, I'm sorry the tea didn't help hyung" Jungkook said sadly.

"It's okay Kookie, I appreciate the gesture" Jimin says quietly, rubbing JK's hand. He really wishes his stomach would let up. He couldn't even join the guys at dinner as his stomach can't handle anything.

Jungkook goes to get a new cold wet cloth for Jimin's fever. "Try to sleep some more hyung."

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12AM:

Jimin conked out for awhile but his head is so hot and bothered he woke again. Jin cleaned the bucket and took Jimin's temperature. He's alarmed at how high it is "whoa, you're burning up Jiminah."

Jimin doesn't say anything, he's too nauseas. His stomach is still threatening to hurl up more. He can't believe he still has anything to throw up, he lost his lunch and his breakfast long ago.

"Don't force it Jiminah".the oldest says softly.

"I c-can't help it--" Jimin cuts off with another harsh retch, splashing into the newly cleaned bucket.

"Hyung, I hate this" Jimin whined and dove his head into the bucket again. His stomach is still pushing up even though it's pretty much empty. After one more dry heave and just spitting out saliva, Jimin concludes that he's done. He wraps himself up in the blankets like a burrito and closes his eyes.

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4AM:

Jimin keeps falling asleep and randomly waking up again. He blames it on his fever and his stomach that still churns sometimes. Jimin thought he fell asleep on the couch at work and woke up hot and uncomfortable. Nope, he's in his own bed. Namjoon took out the fan and put it in Jimin's room, hoping it would help him cool down. The breeze is nice on his sweaty face and slightly damp hair.

Namjoon also tried giving him medicine for his fever and upset tummy but he threw it up 20 minutes later. "I think Jimin should see a doctor tomorrow morning" the leader finally says.

Jimin whines in protest but the others all agree he should.

"I think so too, he might need a different medicine" Hoseok adds. Jimin doesn't like the idea but knows in the back of his head that he should.

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8AM:

Jimin's doctor confirms he has a stomach infection. He prescribes him medication that will clear it up within a few days and in the meantime he has to take it easy. The others continue to take care of him until he's better.

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #sick!jimin #caretaker!ot7

[sicjimin]

Can you do jimin carsick on a normal day and how it annoys him that he started off his day being sick which makes him tired when compared to the other members so he's not as productive on the days where he gets carsick and there's no telling on which days he will because it's so unpredictable.

You can choose the caretaker who reassures him and gently gets jimin out of his frustration

a.n : a usual opening for my fic .. i'm sorry this take soooooo long to be fullfiled, i hope this won't disappoint you after the long wait, and i hope you're still around anon 🥲 thank you for requesting ! and sorry for the broken grammar all over, somehow after almost 2 months not writing, my english isn't english-ing

tw : emeto

Jimin isn't a hateful person per se, like .. if you had to sit him down in an interview, and they ask him to put it on the list someone or something that he hates, it would definitely take him longer than 5 minutes to give something out—or even none. Maybe he would put something silly like mangos, mint choco, and etc ; that would sent the members teasing him or the interviewer burst into giggles, as they all know, there's no actual hatred in Jimin's body for it.

But on some days, bad days to be exact—Jimin would love to be asked that kind of questions and he would answer it delightfully without having to think long ; and he definitely put every meaning into his answers.

It's being sick.

He hates being sick. No—scratch it. He loathes being sick.

And bless God for putting his soul in a petite body that's apparently : have a great resistance towards cruel and inhumane hours of dancing, but very weak against a moving object (re: cars, trains .. and every other transportations you could name). It's so .. goofy, if he think about it.

He hates how it comes on the most unpredictable times—sometimes when he's in rush hours and running late, or sometimes when he's already dealing with anxiety before something big—and how sometimes it comes even he already prevented it. A big gulp of benadryl, dramamine .. everything you named it ; in the morning, still got him dizzy and gagging at the parking lot in those bad days.

And lucky for him, today is one of those days—and it's just match perfectly how they got to shoot something a bit far away, 30 mins of ride if there's no traffic.

He starts to sense that something is going wrong in the first 10 minutes of ride—as he tries to tuned in with whatever conversation Taehyung and Jungkook get going on in front of him, and Yoongi quiet scroll through his phone—when he feels a familiar tightness around his middle area.

He takes a deep breath, hoping that it's just anxiety pooling in with the mental image of doing a shoot, mixed with his quite filling breakfast. It doesn't help much; a few more seconds pass with his hands balled up in fists, starting to sweat.

It happens so fast, like one moment he starts acknowleged the telltale of it—then another second it grows.

He feels dizzy now.

"Hyung ..", Jimin tries to switch his gaze from the quick passing of trees on the road, but his head feels heavier than before, as if his stomach had dropped. The pressure increases exponentially in his belly and he bites on his lower lip to stop the groan that threatens to slip out.

Yoongi snaps up from his phone, and when their eyes meet his gaze looks worried. "Jimin-ah, are you okay?", he asks quietly, eyes wide open, brows furrowed and worry written over his face. His voice comes out as a question, and his hand reach to rub circles on the younger's thigh in an effort to ease him.

Jimin shuts his eyes as he takes another deep gush of breathe, even with the darkness—everything is spinning around him. And he feels sickeningly warm at the same time. "Bag ..", he manages to utter, barely above a whisper—not trusting himself enough to be more detailed with whatever he's feeling. Or else their lap; Yoongi's and his; would be covered with his breakfast now.

Jimin could hear Yoongi's quiet curses, followed with loud fumbling around his bag and hushed call towards the others that seated in front—in between the ringing in his ears as his breakfast pooled right on his throat. Then, Yoongi's palm is under his chin as the rapper tap his shoulder.

He opened his eyes slowly, seeing bag already pushed towards him, "Here."

The elder's voice is quiet, worried, and there are tiny lines carved across his forehead like he was trying to figure something to do.

Jimin feels like he's not part of his body anymore everytime he feels sick—like it got another mind to control what his next moves and no room for Jimin to think and contemplate it. He barely got to mumbles a quiet "sorry" to his members—before his stomach curved in, forcing a quiet loud and gross gag filling the car. Tears pooling in his eyes with the force and embarassment that came with it. And he felt himself get pushed to the side, colliding with Yoongi's chest as the older wrapped his arms around him, and his low "It's okay .. you will feel better after this" get drowned with the next heaves, that apparently more productive as a mouthful of vomit splatter to the bag.

Jimin gasps, breathing heavily and panting from the overwhelming amount of nausea that has filled his system. He tried getting out of Yoongi's grip, yet the elder held him close as the smaller man shook, bending forward even more when his stomach pushing all his breakfast out, filling the bag rapidly without giving him room to breathe.

"Hyung .. sorry ..", Jimin coughed for a bit, then shook with another sickly retch as even more puke fountained out of his mouth.

Yoongi hums, keep rubbing small circles around his shoulder blade to comfort his trembling figure and keep him steady. Jimin keeps his eyes shut tightly, barely registering the concerned mumbles around him—as his body worked up, continued to let his stomach content out for quite some time before he doubled over with unproductive spasms.

Jimin slumps against Yoongi, almost completely limp, his head lulling to the side, lips slightly parted and his hair stuck against his neck.

"Jiminie," he heard Taehyung calls out, sounding worried "Are you alright?"

Jimin lets out a shaky breath, "I'm fine..", he mutters quietly, eyes still closed. "It just hurts a little.. my stomach.."

"Do you want us to stop somewhere?", he recognized that as Jin trying to sound caring and calm, but was clearly still worried.

"No... no it's fine.", Jimin says, "We're only few minutes away, right?"

"Yeah.", Jungkook replies, voice laced in worry. Jimin nods weakly at the youngest's reply.

The car went in silence and Jimin's body feels weak. But he can't afford to sleep when he needs to remain conscious—not until his stomach stops feeling so horrible. He just hopes that when he wakes back up he'll feel somewhat rested.

"Do you need something? you have your medicine with you?", Yoongi's quiet voices brings Jimin back to reality and he shakes his head, keeping his eyes not being open for too long in attempt to avoid the new round of nausea. "No.... to both. I think i forgot to take my meds this morning. I dont think today .. will be like this", he mumbled in between heavy breaths.

Jimin can imagine the concern look on Yoongi's expression—he knows his hyung, he would understand if it was him.

"Let's rest for awhile then.", Yoongi suggested calmly, rubbing small circles on his back again.

***

Jimin knows that his bout of sickness wont end simply with once episode of throwing up. He knows his body better than that—along with how he already lost count with waves of nausea that passes through his body since he stepped out of the car until now.

It's almost 2pm now, they already moved from the shoot location to the practice room as they need to rehearse few things for their new songs and upcoming shows.

Jimin frowned, looking at his reflection in the mirror like it's personally offended him when he got the moves wrong—no, he got it right but something feels off with how he did it. It's not .. perfect enough. He takes a deep breath, gulping down a whine out of frustration that been building up, and blinks—the room spins momentarily ; but he brushed it off—before moving his hand along with the beat on his head.

"Jimin-ah"

"Hm?", Jimin hums, choosing to look at Hoseok—that been eyeing him for the past minutes—through the mirror, so it doesn't break his focus.

"You should sit this down for a minute, take a rest", the older frowns, "You're pale"

"I know, I know," Jimin sighs, "But i cant, we have to go soon..."

"Jimin, you don't look good..."

"I will after this, just few minutes i promise", Jimin mumbles as he continues, trying his best to shake away the sudden nausea creeping back over him, "I'm okay, really"

"Jiminie..."

"Hobi hyung... please just trust me", Jimin pleaded, finally looking at his friends—and he can see Hoseok's hesitancy, but the older gives in anyway—leaning closer to check the other out more carefully. He watches as he reaches to pat his arm in reassurance.

Jimin smiles in appreciation, before turning his attention back to the choreography that he was supposed to master perfectly before their run through.

It takes him a while to get everything back into place—he isn't sure whether that's because his vision is starting to blur or because of the sweat dripping down his temples. But he can't complain, he has to concentrate, otherwise this whole practice session could turn into vain.

He closes his eyes tightly, feeling the nausea becoming more intense along with his movement. Taking a deep breathe even through the help of his parted lips didn't help. His tongue felt thick and cottony in his mouth, and he knows he probably won't last much longer.

Just as he thought that—just when he was about to move one foot to make the next step forward, his stomach turns once again—this time causing him to bend forward. A wave of nausea hits him and the taste of bile floods in his mouth. He gags, quickly clamped his mouth as his lunch burns through his throat and filling his cheeks.

His eyes widen, panic washing over him as his stomach rolls again, pushing more intense gag that he knows will breaking his composure.

He barely register that someone called out for him—that Yoongi and Hoseok been on his side, ready to help—when he makes a run to the bathroom.

He cant throw up here.

He slams the bathroom door open with a slim time—he gagged into the palm of his hand and turned toward the nearest sink instead.  Jimin doubled over and spewed a chunky stream of vomit into the sink. He barely aware with the rush of footsteps behind him, the sudden touch going up and down over his back, and how his already grown hair not spilling all over the sink—as he's too busy following his stomach command. Over and over he shuddered and spewed out chunks of his half-digested lunch.

"Ssh, Jimin, breathe ..", Yoongi cooed at him, holding onto his shoulders to keep him steady—while Hoseok stood by the sink, watching Jimin vomit out his meal with his face scrunched.

"Hoba", Yoongi croaked out as his fingers found their way under Jimin's hair and pulled it back, grimacing as his voice drowned with the younger heaves, "Can you bring him water and towel?"

Hoseok nodded, rushing out of the room, secretly glad that he didn't have to witness it for a moment as his own stomach starts to turn as well.

"Hyung ..", Jimin paused, panting, and let his mouth hang open as nausea still thick lacing over him. "This is so gross", he chokes out before another retch soon overcame and water rushes out of him.

Yoongi chuckles, "Yeah it is .. but it's okay, you have to let it out"

***

After Jimin vomits for what seemed like ages, though he knew it was only about ten minutes, Hoseok comes with Yoongi's request—towel and bottle of cold water in hands. "Are you feeling better?", he cooed at the younger that slumped against the sink as he rinses his mouth, eyes rid rimmed and filled with tears—while Yoongi steadily held him by waist ; afraid that the younger legs might gave out anytime soon.

Jimin groans softly, wiping his forehead with the towel, "A bit.."

"That's good", Hoseok smiles, "You need to go home"

"Go home?!", Jimin splutters, brows furrowed. "You can't tell me that."

Hoseok laughs, "Yes I do, you must be exhausted", he pauses briefly, "You've practiced a lot. That's enough, and you're not feeling good"

"I already feel better!", Jimin whines, shaking his head furiously before he cut out with a gasps, as dizziness rushing through him and makes him lose his footing.

"Jiminie .."

"See? You barely can hold yourself up", Hoseok points out, helping Jimin lean against Yoongi that been quiet. "Hyung can go with you"

"Hyung ..", Jimin whines again, moving his gaze towards Yoongi, hoping that the latter would help him somehow.

He still needs to practice ! There's a lot of movement that he hasn't perfected yet ! How can they make him go home?

"Jimin," Yoongi calls his name sternly, and Jimin knows Yoongi is serious this time. "You're not doing a great job either right now"

Jimin groans at that, knowing it's true. The younger is not in control anymore, and it hurts his stomach to even move at all. Jimin hates having an effect on everyone around him, especially those close to him—they shouldn't have to worry about his health when it comes to their career.

"Okay", Jimin looks down, suddenly feeling too tired to argue. "I'm sorry hyung"

"No, no. Don't apologize", Hoseok assures him; "You've already done enough".

Jimin sighs, "Okay.."

"Here, drink some water first", Hoseok said gently. Jimin nods slowly, opening the bottle of water and taking a sip. "Good boy, now go home with your hyung and take a rest", Hoseok ruffles his hair, smiling warmly at Jimin who returned it weakly. "And call me when you get home"

"I will hyung"

They watch as Hoseok walks out, leaving Jimin alone with Yoongi. Jimin lets out a soft sigh, leaning further towards Yoongi's chest, "I'm sorry you have to go out early too with me. I can go home al—"

"Nah", Yoongi cuts him out, as he trailed behind the younger. "Thank you for letting me out early", he chuckles. "You know sometimes rest doesn't hurt, and i'm sure everyone won't do much either today"

Jimin huffs, tugging Yoongi's sleeves to walk closer with him unconsciously, "But we only have few weeks left—"

"And you have been performing for 10 years, Min .. a day of rest won't reducing your performance", Yoongi smiled fondly at him, wrapping his arms securely around his body, "Let's rest today okay? We can continue tomorrow."

"Okay", Jimin sighs, knowing Yoongi will always find the counter attack if he's going on and on—then fine, he'll allow himself to go a little off the beat this one afternoon.

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!jimin #caretaker!yoongi

[crystalsnow95z]

can you write a sickfic about jimin coming down with a cold while shooting run bts?

Hopefully this is acceptable to you. I don't have the spare time to rewrite it.. I just wrote without planning ahead. The ending sucks. If you don't like it I'll write a new one

Tw: IV used so needle meantion?

"Jiminie, choose a paper." J-Hope gently nudges Jimin to get his attention.

"Huh? Oh, right. Sorry." Jimin takes a piece of paper from the cup. "I got-"

"No, no don't tell them Jimin-sii. It's a scavenger hunt. You need to find the item. Telling the others will make it harder." Staff warns him.

"Ah, right. Thank you." He bows, fighting off the urge to cough.

"Are you feeling okay Jiminah? Your voice sounds off." Yoongi places a hand on his shoulder, worry flashing in his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Its just a little tickle in my throat. I'll rest when I get home. It's no big deal." Jimin smiles, trying to sound convincing even with another cough following his words.

"Are you sure Jimin? You could sit this one out and be an MC if you aren't feeling well." Namjoon frets as well, placing his hand on the back if Jimin's neck, checking for warmth.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. It's just a little cold. It's just annoying." Jimin moves away from Namjoon, checking his objects again before folding up the paper, putting it in his jeans pocket."Okay, I'm ready."

The boys are led to a giant warehouse, where they must find their seven items and return to staff everyone given a bag to put their items in.

"You can team up if you like, but that means you have to find each item on every players list. If one finishes all seven, they must wait for their teammates to find all seven as well." Staff explains the rules once more when they reach the destination.

"So it's a gamble.." Yoongi weighs his options of working with someone or working on his own.

"Taehyungie-Hyungie team up with me!" Jungkook jumps onto the back of Taehyung, almost making both men topple forward.

"Aiish Jungkook-ah give me warning before you jump on me.." Taehyung scolds in fear, adjusting the mankae so he doesn't fall, heart racing. "You almost made us fall.."

"Sorry Hyungie. I just think it'll be more fun in a group and you're pretty good at these types of things." Jungkook apologizes, leaning into Taehyung’s cheek.

"Alright Koo. Let's do this together!" Taehyung quickly recovers his cheerfulness, forgiving him instantly.

"If they're teaming together, will you team up with me hyung?"J-Hope asks Yoongi.

"Allright..alright.." Yoongi gives in istantly.

Jimin thought about asking someone to team up with him, but thought against it. It would be easier to hide how awful he felt if he didn't have a team mate.

"Anyone else teaming up?" Staff asks.

"Do we have to decide now?" Jin asks.

"No. You can decide to team up in game but once you agree to be on a team you can't back out."

"Okay, okay. I got it. I'll decide later." Jin replied politely.

"Me too." Jimin adds in and with that, the game begins.

Jungkook gets off Taehyungs back, pulling him into the building.

"They're gonna burn out quickly if they plan to run around.." Yoongi smiles.

"And they might pass up ah item.." Namjoon adds in.

Jimin waits for the others to go in, pretending to adjust his head cam before sneezing into his hands. "Hehitgzh!"

"Bless you." Staff says sympathically.

"Thanks.." Jimin smiles politely, going inside the building. It was a lot bigger on the inside, making him feel worried about finding his items.

Mang toy, snow globe, purple bouncy ball, army headband, red mic, stuffed cat, and a heart.. I wonder if anyone has the same items on their list..

Jimin repeated the list over and over in his head, coughing into his elbow. He could hear the sound of J-hope happily squealing, so he could only assume he already found an item.

"The faster I do this, the sooner I can sit and rest.." Jimin mutters to himself, going through the building. The more he walked, the more tired he became.

"What if we collect things not on our list?" Jimin hears the voice of Jungkook in the hallway head.

"You want to sabotage the other teams?" Taehyung questions.

"What if they have the same idea? Or we can use the items as a trade off if they do!" Jungkook says excitedly.

Jimin covered his face, trying to fight off the urge to sneeze, but even with managing to stop himself, a cough escapes, his sinuses draining into his throat. He tried to muffle it while he runs, but it slowed him down, making him feel dizzy.

"Was that Minnie?" Taehyung questions, quickly turning the corner to find him.

Jimin tries to quickly go into a room to avoid him, not wanting to be caught eavesdropping, but Taehyung grabs onto the back of his shirt before he could get away.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't-"

"Are you okay Jimin-ah?" Taehyung shows no interest in blaming him for spying, only having concern in his big brown eyes.

"Huh..? That's what you followed me for?" Jimin blinks, dumbfounded.

"Of course. The game isn't important if you're unwell." Taehyung says in a serious tone, using his sleeve to wipe Jimin's nose.

"Don't do that you could get sick." Jimin backs up, quickly pulling out the face mask from his pocket, putting it on to protect his fellow 95er.

"It'll be easier on you if you had a teammate, they can help find things with you."

"But you already have Jungkook-ah. That's 21 things to find."

"We don't care about that Hyung." Jungkook adds in, finding the room they slipped into. "We can find 21 things together! We already have two!" Jungkook proudly presents a golden mic charm and a Koya plush.

"But that'll be.." Jimin's words get cut off by another bout of coughs. Jungkook takes this as an opportunity to take Jimin's paper from his back pocket as Taehyung strokes Jimin's back.

"More Minnie, it sounds like you're getting worse.." Taehyung frowns, taking Jimin's hand. "Don't worry. We'll find all your items plus our own!"

"But I said-"

"Too late! I already took your note. That means you gotta team with me!" Jungkook waves the red sheet of paper he pick pocketed. "We already got an item from this list!" Jungkook says excitedly, digging a bouncy ball from his pocket.

"See? It was destiny for us to work together! That makes one item each!" Taehyung smiles brightly.

"Oh alright.." Jimin didn't care if he won or lost right now. They still had to spin the penalty wheel and some of the things listed weren't so bad.

"We gotta hurry though. Do you want me to carry you Hyung?" Jungkook offers, getting down for Jimin to get on his back.

Jimin shakes his head, afraid if he spoke he'd cough.

"Oh alright.. the offers always there.." Jungkook straightens up, giving the paper to Taehyung to look over. The mankae line walks down the hallway together, Jimin staying a couple steps behind, surpressing another sneeze.

"Where should we go next.. the hallway goes in three different directions.." Jungkooks eyes dart from one hall to the other, trying to decide which is the best option.

"should we split up and meet up back here in 10 minutes, but let me see your lists first." Jimin had to get away, his head pounding from the pressure.

"You can take mine, I memorized it." Taehyung gives up his purple paper.

"Take mine too." Jungkook gives up his pink one.

Jimin nods, going right.

"Is it okay to let him go alone?" Jungkook watches him go. "He's looking pale.."

"He's gonna try to hide how he feels. It's better to let him go and let it out instead of him holding it to stop us from worrying.." Taehyung knew his friend very well.

Jimin slipped into a room, releasing the sneezes he was trying to hold in. "Hehtichih! Hehitch! He'iychiugh.." he whines, feeling the snot soak into the cloth mask. "Uuh.." he takes it off with a sigh, trying to clean it off with a crumpled up tissue.

"Here Jiminie." Jin offers him a new tissue. "Blow your nose for hyung."

"Aiish! Hyung you scared me!" Jimin jumps at the sudden new voice, accepting the tissue, turning away to try to clear his nose.

"Sorry Jimin. I didn't mean to." Jin says gently. "Namjoon-Ah was looking for you. He wanted to team up with you, but seeing those papers in your hand you already got a team."

"Oh, yeah.. they bullied me into it.." Jimin smiles fondly.

"I'm glad." Jin smiles. "I'll let you look in this room then. I found something already."

He waves a Tata doll proudly. "Take it easy okay? Do you want me to get staff for you?"

"No. Im fine. Its just a little cold. I can do this."

Jin gives him a small packet of tissues from his bag. "Please tell staff if it becomes too much okay?" He plants a kiss on top of Jimin's head before leaving.

"Thanks hyung.." jimin searches the room, looking at the papers over and over. He couldn't focus on the words, only taking a minute to forget half the list.

This is not good.. I'm gonna hold them back..

Jimin runs a hand through his hair, the stress of disappointing his team, only making his headache worsen. He buries his head in his hands, trying to take a deep breath to calm himself, but when he tries to fill his lungs, a hacking cough comes.

I don't feel well at all.. I'll just rest for a minute..

Jimin lays on his side, taking deep breaths to try to calm his nerves, closing his eyes. He only got a few minutes to rest before the itch returned to his throat,coughing up phlegm, sitting up again. "Wait.. a snow globe!"

Jimin rushes to underneath the table, relieved when he picks up the small globe. "Oh wow.. it's got the BTS logo inside with BT21 playing around it.."

"What does?" Jungkook asks, rushing to Jimin's side.

"This.." He shows him the snow globe. "Has it been ten minutes already?"

"No.. I just got worried about you.." Jungkook admits with a bashful smile. "Jinnie-hyung said you were sneezing a lot, so I went to check on you.."

"Thanks Jungkook-ah. I'm feeling better now that I found something. I was worried I'd only be dead weight.."

"Even if you were, its okay. If you want you can just rest in this room as me and Taehyungie will do it!"

"No. No, i can help." Jimin makes it to his feet. "I just don't think I can run without burning out."

"You don't have to run. I'll do all the running! When we find all 21 items I'll carry you to the entrance on my back!" Jungkook says confidently.

"Even if we find the last item all the way at the far end of the building?" Jimin teases.

"Mm.. I'll ask Taehyungie to help if that happens."

Jimin giggles, but it quickly turns into a cough.

"Let's go meet up with Taehyungie.." He quickly pulls Jungkook trying to not give him time to worry.

"Alright..." Jungkook doesn't stop him, meeting in the fork in the hallway for Taehyung.

"I found a heart!" Taehyung approaches proudly. "And a Stuffed puppy. It kinda looks like rapmon!" He shows the white dog. "Isn't it cute?"

"A heart was on my paper too.. does that mean we gotta find two?" Jungkook asks curiously.

"We should look for one just in case.. Jiminie how are you holding up? This room I found has a couch in it. You can lay down for a bit."

"Oh! I forgot! I found a rubber duck. That was on your list wasn't it Taehyungie?"

"Yes! We're doing good! So good!" Taehyung smiles. "Also I saw Namjoonie-hyung and Jinnie-hyung together. I think they formed a team. That means they'll have to find 14 items."

"That's good.. that doesn't put us at too much of a disadvantage." Jungkook smiles. "We could still avoid last place!"

Jimin relaxes, feeding off of their positive energy. He pulls out the snow globe from his bag, trying to show his contribution."Oh Tete look at this snowglo.." he nearly drops it when he starts coughing. Taehyung hugs him from behind, placing his hands on Jimin's to steady them.

"Are you okay Jimin-sii?" Jungkook takes the snow globe from Jimin, looking at him with wide panicked eyes. "Maybe you should lay down.."

Jimin gives in. He couldn't keep pretending he was okay. It was starting to hurt to breathe and he felt chills run down his spine. "Okay.."

Jungkook picks him up before he can argue, letting Taehyung lead the way to the room with a nice plush couch. "Here you go, Jiminie, nice and comfy.." He places him down, taking off his jacket for Jimin to use as a blanket.

"Thanks, Jungkook-ah.. I'll just lay down for a little bit, then I'll help.." Jimin curls up on his side, coughing into his fist.

"Don't worry about it, Minnie. Rest well, okay?" Taehyung gently moves Jimin's hair out of his face. "I'll come back to check on you soon. Okay?"

"Okay.. I'm sorry.." Jimin yawns, exhaustion hitting hard when his body starts relaxing.

Taehyung and Jungkook go to the door, but instead of Taehyung leaving, the two boys silently play rock, paper scissors, Taehyung hiding in the room, and Jungkook leaving.

Taehyung waited until he heard Jimin's nasally snore to come out of hiding, sitting on the floor in front of the couch gently stroking . "My poor Minnie, Jk is gonna get staff.."

Jimin wakes up laying in J-hope's lap. "Huh? When did i.." His voice comes out hoarsely, getting quieter as he tried to speak, trying to sit up to look around.

"Shh..don't talk baby and be careful.. you have an IV in." J-hope pushes him back down.

"What about the game?" Jimin disobeyed J-hope wanting his questions answered.

"Me and Yoongi finished, so I decided to come sit with you."

"Did..we lose?" Jimin asks.

"No. Everyone else is still in the game. Yoongi-hyung is watching the others still playing.

Jimin relaxes a little. "Who's winning?"

"Right now, it's Junggukkie and Tae. They got 2 more to find to Joonie and hyungs 4. It's a really close game." J-hope smiles. "You don't have to worry about not being there, so just take it easy. Can you drink some water for me?"

Jimin nods, sitting up slowly. J-hope opens the water bottle for him. The cool water felt nice on his sore throat.

"Jiminie is up? That's great." Yoongi's shoulders slump in relief when he comes over. "How are you feeling Jimin?"

"I'm feeling a little better now.." Jimin sniffles.

Yoongi looks for a tissue when he hears him. "Guess what Jiminie?" He asks wiping Jimin's nose.

"Huh?"

"Taehyungie and Kook got second. Namjoon-ah and hyung will be getting the penalty." Yoongi tells him with a smile. If they got last place, he was willing to take Jimin's for him feeling relieved he didn't have to.

Taehyung and Jungkook run up to Jimin. "We did it! We did it! We didn't get last place!" Jungkook cheers loudly.

"I'm sorry I wasn't much help." Jimin says guilt weighing in his chest.

"The thing Namjoonie-hyung and Seokjinnie hyung couldn't find was the snowglobe. There were only two in the whole warehouse. We probably wouldn't have won without you." Jungkook comforts Jimin, getting a smile.

"And with second place we get to keep the things we found, but I gave the dog to Namjoonie." Taehyung gives Jimin his bag from the game, it holding all seven treasures on his list.

"Thanks Tete. I'll treasure the snowglobe as our winning trophy." Jimin smiles, stifling another sneeze. He didn't want to ruin the mood.

"We decided we'll do the punishment in the next episode. We want to get you home.." J-hope squeezes Jimin's hand, watching staff remove the IV.

Jimin winces, staff quickly putting a bandaid over it. "Thank you.." he bows his head to staff. "I'm sorry, I worried everyone.."

"Don't worry..you can help it when you're sick. I'll make you some tea and jook when we get home." Jin ruffles his hair lovingly. "Hyung will take care of you. Let's do the outro and get home."

#bts sickfic #bts sickie #bts taehyung #bts namjoon #bts jhope #bts jungkook #bts jimin #sick!fic #sick!jimin #vminkook #bts comfort #bts cold #bts sick fic #bts mankae #bts fanfic #bts #bts boys #bts yoongi #btsjungkook #bts seokjin #bts jin

[shoshonat]

sick!jimin

#sick!jimin

[soft-for-yoongi]

Sick Minie

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Sick: Jimin

Caretakers: Jungkook and Namjoon

Tw: emeto, vom*****, mentions of nausea, stomach pain

Word count: 1403

(Jimin catches a bug and has to rely on Jungkook and Namjoon to take care of him)

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"Namjoon-hyung..." Jimin taps the leader on the shoulder, trying to keep composed. Jimin is struggling to sit straight with the stomach pain in his middle. God, when will this award show end. "Yes? What's wrong?" Namjoon takes his eyes off the performance, turning to his side.

"Do you think we could leave soon?" Jimin gives Namjoon a pleading look, hoping he'll take the hint. "I'll work something out." Namjoon smiles, giving Jimin a short rub on the back. He's pleading with the nausea that hasn't left him since he woke up to die down. He cannot and will not throw up at an award show.

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Finally. The comfort of their dorm. Jimin's been waiting for this moment, when he can take his uncomfortable outfit off and slide into the softest pair of pyjamas. Yes, it's only 4pm, but Jimin is feeling like a bag of shit, so he feels like doing nothing apart from curling into a ball.

He does exactly that in his bed, cursing under his breath as his stomach gives a proper churn and a threatening burp forces its way up. He's in too much discomfort to get up. The nausea along with the swaying of his stomach is no doubt concerning. Thank the lord, he can hear someone walking down the hall, with Jimin's door open, the figure walks past and it's recognisably Jungkook.

"Jungkook-ah!" Jimin calls out and the youngest takes a few steps back to peer into his room, a bag of chips in his hand and one halfway to his mouth. "Yeah?" Jungkook doesn't question the pyjamas, he's more worried about why Jimin's in an almost fetal position, tucked away in bed.

"Could you please grab a heat pack and put it in the microwave?" Jimin asks, teeth clenching to keep down his lunch. Jungkook's facial features imidiantly soften. He knows how hard it can get for Jimin and his susceptibility to muscle strain. "Sure thing, I'll be back." And then the maknae scurries off.

"Namjoon-hyung? Do you know what's wrong with Jiminie-hyung?" Jungkook asks the leader, who's sat on the couch reading a book while the heat pack warms in the microwave. "Yeah he seemed off at the show but I don't really know why.." Namjoon looks up at the maknae, pity evident on his face.

"He asked me to get a heat pack, I think his shoulder might be hurting again. Can you come with me to check on him? He was really pale, hyung.." Jungkook shuffles on his feet. Namjoon nods, hoping Jimin isn't coming down with something. With a schedule like theirs, it's hard to work around things like illnesses.

"Hey, hyung. I got a heat pack. Can you tell Namjoonie-hyung and I what's wrong?" Jimin can hear the worry in Jungkook's voice and accepts the heat pack with a tight-lipped smile. "Thank you Kookie and Namjoon-hyung. I-I don't know what's going on with me.... I feel sick, like my stomach is really upset.." Jimin replies, hiccuping in between words.

The two members frown with worry, "Aw, Jimin.... Is there anything we can do to help? Do you want to go to the bathroom?" Namjoon asks, grateful they don't have any more schedules today. Jimin keeps the heat pack close to his stomach, breathing through a tough cramp as it works up his insides. He feels like throwing up, but that's the last thing Jimin wants to do. "Want me to rub your stomach?" Jungkook offers, wishing he could take some of the pain for his hyung.

Jimin nods, "cuddles, Joonie-hyung?" Jimin switches to pleading eyes and pouts his lips as much as he feels needed. How can Namjoon resist. Jimin's pale, shaky frame looking up at him and asking for some TLC. Namjoon climbs into the bed with zero hesitation.

Jungkook runs his fingers gently across Jimin's upset tummy, it's helping but it doesn't take the nausea away, Jimin can feel the pain make him dizzy in the head and the sick feeling settled in his stomach claws up his throat. Jungkook pauses the massage when he sees Jimin's head drop and the laboured breaths escaping his parted lips. "Hyung? You alright?" Jungkook asks and Namjoon looks down at Jimin's head that's buried in his chest.

Silence is all they need for them to worry. "C-can you help me to the bathroom–" Jimin tries to sit up, and manages to do so with Namjoon's help. "Oh—of course!" Jungkook replies and he and Namjoon support Jimin's forearms. They make it a couple small, slow steps from the bed before he pauses, bending over at the waist, eyebrows knitted together in pain.

"Hyung—I feel dizzy... the pain–I think I'm going to throw up." Jimin closes his eyes, gripping tightly to the band members on either side of him. Imidiantly, Namjoon shoots a concerned look to Jungkook. Namjoon is definitely going to go into leader-panic mode. "We got you Jimin, breathe." Namjoon places a hand on the small of Jimin's back. His face is almost as white as paper and Jimin's luscious lips have drained of their pink tint.

Being upright makes the nausea tenfold, like a wet blanket clinging uncomfortably. Jimin can't make it any further, he's going to vomit. Like right now. He brings a hand to his mouth, eyes frantically meeting Namjoon's. "Jungkook get a bin—or a bowel, just something–" Jungkook leaves Jimin's side to dash back into the kitchen. He swipes the bin and rushes back with haste.

"Here hyung! Just let it up." Jungkook thrusts the bin under Jimin's mouth, Namjoon is holding the poor boy up because he can barely stand. Jimin's knees shake and a mouthful lands into the bin, he coughs and tears threaten to spill from his eyes. "Hey, Jiminie, let's sit down, yeah?" Namjoon suggests and he slowly lowers both him and Jimin while Jungkook makes sure the bin stays in place to avoid a mess.

Jimin can hear and feel his stomach complain and a strong gag makes him throw up again into the bin. He does feel better now that he's kneeling down and doesn't have to bare the weight of himself but throwing up is never fun. Namjoon uses his large hand to run up and down Jimin's spine, hoping he'll get some relief. Jungkook is praying that his hyung isn't getting sick and that it was just something he ate.

Jimin whines at a cramp and he's heaving again, shoving his face into the bin, held by Jungkook. The smell is offensive to all their noses but it sets Jimin off even more, making him gag back to back with no breaks. "It's okay Jimin, you'll feel better." Namjoon hopes he's right.

Jungkook is bug-eyed, seeing his hyungs go through hard times is his only hardship after all. Jimin hates that Jungkook and Namjoon have to see him like this even if he is prone to upset stomachs. Jimin swallows down thick saliva, shutting his eyes and willing his stomach to stay down. One hiccup and he's forced back over the bin, adding to the vomit.

Jimin feels himself being wrung out and the uncomfortable emptiness of his stomach. When nothing but a few hiccups and quiet burps come up, Jimin brings himself to wipe his tears. Namjoon is still rubbing his back and moving the hair out his face. "That's it Jimin, you did so well, love." Namjoon praises. Jungkook wipes Jimin's tears for him and gives his glowy but pale cheeks a little squeeze.

"Don't cry, hyungie... are you feeling better?" Jungkook asks, doe eyes searching Jimin's. "Yeah, I feel better. Still a bit dizzy and sore but I'll be okay." Jimin smiles, it's a little forced but it's a smile nonetheless. It gives both Jungkook and Namjoon some relief, the leader was worried he'd end up calling an ambulance.

"How about a nice bath, Minie? I'm sure Jin-hyung will be happy to make you some soup and Jungkook can give you a massage or something?" Namjoon smiles, playing with the hairs on the back of Jimin's neck. "That sounds amazing, thank you Namjoon-hyung and Jungkook-ah. I love you." Jimin sniffles and smiles, successfully getting one from Jungkook and Namjoon, too.

"We love you too, hyungie." Jungkook strokes Jimin's hair, "Of course, Jimin-ah." Namjoon adds, dimples peaking through.

#bts #soft-for-yoongi writes #bts!sickfic #jimin #bangtan #emeto #sick #emeto fic #sick!jimin #caring!namjoon #caring!jungkook #nausea #comfort #sickfic #vomiting #vomit mention #emeto mention

[whats-k-popping]

hii i see that you're opening request? i have read your seokjin mpreg and i love it !! so i hope you don't mind if i send request regarding mpreg as well .. maybe jimin has a bad morning sickness case, and they were in the middle of shooting interview or even on stage

the pairing is your choice ! thank you in advance :)

I had actually forgotten about that Seokjin mpreg fic. 😅 So thank you for giving me an excuse to take another look at it! I'm always happy to fill an mpreg request! Sorry, it's taken so long but it's Jimin Day!!! 😁 Thanks so much for requesting! I hope you enjoy it anon! 💜💜💜

Pairing: JiKook - Married AU. Pregnant Jimin

Words: 2596

Warnings: Emeto || Mpreg || Romantic Relationship Between Members || Graphic Descriptions of Illness || Morning Sickness || Public Vom!ting

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"Jimin, love." Jungkook coos softly into his husband's ear, "You need to wake up now." He rests a hand gently against the sleeping dancer's shoulder, shaking lightly. 

He hates to wake Jimin. Since the early weeks of the pregnancy, Jimin has lost days worth of sleep to morning sickness. It's like clockwork, starting before the sun comes up and continuing until the early afternoon on most days, into the evening on bad days. 

According to the pregnant dancer, the pain is unbearable. Like a rock that hits him first thing in the morning, then keeps playing paddle ball with his stomach all morning long. Jungkook knows it's bad if Jimin's complaining. He's always known the petite blonde to be a suffer-in-silence kind of man. But now he's suffering, loudly, for hours on end. But it might just be the raging hormones. 

Their doctor has finally been able to prescribe something to help Jimin sleep. It does little to help the nausea or the cramps or the stabbing feeling in his gut. But it knocks him out enough to fall back to sleep between episodes of painful vomiting. Jimin's been on the medicine for three days so far and it's the best naps he's gotten in weeks. So Jungkook hates to wake him. But the managers are waiting. 

"Minnie, please," Jungkook pleads when he previous attempt only got him a garbled hum. "I know you're tired, Jagi. But we need to go to the company. They called an urgent meeting." He explains, hoping it will help pull the older out of bed. 

"But I'm sick," Jimin whines, pulling covers tighter around himself. In his defense, he was awake at two o'clock vomiting the remains of the fancy dinner Jungkook treated him to. He remembered how delicious it was to eat, and how grotesque it was coming up. He was suffering through it until 6, when his stomach finally settled and he managed to get back to sleep. "I can't work when I'm sick." 

Jungkook startles at that. Jimin never admits to being sick. He presses a hand to Jimin's forehead. He fears maybe Jimin's developed food poisoning on top of the morning sickness. Or maybe he caught a bug. Or maybe there's something wrong with the baby. But there's no fever to be found. "Where are you feeling sick, hyung?" 

Jimin lowers the covers to just below his waist. He presses a finger into the soft middle that has become the protruding bump where he's growing another human life. He pouts looking up at Jungkook and the younger man knows Jimin just means he's still writhing from the previous bout of morning sickness, as usual. He's not sure how many times he's going to fall for that. So he just rubs Jimin's bump and presses a few kisses to the stretched skin that's protecting his child. 

He loves the kisses and attention. Jimin basks in it while he wakes up. "Do we really have to go?" The dancer asks. It's not even 8 yet. He hasn't had a schedule before 2 pm since he briefed the company of the pregnancy. They have been so accommodating and understanding about the circumstances and reworked Jimin's schedule so he wouldn't be feeling too sick during work. So he wonders why they suddenly scheduled a meeting so early. 

"I asked Namjoon-hyung the same thing when he called," Jungkook confesses, drumming his fingertips to a familiar beat against Jimin's belly. "He said you're the one who has to be there the most." 

This catches Jimin's attention, and not in a good way. Now he's scared, terrified of what the meeting might be. Are they looking to make a formal announcement? Are they pulling the plug on his solo work? Are they kicking him out of the group because he's pregnant? Thousands of scenarios flow through his head, none of them pleasant. 

Jungkook senses the sudden shift in Jimin's anxiety levels. He can see the fear in Jimin's eyes. "Relax, Minnie. Namjoon didn't sound too serious on the phone. I'm sure it's not something bad." Despite the need for them both to get out of bed, Jungkook scoots himself against Jimin and holds him. He cards delicate fingers through Jimin's knotted hair. Jungkook allows Jimin 15 more minutes to cuddle before forcing him to get up. If anyone at the company asks why they're late, they'll blame it on the morning sickness. 

They are the final members to stroll into the conference room, but Jimin looks like hell so no one questions them. It's been a while since anyone besides Jungkook has seen him in the early morning hours. The managers start to feel bad for calling him in, but they had no other choice. So they get things started. 

One of the managers starts talking, apologizing profusely for the short notice and explaining that they were just recently informed themselves. Another joins the conversation explaining that they are still working things out but they need the artist's agreement to move forward, given the circumstances. The disorganized ramblings go on for too long. Jimin's stomach is starting to hurt again. He rubs it under his sweatshirt. 

"A live broadcasted interview?" Yoongi sums up the long, rambled explanations of the managers in just four words. 

"Yes," a manager confirms, "broadcasting from New York." 

Jungkook tries to recall the time difference. Based on the expressions on the other members' faces, they're doing the same. "What time?" He asks. 

"The show airs at 9 PM Eastern Time." 

"So 10 AM here," Namjoon clarifies. The managers nod.

"We can't," Jungkook interjects immediately, "Jimin-hyung…" the maknae squeezes Jimin’s shoulder. He’s been there for every episode of morning sickness, supporting his husband. He knows how violently ill Jimin gets every morning. He knows how quickly it starts. He knows how long it lasts. There's no way Jimin can sit through an interview. 

"Which is why we wanted to meet with you all before confirming a date." A manager responds. "We were tossing around the idea of having Jimin-ssi sit out the interview. There has been no formal notice regarding the pregnancy, so we could just issue a standard leave notice before the interview." 

"But that might lead to scandals or rumors." Hoseok reminds. "Why not just announce the pregnancy early?" 

Jimin's offended by the question, by the whole conversation really, but Hoseok's question gets under his skin. He understands his relationship with Jungkook has always been a nuisance to the band, moreso now than ever before. But Jimin's starting to feel like he doesn't have control over any of his choices. "We agreed to announce at the second trimester." He remarks with a sharp glare to Hoseok, "I want to stick with that plan." He then looks at Jungkook. "And I want to do the interview. No matter what time it is." 

Jimin gets his way. He usually does.

He manages to convince them that he can make it through. He promises to eat light meals leading up to the day. He swears he will drink ginger teas to settle him. He talk about a dozen other tips and tricks he'll try to prevent him from getting sick on stage. And they all believe him. 

The morning of the interview, Jimin only threw up once. It makes Jungkook feel more at ease about Jimin partaking in the interview. He knows how much Jimin has been trying to suppress his morning sickness. He's been diligent in taking his medications and minding his meals. Jungkook actually believes they will pull it off. 

It isn't until they start fixing his hair and make up that he starts to feel the weight of nausea settle in his stomach. Being tossed around from hair stylists, to wardrobe stylists to make up stylists make him feel like his stomach is in a pinball machine. But it's too late to back out now. So he swallows it down and devises a plan to get through the interview. 

Things start off well. Since it’s a foreign interview, Namjoon carries most of the conversation. The rest of them throw in overly rehearsed bits and random English words from time to time. But when they are asked a question, they usually just whisper something in Korean and Namjoon translates.

Jimin participates with mostly giggles and small gestures. It’s not uncommon or out of character for him though. It's no secret that his English is among the weakest out of the other members. Achieving global fame has been hard for him in that respect. But for the first time ever, he’s thankful that English doesn't come easy for him. Because he really feels like if he opens his mouth to speak, he’ll likely puke on set. Right on Hoseok's back based on their seat arrangements. And that would be a whole different disaster itself. 

So he keeps his composure like he's been trained to do. He takes turns smiling into the lenses of the five cameras oriented at the members. There’s a nervous sweat building against his brow and he can feel the droplets sliding down his cheeks. Subtly, he leans over to squeeze Jungkook’s thigh for comfort whenever he can. They agreed before going on set that a thigh squeeze implies the threat of morning sickness.

Jungkook registers it immediately, returning from his previously zoned out state. He glances quickly at Jimin and watched the pregnant man swallow heavily. The maknae tries to get Namjoon's attention, but the leader is too busy speaking on all of their behalf. He's in leader-brain right now. He doesn't recognize the individual concerns, only seeing the group as a unit.

Jungkook shoots Jimin a look of sympathy and grabs the dancer's hand with a tight squeeze. Jimin never has much luck holding back the morning sickness, but Jungkook watches and Jimin takes deep breaths. Jimin's eyes are fixed to the clock on the wall behind the crew, watching the seconds tick by ever so slowly. 

The host announces a commercial break and the director in the studio calls a cut. As soon as the word leaves the director's mouth, Jimin jumps out of his seat and runs toward the nearest bathroom. 

But he only makes it as far as the edge of the set before he bends deep at the waist and vomits up the tea he drank before the shoot. It's violent and sour, a growing puddle of liquid around all the camera equipment. He's ashamed, but still in the throws of sickness and unable to move. His stomach isn't going to let him run away, he's in too much pain. Instead, he collapses to his knees, landing in his own sick and heaves another violent torrent of stomach contents. This time he spews a thicker stream, bringing up remnants of last night's dinner. He sputters around the lingering chunks and cringes at the acidic aftertaste. 

Jungkook reacts as soon as he hears the splash of liquid against the tiled floor. He's out of his seat and by Jimin's side despite the disgruntled protests from the staff. The break won't last too long. Only a few minutes. They know that one member missing is easy to explain. But two members suddenly leaving the interview in the same brief period becomes a bit of a scandal. But Jungkook will gladly take another lecture on professionalism and decorum if it means he can be present to support his husband. Eventually, the crew backs down. It quickly becomes abundantly clear that Jungkook won't listen to them.

Jimin’s upset, tears mixing in with the brown puddle below him. He did everything right. He drank the tea for nausea. He made sure to eat only light and bland foods, supressing his sugary cravings. He took all of his vitamins and even sucked on those disgusting ginger candies. But he still ended up getting sick anyway. "It's not fair," he whines. He said he could do it. He promised the members he wouldn't be a hindrance to them. But he feels so sick. "I want to finish the interview." The effort of crying forces another wave of vomit out of him. "It isn't fair," he sniffles.

Everyone is watching. The other five members sympathize with him from their places on the set. The crew stand dumbfounded, knowing there isn't much time before they have to get back on air. The sound operators disconnect Jimin's and Jungkook's mic packs from the audio equipment. They don't want to rush Jimin off the set when he's clearly so unwell, but they also don't want to risk the mic picking up Jimin's cries, or worse, another gagging heave. 

Jungkook seems to have the same idea. He carefully pulls Jimin closer to him, unclipping the mic from the older man's collar and tossing the pack to the side. He flicks his off for the time being. "Oh, Jiminie." He consoles, rubbing Jimin's back as he hiccups and sniffles. "I'm sorry you're sick. I know you did everything you could. We all do." The maknae presses a kiss to Jimin's salty cheeks. "It's totally normal at this stage of the pregnancy, right? It's not a reflection of you. It happens to everyone." 

"You should go back to the interview," Jimin suggests, though the way he snuggles further into Jungkook's side sends a different message. "I ruined everything. You need to get back." 

"You didn't ruin anything, love. You shouldn't worry about it. We all knew the risks of accepting this interview. We knew what it meant for you. We should all be sorry to you for making you be here." Jungkook has to pull back. He was against Jimin doing the interview from the start. He knew something like this would happen. But he also knows Jimin's not the type to sit things out. They should have put their foot down and not accepted the invitation. 

The camera's point back to the set and they can hear the host's voice as he counts only five members on his screen. "Jungkook, they need you. Go back." Jimin gags, pulling away from Jungkook. The maknae has managed to avoid getting any vomit on him so far. Jimin wants to keep it that way. 

"Not a chance," Jungkook easily lifts Jimin and walks him far off the set. He spares a glance back at Namjoon, who's speaking in quick English to pick up the interview and finding some professional way to explain their absence. He sets Jimin on the leather couch and pulls a waste bin over for Jimin to finish into. 

Jimin gags a few more times before his stomach finds contents to rid. And even when he's empty, his body wrings him out with a series of painful dry heaves. It takes everything out of him. He rests his hand on his belly and rubs with light pressure. The cramps make it impossible to move. And no amount of forced bravado can wipe the grimace off his face. But this episode is finally over, and all Jimin can think about is sleep. 

"Go," Jimin whispers as his eyes slip shut. He tries to make himself more comfortable, but that proves impossible. So he settles for not moving at all. Once Jungkook is certain that Jimin's asleep, he returns to the set. He glides past several infuriated staff members and reclaims his seat behind Namjoon. His reappearance does not go unnoticed and the host asks him what happened. When Namjoon translates, Jungkook smirks and responds "family emergency" in English. 

He puts a finger over his lips to signify that it's a secret. At least for a few more weeks.

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A/N: Happy Jimin Day!! 😊 There are no member birthdays for a bit so I don't know who I'll be writing for next!? 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! 💜 Aki

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[min-yunki-agustd]

-- All Together--

Sickie: Everyone ( = (BTS OT7)

Caretaker: TBD

TW: Food poising, nausea, vomiting, detailed descriptions of emeto, scat, etc

Word Count: 4k+

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There wasn't a single member in the car that didn't have beads of sweat covering their foreheads. Things were relatively fine on the drive to the airport. Until the car's air conditioner broke. They could have stopped and fixed it but, didn't want to miss their flight. They were a long way away from the airport. A part from the excruciating heat things was alright. That was until Jimin began to complain about motion sickness. Then taehyung, then hoseok. Yoongi was feeling sick too but he refused to mention it.

Jimin POV

Uncomfortable was an understatement. Jimin's clothes stuck to his overly heated body. His clothes were damp with sweat, clinging to his body. As if feeling his own damp clothes stick to his body wasn't enough the tight space between him and taehyung was also damp, and clinging together. To make things worse his stomach was giving him trouble. Having motion sickness along with being hot and sweaty was not a good mix. only this felt different. usually, when he had motion sickness it begin with a dizzy feeling in his head that lead to nausea. Right now he wasn't dizzy. It had to be carsickness he thought to himself. His stomach would jostle to the movement of the car. He tried looking out the window but it had no effect. It didn't make him feel more or less dizzy. The car hit a pothole. It Once again jostled his tummy. He should speak now while the car was still silent. " I'm not feeling so well" he announces to the other members," says with a handheld lightly over his tummy. Namjoon sitting in the very front of the vehicle turned his head. " are you feeling carsick Jiminie? " he ask. his body moving with the movement of the car as he spoke. staring directly into Jimin's cast-down eyes. " I think so," Jimin says looking at the hand holding his own stomach. Hoseok sat in the inside seat of the car Jimin beside him and taehyung on the outside. Taehyung moved his hand from his lap to place it on the back of Jimin's neck. He massaged that area of his neck. Taehyung would usually be more comforting and clingy but it was far too hot in the car to touch and move around a lot. Jimin was grateful that taehyung wasn't being clingy at the moment. Typically taehyungs fingers rubbing at the nape of his neck is comforting and stress relieving but taehyungs fingers were hot and clammy and Jimin's neck was slathered in sweat. Making the nauseous older more uncomfortable. " I'm sorry Jimin we don't have any more planned stops ahead. But if you begin to feel worse let me know and I'll see what we can do." namjoon informs Jimin, gives his knee a little pat, and then turns around in his seat. Jimin stays quiet, at some point in time his stomach drops and he questions whether or not he'd make it through this ride alive.

Taehyungs pov

Taehyung was a little relieved to know that he wasn't the only one not doing so well. He didn't really suspect the feeling to be carsickness but it was a reasonable explanation. The car was hot, the ride was bumpy and they'd been driving for a long time. These are the things that would make him carsick typically. Taehyung stomach began to bubble and twist. his stomach bubbling wasn't something that he couldn't recall usually happening while feeling carsick but he figured it was normal or something he hadn't noticed before. He felt a cramp in his stomach that swirled into nausea. Taehyung hopes this car ride ends pretty soon. He's not sure how well he could keep his stomach down. Especially if Jimin starts to get sick beside him. Both of the members throwing up would definitely be a disaster. Taehyung really hopes it doesn't come to that. He looks over to Jimin, he doesn't seem to be doing very well. Taehyung stops rubbing the other's nape. It doesn't seem to be helping Jimin any. Tahyung wanted to comfort the older but he felt doing so would only make him feel worse. He doesn't think he could stomach it either. Taehyung looked away from Jimin, he looked outside the window hoping to settle his own stomach. His stomach felt worse as he sat in the car. Taehyung tried to focus on keeping himself calm and steady against the car's shaking. He was feeling uneasy about being nauseous against the motion of the car. Despite taehyung being on the outside of the seat he felt trapped in the moving car.

Jimin POV

Before taehyungs hot fingers on his nape were uncomfortable, but he didn't realize he was distracting himself from the awful feeling building in his stomach until he felt taehyungs hand drift away. Now, instead of mentally complaining amount taehyungs hand, his mind was flooded with thoughts of his nausea. It felt like the hotter he got worse the nausea felt. It made him feel lightheaded.

Taehyung POV

The nausea was geting to a point of unbearableness. He could feel beads of sweat slowly drip down his spine. Making him shiver and twitch. " hyung..." he forced himself to say threw a nauseating cramp. he was referring to namjoon who sat in the front and gave Jin the directions off the GPS on his phone. " I'm feeling carsick too," taehyung says. looking at namjoon who hadn't yet turned his head. namjoon turned to the side. " would you like Jin hyung to open a window taetae?" Namjoon says. Taehyung felt as though speaking would worsen nausea boiling in his tummy so he shook his head and sat up a bit. namjoon signaled Jin to roll down the window as he drove and he did so. A blast of air hit the sweat members' faces. It was relieving compared to the humid air that formed inside the car. It wasn't enough for the boys growing nausea.

Jimin pov

I was starting to have trouble keeping my stomach in place. So much so that I could taste my lunch that I was so excited to chow down earlier. I feared I might not be able to alert namjoon of my troubles. After many years of dealing with carsickness, I was still no good at keeping my stomach down. I brought a fist to my face. He forced down a burp that threatened to send his lunch with it. The sour acidy taste burned his throat to swallow down. his stomach churned uncomfortably. He knew he hadn't much time before he'd see his lunch again. Only he won't be as happy as when he saw it the first time.

Taehyung Pov

Taehyung caught on to Jimin's struggle when he heard an odd and pain full sounding swallow from Jimin. It was loud enough to hear and catch his attention. He didn't think too much of it until he actually turned to look at Jimin. Jimin had his fist over his mouth. Tae watched as Jimin's cheeks buffed up and released. He hopes that it was air filling the younger cheeks but he doubts his own optimism. Taehyung knew Jimin, He knew that if the older was struggling now to keep his stomach down, there wouldn't be much time before he eventually loses the battle. " HYUNG! I THINK WE NEED TO STOP" taehyung panicked, he knew what was coming next if they didn't stop and let Jimin out of the bus. Unfortunately, this scared the living daylights out of jin who slams his foot down on the break. which causes the car behind him to do the same. Jin Pulls the car over to the side. Unfortunately for Jimin, it was a little too late.

Hosoeks Pov

Hoseok wasn't sure if it was because of the commotion, the heat, or the nagging feeling he was geting in his stomach but he felt very overwhelmed. The root of the swirling sensation was most likely anxiety. fearing one of the carsick members might throw up. At least that's what he told himself, in order to keep calm. Still, the louder the members beside him yell about the situation the more nervous and nauseous he feels. He too had a rising sickening feeling in his stomach. He was conflicted now. Was it him also experiencing carsickness or was he experiencing sympathy sickness aka emetophobia? Thinking about it only makes him feel worse. It was hard not to when taehyung was yelling about how sick Jimin feels. The feeling he felt now was simply awful. He was trapped. The furthest from the exit in the bus, the heat making him feel clammy and his stomach swirling with not only the swift movement of the bus but Jimin panicking moving around in his seat. It was overwhelming and frankly enough to send his stomach over the edge. Jin was slowing down the car after being alerted by Tahyung. Jin hyung wasn't fast enough for Jimin's stomach. Jimin released a loud gag. It alerted all the members making six of their heads turn towards Jimin. The only one who didn't look was jin he gave a glance through the review mirror and put his eyes back on the road. It was an awful sight to see. I should have looked away but my fear for Jimin overcame me. That was until I saw some of Jimins lunch splash onto my lap. I almost lost it then and there. I turned my head and gagged harshly into my hands. It was an immediate reaction hoseok could not control. My stomach went from my throat to my hands. Every gag that Jimin gave off hoseok echoed one back. It was a mess. There was barely any time passed before taehyung was joining us. Most likely, he was also hit with a splash of puke. hoseok's heart was racing. his stomach wasn't letting up and neither were Jimin's and taehyung's. Hoseok bent forward and retched. throwing up on his knee and the wall of the car. it splattered and slid down. the sight only promoted him to do it again. he tried looking away from the sick he'd created but he was only greeted with the sick Jimin had created on the other side of him. He threw up again adding layer and layer of sick on his pants, the floor, the seat in front of him, Jimin. The constant retching caused his head to pulse painfully making him feel lightheaded and weak. He couldn't stop. He tried so hard to stop. but every time he'd tried to breathe in the sight and spell of the sick would be taugnting him. It was not just his own sick that was plaguing him it was Jimin who had coughed up his full course meal right beside him. Hoseok doesn't think that he will ever sit this far inside again. He can't even leave out of the car and get away from the others and the mess they've made.

Tahyung Pov

Jimin set me off. He gagged a couple of times. That, I could handle. A huge wave of sick splattering onto his and hoseok lap is a different battle. I unintentionally let off a dry gag. I felt bad for doing so because I knew that gagging and Jimin having thrown up could also set off hoseok. I try and keep myself together. I hold my mouth and look away from Jimin. I'm not typically one to get sympathy sick, but I was already feeling pukey myself. Which is why I mentioned it to namjoon hyung. I was starting to feel really really sick. hoseok was throwing up now. I told myself that I would wait for Jin to pull over completely and get out seeing as I was close to the door and need to let out the other sick-feeling members, but It didn't quite happen that way. What did happen was Jimin accidentally threw up on my pants. I'm not with a very strong stomach at times like this. I couldn't really hold down my nausea anymore. I could feel the vomit chilled and stick to my legs. Something about the soggy junks and the gagging and retching going on set me off. I tried my best to keep it down. Using my hands to cover my mouth and minimize the mess. In the end, my body gave up for me. causing me to lurch forward. I had to use my hands to hold on to the seat in front of me so I wouldn't fall over. Taehyung threw his lunch up faster than he could keep up with. creating choking sounds as he let up a heaping pile of sick.

Seokjin/namjoon POV

We've dealt with carsick members from time to time but never like this. Not all at once. Maybe one or two sick feeling members but not three members puking their guts up right beside each other. Maybe we should have stopped and taken a short break when Jimin first mentioned feeling sick. The smell of the car was absolutely putrid and it messed with jins stomach. luckily he had a strong stomach and knew this despite a challenging task would not set him off. He just hoped the remaining nonsick members feel the same. Seok Jin pulled the car off to the side and turned around. He hoped to see members flooding the car. Instead, he sees taehyung losing his lunch on the floor, Jimin trying to hold off until tae moves, and hoseok letting off empty gags into his chunky vomit hand. Jin hops out of the car. Seen as the members in the middle row were struggling quite a bit. He walks over to the side of the car and pulls open the door. namjoon is behind him ready to go. He takes taehyung who is still vomiting on the floor and pulls him out. This creates a zig zag line of sick leading out of the car. namjoon moaned at the mess. "hyunggg awhh why couldn't you wait till he was finished. " namjoon says stepping out of taehyungs way. Once tae was out of the car he takes a little jog to get further away and falls to the ground retching. " let's get'em outta hear joon, the faster the better." jin says and he climbs in trying to avoid the sick which was spattered practically everywhere. He took a handful full of a clean potion from Jimin's shirt and gives it a little tug. Jimin gagged at jin's quick pull. " hyung wait, I got it. " Jimin rises from his seat keeping his head down careful not to hit his head on the roof of the car. Not really caring about avoiding sick seen as he was covered in it. Jimin slowly steps out of the car but his clean hand is on jin's shoulder to help him out of the car without falling over. Standing up after throwing up a lot made Jimin light-headed. Once he stepped out of the car Jimin slowly walked to a place away from the car and plopped down. He lay back in the grass attempting to catch his breath.

Now the only member left on the row of vomit was hoseok. Hoseok sat curled up with his elbow covering his mouth. He was trying to protect his nose from the awful stench, and he couldn't use his hands because they were soild with puke. Every so often a hoseok would close his eyes and a strained wet retch could be heard threw the fabric of his shirt. Jin climbed back in once more and gave hoseoks shoulder a tap. " come on hobi "Jin says as calm and kind as he could. of course, hoseok wanted to get out of the seat but he couldn't bring himself to move. He tried, he'd have to open his eyes and he knew for a fact that would set his stomach off. "Hobiii" namjoon says in a light and playful tone. "Let's get you outta here hobi" namjoon can see that he is struggling. Namjoon gingerly puts a hand on a clean part of hoseoks arm to guide him out of the car. " He gives hobi a gentle nugde and he doesn't move at first. " wait," hoseok says. he begins to breathe roughly. Hoseok slowly lowers his arm from his mouth and opens his eyes a sliver. His eyes were greeted with the awful visuals of several splotches of multicolored vomit. He gagged weakly. He tried to calm himself as he let namjoon carefully guide him out of the car. Once hoseok was almost completely out of the car he slid into a puddle of sickness almost falling down. namjoon tried to catch him but he was uncessesuful. hoseok caught himself. Which ended with his hand touching a chunky coated area of the seat. The feeling made him shiver. He felt his stomach twist the chunks under his fingers. namjoon watched as hoseok's cheeks puffed out. He could hold onto his mouth and try to stop it his hands were too filthy. A spray of vomit pushed past his lips. Namjoon was right in the vomit zone so he hopped out of the way. A little sick did manage to hit the side of his shirt. The only thing namjoon cared about was geting hoseok out of the car. He pulled on his arm and hoseok to that last step out of the car. hoseok took a few steps and threw up over the grass not being able to go any further.

As hobi does so namjoon sticks his head in the bus. He looks to the back, his eyes find a sleeping jungkook who has not stirred since he fell asleep. Should he wake him and get him out of the car or leave him to sleep in peace. Namjoon decided to leave him there. He wasn't dirty and he seemed to be fine. He looked at all the members standing outside of the car. Taehyung was still throwing his guts up, and Jimin is sitting on the ground rubbing his tummy. Jin hyung is there trying to comfort both of them. namjoon should go help him with that but there are only four people outside the car. five including himself and he knows for sure jungkook is in the car.... so wheres yoongi? is he still in the car? why was he still in the car? if three members are feeling carsick there was a strong chance that he does too. even if it's just a little so why would he sit in a stinky puke-covered car? namjoon thought. he turned around and took a peek at the front of the car. yoongi was there motionless. (hehe motionless min) The only sign of life namjoon noticed was his heavy, brisk breathing. Namjoon walked over to him. "hyung?" yoongi didn't respond. yoongi looks sick in the face his eyes were also closed. He had handfuls of his pants grasped in his hands. " hyung" namjoon says again this time putting a hand on yoongi's shoulder. yoongi opened his eyes. " hyung do you feel sick?" namjoon asks holding on to the smaller man. " no" yoongi says quickly. Closing his mouth and breathing briskly out of his nose instead. Namjoon knew he was lying. His hyung usually did a better job of it though.

POV Yoongi

yoongi got lost in the commotion. He was also feeling sick. He knew one thing for a fact. This was not car sickness. This felt nothing like carsickness at all. He's had motion sickness for years in cars and planes and he knew the difference between feeling sick and feeling motion sick. first off he was light-headed and bloated. He'd eaten hours ago so why does it feel undigested in his stomach? Sure the motion of the car worsened it but he could definitely tell this was beyond motion sickness. His stomach was off. It felt extremely odd. He couldn't recall having this feeling before. The ride only heightened his nausea. It got worse when he heard the sound of vomiting. He didn't want to make things worse so he stayed quiet about how he felt. It was hard to do with three others behind him giving loud gags and stomach-turning retches. He knew that if he stayed calm and focused on staying calm with measured breaths he would be able to keep his lunch down. At least until they stop somewhere. Well, now they were. After sitting threw the sound of each member being dragged out of the car while either retching or vomiting, it was a little hard to keep his own stomach calm. It had gotten to the point where his breaths became desperate and panicky. This is how namjoon found him. Still sitting in the car breathing heavily. Namjoon was concerned his hyung seemed to be on the verge of a panic attack. This was surprising because yoongi is typically calm even in extreme cases such as this. This is also why he asked if his hyung was sick. Because that was the only way his hyung could be freaked out right now. Yoongi gave namjoon a look that said everything he need to know. namjoon understood. Yoongi never gives much or any eye contact so he knows this means something. namjoon rubbed yoons arm and guided him out of the car. there he found a seat on the ground beside Jimin who now sat up in the grass.

POV namjoon

All the members were accounted for. He could feel himself getting stressed so he took a second to lean up against the car. He had to figure out what to do next. On things were clear they were probably gonna miss their flight if they haven't already. He felt a headache coming on just thinking about how the heck they were gonna get the bus cleaned. His stomach felt a little odd. He took it and the headache that had formed as just a product of stress from the situation. he took a deep breath in and a deep breath out. Once he felt calmed he got up and walked over to jin hyung who was now beside yoongi. Jin was rubbing yoongi's back and asking him 20 questions to which he barely replied. He seemed annoyed. Namjoon interrupted the conversation to talk to Jin. " jin hyung, what are we gonna do about the car?" namjoon sits down on the ground in front of jin. jin looks at the car. the door was still wide open. he could quite literally see a drip of vomit falling out of the car creating various small puddles. it looked gross. " do we have any cleaning supplies at all?" jin ask. both namjoon and jin look at yoongi. yoongi was always prepared for anything. He always had just what they needed. " what?" yoongi says at the two looking at him. " I have nausea meds, meds for stomach aches and I have a pack of tissues but that's all I got," yoongi explains. " I guess those tissues will have to do," jin says. " namjoon facepalms. The three rise from the ground and follow yoongi. yoongi goes over to his seat and pulls out small plastic rapped tissues and hands them over to namjoon. " welp this is better than nothing at all I guess."namjoon says. " that essentially IS nothing at all" jin jokes. namjoon wasn't in the joking mood, the stress was really geting to him. He's gonna have to clean a heaping mess of vomit with a travel package of 60 tissues. This was going to be a painfully long day. He did the best he could with what he had.

It didn't get everything surrounding the seat but the seat itself was clean enough to sit on. which wouldn't make much of a difference when the three sickly boys were covered in vomit. It also didn't contain the putrid smell at all either. He just needs them to survive long enough to get to the closes gas station. Even a convenience store would do as long as they could get the mess cleaned up in the car. He finished up the car the best he could and caught the member's attention. " Hey, guys listen up! I cleaned the car, but it's still quite messy inside. Jin will drive us to the closes convenient store or gas station and we will do a better job of cleaning it. I also need someone to hit up our manager because were behind and still no one was near the airport so we're probably gonna miss our flight. There was moaning and groaning but everyone got up and prepared themselves to get back into the car. They sat right back where they were before. As soon as hoseok tried entering the car he caught a whiff of the smell and gagged dryly immediately. He and the others managed to get inside. They road with all the windows open.

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I decided to cut it here and just make a part 2

I hope you have enjoyed thanks for reading!

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