#sick!yoongi

[sickiesope]

Hello!! Huge fan of your work! Thanks for all the amazing stories:)

Could I request a sick Yoongi and Hoseok who came down with a sneezy cold after a photoshoot in the rain. It is autumn and both are feeling cold. They kind of take care of each other. Yoongi wakes up with a fever as Hoseok slips under his blankets. He welcomes the younger warmly.

Omgg this request is soo cute! 🥰 I'm uhhh, still not that good at writing snz but I tried my best here! 😅

Autumn night

Sickies: Yoongi and Hoseok

Caretakers: Yoongi and Hoseok

Hoseok and Yoongi stand in front of the trees with orange and yellow leaves. They're wearing all black and sporting long wool coats. They both embrace each other and the photographer loves their acting. "Yes, that's perfect! Take a few more like that!"

But Hoseok and Yoongi aren't acting; they're actually getting cold and huddling together. But if it also fits the theme of their photos, then that's a nice bonus. The rain came down more than predicted and they just did a fall themed photoshoot.

"Alright, that's a wrap! It's coming down pretty hard."

Yoongi and Hoseok both sigh in relief but also can't wait to see how the pictures turn out. It's been a long day but that's the life of an idol.

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"Well my hair got wetter than I wanted" Yoongi sighs. "But it was still fun!"

Hoseok takes off his wool coat that's now quite damp. He's feeling cold and that wasn't helping. His voice sounds a bit funny "I think my nose is kinda stuffed." *sniffle*

"Yeah, I'm not feeling so hot either" Yoongi is also sniffling to his own dismay.

"I think we were outside for a little too long.. I can't believe we did that in the rain!"

Hoseok and Yoongi help dry each other off. Hoseok pat dries Yoongi's head with a soft fluffy towel, careful not to mess up his hair more. Yoongi gently pat dries Hobi's face. The younger kept looking up and getting rain in his eyes, which Yoongi found hilarious. After a long day outside they're both ready to hit the hay.

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Yoongi is trying to get comfortable in bed but having great difficulty. He keeps randomly waking up and his head feels warm. He's certain that he's catching some kind of cold. He also keeps sneezing and blowing his stuffed up nose, which has been quite annoying.

Hoseok lightly knocks on Yoongi's door that's ajar. "Hyung?" he murmurs.

Yoongi gets startled at the sudden noise but once he sees it's Hoseok he relaxes his shoulders. "Hoba, you're still up too?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry hyung but I can't sleep..and I'm not feeling too well.." the younger says in a small voice.

Yoongi looks at him understanding "awwh, I know what you mean Hoba. Come lay in bed with me, I'm so cold." Yoongi lifts up the blankets and shifts over a bit. Hoseok smiles happily taking the invite. He joins Yoongi in bed and they cuddle together for warmth.

"Hyung, I think you have a slight fever" Hoseok notices. "I think--" he's cut off by a loud messy sneeze. "Ugh, oh my god" Hoseok takes several tissues, not wanting to be seen. Hoseok lost count of how much he's blown his nose. "My nose is a runny faucet. We're gonna need another box!"

When Hoseok gets up to find a new one he's tiptoeing and trying hard not to sneeze too loud. He feels another one coming and tries to muffle it hiding in his arm but doesn't go too well. Hoseok looks at his other members' doors, worried that they'll come out and scold him for making too much noise. But surprisingly no one does to his relief.

While he's up Hoseok makes them both chamomile tea. "Here, hyung" the dancer hands him his mug. "This should help warm us up."

"Ah, thank you Hoba" Yoongi murmurs, smiling cordially. He takes small sips and likes the warmth of it going down.

"I took out the extra blanket. Its fleece so it's soft and comfortable." Yoongi wraps it around Hoseok and himself and they snuggle. "I hope we didn't wake anyone with our sneezing."

#bts sickfic #sick!yoongi #sick!hoseok #caretaker!yoongi #caretaker!hoseok #request #bts snz

[soft-for-yoongi]

as someone who enjoys reading emeto and snz, could u write a fic with both? maybe for yoongi? i dont know what scenario, sorry.

Just a cold? (Sick YG)

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Sick: Yoongi

Caretaker: Jimin, Seokjin, Hoseok

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

Word count: 1227

Thank you for requesting!!! Sorry it took longer than I expected!! (I'm still working on other requests, too, so anons, if you see this, your fics are coming!)

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Yoongi has never been this congested in his life. Blowing his nose has stopped working and he sneezed too many times during a meeting that all the members were sent home. The rapper was grateful for the break but he had songs to produce, not that a single thought could get past his head with how stuffy he feels.

"H-h-hESH'ew.." Hoseok looks at Yoongi sympathetically. Yoongi kicked everyone else out of his room but Hoseok somehow made his way in. He's holding a tray with some soup (made by Jin), tea, more tissues and medicine of course. "Hey, hyung. Jin-hyung says you gotta eat all of the soup or he's gonna take away your laptop." Hoseok explains, handing Yoongi the bowl of home made soup.

Yoongi can't even breathe through his nose and mumbles a groggy, "t'anks Hoba.." he eats the soup slowly, and Hoseok peers over at him lovingly. "Does it taste bad or something? What's with that frowny face?" Hoseok teases, delicately running fingers through Yoongi's hair in a soothing manner. "Head hurts." Yoongi replies, continuing to sip soup off his spoon.

Hoseok tuts, grabbing medicine off the tray. "Take two of these, since you've eaten something. They should work within about 30 minutes." Hoseok hands Yoongi some water. He pops the pills and blows his nose again, chucking it into the half full bin next to his bed. "Keep eating, hyung but I'm gonna let you be. Jungkookie wants me to work out with him." Hoseok smiles, recalling Jungkook's begging to get him to come to the company gym.

Yoongi's mouth curls upwards, "thanks Hoba, enjoy." Yoongi says, now almost three quarters finished the soup. Hoseok pats Yoongi's foot through the blanket and leaves the room, switching the light off to the elder's pleasure.

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With the soup finished and after blowing his nose at least 4 more times, the ache in Yoongi's head is still persisting and his stomach is starting to feel uneasy, and not because of the soup. The rapper has been trying to fall asleep, in the darkness of his room it shouldn't be that hard, yet there he is. Wrapped up in blankets and hugging his stomach.

It had been around an hour and a half since Hoseok left and now Jimin comes trailing into Yoongi's bedroom. Jimin is about to retreat because he thinks Yoongi is fast asleep, that is until he hears a horrible sneeze and moan come from the lump in bed. Jimin stands frozen as Yoongi blows his nose and picks up the bin half full with tissues to—gag into it..?

"Are you okay, Yoongi-hyung??" Jimin says, beginning to stroke up and down Yoongi's back. He hugs the bin, gagging again and spitting out excess saliva. Jimin flicks the bedside lamp on and Yoongi's paler than normal features are highlighted along with his pink Rudolf-looking nose.

"My stomach doesn't feel good, Jimin-ah.." Yoongi says, throat clenching around a heave. Jimin rakes Yoongi's long hair out the way just in time for him to bring up a wave of Seokjin's soup. It looks too much like it did when Yoongi first consumed it and it makes him feel sicker. "Oh, hyungie.. you'll feel better once you're empty." Jimin coos, praying that someone else comes and finds them because at this rate, Jimin is horriblely worried. Yoongi just has a cold, right? Why is he throwing up?

Jimin shoots Seokjin a quick text, 'can you please help? Yoongi-hyung is throwing up :(((' he pockets his phone just as Yoongi pukes again. Jimin pats the elder's back, trying to block out the distinct smell of puke but alternatively can't imagine leaving his hyung alone like this.

The patter of Seokjin's feet quick on their hardwood floors is music to Jimin's ears. "Oh, Yoongi-ah... you poor thing." Seokjin croons, walking over and beginning to massage Yoongi's nape. The rapper is thankful and fast to lean into the oldest' touch. A wave of calm washes over Jimin, but he tenses slightly when Yoongi reels forward with a productive heave.

Seokjin eyes the bowl on Yoongi's bedside table and hums approvingly when he finds it empty of his delicious soup. At least he knows that's not the reason Yoongi's sick. "He'll be okay, Jiminie." Seokjin eases the dancer just a little, continuing to rub Yoongi's back and hold his hair.

Yoongi spits and Jimin hands him some water. "Small sips, Yoon." Seokjin comments and Yoongi complies, water soothing his throat and diluting the taste in his mouth. Yoongi palms his stomach with a grimace, "think 'm done." The rapper says, sniffling. Jimin offers a tissue to which Yoongi blows his nose and adds it to the bin.

"Stomach hurting, Yoongi-hyung?" Jimin ponders, while Seokjin whisks away to clean the bin. Yoongi lays back down in bed, nodding weakly. "I'll go get you a heat back, hyung–" Jimin turns to leave but a cool hand grips his wrist.

"Jimin.. can you stay?" Yoongi mumbles, if he didn't say it then it might’ve never came out. "Oh, of course, hyung!" Jimin grins, taking advantage of Yoongi's request for affection and joining Yoongi in his bed. "Get some rest, Yoongi-hyung." Jimin whispers, flicking the lamp off.

Jimin shuffles closer to Yoongi, their bodies pressed together under the covers. Yoongi felt calmness wash over him just at the comforting presence of Jimin, something unique to the dancer. The pain and discomfort in his stomach was still there, and his nose is congested, but tiredness weighs over his whole body.

Jimin could feel the warmth coming off of Yoongi, no doubt a fever. Seokjin comes back in quietly to return the now clean bin, "sleep well, you two." The eldest smiles, exiting the bedroom. Yoongi can hear whispers of conversation and laughter from their living room, probably Jungkook and Hoseok returning from the gym. Yoongi's stomach gurgles, reminding him of his motive to fall asleep.

Jimin's small hand moves from Yoongi's waist to his stomach, starting some light circles. For the first 20 minutes, it's comforting for the older, however the gurgling and relentless nausea isn't letting up. Yoongi gives in to a few deep breaths, trying to see if he can cope. He rolls onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. Jimin is watching him like a hawk, lips downturned in worry. "You okay, hyung?"

Yoongi starts to sit up when mucus runs down his throat, prompting a closed mouth gag. Before he can make a mess, Jimin swipes the bin up, sticking it under Yoongi's mouth. He starts to empty what's left in his stomach, mostly bile and water. He coughs and Jimin has to pass another tissue so Yoongi can blow his nose again. He continues rubbing Yoongi's back just like Seokjin did and murmurs words of comfort.

"Sorry, you'll have to clean it again.." Yoongi sighs, voice hoarse from the ordeal. "Don't worry about it, hyung. I can leave this in the bathroom and get you something else, are you still feeling sick?" Jimin asks, concern clear in his voice. Yoongi shakes his head weakly, "I'm okay. Just sore, thank you Jiminie." Jimin takes the bin and eases the rapper to lay down again. Jimin leaves the bin in the bathroom to deal with later and returns quickly.

"Night, Yoongi-hyung." Jimin snuggles up to the elder. "I'll always look after you."

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[crystalsnow95z]

Part 2 of this story..

Tw: brief hospital scene, slight vomit

It doesn't matter how I bad i feel.. Taehyung is more important..

Yoongi returned to the bed room, gently pushing up Taehyung's shirt so he could slide the wet cloth over his fevered body. Taehyung flinched when it touched his skin,but didn't wake.

"Da*n.. the cloth is already getting hot.." Yoongi whispers, hands trembling as he dips the cloth back into the water to cool it.

"Hyung, Hyung let me do it.." Namjoon tries to take the cloth, but Yoongi quickly pulls away, making the washcloth drip onto the table.

"No. I got it.." Yoongi says irritably, quickly softening his tone when he hears it. "I got it. You should go find something to eat. You haven't eaten today.."

"You haven't either Hyung." Namjoon retorts. "You don't look well hyung.. I think you should take a break.." he reaches to touch Yoongi's forehead, but Yoongi pulls away.

"I'm not hungry." Yoongi rewets the rag,moving the end of the bed to wet Taehyung's legs, jumping when Taehyung starts coughing again.

"If he gets any worse we'll need to take him to a hospital.." Namjoon says softly, brushing hair from Taehyung's cheek.

"I'll take care of him.. I don't want him panicking if he wakes up and none of us are there.." Yoongi gently rubs the cloth over the bottom of Taehyung’s foot. They say if your feet are cold you'll feel cold.. maybe it'll work to soothe his fever..

Taehyung whimpers in his sleep, Yoongi pulling away in case he is the cause, tensing when he continues to shake even after he stops. "Is he having another bad dream?"

"I don't think he's gonna get much sleep until we get his fever down. I don't think it's a nightmare though. His heart isn't going up.." Namjoon gently scratches Taehyung's back, trying to comfort him.

Taehyung clings to Namjoon, trying to get warmth from his leader. Namjoon pulls Taehyung close to him, brushing his bangs from his face. "I got Tae for now. You go eat. Okay? You're older, so you should eat first. You can come back after.."

Yoongi doesn't respond to Namjoon's words, pursing his lips together with his eyes closed tightly. He didn't believe Namjoon. It's not my fault he's sick, but it's my fault it's gotten this bad. He's so uncomfortable he can't even rest well..

"Hyung..Taehyungie wouldn't want you stressing yourself out over this. He loves you, you know? We all do. Don't be so hard on yourself." Namjoon says softly, poking Yoongi's side with his toes. "Hyung, please relax.."

"Let me do this, okay? I'll eat when his fever goes down. I won't be able to stomach anything like this.. please Joon." Yoongi pleads softly, looking into Namjoon's eyes.

Namjoon sighs. He's not going to back down. I know that look.. "Alright.. I'll go eat then come back." He leaves the room, letting Yoongi take his spot by Taehyung's side.

Yoongi takes a shaky breath, closing his eyes tightly. I don't deserve your love.. His heart raced in his chest, pounding in his ears. Taehyung's coughing in his sleep was the last straw, breaking the wall he was trying so hard to keep up.

Yoongi puts the cloth back into the bowl, wrapping around Taehyung's body, burying his face in his back as the tears flow down his cheeks. "I'm sorry..I'm sorry Tae..I s..sh..shou..ve..been a..g..go..good hy..ng..I..i.." his voice breaks into a sob, unable to get the letters to form on his lips.

Yoongi's chest ached as his heart throbbed in his chest, his breath coming out as short shaky gasps. Even with his eyes closed tight, he could feel the dark haze wash over him, making him dizzy and sick to his stomach. "I'm s.s..so..rr..rey.." he sobs in a low whisper.

Taehyung places his hands on Yoongi's arms, blinking slowly in confusion when he feels the tight grip around his body, hearing the agony in Yoongi's voice. Hyung is crying? Why? Please don't... don't cry..

Taehyung wanted to comfort him, but he could hardly get a breath in between the chest rattling coughs, giving him no chance to get any words out.

I have to stop.. I have to calm Hyungie.. he's.. he's really scared.. he's scared.. because of me..

Taehyung leans into Yoongi's chest, nuzzling underneath his chin to try to comfort him, but the Deagu rapper doesn't react to it. Yoongi was hardly breathing, his anxiety drowning him.

Taehyung bites back the urge to cough, forcing his voice to come."No..no scare..no scare.." he tried speaking, but his voice came out as a raspy whisper. "M..m..kay..I'm...kay.."

Yoongi hardly recognized Taehyung's voice as his, sounding young and vulnerable. Sh*t.. I woke him up.. I need to calm down.. I'm just going to make him worry..

"I'm o.. okayTae.." Yoongi pants, trying to slow his breath. His head was spinning, the blood pounding in his ears and his chest.."It's okay..it's okay.." he was telling himself as much as Taehyung, biting back a sob.

"Cry.. Cry don't.." Taehyung pleads when he hears Yoongi sniffling, trying to get his eyes to focus on his caretaker. "Hyung.. hyung.." His voice comes out as a desperate whimper, trying to think of something that could stop the tears from flowing down Yoongi's cheeks.

Yoongi forces himself to take deep breaths, trying to slow his breathing. Why can't I do anything right today? All I've done is make Tae feel worse...

"I'm sorry.. I'm sorry..I'll..I'll stop.. jus..just.." Yoongi coughs, struggling to catch his breath. He squeezes his eyes shut, pursing his lips together.

Taehyung moves to face Yoongi, letting out a soft whimper when his muscles scream in protest, his fever making every movement hurt. He wipes Yoongi's cheek with a shaky hand, nuzzling underneath his neck once more. "Please..please.." He whispers, coughing after.

Yoongi holds Taehyung close, feeling his body trembling in his arms, his breath coming out as little coughs. "Are..are you okay? Can you breathe, okay?"He asks in a soft, worried tone loosening his grip on the ailing vocalist. "Ah..Sh*t.. Tae...?"

"Frozen.." Taehyung murmurs cuddling back into Yoongi's chest, unaware of how hot his body was. He buried his face in Yoongi's chest coughing hard, squeezing Yoongi's arm. "Hyung.."

"I know baby, I know.. we..We need to d..do some..thing about your fever.. do you think you can sit up and take some medicine for me?" Yoongi takes a deep breath, focusing all his energy on getting Taehyung's fever down. I need to pull myself together..I don't have time to feel sorry for myself.. whats done is done..

"Spin..spinny..sick..spinny.." Taehyung tries to think of the correct words to explain how every time he opened his eyes, a nauseating wave of dizziness crashed over him, making him afraid to open them. He didn't want to get sick. Not again. "Yoon..Yoon no..do.."

"Taehyungie.." Yoongi whispers his name, gently pushing him away. He didn't want to make him move, but he had no choice. It's almost insufferable to lay with him, and he can hardly speak.. I need to get some medicine in him.

"No..no..stay.." Taehyung tries to move closer to Yoongi, shivering violently.

"I'm staying here Tae, its okay, I'm right here okay?" Yoongi puts his hand on Taehyung's shoulder, reaching for the medicine bottle. "We need to try. It's okay if you throw it up.. its okay if you throw up before too.. we just need to at least attempt to get some medicine in you, your fever is getting out of control baby.. we need to bring it down.."

Taehyung doesn't answer him, making Yoongi's blood run cold. "Taehyung?" He freezes when he realizes that Taehyung hasn't been actually answering him. He's not processing what I'm saying.

Yoongi gently sits up Taehyung, tensing up when he hears him moan in pain. "I know.. I know.. I'm sorry.. I'm sorry.."

Taehyungs stomach lurched, gagging up nothing foamy liquid, clamping his hand over his mouth with a desperate whine. Yoongi quickly grabs the trash bin, moving behind Taehyung to support him.

"Hoba! Namjoon-Ah! Seokjin-hyung..! Jimin-ah!" He calls for everyone one by one until someone answers him. Namjoon and Jin rush in the room when he hears the panick in Yoongi's voice.

"Fu*k.. Taehyungie.." Namjoon sits on the bed next to him, rubbing Taehyung's back, eyes widening when he feels the heat coming off him before he even touched him.

"We need to get him to a hospital.." Jin sits on the other side of him, dialing on his phone with shaky hands. "His fever is way too high.."

Yoongi paces in the hallway by the waiting room. He didn't care about the people filming him and taking photos. All he cared about was the doctor returning to tell him Taehyung was okay.

Please, please let him be okay..

Yoongi wasn't religious, but since they entered the hospital an hour ago, he continued to desperately pray for Taehyung to recover.

"Hyung, you look really pale.. I think you should sit down and drink some water.." Namjoon tries to stop Yoongi, grabbing him by his shoulders.

"I'll sit after I see Taehyungie." Yoongi pulls away from Namjoon, stumbling forward when a wave of dizziness hits him. No.. no I can't be sick now.. they have enough to worry about..

"Woah, Hyung.. be careful.." Namjoon hugs him, letting Yoongi lean against him. "I think you're running a fever.. you're hot Yoongi.."

"I don't care.. I'll be fine.. I just need some fever reducers.. it's fine.." Yoongi's body doesn't agree with his words, the vertigo not fading, his knees buckling underneath him.

Namjoon helps him to his knees safely. "You need to see a doctor.. You might have caught what Tae has.."

"No.. no I'm..I'm just stressed. I'll feel better after seeing Taehyung.." Yoongi hears the sound of footsteps approaching, turning his head towards the sound, trying to stand when he sees the doctor.

"Taehyung-sii is stable.. the medicine worked to bring his fever down. He'll make a full recovery in a week tops." The doctor gives a reassuring smile.

Yoongi falls to his knees, letting out a sigh of relief.

"Woah hyung are you okay?" Namjoon kneels next to him.

"Taehyungie will be okay.. that's all that matters.." Yoongi finally let's himself relax, leaning against Namjoon.

"No, getting you okay matters too.. Doctor, could you please look at my friend here as well...?" Namjoon asks, finally touching Yoongi's forehead. "He's running a fever as well.."

(This is what was cut from the original part. It was written to continue with Yoongi, but I haven't had the time to add onto it.)

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[sicjimin]

— the shows should goes on (or maybe not) —

a.n : an outcome of suddenly remembering yoongi saying he went on stage with 38/39 fever during dday concert .. (i know im making a sickfic out of it pulling an imagination and unwanted scenario out of my head but like seriously speaking i didnt want anything to happen to him (and im soo glad its not) but gosh .. my pookie .. he worked sooo hard i'm so grateful he managed to pull the whole tour off he's so strong and hardworking ☹️😔🫂💗) anyway ! i remember someone requesting it but i cant find the said request 🥲 so anon if you're seeing this and felt like ever requested it to me .. here you go !

"Jimin-ah ...", Yoongi murmurs in between his panting breath. Everything is so cold—but prickly hot at the same time under this thick blanket—and he feels like the room is spinning. The bed is spinning.

"Jimin-ah ..", He calls once again when he only could hear a low sleepy hums from a body beside him. He's trusting his ears now, not wanting to open his eyes because he feels like he might throw up if he open it. "Jimin .."

"Mhm .. hyung? What time is it? What's wrong?"

He almost sighs in relief when Jimin's words caught in his ears, and its a full sentence—still latched with sleep but definitely more awake than before.

Yoongi grimaces.

He feels awful.

"I don't feel good", He mutters against his blanket, trying to keep his words short and concise. His throat feels rough.

"Huh?"

There's silence for a bit as Yoongi waits until Jimin is properly woken up, rubbing his face in confusion before there's a sound of sheets shuffling and his right side dipped a little more than before. Then Jimin's cold hands rest on his forehead—unconsciously making Yoongi's muscles relax as it's contradicting with the burning on it's skin.

He can hear Jimin sighs—a soft, quiet one that makes him feel guilty for being the reason behind the sigh, even though it's not his intention. "Your fever is going up again hyung", he says softly, brushing away some hair from his face with the other hand. "Is the medicine working yet?"

"I have taken it earlier", Yoongi replies quietly, trying not to move too much since it still hurts too much. And it does work; Yoongi knows it works—it works yesterday, and 2 days before. Successfully bringing his temperature from 39 to normal. So this time .. it should've work too, right? But why does he still feel awful?

"What time you've taken it?", Jimin asks as he feels a squeeze of Jimin's hand where it rests on his brow—massaging his temple lightly. It makes him feel warmer somehow.

Yoongi huffs. His head hurts so bad, and its freezing cold. "Dinner", he manages through gritted teeth.

Another exhale. "It's been some hours ..", he hears Jimin mumbling to himself. Yoongi curls himself smaller. He feels dizzy.

"Let's try to take another hyung", Jimin decides after what seems like forever. His voice is calm, reassuring in a way, as he starts to gather things together—moving away from the warmness of their shared blanket. Yoongi almost groans at the loss. "If it's didn't work, we should go to the doctor"

And at the mention of doctor.

"I could get IV", Yoongi suggests weakly, already feeling the heaviness in his stomach. He doesn't want to go to the doctor. He gets this guts feeling that everything he has planned ; gonna go shit if he goes to the doctor. He already can hear the word "bed rest" or "need to stay in here for few days" ringing around his mind.

The thought comes in a moment before Jimin speaks. "IV only gonna help you for a little while hyung, you will feel bad again later", he says as Yoongi feels a cool towel against his forehead and thermometer goes in to his ears. It beeps few seconds later.

"40", Jimin notes with a hint of concern in his voice. Yoongi's throat tightens.

It's bad.

He feels his eyes starts to sting—the tears welling up in them threatening to spill over. His chest aches with the need to cry. He bites his lip hard, not letting a single sound escape his mouth ; focusing at the soft pitter patter of Jimin's feets going around in the hotel room—before the bed dipped again and a soft pats on his cheeks taking him out from his spiralled mind. "Hey .. calm down hyung", Jimin says soothingly. "Like i said let's try to take another meds. If it's works, then it's fine. I know you still want to do your shows", he adds in a small tone, trying to ease some tension in Yoongi's shoulder. It works. A little. "Can you sits up now?"

Yoongi nods, slowly opening his eyes for the first time as he pulls himself up. Everything is blurry, but he thinks he can see Jimin moving around something in his hands; he can see the glass he's holding. He tries to focus on it—not the tilt of his room, churning on his stomach, or a little black—yellow dots appearing in his peripheral views. Jimin's form moves into focus before Yoongi could fully concentrate. "Here", Jimin says calmly with a glass in front of Yoongi's lips and pills in his palms, "Take it"

Yoongi takes it fast, quickly shoved it down with 2 gulps and then closing his eyes shuts again to tamed down the increasing twirls in his stomach. He takes a (very) deep breathe .. trying to push down the water that slowly finding it's way up again. No .. he can't throw it up right now. He needs this meds to stay in his body and makes him feel better.

"You should lie back down", Jimin urges gently when Yoongi opens his eyes again and manages to get control of his body. He pushes the blankets off his shoulders to lay down. His vision isn't completely clear, but the room isn't spinning fast enough. He feels a bit calmer now. "Let's sleep again, okay? We still have few hours"

Yoongi nods, closes his eyes and lets Jimin pull him back down onto the mattress. Jimin snuggles next to him immediately afterwards, pulling him close in a big hug. Yoongi doesn't protest against it. He's really tired and all. It's probably just the fever acting up again.

***

The medicine should've works.

It works this morning, and he already takes another an hour ago—but why he feels extremely dizzy now? His fever already gone .. so the dizziness should've gone too .. right?

"Hyung! how are you doing?", Jimin's voice snaps him out of his trance.

He opens his eyes, and is startled when his vision spun—the waiting room is spinning around him. The ceiling looks like it's moving and he feels like he is moving too—he sees a shadow approaching him. He blinks.

Jimin's figure is blurry, and he's sure the younger is saying something to him as he can feel the light touches over his shoulder—but he can't make it out. Not when he feels like he would faint any second. He squeezes his eyes shut, tries to gather his senses and rationalize it—maybe he was moving too fast ; but it doesn't get better when he tries to open his eyes again.

This time it's a new sensation—"I'm going to puke", he finds himself blurting out. And it's like a reflex ; as his body moving in auto pilot—frantically snatching a trash bin near the couch he is sitting in, and immediately dived his head down to it ; a deep belch echoes through his ears that brings nothing but saliva and even more overwhelming nausea.

Yoongi takes a sharp breath ; still can't make a sense of Jimin that obviously trying to comfort him in between the mess he feels in his body—as he can feel a hand helping him holding the bin and another running up and down along his spine—before his stomach caved in, forcing him to lurch forward with a wet gag ; a thicker blobs of saliva spills out.

He feels so nauseous.

"Hyung ..", he hears Jimin say worriedly, followed by a sigh and a hand wipes up his hairs, pushing it back in a bun. "Ssh .. breathe .. it's okay"

Yoongi squeezes his eyes harder, hands gripping the plastic covering the rim of the bin as he sways with a quiet gag. "I don't want to—", a burp cuts him off. Mouthful of waters trickles from his lips. "Throw up", he chokes out, before another wave hits him.

Jimin managed to murmurs a soothing, "You need to, you will feel better if you did", that Yoongi's body immediately comply—as it's like opening a floodgate after that. He belches, and a gush of waters spraying out of him.

Then another one.

Another.

And another one.

Yoongi feels helpless—he lets his body having its own way as he seems like he can't keep control of it. His stomach continously contracts, rocking his body with heave as mouthful after mouthful of water filling the bin. That's also when he realized that he took way too much water than food for the past days.

"You're throwing up a lot hyung ..", he can hear Jimin mumbles beside him.

Another wave hits. More water spills from his mouth—quickly followed by an empty one before it's tappered down. Yoongi coughs. His throat burns, and he feels hot and cold at the same time. And he still feels dizzy.

And he's drenched in sweats—he's sure that the make up and shirts the stylist just put him on few minutes ago already ruined.

"Are you alright?", the younger asks worriedly.

No.

Yoongi just shakes his head. He feels sick. And weak—his entire remaining energy get sucked out of him.

He still managed to see Jimin lifting the bin away from his laps, and the younger fussing over something to the staff—some of them trying to ask something to him, and a flash of worry about cancelling the concert running to his mind ; before everything goes black.

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

[whats-k-popping]

Imagine: insecure SJ fic idea I've had in my head all day! So I'll share it here.

Jin's never noticed it before. But when the younger ones call for a hyung, they never mean him. He picks up on it several times over the span of weeks. The younger members have just fallen into the habit of saying "hyung" not specifying whose attention their trying to get. So as the oldest hyung, Jin always turn to look. He wants to help his dongsaengs. But when he looks at them it's always "sorry, I meant Hobi-hyung." Or namjoon-hyung, or yoongi-hyung. It's never him. Even if it's something he'd be good at. Tae asks Yoongi for cooking advice, and JK asks Hobi for home remedies, and Jimin goes to Namjoon for cuddles. It's like a game of musical hyungs, but he's always left without a seat, without a dongsaeng to pamper with his unrestrained affection. It starts to make him feel left out, a feeling he heavily internalizes. It doesn't really affect his work, he's still acting like himself around them. Still providing the highest quality and joking around with them when he can. But he stops the knee jerk reaction of hearing the word "hyung." He doesn't turn to look, already assuming it's not for him. He basically blocks the word out all together. No one seems to notice the subtle change.

Everyone but Yoongi is sitting in the living room, sharing snacks and watching the latest trending k-drama that Yoongi's too busy too busy to care about. Yoongi decided to stay in his studio when everyone else went home for the night. It's around midnight when Yoongi gets back. They hear him enter and fumble to take off his shoes. Theirs a joint telepathic thought that passes through all their minds when when they hear it. Midnight is early for the oldest rapper. But it all makes sense when he enters all sweaty and flushed and sad. The younger members all interrogate him, but he brushes them off and says he's going to bed. He tells them not to worry. So they keep on as they were, but they lower the volume a bit just in case Yoongi calls for them.

It's almost another hour and Yoongi's still not sleeping. He doesn't feel well, he's tossing and turning and too nauseous to keep tossing and turning or it will end badly. He's sick and he doesn't want to be alone. He wants someone to take care of him. Someone he trusts. Someone that feels like home. So he pushes himself out of bed and wraps a blanket around his shoulders. He finds himself halfway down the stairs before he's too dizzy to take another step. He stands there, gripping the railing tight and starts calling out "Hyung. Hyungie. Hyung." His voice is more quiet than usual, and he doesn't shout too loud because it might upset his stomach. But he keeps calling out. When his call goes unanswered a 10th time, he starts to tear up.

Everyone can hear Yoongi calling. The stairs aren't far from the living room. Jin doesn't move though. The five youngest exchange some looks, raised eyebrows and shoulder shrugs. Jimin even subtley glances over to the oldest to see if he maybe fell asleep. But he's not. He's wide awake and just letting a sick Yoongi cry for him. Eventually, Hobi snaps in front of Jin's face. "Earth to Jin-hyung." He gets his attention. "Don't you hear Yoongi-hyung? He's calling you."

Yes, Seokjin did hear Yoongi's fragile voice calling out for a hyung. But he tuned it out. He figures there's no way Yoongi wanted him. But then it dawns on him that he is Yoongi's only hyung. He's the only one Yoongi can turn to when he needs a hyung. He the one Yoongi wants. He jumps off the couch and runs to the stairs. Yoongi's already got damp cheeks by the time Jin makes it. "Shhh, shhhh. Yoongi-yah. It's okay. Hyung is here." He consoles. "Tell hyung what's wrong." He has to admit. It feels good to call himself hyung again. Yoongi clings to him and complains he doesn't feel good. He tells Jin all about his nauseous belly and his icy bones and his splitting headache. Jin listens, petting Yoongi's hair the whole time. "Poor Yoonie. Don't you worry, Yoongichi. Hyung will take care of you. Let's get you back to bed okay?" He takes Yoongi back to his room and tucks him back into bed. He gathers some supplies then climbs into bed beside the ill rapper. And every time Yoongi calls him hyung, he turns at full attention.

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When I started writing out the main idea from my head, it just kept going! I guess you could call this more of a drabble than an imagine prompt?? Maybe someday I'll come back and really flesh it out. Unless someone else wants to write it? Knock yourself out.

#aki writes #aki imagines #aki prompts #aki fic ideas #could be a wip #insecure!seokjin #sick!yoongi #caretaker!seokjin #bts sickfic imagine #bts sickfic

[min-yunki-agustd]

Day 10 Sicktober

Clingy

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

Sickie: yoons

caretaker: Tae

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

Word count: 2k+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Hope you enjoyed it!

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[sicky-hobi]

i just think that yoongi would be the type of sick to get everything all out at once, from both ends or the painfully slow waiting game to empty his stomach

#sickfic #sick bts #bts sickfics #bts sickfic #sick!yoongi #also a quiet puker #lots of sleep

[bultaoreunheyyy]

Sleepyhead

Title: Sleepyhead

Word Count: 2261

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

Sickie: Taehyung (snz/cold/flu)

Caretakers: Jimin, plus the others 

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

Jimin’s legs are falling asleep.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Huh?” Taehyung’s brows furrow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Taehyung snorts and sniffles but does not blow his nose.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Will do,” Jimin replies, smiling gratefully. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I understand.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Poor thing is so tired,” Jimin confirms.

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

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

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

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

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

Taehyung’s eyebrows furrow. “Nnndhh.”

“Shh, you’re okay.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You waking up, sleepyhead?” He asks.

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

“Let’s get you to your bed, hmm?”

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

And then, he sneezes.

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

For a moment, there’s nothing but silence.

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

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

[sickonthedancefloor]

Going Home Early

Prompt: Hoseok goes home far earlier than expected from work, where his confusion becomes everyone else's confusion.

Sickie: Hoseok Caretaker:  Yoongi Content: emeto, fever, nausea, disoriented, m/m

The last thing Yoongi expected at eleven that morning was for Hoseok to return home. It was their average Tuesday, with Yoongi working on some music for the label he wanted to turn in later that week, and Hoseok heading to catch up on paperwork before the youth dance classes that afternoon. Hoseok had woken up worse for wear according to Yoongi, but he said he was fine, so Yoongi made him coffee and left him at it. He’d barely gotten into the groove of a solid EDM beat before the door to the studio in their apartment opened, and the light of the hall behind him had him turning around.

Just who…

“Seokseok-ah?” Yoongi called softly.

Hoseok looked dazed as he made his way over to Yoongi’s mini-fridge, squatting in front of it. He opened the door and glanced around, but his brows furrowed as he scanned the waters and beers Yoongi stashed in there. Glancing at his face in the dim lighting, he could catch a faint sheen to his skin, his bangs already a little damp with sweat. But his studio was usually cold, and it wasn’t a particularly warm day, so it had Yoongi raising his eyebrows.

“It’s not here…” Hoseok mumbled. After a second, Hoseok turned to his boyfriend, who flipped on the desk light. With better lighting, Yoongi could see an almost glassy look in Hoseok’s eyes too. “Yoongi, darling… you don’t have it in here?”

“Have… what in there?” Yoongi questioned him.

Hoseok stared at him for a moment, brows furrowed as if he was concerned Yoongi didn’t just know what he was talking about. But then he gestured to the fridge and said, “face cream.”

“Face… cream?”

With a loud huff, obviously frustrated, Hoseok rose to his feet and left the room. Yoongi let a second pass, then another… but something was completely off about the dancer’s entire demeanor. Yoongi just jumped from his chair and hurried after him, catching Hoseok staring at the pantry in the kitchen, as if deep in thought. It was bright enough in the living room that they didn’t need to turn on the overhead lights, and the natural sunlight brought out the deep flush on Hoseok’s cheeks. His pallor seemed completely off, and he had to be sick. Frowning more, Yoongi pressed his palm over his cheek, feeling the heat rolling off Hoseok in waves.

“Hobi…”

“Yoongi, I can’t find my face cream. I checked under the juice, it’s not there.”

“Honey, you’re not making any sense. Why would it be in the kitchen? Or… does it need to be refrigerated?”

“No, you melt it.”

Hoseok’s hand pushed Yoongi’s away and the man looked further in the pantry. His hands shook as he pushed aside a bag of chips and pulled out a ramen pack, examining it closely. Or under some sort of scrutiny, as Hoseok had begun to glare at it. He pushed it back into the pantry and moved his hands in again.

“Yoongi-yah, if you’re not going to help me find it, why are you just standing there?” Hoseok complained. But after a moment, he lurched forward, a harsh cough erupting from his mouth. Not even having time to move his hands away, he merely turned his head downward and coughed again. Yoongi’s hand immediately moved to Hoseok’s back, patting his back roughly in hopes of shaking loose whatever phlegm choked him up. As Hoseok finally caught his breath, his he moved back from the pantry, and Yoongi gently moved him over to the kitchen table trying to urge him to sit. Hoseok fought him, albeit extremely weakly, one hand rubbing at his chest while his other tried to shoo the smaller musician away.

Yoongi just moved his cooled hands to Hoseok’s cheeks, thumbs gently stroking underneath his eyes. He turned Hoseok to face him, finally meeting his eyes.

“Seokseok-ah, baby, look at me.” When Yoongi spoke, his voice was low and soft, rather soothing. His lazy time bedroom voice, Hoseok had called it once, something he always seemed to drop into when someone had a bad day and sought out his comfort. Hoseok blinked, but he stopped trying to struggle. “Honey, you’re not making any sense,” Yoongi explained.

Hoseok almost crumbled. His frown grew more intense, his eyes almost welling with tears. Yoongi shushed him softly, thumbs still brushing at his cheeks. “It’s okay, baby, it’s okay. Don’t be upset. You’re just really sick, okay?”

With a small whine, Hoseok nodded. “Explains some stuff…” he mumbles. Things, to Hoseok, make a little more sense now, Yoongi can see it in the slow realization growing on his younger boyfriend’s face. Hoseok immediately looks upset, so Yoongi pulls him in, placing a kiss on his forehead before hugging him closely.

“Let’s go to back to bedroom, Seokseok. Put on some comfy clothes, hmm?” As he spoke, he ran his hand down Hoseok’s spine, listening as his shaky breathing stabilized and grew more slowly. But he couldn’t fall asleep standing up, certainly not. So Yoongi stops, pulling Hoseok back by his shoulders, and begins to lead him back up towards the bedroom. It took some shuffling, Hoseok barely moving his legs and consistently pausing to ask Yoongi about skincare products, but he managed to get his boyfriend seated on the bed. Hoseok was almost like putty, with no fight in him as Yoongi helped him shrug out of his jacket and then pulled his long-sleeved tee off, leaving him in just his undershirt. He cooperated as Yoongi pulled his shoes and then wiggled his jeans from his hips, letting out a small laugh when Yoongi grumbled about ‘unsexy conditions’.

“We can still have sex, I really like having sexy conditions,” Hoseok mumbled, his leg lifting to drop on Yoongi’s arm. Yoongi just laughed, moving his hand over to massage Hoseok’s calf, grinning as Hoseok’s face melted into a pleased, lazy smile. Absolutely like putty.

“Maybe when you’re feeling better. Nap first.” Maybe if Hoseok was lucid by tomorrow, Yoongi would tell him what he said to embarrass him.  Instead, with another kiss to Hoseok’s cheek, he slipped away into the bathroom to fetch the thermometer, returning to slip it into Hoseok’s mouth. The younger man waited patiently for the device to beep, eyelids blinking heavily, and Yoongi frowned as he watched the numbers slowly climb. His heart sank once he watched it move over 38°C. Finally it beeped and Yoongi pulled it from his lips to confirm a 39.5°. That was absolutely no good.

“Come on, Seokseok, let’s lay down, okay?” Yoongi mumbled to him, pulling him to his feet. Hoseok whined at the movement, face scrunching in discomfort at having to move. But Yoongi went slowly, a hand across his shoulders, leading him almost as if he was made of glass. With Hoseok’s condition as it was, he may as well be. Yoongi walked the dancer over to the side of the bed and yanked back the quilt, helping him lay down to rest his head on his pillows. Once he made sure Hoseok was comfortable, which included assuring him he’d definitely go look for the damned face cream, he gave him another pillow to hug and pulled the light blanket over him. Hoseok barely laid down for a minute before he’d already fallen asleep. That would make things easier for him.

With a sigh, Yoongi immediately got to work.

~+~

Thankfully, they seemed to be stocked, he’d discovered during an inventory check in the bathroom. The medicine cabinet always had painkillers and bandages, a side-effect of being in Hoseok’s profession, but Hoseok had also purchased a small pack of cold and flu tablets, cough syrup, and allergy medication for the spring months. And, a gem—a package of cooling gel patches. Yoongi wasted no time in hurrying to place one on Hoseok’s forehead, whispering soft apologies as Hoseok whined at the temperature difference. He moved once his boyfriend quieted down again, going back to read the labels on what he figured they’d need.

He then moved to the kitchen, pulling out the leftover juk from yesterday’s breakfast and immediately heated a small bowl. He doubted his boyfriend would eat much, but it was worth trying since he’d skipped breakfast when he left just a few hours earlier. How had Hoseok’s condition gotten so bad so quickly? He must have been feverish when he left that morning, but even in his sleepy haze he seemed plenty aware. Maybe his fever spiked from dancing… He knows his boyfriend is known for pushing himself. As he stirs the warmth from the stove back into the cool broth, he pulls out his phone and makes a quick call to their long-time friend, and Hoseok’s favorite coworker.

Park Jimin answers his phone with a sigh of relief. “Yoongi-hyung, thank goodness! Hob-ah made it home okay? He didn’t answer my texts!”

Yoongi wasn’t even sure if Hoseok had his phone. “He’s back, but he’s delirious with a fever that high,” he mumbled.

Jimin sighed. “I knew I should’ve taken him home… He said he’d be okay, he just said it was low. I’m never trusting him again!” When Yoongi heard a stomp echo in the background, he couldn’t hold back a laugh. Jimin probably stomped his shoes in one of the empty dance halls; Yoongi had seen him do it enough times, often far too childish and absolutely hilarious, and he couldn’t help but laugh over it. It seemed to relieve the tension if anything. “Well, I’m glad he made it home safely. He didn’t seem to be that bad off when he left, just his headache… Just take care of him? I’ll come visit tonight.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll go down and make sure he at least parked in a real spot… What time did he leave the studio?”

“Uh… around nine? He really wasn’t here that long before I kicked him out.”

“Nine? But it doesn’t take two hours—”

Jimin and Yoongi both seemed to have the same realization at the same time. Hoseok’s dance studio wasn’t far from their apartment, around thirty minutes on foot. Sometimes on warm weather days, Hoseok would jog over as his warm-up or walk to one of the nearby coffee shops and take a bus home. Since it’s been chilly, it would have only been a five-minute drive. Yoongi turned down the stove and hurried over to where his boyfriend abandoned his jacket, searching the pockets for Hoseok’s car keys. All the while, he could hear Jimin’s quick huffs as the younger dancer ran outside. When Yoongi didn’t find anything in the pockets but Hoseok’s phone, he hurried over to the clothes to check—

“Hyung, his car is still parked out here.”

“Can you find his keys?”

Jimin sighed as he checked around the car, but soon Yoongi heard him mumble, “Not here, not inside either.” Then, a little louder, “I’ll check inside. They may still be in his office. Did he bring his bag?”

Now that Jimin mentioned it… “He didn’t.”

“Aish, this idiot. Well, I’ll let you know if they turn up here. See you later, okay?”

“Mm. Thanks, Minnie.”

Yoongi returned to the stove and picked up the spoon again, stirring the juk once again. He filled a bowl, grabbed a water bottle, and grabbed an ice pack and headed to the bedroom. Hoseok hasn’t so much as turned since Yoongi had tucked him in. Yoongi just set the items on the bedside table and shook his boyfriend’s shoulder to rouse him.

“Seok-ah, come eat some juk,” he coaxed gently.

Hoseok’s face scrunched in discomfort, and he shook his head. “No… ‘m nauseous,” he mumbled. “Just ‘unna sleep.”

“You’re nauseous?” Yoongi pressed a hand to Hoseok’s neck. “You didn’t eat at all this morning, right? That’s probably why…”

Hoseok barely grumbled in response. But he needed to eat something to take the medicine, or he’d regret it later. Yoongi sighed, patting his shoulder again. “Come on, just a little juk. It’ll help.”

Hoseok whined again, but opened his mouth, as if expecting Yoongi to feed him as he was. Yoongi laughed. “You gotta sit up or you’ll choke, Seokseok.”

“Hyungie, no…” Hoseok whined. He brought an arm to rest over his eyes and just frowned. Yoongi wasn’t going to give him a break, given the gentle patting, but he smiled when he felt Yoongi’s lips press on his cheek.

“Come on, Seokseok-ah… Juk is warm, got chicken in it.”

“I’m gonna throw it up.” Hoseok whimpered at the idea. But he nodded gently at Yoongi’s coaxing and lets the older man pull him to slouch against his shoulder. He leaned forward as Yoongi leaned, and his head almost dropped forward.

Yoongi sighed and grabbed the bowl and spoon. “We’ll try just a little, okay?”

“Just… just a little. Okay.”

Yoongi moved slowly and began to spoon feed Hoseok, giving his boyfriend ample time between bites to slowly chew the soft rice. Hoseok seemed to be enjoying it, opening his mouth first after a few bites before Yoongi managed to scoop the spoonful. Around a third of the way in, Hoseok shook his head, turning his face into Yoongi’s shoulder. Pressing a kiss to his temple, Hoseok smiled. “You did so well, baby. Now, ready to take medicine?”

“Noooo,” Hoseok whined.

With a soft laugh, Yoongi replaced the bowl and instead reached for the water bottle and the tablets, pulling them from the pack. He tapped Hoseok’s cheek, and Hoseok merely opened his mouth.

“They’re going to be bitter on your tongue…”

“It’s okay,” he mumbled.

Yoongi set the pills against his boyfriend’s tongue and lifted the water bottle to his lips, letting him take a cool sip. Hoseok took a second before lifting his mouth, moving his face away. He then went absolutely pale, cheeks puffing as he took a breath. Yoongi didn’t even have time to move, startled that Hoseok was about to throw up on everything—but he soon let out a heavy burp and sighed in relief.

Oh, good.

Yoongi helped lower the dancer back onto the bed and covered him with the blanket again. “Rest, okay baby?”

Humming, Hoseok was quick to fall asleep again. Yoongi took the time to wipe his face and neck with a cold washcloth, whispering soft apologies as he noticed Hoseok’s face scrunch in discomfort in his sleep. His breathing was even, if not a little congested, and Yoongi could only hope he’d stay asleep longer. He left the door open, creeping back to his studio down the hall. He left his own door open, sure he’d hear if Hoseok woke from his nap. Deciding to focus just on quieter tasks instead of turning open the soundboard, Yoongi just made sure to save his work a handful of times before opening his email. He typed up a quick message to his boss to let him know there may be a day or two delay, then began reading through the other messages he’d gotten over the day.

Only a few minutes in and his phone went off, a quick text message from Jimin: ‘He dropped his keys off at the front desk, Suran had them’.

‘Thank god,’ Yoongi replied. Goodness knows he didn’t want to worry about trying to get a locksmith and replacing the locks of Hoseok’s car, so that was one less thing to worry about. Jimin followed up his response with asking if Yoongi needed any errands run, and while Yoongi began brainstorming a gag errand to send him on when he heard a gagging of a different kind.

A loud, pained retch, followed by a splash, and a hiccup. Jumping from his desk, the musician abandoned his phone and ran to the bedroom, grimacing at the sour smell that hit him from the doorway. Hoseok, eyes half-lidded and very much out of it, leaned over the side of the bed and coughed up another mouthful of white-yellow sludge, splashing the blanket and the rug by the bed with it. His knuckles gripped the side of the bed, white from the effort, but the next mouthful splashed on his fingers immediately. Yoongi quickly jumped over to grab the trash can from the bedside table, holding it under Hoseok’s mouth. His other hand reached over to pat his back.

“Oh Seokseok, it’s okay, let it out,” he murmured to him.

Hoseok choked up another wave, barely able to catch his breath before another retch overtook him. His stomach cramped fitfully, and Yoongi could spot tears forming in his eyes from the effort it took just to keep going. He merely rubbed his back, trying to stay comforting as Hoseok rid himself of the little bit of porridge he had managed to take down, along with what looked like yesterday’s dinner. It took a few good minutes longer, but soon Hoseok was merely retching out what little bile he could choke out, forcing himself to spit. He took a deep breath before his head dropped on the pillow, obviously spent by the extra effort.

“Yoongi,” he mumbled, voice hoarse and shaky. “Yoon-yoon, that… that hurt…”

“I know, baby, I know. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Setting the trash can next to the mess, Yoongi pulled the blanket back before pulling Hoseok to sit up. He took the washcloth he’d used earlier, which had been sitting next to a bowl of warming water, and used it to wipe away his mouth and his fingers of any excess vomit, just for Hoseok’s comfort. His boyfriend needed to change anyway, as he noticed the vomit had gotten on Hoseok’s sleeve as well as the blanket. His shirt seemed damp with sweat anyway, so perhaps a change was in order anyway. Yoongi just tossed the washcloth onto the floor and reached for his boyfriend’s arms, helping lead him off the bed, cautious of the original splash mess on the floor.

“Yoon-yoon… I gotta clean…” The dancer’s eyes watered as he looked down at the mess, color draining from his face save for red splashes across his cheek as he began to work himself up.

Yoongi shushed him immediately. “Let hyung worry about that mess.” Reaching a hand to cup Hoseok’s face, he stroked his cheek gently with his thumb, smiling at him. Hoseok’s breath hitched, but he did his best to try and calm down as he listened to Yoongi. “I’ve made worse messes. You want a bath? Wanna soak a little, or just want to sleep?”

The answer came quickly: “Bath later? I don’t…”

“Bath later.”

It took some maneuvering, but he got Hoseok to sit on his studio’s small couch in just his boxers, a blanket wrapped around him and trash can next to him just in case. Another dose of medicine just in case, a few sips of water, and Hoseok seemed content to doze there which gave Yoongi time to take care of the mess. He carried the entire bed’s linen to the washing machine and shoved it inside, tossing in more soap than necessary and turning it on. The rug went outside for later him to deal with. Then some mopping on the hardwood floor, some spraying down, wiping it down, replacing the bedlinen, and cracking open the window, and within twenty minutes the bedroom smelled normal again. For extra measure, he took the trash bag from the small trash can and put it into their bigger trash can downstairs, spraying that down too. Between every step, Yoongi checked on Hoseok to be safe, rather glad when he realized his boyfriend really had just fallen asleep curled up in the blanket.

Yoongi really didn’t want to wake him up after that, but he knew he needed to. Fetching clean cotton pajamas, he slipped back into the office. Dressing Hoseok was easier than he’d thought, Hoseok’s half-asleep self quite agreeable as he let Yoongi feed his arms through the sleeves, and clinging lazily to Yoongi’s back as he stepped into the pants. Once Yoongi pulled up and tied the drawstring, he led his sleepy boyfriend back to the clean bed and helped him lay down again, stroking his hair gently.

“Mm… Yoongi…”

Smiling, Yoongi stroked his cheek again, before Hoseok’s hand found his. “Yes, baby?”

“Stay?” Hoseok mumbled. With a soft laugh, Yoongi nodded. Anything else could wait, he had his phone with him… but honestly, a nap sounded pretty good too. “Anything for you, Seokseok.” He crawled over Hoseok onto the other side of the bed, pulling the dancer close to him. Hoseok moved his hand to his stomach, and Yoongi found himself rubbing his stomach lightly, soothing his sick boyfriend back to sleep. It didn’t take much longer for him to drift off right with him.

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #sick!hoseok #caretaker!yoongi #whit writes #cw: emetophobia #fever #sope strikes again

[asoftepiloguemylove]

Could I request a web about falling out with a toxic friend? And feeling more anger than anything - someone who treats everyone badly and will end up alone from their behaviour

i hope you're doing well <33

Agust D (ft. 김종완 Kim Jong-wan)어땠을까 Dear my friend (via @alleygaze) / Adonis Rage; Selected Poems / The End of the F***ing World (2017-2019) cr. Jonathan Entwistle / Phoebe Bridgers Motion Sickness / Salma Deera Letters from Medea

#this was so hard to make #on friendship #on heartbreak #on loss #on anger #agust d #yoongi #bts #kim jong wan #dear my friend #adonis #the end of the f world #the end of the f***ing world #jonathan entwistle #phoebe bridgers #motion sickness #salma deera #letters from medea #jessica barden #words #poem #poetry #spilled thoughts #spilled ink #dark academia poetry #dark academia #spilled poetry #writing #dark academia quote #spilled words

[orchidyoonkook]

I am so very far from okay

#I’m going to be sick #myg #min yoongi bts #min yoongi #min yunki #bts #yoongi #Yoon posts

[soft-for-yoongi]

5 times BTS thought Jungkook was throwing up + the one time he actually is

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Sick: Jungkook

Caretaker: ot7, each have their individual sections

Tw: gagging, mentions of nausea, vom**, puking, dizziness

Word count: 1,469

Okay... here me out it's a little different from what I usually do, but please let me know what you think!! 🙏 oh and which member was your favourite?? 🤩

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Namjoon

Jungkook looks adorable, Namjoon thinks as he snaps a photo of the youngest— asleep on the couch in his studio. It wasn't uncommon for the members to relax there, but Jungkook definitely does it the most. Just as Namjoon sends the photo to their group chat, Jungkook wakes with a groan. He stretches before a hand covers his mouth.

Namjoon looks at him, Jungkook's eyes are half lidded and hazy, hand on his month. Wait. Namjoon grabs the trash can under his desk, quickly holding it in front of Jungkook. The youngest takes the bin with a furrowed brow, then erupts with a sneeze, "HIHSH'Ew, ugh. Sorry." Jungkook mumbles, still sleepy. "What's this for?" He adds, lifting the bin slightly.

Namjoon looks at him blankly, "Oh, thank goodness, you're okay. I thought you were about to vomit," Namjoon laughs, half-heartedly because it has happened before, and you can never be too prepared. "Jeeze, hyung, you worry too much." Jungkook giggles.

Seokjin

Jin was peacefully cooking in the kitchen, making one of their go-to's, but still a favourite. The occasional member swings by sometimes to check in and help for a bit, which is why he wasn't surprised when the youngest walked into the kitchen. He opens the fridge and takes a water, taking a few swigs. A drop accidentally goes down the wrong hole, making Jungkook splutter and cough. He throws himself over the sink, coughing and spitting water into the drain.

Seokjin abandons the veggies he was cutting and starts rubbing Jungkook's back, "you okay, Jungkook-ah?" Seokjin said, concerned for the younger. Jungkook nodded and swallowed, recovering from his clumsy drinking. He exhaled, "I'm okay. I swallowed funny and it went down the wrong way." Jungkook wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, Jin still rubbing his spine.

"Christ, you scared me half to death! I thought you were being sick or something." Seokjin admits, dramatically holding his heart. Jungkook chuckled, realising the misunderstanding, "sorry, hyung. I'm fine, I promise." Jungkook replies, earning a sigh and fluffing of his hair from Seokjin.

Hoseok

Put Jungkook with his Hoseokie-hyung and there's bound to be chaos. They were originally practising together, but somehow, it turned into a pirouette competition? Hoseok went first, and he'd say he was pretty graceful, remembering to point his toes as he spun around. Jungkook's high-pitched laugh rang in the air as he held his phone up, recording Hoseok. "Aish!" He exclaimed, "wow, that was hard." Hoseok stopped spinning, after doing approximately 4 turns, again, pretty impressive if you ask him.

"Jungkookie, your turn!" Hoseok beams, quickly flipping out his phone and recording as Jungkook takes the spotlight. He spins in quick succession, one, two, three, four, five?? Jungkook laughs at the very Hoseok-like noises as he films. Jungkook slows down and ends up victorious with 7 turns. Woah, he's kinda dizzy though. Jungkook pants, hand on his knee and arm to his middle.

"Wahhh, Jungkookie!... Hey, you feeling okay?" Hoseok ends the video, jogging to the youngest. He places a hand on his back, heart dropping. "Yeah- just dizzy." Jungkook laughs, straightening up to look at his hyung. "Are you about to puke?" Hoseok blurts, eyes starting to scan for a rubbish bin. "What? No, gosh. I'm fine Hobi-hyung," Jungkook breaks into high-pitched laughter, soon joined by the elder.

Taehyung

Taehyung has an arm wrapped around Jungkook's shoulder, both sharing a blanket as they stare intently at the tv, playing an action movie. Taehyung knew the youngest loved them, but couldn't get as immersed as he could. Thus why when Jungkook made sniffly noises and put a hand over his mouth to stop from sobbing, Taehyung was very confused. And very worried. He had been paying attention and nothing too dramatically sad was happening (he thinks), so what's wrong with Jungkook???

"Jungkookie?" Taehyung holds Jungkook's cheek, body turned to face him. Jungkook looks towards his lap, a little embarrassed, his hand the only thing keeping him from audibly sobbing. "Are you getting sick or something? Your cheeks are pink." Taehyung worries, using his phone light to illuminate Jungkook's face. He sees the shaky fingers cupped over his mouth and assumes the worst. "Do you feel nauseous?" The singer questions.

Jungkook bubbles with a laugh, tears still coming out of his eyes. "I-I'm okay, Taehyungie-hyung." Jungkook uses his sleeve to wipe his eyes, blinking back a couple more and taking some deep breaths. "How are you not sad? Iron man died." Jungkook pouts, maybe Taehyung wasn't paying as much attention as he thought. "I was more worried about you. It looked like you were gonna be sick!" Taehyung frets, pulling the youngest into a hug to calm both himself and Jungkook.

Yoongi

Jungkook sqints at the toilet. It's shiny and looking better already! He'd noticed some dust and decided he'd do a good deed and clean the toilet. Pretty normal thing to do, if you ask Jungkook. Though, Yoongi didn't see it that way when he first walked into the bathroom. The bathroom was half lit and he'd taken his contacts out already. He scans the youngest, who's squated in front of the toilet.

"Kook?" Yoongi says, suddenly next to him and rubbing his back. He's on his toes, ready to grab some pepto or another member. The youngest turns around to look at the older, a confused look on his face. "Do you want some water?" Yoongi offers, wiping his eyes tiredly. Jungkook is still confused as to what his hyung is doing.

"I'm okay, hyung," Jungkook replies. He is enjoying having his back rubbed though, he will admit. "Have you been sick?" Yoongi asks, although the toilet does look oddly clean. "What? Hyung, I'm cleaning the toilet, not throwing up," Jungkook breaks into laughter, clapping his hands. "Oh my bad, good work Kook-ah." Yoongi smiles, "you had me worried."

Jimin

Jimin looks over at the youngest from his position on the couch. Jungkook's face is puffy and he's got two pieces of toast in front of him. Plain toast. No butter, no jam, nothing. They've only got a recording session later this evening, so usually Jungkook works himself quite an impressive appetite even though it's only breakfast. He watches the youngest cringe with each bite, looking like he's zoning out.

He turns off his phone to pay more attention to Jungkook. He sees the younger's face twinge in discomfort or pain—he can't quite tell—and then move a hand under the table to place on his belly. Gotcha. Jimin's mood drops and he walks over to Jungkook, placing a hand on his back. Jungkook doesn't even resist the touch, not bothering to put up a facade as he pushes his plate away, resting his forehead on the table.

"Not feeling the best?" Jimin asks, "I feel sick." Jungkook replies and the dancer hums sympathetically. Jimin slides in the seat next to him, concern apparent on his face. "Kook, do you know what's upsetting you?" Jimin frowns worriedly. "I don't know, hyung... my stomach hurts." Jungkook says and then registers that these are all his tell-tale signs he's about to throw up. He moans at the realisation.

"Jungkook do you need me to bring the bin over?" Jimin stills his hand on Jungkook's back, able to hear the younger's stomach throwing a fit from where he's sitting. Jungkook lifts his head enough to give Jimin a nod. With haste, Jimin grabs the trash can from in the kitchen and brings it back. Jungkook takes the bin and lets it rest in his lap, staring at the meager contents and feeling his stomach churn unhappily.

Jimin can see goosebumps on Jungkook's arms and wishes relief for him so badly. Seeing the youngest pale and quiet, makes Jimin want to switch places with him. The weight of anticipation is soon ended when Jungkook coughs lightly and then breaks out into gags, bringing the bin right up to his face. "Deep breaths, Kook." Jimin says, worry etched onto his face.

Jungkook can only hiccup and release strained breaths, not quite what Jimin wants right now. "Hyung— I'm g-gonna throw up—" Jungkook whimpers, back arching into a 'c' as he retches productively. Jimin pats his back nervously, eyeing the bathroom door, considering relocating the sick maknae.

Gags fill Jungkook's ears and the smell of his previous toast is enough to make him go green in the face. Jungkook tries to focus on the hand on his back and the massaging of his neck but his stomach clearly has other plans. The organ squeezes harshly at every move Jungkook makes, forcing bill up his throat. "I hate this, hyung..." Jungkook mumbles, hugging the bin close.

"Yeah, being sick is no fun, it's a good thing you're healthy." Jimin kisses the singer's hair, "most of the time."

#bts #soft-for-yoongi writes #bts!sickfic #emeto #emeto mention #bangtan #jungkook #emeto fic #sickfic #vomit mention #sick #5+1 things #jungkook centric #sick!jungkook #caring!bts #tw vomit #vomiting #comfort #a little far fetched #but thats okay #nausea #bts emeto #tw emeto

[crystalsnow95z]

I got 23 drafts that are only halfway finished because I just don't like them and can't bring myself to post them, so I'm going to just type without looking back and post the results. This method worked before I'll just use it again

I asked my friend to choose a number and they chose 2. That makes Yoongi our sickie.

Sickie: Yoongi with flu (emeto warning)

Caretaker: Jin and a bit of Hobi

"Everyone be careful, it's icy here.." Namjoon warns when his foot slips, using Jungkook to catch himself.

"Aiish!" Yoongi tries to quickly grab Jimin to steady himself, but both boys fall to the ground.

"Yoongi, jiminah are you okay?" Jin offers his hands to help them up, pulling Jimin to his feet.

Jimin grabs Jin's hand, but Yoongi doesn't make any move to get up. Eyes screwed shut with pain.

"Yeah, just a sore bottom.." Jimin says rubbing his bottom. "But Yoongi-hyung.. are you okay?"

"Hyung are you hurt?" Hoseok bends down to check on him, helping him sit up slowly.

"Yeah..I'm okay..i just fell on my..back..it..just knocked the..wind out of..me..I'll be okay.." Yoongi says breathlessly, wincing when he sits up, reaching for Hoseok's out reached hand.

"Your hands are freezing hyung.." Hoseok frowns, rubbing them between his. "What happened to your gloves?"

"I couldn't find my gloves. It's just that I touched the snow when i fell.. It's fine, Hoba."

"Are you sure?" Jin asks, brushing the snow off of Yoongi's back. "You should get checked out just in case."

Yoongi checks his shoulder, rolling it back, letting out a deep breath when he doesn't make the pain worse. "I'm okay.."

"There's a little shop up ahead. We can take a rest there." Jungkook says, pointing to a cafe. "Jimin-sii is shivering and I can hear Taehyungie-hyung’s teeth chattering.."

"Sounds good.. I'm freezing too and could use a warm coffee." Jin leads Yoongi, keeping an arm around him for support.

The seven members enter the cafe together, sitting at a booth. Jimin hugs Taehyung close trying to warm the fellow 95er.

"I'll order for us." Namjoon offers, getting up.

"I'll come help you carry them." Hoseok follows Namjoon to the counter.

"Yoongi do you want to go back to the lodge after this? I'll walk back with you if you want." Jin asks,trying to warm his hands. "I don't want you pushing yourself if you're hurting.."

"I'll be okay, Hyung. I'm feeling better now." Yoongi blushes, pulling away from Jin to wipe his dripping nose. "We're already so close to the theater.. it's been forever since we watched a movie together. It's just sitting in a theater."

Namjoon returns with Hoseok to the table, passing out the cups.

"This one is Taehyungie's." Namjoon says, motioning to the one with a stirring stick inside.

"Once we warm up a bit, we should still make the movie. We did leave early in case we got lost." Yoongi sips his coffee, the hot liquid warming his insides.

"Alright. We'll leave in ten minutes.."

"Where's Yoongi?" Jin asks when he looks around the table, noticing there were only five members sitting around the table for breakfast.

"I haven't seen him all morning.. he must still be asleep." Namjoon replies. "Should we wake him?"

"He was up pretty late last night.. I'll just ask if he wants to eat. If he doesn't, we'll let him sleep a little more." Jin gets up to check on his former roommate.

"Yoongi-yah.." Jin knocks softly on the door but gets no answer. He checks the handle, opening the door a crack to peek into the room.

Yoongi was buried underneath his blankets, Jin unable to see anything except for a few fingers poking out from the corner.

"It looks like he's still asleep.." Taehyung whispers by Jin, making the older member jump.

"Aiish!" Jin covers his mouth, relaxing when he sees it's just the younger vocalist. "Vuu, you scared me.." he whispers. "Don't sneak up on me like that.."

"Sorry Hyung, I thought you heard me following you.." Taehyung apologies, lowering his head.

"Let him sleep a bit longer. We don't have any plans until this afternoon anyway." Jin ushers Taehyung back to the kitchen, unaware of the mistake he made.

Yoongi woke up a half hour later, pulling the blanket tighter around his body, a shiver running down his spine. "Mmm.." He moans softly when a ripple of pain runs across his stomach, hugging a pillow to his sore middle.

I don't feel well at all...it was just a dull ache last night..now I can't stop shaking..

Yoongi reaches for the water on the bedside table, hand trembling from the fever that plagued him. Even the slow movement made the pain worse."Hyung..." Yoongi's voice comes out as a hoarse whisper, hugging the pillow once more.

I can't do this..I'm gonna be sick..

Yoongi sits up slowly, his body aching with every movement. "Hymm.." he tries to call louder, but another wave of nausea makes his word break off into a whimper, his stomach pushing up his dinner from last night.

He clamps his hand over his mouth swallowing hard to keep the sick down. He knew if he tried to move he would just throw up all over the bed. Tears of frustration streaked his cheeks, staring at the small trash can underneath the desk.

He felt his stomach lurch up again, trying to untangle himself from the blankets, but it was too late. The sick escaped through the cracks in his fingers, gagging on the foul taste that filled his mouth.

He tried to swallow it down, but another mouthful was pushing its way up his body, becoming more than he could hold. Yoongi moved his hand away from his mouth, spraying the sick all over his blanket.

"Hyung.." Yoongi called desperately, feeling his stomach churning again. He tried to hold down the bile that rose in his throat until Jin came,but his body just wouldn't cooperate with him.

Jin rushes in the room when he hears Yoongi calling, eyes widening when he sees Yoongi throwing up. "Aiigo, Yoongi.." he scanned the room for the trashcan, quickly getting it from underneath the desk and putting it in Yoongi's lap. "It's okay..it's okay hyung is here.." he gently pulls the blanket away from Yoongi, pushing it towards the edge of the bed.

Yoongi hugs the bin to his chest, releasing another round of sick with a gag. "Hyung..." he whines softly, shaking uncontrollably.

Jin wraps his arm around Yoongi, holding him up. "I know baby, I know.. you'll feel better once it's out..don't try to fight it.." he speaks in a soothing tone, gently rubbing his other hand across Yoongi's spine. Another mouthful of bile rises up Yoongi's throat. With a proper bin and Jin by his side, he doesn't try to stop it, allowing the hot bile to fill the bin.

Jin notices Jungkook watching in the doorway. I know you want to help, but Yoongi won't want you seeing him like this.."Jungkook-ah, take care of the blanket for me." He ordered, using a stern tone to get him moving.

Jungkook folds the blanket so the Vomit is covered up by the clean sides, quickly leaving the room.

"And tell the others to stay out unless I ask for them." Jin adds, turning his attention away from his youngest dongsaeng to his oldest. Yoongi lost all the color to his face besides his bright red nose, taking in quick gasps of air between gagging. "Yoon, I know it hurts, but I need to you to take deep breaths for me okay?"

Yoongi nods, trying to take a deep breath in, wincing. "I..it hurts.. it hurts to breath.." he whines, his muscles tightening again to force up a smaller amount of bile, spitting it into the bin.

"I know baby, It's almost over, just endure it a little longer for hyung okay?" Jin wipes the tears from Yoongi's eyes with his sleeve.

Yoongi nods, dry heaving a few more times before the last bit finally comes. He sniffles wetly, leaning against Jin. "I..I'm..I'm sorry.."

Jin gets the water bottle from the table and opening it. "You have no reason to be sorry.. you called for help and that's all I expect from you. You did good.."

Yoongi goes to grab the water bottle, but Jin pulls it away. "No baby let hyung do it,you're shaking and it's still mostly full."

Yoongi lets Jin tip the water bottle by his mouth, taking in a small mouthful and swishing it around to try to get rid of the acid tang, spitting it into the bin.

"You okay, Yoongi?" Jin asks, brow furrowing with worry when he sees Yoongi spit out the water, fearful of another round when he was still recovering from the first.

Yoongi pushes the bin away from himself, feeling woozy at the smell. "I don't want it anymore.." his voice comes out hoarsely, clearing his throat.

"That's okay. I'll put it on the floor for now." Jin places it down on the floor, offering another drink to Yoongi.

Yoongi takes a few swallows of water before turning away, wrapping his arm around himself. "It's cold.." he tells Jin softly when he sees the worried expression.

"You're burning up, though, Yoon.." Jin could feel the heat radiating off of Yoongi's body, beads of sweat glimmering on his skin. "Let's get you out of that wet shirt. It should help.. can you lift up your arms for me?"

Yoongi obeys, letting Jin gently tug the shirt over his head. "Don't go.." he whispers when Jin gets off the bed.

"I'm not going anywhere, baby. I'm just going to get you a dry shirt from your suitcase. Okay?" Jin slowly goes to the suitcase, his heart racing with anxiety to hear Yoongi being so clingy.

He usually just wants to be left alone to sleep.. How high is his fever?

He checks his pocket for his phone, sighing when he finds them empty. He gets a t-shirt from the suitcase and returns to the bed with Yoongi. "Here Yoongi, arms up one more time."

Yoongi doesn't put his arms up as high this time, exhaustion weighing him down. Jin works around it, leading his arms into the sleeves and gently getting it over his head. "There we go. Is that any warmer?"

Yoongi just gives a low groan as a reply, leaning into Jin for warmth. He was finding it harder to stay awake, his eyes closing and opening. "Tired.."

"I know, I know.. just stay up a little bit longer for me okay..? I just need you to take some medicine for your fever.. Hoba!" Jin calls for the next oldest member, Hoseok quickly coming to his call.

"Hoba, I need you to get medicine for Yoongi.. he doesn't want me to leave.." Jin brushes Yoongis hair from being plastered against his forehead, kissing the center to try to gauge how warm he was. "And a cloth and warm water please?"

"Okay, Hyung." Hoseok looks at Yoongi curled up against Jin's side, eyes unfocused and confused when he hears his voice, trying to process who entered. "He's really not well.." Hoseok frowns, quickly leaving the room.

"Yoongi, just stay up a little bit longer, okay? Hobi will be back soon, and once you take the medicine, you can sleep all you want. Just wait until then, baby." Jin runs his hand through Yoongi's hair.

Yoongi nods, leaning into his touch.

"Cute.." Jin smiles fondly, gently ruffling his hair to try to annoy him enough to make it harder to sleep.

Hoseok comes back in the room, placing the bowl of water on the side table and opening the pill bottle. "We only have Tylenol, but it'll at least help with his fever.. Jaykay and Taehyungie went to the store to get more medicine.. do you need me to call them and add anything to the list?"

"Do you want anything Yoongi?" Jin asks gently.

"Some..something warm.." Yoongi speaks slowly, Jin hardly hearing him.

"Ask them to get some ginger tea and some vitamin water just in case he can't hold down food." He gently sits Yoongi up.

Yoongi whimpers when he moves, his stomach muscles tightening painfully. "Ah..Hyung..hurts.."

"I'm sorry..I'm sorry.. you can lay back down right after this.." Jin apologizes, grabbing the water bottle.

Hoseok shakes two pills out, quickly putting them on Yoongi's tongue, Jin giving him water to wash them down.

Yoongi swallows hard, the water feeling heavy in his stomach. He closes his eyes tightly,holding his stomach.

"You okay hyung? Are you going to get sick?" Hoseok asks quickly looking for the waste bin,finding it on the floor.

Yoongi shakes his head when Hoseok tries to put it by him, the smell of the sick only making him feel even worse. "Hoba..don't.."

Hoseok quickly pulls it away. "I'm sorry Hyung.."

Yoongi dry heaves, the pills trying to make their way back up. His body shakes violently, gripping Jin's shirt tightly.

Jin rubs his back, trying to comfort him. "Yoongi..if you need to throw up, you shouldn't fight it. You'll only make yourself feel worse.." he urges Yoongi, but he just shakes his head, waiting out the wave of nausea to pass.

Hoseok quickly removes the bag, replacing it with a shopping bag to see if that would help Yoongi be more willing to let it out. "I switched the bag Hyung.."

If I throw up the medicine won't work..

Yoongi shakes his head again, trying to take deep breaths to control his breathing. His muscles screamed in pain, making tears stream down his cheeks.

Hoseok froze in place, unsure on what to do to help Yoongi. "Hyung should we get a doctor..? He's really not well.."

"No.." Yoongi whines, his anxiety spiking at the thought of being alone in a hospital in a foreign country. "Please.."

"Hoseok-Ah, go and get the heating pad from my room.." Jin says softly to Hoseok, nudging him towards the door.

"R-right.." hoseok scurried out of the room.

The minute felt like hours to Yoongi, the dry heaving eventually dying down leaving him panting to try to fill his lungs that screamed for air. Jin continued to try to comfort him, rubbing his hand down Yoongi's side.

"Yoongi.." Jin wipes Yoongi's cheeks. "Are you okay baby?" He asks softly, using the wet cloth to wash the sweat from his face.

"The..the..ah..smell.." Yoongi tries to explain what happened, but his mind was fuzzy with fever, struggling to gather his thoughts.

"It's okay. Hobi took care of it baby.. don't try to talk..just rest for now, okay? Im going to try to bring down your fever.. I'm not going anywhere okay? I just want to bring the water bowl closer.." Jin speaks slowly, gently moving Yoongi with him, stretching his arm out to reach the bowl.

"Mm.." Yoongi wraps his arms around Jin when he feels him moving. Every centimeter of movement makes his body ache. "Hyung.."

"I know. I know, I'll be quick okay?" Jin places the bowl on the bed, gently wetting the cloth again, gliding it across Yoongi's arm.

"It's cold.." Yoongi whispers, pulling away from him with a wince. "No.." he coughs out the word.

"Yoongi, please, just endure it for me, okay? Once you cool down a bit, you can have heat to help with the pain, okay?" Jin wasn't sure if his words were getting through Yoongi, his eyes glassy with fever looking at something Jin couldn't see.

Hoseok comes back into the room with the heat pad, relaxing when he sees Yoongi falling asleep. "I found it hyung.. how is he?"

"He's really out of it, but i have it under control. if his fever doesn't go down within the hour, we'll try to give him a bath..if that doesn't work, then we'll get a professional." Jin tries to keep his voice steady, not wanting to worry Hoseok.

"Do you want me to do it for you? It must be hard with him on your chest." Hoseok offers, wanting to do anything to help.

Jin gives him the washcloth. "Don't move him, though.."

Hoseok nods, taking it and gently washing Yoongi, his heart tightening when Yoongi coughs. "He's coughing now..?"

"I think it's just his throat being sore from throwing up, but if the kids bring back medicine for cold and flu it'll help with coughs too.." Jin kisses Yoongi's forehead, feeling the heat on his lips. "He's cooled down a bit from earlier.."

"You can tell that with a kiss?" Hoseok questions with amazement. "Woah,you really are like the mom of bangtan."

Jin smiles for a moment, hugging Yoongi a bit closer. "You guys are all my babies. I have to pick up some skills to be able to handle you kids. He'll be fine with medicine and rest.."

Yoongi got a few hours of sleep before his mind riddled him with fever dreams. His breath picks up, his heart racing wildly as his old memories flood his mind.

"Yoongi hyung.." Hoseok gently rubs his hand across Yoongi's chest, trying to wake him without shaking him. "It's okay, it's okay.. it was only a dream.."

Yoongi's eyes fly open, his eyes darting to take in the room, not recognizing the room he was in. "Hyung..Hyungie.."

"Shh..shhn it's okay, he went to eat.. I'm here.. it's okay.. I got you.." Hoseok runs his hand down Yoongi's back, gently scratching his back. I have to calm him down, his fever will rise again..

"I don't want u-us to dis-disband.." Yoongi sniffles, hiccuping between words, hugging Hoseok close. "I want us to-to stay together."

"Oh Yoongi, I'm not going anywhere.. that's in the past hyung. Everyone is happy as seven.. those days are in the past.." Hoseok hugs him back, rubbing his hand across his back. "Don't cry..you'll make me cry.."

"I..i.."Yoongi whimpers, unable to stop the tears from flowing."wan..ev...ry..." His sobs make his speech choppy and inaudible.

"I can't understand you Hyungie, you need to breathe.." Hoseok tries to keep calm, but seeing Yoongi so distraught made his stomach drop.

Yoongi takes a few deep shaky breaths before trying again."The..the..others..i..I want to.." His voice breaks off in a cough, but it was enough for Hoseok to know what he wanted.

"I'll get them for you, okay? Let me just text the group chat okay?" Hoseok gently moves Yoongi to get his phone from his pocket.

Yoongi hyung had a bad dream.. come here..

Hoseok sends a quick message, turning to Yoongi. "Hyung are you okay?"

"My stomach hurts.." Yoongi groans softly when Hoseok moves, wrapping his arm around his middle.

"Do you think you'll be sick?" Hoseok asks with a worried expression.

Yoongi shakes his head, perking up when he sees the younger members flood into the room.

"Hyung do you want a hug?" Taehyung asks, holding out his arms, surprised when Yoongi wraps around him, squeezing the breath out of him.

"It's okay Hyung. I'm not going anywhere.." Taehyung says breathlessly, hugging him back. "No one is."

"I want a hug too." Jungkook holds out his arms, pulling Yoongi close to him.

"Jungkook-ah.. are you okay? You sound weird.." Yoongi asks, worrying about his youngest member.

"Yeah..I'm fine, I just..uh..got a bit emotional.." Jungkook blushes in embarrassment when Yoongi looks at him closer, noticing his puffy red eyes.

"Don't cry over me.. I'll be fine..I'm just..not feeling well.." Yoongi says softly.

"Are you feeling any better?" Taehyung asks, taking a seat on the bed.

"My..my..sides burn when I breathe..but..I'm not as cold as before.. so I'm doing a bit better.."

"I'm sorry Yoongi-hyung..I can turn on the heating pad, it should help." Jungkook reaches over to it, placing it on Yoongi's stomach and putting the setting on low.

"Have..have you guys been here all day..?" Yoongi asks softly, remembering that they were supposed to go skiing.

"Don't worry about that, Hyung. It's been snowing too much to go." Jimin reassures him. "We've been playing games. Staff made us a game room."

Jin enters the room again, sitting with the others. "Me and Jimin made you some Jook.. do you think you could eat a little?"

The thought of food made his stomach churn. "I'm not hu..ngry.." Yoongi coughs, reaching for the water.

"It's okay, Yoongi-hyung.. You don't have to eat.." Hoseok gets the vitamin water, handing it to Yoongi. "We'll get you feeling better soon, then we can enjoy our trip together."

"Thanks everyone.." Yoongi takes a sip of water, smiling fondly at his members who gathered around him.

#bts sickfic #bts #bts boys #bts fanfic #bts sickie #bts taehyung #bts jhope #bts namjoon #bts jungkook #bts jimin #bts yoongi #sick!fic #sick!yoongi

[sicjimin]

9 & 13 with the sickie being in a flight maybe? you can choose any sickie or caretaker

but after this they find out theyre pregnant and realise that that's the reason they weren't able to stop throwing up or something like that?

9. *retching painfully with little results* "Why can't.. stop?"

13. *tearfully* "I'm so nauseous but nothing's happening."

a.n : okaay i cant make this as mpreg because it will be toooo long (as i intended this as a drabble or short fics) , but i hope i still can deliver what you want from me :) might continue this as a full mpreg fic if anyone want tho !

sickie : yoongi ( i miss writing sick yoongi ☹️)

"Better?"

Seokjin asks as Yoongi trying to slip himself back to the seat beside him. He can't see nor judge anything until the younger slumps on the seat beside him after his little trip to the bathroom—saved by his mask. But now he can feel his heart fell as it's still the same pale mixed green sickly feature that persist on Yoongi's face as he pulls his mask down ; trying to get as much as fresh air to make him feel slightly better.

"No ..", Yoongi grits, taking a deep inhale and exhale as he takes back the sick bag that he had been tossed somewhere ; crumpled it under his palm for safety measure. As his stomach continues to rumble and heave, seems like it's going along with the movement of the plane engine. His eyes remain half-lidded and his head is against the seat, though every muscle in his body is clenched tight. His hair is matted against his forehead. "I still can't throw up"

Seokjin sighs, his eyes filled with a mix of worry and sadness that he didn't know how to express it in a useful ways. "I told you we can cancel the flight", he brushes Yoongi's sweaty hair back, "Let's get you checked up when we land. I can as—fuck .. ssh, breathe Yoongi-ah", he whispers gently but firmly as Yoongi suddenly lurch forward, his stomach twist and curls as he let out a raspy belch—but still pushing nothing but a fleck of saliva mixed with a little coffee he had earlier.

"Yoongi ..", Seokjin breathes out, his own stomach twisting at the sight. And before Yoongi could even react or respond, he gags again—this time wet and deeper as he can visibly see every muscles on his boyfriend petite body contracts, causing him to curls forward—his entire body writhing at the intense feeling of nausea washing over him.

But it's still an empty one.

"Don't force it .. breathe .. You're gonna hurt yourself", Seokjin just keeps going, muttering words after words as Yoongi just seems can't stop gagging and burping—like his stomach eager to release something but holding it back instead. He can't miss how the edges of the sick bag has become so crumpled with how hard the younger grips it with every bouts nausea that washes through him.

"Hyung ..", Yoongi croaks out when he finally calms enough to breath and look up at Seokjin, his voice strained and hoarse as it cracks on each syllable. The raven locks are damp with sweat and messy, looking more like a bird had nested it than the product of human hands, "I'm so tired .. i just want to get it over", he huffs, pushing the bag away from him with the last of his strength, letting it drop on his laps. He know he will need it soon as there's still a lump pooling in his guts that want to be released—that he also wish know how to. "I'm so nauseous, but why there's nothing happening"

"I know, Yoongichi .. hyung hopes there's something that can make you feel better", Seokjin says softly, running his hand through Yoongi's dark locks as if he could wipe all his suffering away. "Maybe drink? or try to eat some food? Just a little?"

The mention of food causing Yoongi's throat tightens in disgust as he feels the acidic lump in his throat rise up, almost reaching his mouth. "Water would be fine", he says shakily. "It's just really bad right now.."

Seokjin ends up ordering food for himself, a snack for Yoongi, and bottle of water. And just like what Yoongi has predicted—few gulps of water that he took only makes his nausea going a level higher, up around his chest, and pooled heavily on his stomach. He closes his eyes, his breathing has become deep as he breathes through his mouth in a desperate attempt to keep himself occupied. But he finds it too difficult—the queasiness is already hitting him like a tidal wave that wants to wash him off his feet with its waves.

"Try the snack, Yoongichi", he can hear Seokjin's hushed voice saying beside him. "It might help. Maybe it's because you're empty", the older continues, "You only drink your coffee earlier, and you've thrown up your dinner too last night"

Yoongi groans at that, his brain immediately flashing the images of him hunched over the toilet right after dinner, thick wave of barely digested food splashing heavy against the white toilet. His stomach repulses. "Tsk .. hyung ..", he moans, shifting on his seat as he brings the sick bag near his mouth again—spitting saliva as his stomach rolls once more—making the knot in his throat twist and ache in return.

"I'm sorry, Yoongi-ah, hyung didn't mean—", Seokjin chuckles got cut off with Yoongi's deep belch—sounds so thick, like his stomach is wanting to push every single contents in it out. Seokjin quickly turns his head towards him and rubs his back to make sure Yoongi isn't launching himself forward agaisnt the seat in front of him. "Ah .. that's it. Let it out", he murmurs when he could hear liquid pouring out of Yoongi's lips. He pats his back, grimacing as he can feel the muscles in his belly are contracting and releasing again and again and again, and the sound of the contents of his stomach leaving make Yoongi shudder once in awhile.

Oh, Yoongi is so sick.

"Breathe, Yoongichi .. breathe"

".. Fuck," Yoongi groans and gasps softly as the food and coffee and water spills from his mouth, his body heaving with each retching motion. It's a slow, steady stream of vomit, and he lets the contents of his stomach leave his stomach with no fight left to put in. It just feels too bad—and he wants it's relief. He can't even find the energy to feel embarrassed, or any of his usual pride about his appearance now. Just pure disgust and exhaustion.

"Done? Feeling better?", Seokjin asks softly as he wipes the younger lips, and handed him water that Yoongi rejects quick enough. "More ..", he adds after swallowing hard. And then promptly gags, his fingers clenching onto the seat tightly as the new rounds coming.

And while he does the worst possible way to hold himself together, Seokjin just keeps rubbing circles into Yoongi's back, keeping his gaze on him as he watches him dry heaving and gags and spits the liquid out again and again.

"Yoongi .. you throw up a lot", Seokjin speaks quietly this time as Yoongi's body is still heaving and gurgling with whatever he had eaten and drunk. To say he starts to get concerned, is an understatement. For fucks sakes, he is already on the second sick bag ! Yoongi might passed out at this rate.

"I just—can't stop", Yoongi mumbles, his cheeks redder as he tries to control his urge to vomit again, his tongue sticking out between his teeth as he fights with the sickness again; what's wrong with him?

Seokjin sighs and shifts in his seat, having nothing to say to his boyfriend. This time he just stays quiet and listens—watched as Yoongi continues to gagging until he is empty. It feels like hours have passed, and by the time Yoongi is finished, his face and neck are covered with what appears to be dried tears—he looks exhausted, as he immediately going limps against Seokjin arms.

Seokjin moves quick, snatching the bag from the younger and guiding him to lean comfortably against his lips. His left arms handed the younger water, helping him to take few sips to soothe his (definitely) burning throat, then called the stewardes around. "Feeling better?", he asks after checking if Yoongi needs anything else—Yoongi nods weakly, still leaning against Seokjin as his eyes fluttered shut and his breathing evened out. " A little"

"Then you'll need some rest", Seokjin tells him as he pulls him closer. "We still have an hour before landing"

Yoongi simply hums in response, curling up a bit tighter, letting out a small grunt at each cough that he felt coming on. He feels so sick. "Can you asks for another bag hyung?", he asks softly as he feels Seokjin's fingers comb through his hair. "Just... just in case"

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

[whats-k-popping]

Aki's Masterlist

All my works, organized and collected for convenience. Each work has a more detailed list of warnings and descriptions to keep this list clear and concise.

I will do my best to keep this updated as I post new works. Please let me know if there are any errors with the links.

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Sick Namjoon Fics

Doctor's Orders: Part 1 || Part 2

Caretakers Jungkook and Yoongi ft Food Poisoning (nausea/emeto/fever)

There Goes My Nap

Caretaker Seokjin ft Nausea/Emeto

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]

Could you please do a part 2 of 'All together' where the others members get sick?

absolutely! thanks for requesting! I legit forgot about this fic/ series.

Link to part 1

All Together Part 2

Sickie: Everyone ( = (BTS OT7)

Caretaker: Ot7

Word Count: 2k+

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

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 The member's road with all the windows on the bus open. Not a single one o of the members that had thrown up felt any better. How could they, it 1. was still humid, 2. the road was still bumpy, and worst of all they were all drenched in vomit. It Had to have been the worst ride ever. Hosoek sat in the furthest to the inside, Jimin was still in the middle, and taehyung on the outside of the seat. yoongi was in the back sitting beside jk who was still sleeping. Jin drove the car and namjoon gave him directions on his phone. They were still miles away. Before geting all the members back on the bus namjoon called their manager, namjoon wished he could make the manager's panic go away by saying that they were fine and that they made it on time for their flight, but he'd be lying if he said that. Namjoon had to explain the situation to the manager. The manager was deeply concerned as to how they got into that situation. Namjoon told him everything including his hunch about this being more than just some carsickness. He told them that apart from yoongi none of the members had suspected it, namjoon wants to keep them civilized for as long as he can. The manager explained to him what he need to do now and that any extra help will be sent immediately. Namjoon thanked him and went back inside the car. They hurried out back into the road.

Namjoon POV

Namjoon had a lot of weight on his shoulders. He knew he had Jin, jungkook's, and yoongi's help but for how long? Three members are already sick so fast. was it something they ate or was it something they picked up? regardless, they ate all the same things and share everything from air to beds to food so it was likely that the members have already caught whatever it was they had, they were doomed, namjoon thought. He took the manic mindset and mentally shook it out of his brain. He has to remember what the manager said to do. Namjoon could no longer deny the headache he was feeling and the odd sensation in his stomach is most likely more than stress. but, he's the leader, until he himself drops like a fly he has to keep pushing, he has to keep the members safe. Hitman bang and their manager was counting on him. Starring down at the phone and looking at the small map only made it worse. He was beginning to fear geting a migraine. If he gets a migraine he won't be able to help at all. He tries to relax and minimize the amount of time his eyes are on the screen.

Hoseok Pov

Hoseok's geting nauseous again, the ride had barely started back up. it would have been easier to hold down his nausea if his clothes weren't so filthy, he was trying so hard not to get set off, he tried keeping quiet but would bring his elbow to his mouth. He would gag into his arm. He was feeling so hot and dizzy. Everywhere he looked reminded him of what happened a few moments ago and absolutely nothing on their row was clean, everything was sticky and wet with sick. He was trapped inside. looking out the window didn't help much either.

Yoongi pov

He was nervous, he didn't dare look over to the sickly three. He knew the sight would set him off and he'd rather not be another problem to deal with. He wishes they were just motion sick. They think they are but there not. yoongi already put together the pieces to many members got sick all at once. If they were just motion sick then they'd feel alittle better but he could tell by the sickly moans and whines coming from that row, things weren't much better. In fact, they were much worse. It must be worse for them he thought throwing up everything you've had and then having to ride in sick waiting to see the next gas station, hoping seokjin doesn't pass it the first time. yikes. It wasn't too great on the people outside the middle row. Yoongi stomach was giving him boatloads of trouble, but, he refused to say a word about it, he knew the leader was already under a lot of stress right now. His stomach feels like the food he had is just sitting there undigested. It makes him feel bloated. but the whole bus's demeanor has gone down as well. yoongi suspects that he and the three aren't the only ones feeling nauseous right now. yoongi rubs his stomach. adding a little bit of pressure takes his mind off of the queasiness he's feeling from the sour smell on the bus. He's only allowing himself to rub his own tummy at all because jk is completely knocked out beside him, so he can't really see him do it. Thinking about jk had him thinking. Should not have been up so long playing games last night.

Tae Pov

Taehyung is trying desperately to hold on. No one has noticed yet but his mouth is completely filled with vomit. He tried swallowing it down but it came right back up. He keeps his face away from Jimin and hoseok so he doesn't set them off. His cheeks feel like he could burst but if he puts a hand on his mouth then everyone will suspect something is wrong. he doesn't want to cause any trouble.

Jimin pov

Jimin doesn't quite know what it is but something is terribly wrong with taehyung. He can't quite see his face but he knows he's hiding something. he decides to leave him alone. There's not really much Jimin can do. Jimin definitely doesn't have the energy to do anything right now. he just hopes they get to a gas station soon.

Jungkook Pov

Jungkook felt a soft shake, he slowly opened up his groggy eyes. the car was still moving. but something was off. like there was a big problem but no one was talking or even saying anything about it so with a groggy voice, jk gives yoongi a poke. yoongi is faced the opposite way staring out the window with a hand to his belly. " hyung? What's going on, what's that smell?" Jk watches as yoongi quickly removes his hand from his tummy and makes a sour face at the question. whatever happened here it couldn't have been good jk thought. yoongi explains to jk in a whispered tone. jk moves his ear closer to yoongi's mouth. Once yoongi says what happened jungkook cringes and sits back on the chair. For some reason, jungkook could really imagine what went down, with the smell helping him visualize it as well. He puts a hand on his tummy. Actually, he can visualize it a little too well. Like he could feel how their stomachs felt. being told stuff like that usually didn't get to him but for some reason, he could really feel it in his tummy. his stomach felt weird. Was he motion sick two? hyung must have caught on to how my face was looking and how tight I felt my stomach, I couldn't really help it, I was feeling really bad. " jungkook? are you ok" I heard my hyung say. I couldn't really find an answer. I felt like that time I ate 6 noodle cups and performed on stage, only I haven't eaten anything since earlier.

I just decided to be honest. " I'm not feeling so well hyung" I tried whispering back to yoongi hyung. apparently, I wasn't whispering very well because everyone looked back at me. Even namjoon who was at the very front of the bus. "jungkook?" namjoon says looking back at me." you're awake? you don't look so good..." namjoon is concerned. Was I awake my stomach felt so fuzzy? " oh crap, is all I can muster before throwing up right on the seat in front of me. I can see yoongi hyung cringe and hold his tummy like he was feeling sick too. I must have hit taehyung a little because he lurched forward and threw up on the floor. I tried to block out the awful sound he made when he did so. The bus stopped or slowed down (jk couldn't really tell) taehyungs sick was traveling to the back. His sick hit my boots. That set me off again. I threw up again. the taste was awful. This time I realized in time so I aimed for the floor. The splash sound hitting the floor must have been heard by hoseok who gagged each time my vomit hit the floor. I looked up again this time seeing Jimin crouched down with an arm on his tummy and a hand on his ear trying to block out some of the sounds. I felt another round coming up my throat but I forced it down. I hear whimpering from my side and turn to see that it's yoongi hyung. I've never seen him so panicked before. He looked like he could faint. I wanted to reach over and comfort him but I felt a cramp in my lower abdomen. It hurt so bad I curled in on myself and hugged my tummy. It definitely wasn't nausea.

Yoongi Pov

Everyone was throwing up again, it all happen so fast. Even jungkook. I want to help but I feel sick too. the smell and how loud everyone was was just too much. I was practically frozen. I felt like I'd be sick if I tried to move anyway. I shouldn't have mentioned to jungkook what happened. I should have seen how he felt first. He didn't look well when he first woke up. I didn't know it would set him off though. He was one of the members that had a stronger stomach. Even when he's sick.

Seokjin Pov

I could hear everything from the front. gags, jungkook waking up, splatters of sick hitting the floor and everywhere. Whatever happened to cause all of this? I know the sickly three might still be recovering from motion sickness but I don't really understand why jungkook threw up. I think he set of tae? but I couldn't turn around. The road needed my attention. I turn over to namjoon, I need to know what to do. " Joon what's going on?" " I have no idea" joon answers. " should I pull over?" I ask looking back and forth between him and the road. "no, there's an exit that leads to a close by gas station we should head there instead" joon answered. " but what about the seats there geting sick all over them again." I ask. " The cars already messed up what's another mile," joon says looking at the map. I sighed and turned my head back permanently to the road for the rest of the time being. Now, we have to stay in a sick-filled car for a little longer. I know that sucks for everyone I thought. The smell was kinda geting to my stomach as well. I tried to hold my breath only breathing in every so often, so I wouldn't feel so sick.

Pov Yoongi

yoongi regretted not taking any meds he had them in his bag before the started driving again. He was really feeling it. He knows he's far too late to even try and take some now. He'd just throw it up and feel worse. He also wouldn't know what medicines would help. Usual meds cure several things but the medicines he choose to buy had one main purpose, and he was really good at it. It doesn't even matter now, because he feels too bad to even try to take either. He needs to get out of this car he thinks.

Namjoon Pov

They stood in an empty gas station. Only one other car was there. Namjoon told Jimin, hoseok, and taehyung to go get fresh air and clean up the best they could in the station's bathroom. Namjoon told jungkook to join them when namjoon saw the sick covering his thick boots. That left himself, seokjin, and yoongi to clean up the car. Or so he thought. Yoongi looked bad like he'd thrown up himself but there were no signs of sickness on his clothes. " hyung were you sick?" " no" yoongi answered plainly" " I you feeling ok?" namjoon asked. Now, both Jin and namjoon stared at yoongi waiting for an answer. yoongi looked fidgety, and namjoon could tell his hyung was about to lie like last time. He doesn't understand why though. They both had an understanding that the members are likely sick and not just motion sick. Namjoon suspected that yoongi was feeling sick too. " I'm... fine" yoongi's words staggered a bit namjoon noticed it. " are you sure? because if you are ok we're gonna need your help cleaning up but if you don't think you can stomach it that's fine hyung just says something. Namjoon knew his encouraging words weren't going to help yoongi's just too stubborn. He just hopes yoongi can keep it together. Namjoon could tell by Jin's expression that he could see something was up with yoongi too. Namjoon's sure he probably probed him when he was asking him all those questions before. Nothing to do about it now, right now, they need to clean off the gallons and gallons of sick covering the entirety of the back of the bus.

Namjoon told the two to follow him inside and to grab as many cleaning supplies as they could. Once finished they went back to the car. Jin opened every single window and every door to air out the smell. The three put on gloves and went to work. They scrubbed and wiped everything down, and even disinfect it afterward. Namjoon looked over to yoongi who had stopped cleaning and stepped away from the car. He watched as yoongi pulled his gloves off and walked a wase away. He stopped and put his hands on his hips. Namjoon didn't speak to him. He looked over to jin who was still cleaning and humming a song under his breath. Namjoon looked back over to yoongi. He watched as the other man's frame rose and fell. He could tell he was breathing hard. Namjoon looked back over to Jin. "what?!" Jin shouted. namjoon hushed him and whispered. " look at yoongi. I think he's gonna be sick." namjoon whispers. " it could be the smell geting to him, I know it's making me feel sick" namjoon and Jin look at the small man. his hands were now on his knees, he was still huffing." namjoon was about to convert his attention back to the second youngest hyung when he realized what seokjin said. "wait, how long have you been feeling sick?" namjoon asked. Jin looks off in the distance. ' uhh, I'm not sure but this stuff that's been going on has really been bothering my stomach, it's hard to watch all the younger members throw up so much. well hear since I've been driving" seokjin adds." why do you ask?" jin asks in the curiosity of joons question. Namjoon decided to tell him the truth he needs all the help he can get anyways. " yoongi, won't say it out loud but I think we both think that the others aren't carsick, they think they are but there not. I think we all are gonna come down sick. It's only a matter of time. That's why I asked and that's why yoongi's over there trying not to puke.

"Oh, ok, then what do we do?" jin ask, " The manager said that if I really think everyone's come down sick, we should find somewhere to stay. " we also need to" namjoons whisper voice was interrupted by the sound of sick hitting the concrete. namjoon looked over to see yoongi puking. Namjoon didn't think yoongi would lose the battle to his stomach. he looks like could fall over. joon stops what he's doing, drops his gloves, and walks over to him. he puts a calm hand on his hyungs back. " hyung yo- yoongi lurches forward a large wave of puke hits the ground. namjoon pats his back. At first, he was willing to do anything he could for all of the members, and he still would and will. but watching yoongi throw his whole stomach up onto the concrete made him doubt his stomach's strength. After all those years of muscles, he built to have a stronger stomach, watching Jimin throw up for hours as a rookie because of a bad car ride., helping a sick baby jk, and so on. All those years for his stomach to fail him. Namjoons stomach seized he had to step away from yoongi, he started gagging uncontrollably. Namjoon had to walk completely away from yoongi to get a hold of his own stomach. Once he did he walked back to yoongi, yoongi had finished, and yoongi gave him the evil eye for gagging behind him. namjoon ignored it and asked him if he was ok. yoongi stood up straight. " I'll be fine," he says rubbing his tummy. namjoon rubbed his own tummy, he had a close call and now his stomach was hurting.

Namjoon made yoongi sit for the rest of the time while he and jin handled the cleaning.

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Part 3 coming soon!

#sick!namjoon #sick!jin #sick!yoongi #sick!jungkook #sickhosoek #sick!tae #sick!jimin #sick bts #bts sickfic #ot7cartaker #btssickfic request #bts emeto #tw nausea #tw vomit #tw emetophobia #tw emeto ment #btsscat