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blu-archer · 1 year

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Warmth after Christmas

Caretaker: Jin

Sickie: Yoongi

m/m - fluff

Word count: 4498

*As usual, there might be errors - just vibe with it.*

*Belated Happy New Year everyone! 🥰I hope you're all safe and healthy wherever you are in the world! This was meant to be posted like a week ago in the shadows of Christmas, but I was procrastinating editing. Also, this can be read as stand alone, but I did write it with the characters of a previous fic in mind, which I'll link below. it might suck, it might not... I kind of can't tell anymore, so hopefully you guys enjoy it!!*

Jin heaved up the bags of leftovers, causing the handles to dig into his forearms as he unlocked and opened the front door to his boyfriend’s house. The weather had thankfully let up enough for him to make the journey, not that he expected Yoongi to be awake any time before now. As warm and adorably affectionate as he knows the younger could be, he also knew that Yoongi was most definitively not a morning person and has threatened bodily harm upon being woken too early before.

Not to him of course – or at least not without the dry humor and sass attached to his tone whenever Jin had managed to nudge him awake.

But it was rounding close to 10am and if Yoongi wasn’t awake by now Jin was prepared to face whatever grumpiness that he would find. Right after he dumped half of his leftover Christmas dinner in his boyfriends’ fridge, of course.

“Yoon?” Jin called as he waltzed through the familiar lounge and kitchen. He didn’t get a response other than Holly rushing to welcome him with excited barks and a full body tail wag. “Yoongi, are you awake?”

Silence.

Even Holly seemed to have held his breath in wait of a reply, then proceeded to try to wiggle and jump in Jin’s way for attention when he went to pack everything he’d brought away. it took a bit of reorganizing in Yoongi’s fridge to fit everything, but it was in and his boyfriend would be fed for the rest of the week without having to put any effort into cooking. Then he followed Holly to the master bedroom only to find what he’d thought he’d see.

The clothes worn from the day before was thrown over the back of the chair pushed to the side and Yoongi was curled up into a bundled ball in the center of his bed with only his messy blonde hair and soft snores making an appearance from outside of the dark blankets. Jin reached out to reveal his face but then retreated with a smile. It was getting late into the morning, but Yoongi didn’t often get the chance to sleep in until a ridiculous time, so he’d let him.

Maybe he could cook up a light breakfast, something to pass as a brunch with some tea. Yoongi would surely disapprove of the drink but if Jin played it right maybe he’d finally start brushing healthier habits onto the other.

He winked at Holly, playfully waving his fingers at the dog as he leapt up and curled against his dad, his tail smacking loudly against the comforter. Jin moved back to the kitchen with renowned purpose as he began to work quietly.

Yoongi regretted all his recent life choices.

He knew that he shouldn’t have been roped into the antics of the younger members of their friend group as easily as what he was, but in his defense, none of them could really resist Jungkook’s Bambi eyes – especially when he wanted something. The hours long snowball fight that had rapidly turned into a full-scale war had seemed like a fairly good idea at the time, even Jin had taken a break from the kitchen to help his cousin build little snow ducklings. They’d even spent the afternoon bundled up on the veranda at Jin’s house and watched a fresh layer fall and fill the tracks that they’d made earlier.

It had probably been the most fun Christmas he’d had since his childhood, but the childlike joy that had come with it had quickly worn off when he’d woken up the next day. His body ached with exhaustion before he could even bring himself to open his eyes and his head and throat throbbed in in gentle pulses.

With a low moan he twisted and reached out to the space beside him, seeking a warm body that wasn’t there. Belatedly, he remembered that Soekjin had dropped him off at home after they’d spent the last few hours of the night trying to kick out and carpool their friends out of Jin’s house. Holly had needed to be fed and Jin’s place wasn’t exactly dog friendly, so he had made the decision to kiss his boyfriend goodnight, grinning tiredly into Jin’s soft, whispered prompts of rest and late morning visits. Despite his obvious exhaustion, he’d been excited for Jin to spend some more time alone with him. Now though, he wanted nothing more than to remain buried beneath his blankets and hopefully not have to move a muscle until his body didn’t hate him anymore.

He curled into his pillows and pulled the blankets half over his face to muffle the light that seeped past his curtains. Vaguely Holly could be heard puttering around the house, but the sounds were as if he was submerged in water.

A noise startled Jin from his cooking, so much so he had almost knocked over his tea when he’d spun around. The noise, as it turned out, had been a soft cough and the shuffling entry of his boyfriend – barefooted and rumpled with sleep while Holly padded around at his feet, watching him with large hopeful eyes that could only be asking for attention. Unfortunately for Holly, it seemed like his owner wouldn’t have been able to focus on anything that wasn’t a bed in that moment.

“Are you still asleep?” Jin held out his tea for the other to sip on to gain some awareness before turning back to the stove.

Yoongi squinted at the coffee mug extended towards him, then up at Jin’s face. His lips pursed into a tired pout.

“Yoongi… Are you sleepwalking? Because I read somewhere that I shouldn’t touch a person that’s sleepwalking, but wouldn’t it be bad to leave them be? What if you hurt yourself? How else would I wake you up?”

“I’m awake.” He murmured with the subtlest of smiles, slowly grasping the cup which most definitely did not have coffee in it. Much to his displeasure. “I just didn’t expect to see you here. We spent all of yesterday together, so I thought…”

Jin paused in his cooking, just for a moment, considering the words. He hadn’t seen a problem with coming over, but Yoongi did value his isolation after being around too many people. Maybe he should have messaged first… “I can leave if you want some time to yourself?” He responded with a smile, trying not to cave into the doubt that was beginning to grow as he turned back to the stove. “Just let me finish up with this breakfast really quick and then- oh.”

Warmth enveloped him as Yoongi slid into his space, resting his weight against Jin’s side until the elder wrapped his arms around him. The drink in Yoongi’s hand uncomfortably hot as it pressed into his stomach.

“Don’t leave.” Yoongi spoke hoarsely against the material of Jin’s shirt. “I’m so tired, but I don’t want you to leave. I just thought- I don’t know. You’d go with your cousins to see your family or something.”

That at least eased the disheartenment in Jin’s chest. He lowered the heat under his pans and then pulled Yoongi in closer, tight enough to almost take the younger off his feet, then pressed a kiss to his forehead. He did it again when he got the satisfaction of watching Yoongi shyly twist his face towards the ground, cheeks pink and smile gradually growing.

“You’re family too.” And that was all the answer needed. “I was being serious about you being asleep though.” Jin moved to grab one of the dining chairs from the table just outside of the kitchen and gestured for Yoongi to sit while he continued cooking breakfast. “Did you rest after I dropped you off last night? You look more…”

“Bleh than usual?” Yoongi interrupted as he collapsed into the seat.

Jin shrugged. ‘bleh’ wasn’t usually something he’d use as an adjective for his boyfriend, but it did seem kind of fitting for the occasion.

Yoongi ran a hand through his hair. Rumpling it further from its sleep messed state. There was one tuft that seemed dead set on standing determinedly vertical, but it only made the soft, sleepy vibe Yoongi was emitting more endearing. “I think I’ve got a cold. Or getting one. It’s nothing serious, just a few aches so far. I’m mostly just tired.”

The heat was promptly flipped off. “We probably shouldn’t have been in the snow for as long as we were yesterday, huh?” There was only a hum of agreement. “Well, I have no qualms about dealing with a sleepy Yoonie. As long as you don’t drool on me.” Jin teased, knowing that Yoongi would probably withdraw if he came across as too concerned.

He had to bite his lip to keep from giggling about the soft pink that seemed to fill Yoongi’s cheeks once more. Despite his tired appearance, Jin couldn’t help but swoon inwardly at how Yoongi shifted shyly with a soft smile, drowning in loose flannel pajama’s that seemed a size or two too big and hugging the mug of tea that Jin had given him close to his neck, embracing the soothing warmth from the mug rather than the tea itself.

“Drink that.” Jin said with a pointed look, finally finishing off their food and pulling out bowls to dish into. “It’s herbal, one of Tae’s.”

“In other words, the least caffeinated thing one could possibly consume in my house.” Yoongi muttered with a disgusted frown towards the steaming liquid.

“Don’t be dramatic. It’s good for you.”

Yoongi hummed, taking a small sip to appease the other but still shooting an exhausted, longing glance towards his coffee machine.

Jin had been halfway through a battle match that he was already losing when Yoongi stirred. He hadn’t noticed at first, the man tended to shift in his sleep, but it was a definite confirmation when Yoongi hurriedly twisted from Jin’s lap and into his elbow with a deep sneeze. Then another that seemed to tear just as deeply from his throat and left him muffling painful never-ending coughs as Jin rubbed his back gently – not even watching his character crumple in defeat on the screen as he kept a strong grip on his boyfriends’ arm to keep him from falling from the couch.

Yoongi’s nose was definitely dripping, he could feel it on his lip as he sniffled to keep it at bay. Yet it left him with itchy hitching breaths that seemed to only transpire into agonizing empty threats. He couldn’t even bring himself to open his eyes yet in fear that the lights might make the frustrating sensation any worse.

Jin ran his hand through Yoongi’s tangled hair, the younger still hidden into his arm as if waiting for more to come. There wasn’t any heat coming off him, and he wasn’t sweating or complaining of chills, so at least Jin didn’t have to help ease any fevers. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had really looked after someone that was ill besides himself, and even then, his self-care wasn’t that great, so he really hoped that whatever Yoongi had seemed to catch wasn’t going to get worse. Or else Jin was going to have to start relying on the internet and calls to his mom, the latter being mildly embarrassing considering he’d lived alone for a while now and was probably expected to know basic health care. He honestly wasn’t as good at the whole care taking thing as Yoongi was, but he would at least be present and helpful in small things. He could at least manage that with ease, and hopefully that was enough.

He scratched soft and slow at Yoongi’s scalp, gently easing him back into cushions of the couch. There wasn’t much resistance, just the youngers body welcoming the least amount of effort and relying on gravity and momentum to move. It didn’t stop the soft moaning sigh to escape him as he finally lowered his arm and looked up at Jin pitifully.

“You look like you need a nap.” Jin teased, setting his controller aside and leaning into Yoongi’s warmth. “Your eyebags are starting to show.”

Yoongi moaned again, letting his head fall back.

Jin had a suspicion the reaction was entirely catered towards him with how he was lightly shoved in the arm, so at least his boyfriend still had some semblance of personality despite spending the last few hours practically comatose.

“I can’t – h’eSHH’uh..” Jin started as Yoongi hastily snapped forward, pressing his hand to his face. “Hih’he’EH-IKSHEW! H’EKSHHEW!” He sniffled wetly, swiping a sleeved wrist under his nose with a grimace. “Sorry… I cad’t sleep.”

“Maybe it’s the couch?”

Yoongi sniffled uselessly – Jin could very much see the peeking of liquid under his boyfriend’s nose, although Yoongi probably didn’t even care at this point. “Id’s ndot the couch.” He stated tiredly, closing his eyes until he belatedly raised his fist to cough into. “Please ged bme something to blow bmy dose.”

“Tissues. Coming right up.”

He disappeared to the bedroom to see if there were tissues hidden away in Yoongi’s wardrobe – he had once admitted that he kept a higher quality stash there for himself and , quote unquote, ‘people that he felt deserved them’, but it seemed like he must not have had the chance to restock after the last time they were used since there were only a few left in the open box.

Jin grabbed it anyway and then stopped in the bathroom to snatch a roll of toilet paper just in case. It would be rough on the poor man’s already rubbed red nose, but it would have to do.

“You’re almost out, but I can run to the store later?” Jin settled into his seat once more, watching with concern as Yoongi immediately raised a hand to cover his hitching breaths. The other slipping into the open tissue box and pulling out a few that he brought up to his face, faltering with a frown as his hitching froze until a sneeze tore out from him, the mess thankfully being caught behind his shield of tissues.

“Bless you love.” Jin said softly, rubbing small circles into Yoongi’s thigh when he heard the hoarse ‘ow’ before Yoongi tried to clear his sinuses. “Thinking about it now, the stores close early today. If they’re open at all. I can run out now and get some stuff for you if you want? It should still be early enough.”

Yoongi shook his head, dropping the used tissues onto the center coffee table before grabbing a fresh one to hold in his grasp as he adjusted to settle further into Jin’s side – eventually resting forehead into the curve of Jin’s neck, hot breath hitting his collar bone.

“Just leave it. I have some medicine lying around,” he coughed, quick to try muffle it into his tissue. “If I run out or can’t find any, I’ll just ask my neighbor’s if they have anything to spare.”

That was good enough for him. Jin wrapped his arms around Yoongi, pulling him closer until he was comfortably on his lap – face still persistently buried into his neck.

After a few moments Jin teasingly asked, “Are you comfortable? Am I the Body pillow of your dreams?”

“Mmm.” Yoongi hummed, setting a gentle kiss just below Jin’s jaw. “The best body pillow.”

Jin grinned, having expected blatant denial. “Really? The most comfortable? The best scented? Most good-looking?”

Yoongi scoffed, pulling away just enough to be able to meet Jin’s eyes while remaining comfortable against him. “Well I can’t really smell you right now, my nose is stuffy.”

“I smell amazing.” Jin reassured, filling with mirth as he heard Yoongi’s laughter. It was hoarse and kind of crackly, but it radiated a warmth that anyone would be addicted to. “It should not surprise you.”

“Of course,” Yoongi yawned, but tried to grin through it. “How foolish of me to think otherwise. Forgive me.”

Jin pecked a kiss to Yoongi’s lips, smiling as his boyfriends’ humor bled into astonishment. “Forgiven. Now, maybe we should go to the bedroom so you can get rest. I’ll look for some Nyquil and maybe that will help you to fall asleep without this nose bothering you too much.”

“You- You can’t kiss me, you idiot!” Yoongi frowned as his boyfriend broke into a low chuckle. “And you’ll get bored in the room … I want to stay with you.”

“I won’t get bored. I’ll grab your laptop and find a series or something to watch while you sleep, or who knows, I might just fall asleep as well. Yesterday was really draining with everyone and the thought of sleeping next to you is actually quite appealing right now.”

Yoongi flushed and Jin took the opportunity to kiss him again, smirking at how Yoongi hadn’t pulled away but still mumbled soft complaints.

“Let me kiss you. You deserve to be kissed. Plus, I’m probably going to get sick either way if I’m spending all this time with you.” Jin reached over to place the practically empty tissue box and toilet roll in Yoongi’s lap before he slipped his hands under his legs and behind his back, lifting a startled Yoongi into his arms as he stood up. “We may as well embrace it, Yoon’s.”

“You’re such a pain.” Yoongi sighed not without content, turning to bury his face into Jin’s shoulder as he was carried through his home. Jin had a point anyway, he was breathing his germs all over the place already, it was up to Jin’s immune system to save him now.

“Do you want to grab your medicine?” Jin stopped, readjusting him in his grip with a gentle hop. “Where do you keep that?”

“Kitchen. Should be in a shelf by the fridge if I have any.”

He changed course to the kitchen.

Thankfully it did seem that Yoongi had bought medicine recently, probably for one of their colleagues at work – the chef was known to carry an emergency kit of multiple over the counter medications in case of emergencies, especially with the waiting staff who seemed to be more prone to illness than anyone else at the restaurant.

So, he maneuvered Yoongi as close as possible so that the man could reach the bottle that he needed along with a hastily half-filled glass of water – because while Jin did frequently gym and Yoongi wasn’t that heavy, his arms were screaming at him just a little bit at this point and he didn’t want to accidentally drop his boyfriend, especially when he was already sick.

Once he was in the bedroom he set Yoongi on the unmade bed, careful not to make him spill yet failing as Yoongi tsked and gave him a halfhearted glare when some of the water was somehow jostled up from the glass and onto his pajamas.

“Sorry, let me just get some air flow in here quick.” Jin smoothed down an endearingly wild tuft of Yoongi’s hair. “Get comfortable so long.”

He moved to a set of large windows along the right wall of the room and pushed them open a little bit, just enough for a chilled breeze to gradually push in, even though he could hear Yoongi whining about it as he tried to unnecessarily make his bed neater. The room was a spacious, yet cozy area filled with neutral tones, dominantly black, except for the bright pink and purple fluffy carpet that he had bought for Yoongi on his last birthday which he was like 80% sure Yoongi hated but would never get rid of it even though Jin said that he could if he wanted to. Despite it being quite big, definitely larger than his own bedroom, it did tend to get a bit stuffy sometimes and he was pretty sure that wasn’t a good sick person environment. Was it currently freezing outside? Sure. The weather had taken a turn once again and a new layer of snow was being thickly blanketed on the world outside, but he will just keep Yoongi warm inside along with having fresh air.

“You can borrow some more comfortable clothes if you want.” Yoongi rubbed at his nose and pulled the blankets over him as he watched Jin from his seat in bed. Everything that he’d been carrying before was set haphazardly on his bedside table.

Jin found some of his own clothes that had either been stolen or left behind from the last time he was there and changed before there was any drastic change to the temperature in the room, then slipped beneath the covers next to Yoongi.

“It’s cold in here now.”

“It’s fresh air.” Jin poked Yoongi in the side, reaching across him to get the medicine. “Do you want to take it now?”

“Nah.” Yoongi sniffed, staring at the bottle in contemplation then shook his head firmly. “Nah, lets watch a movie. Sick day movie marathon that I will probably fall asleep to, but I want to try anyway.” He reached into his bedside table, a bit awkwardly with the angle, and found his laptop to pull up something to watch.

Jin smiled as Yoongi setup the laptop in between them with enough space that they could still kind of curl into each other, then clicked on the first thing he saw that seemed moderately decent.

“’The Holiday’?”

“It’s a good movie.” He rubbed at his nose, reaching for a tissue to blow it. “Seemed appropriate. Christmas stuff. Family.”

“I suppose it is. Kind of. I – Bless you.” He slipped one arm behind Yoongi’s shoulders as the younger pitched forward with a sharp, sudden sneeze. “I just realized that we’ve been dating over a year now, it feels like so much longer than that.”

Yoongi wiped his nose hesitantly, swopping his used tissue for the toilet roll to hug close to his chest as support. “We’ve been friends for years, Hyung. I didn’t even reali-ih’ heh’ECHHew! HE’IKCHH’uh! Ow. Oh mby god. Jusd end bme.” He coughed deeply, sounding worse than before with an increasing dampness in his chest.

Jin reached out to unroll a few sheets of the roll for Yoongi, narrowly missing being sneezed on, much to Yoongi’s embarrassment.

“Here, blow your nose again.” He pressed the paper over Yoongi’s cupped hand, holding it there until Yoongi took it himself and coughed into it before clearing some of his congestion. “I think you should take your medicine now rather. We can watch the movie later again if you fall asleep now, I just… I don’t know how I’m supposed to help exactly. I’m not as good as you at taking care of people, so please don’t fight me on this.” He spoke with a tender yet unsure voice that had Yoongi watching him carefully while cleaning himself up. “I just don’t want you to get worse…”

Yoongi cleared his throat, then sighed and sunk down into his pillows with his body still facing Jin. “Fine, I’ll take it now and then we watch the movie. But if I fall asleep and drool on you, you can’t complain about it. Understand?”

Jin grinned, leaning to kiss at Yoongi’s hairline. “I look forward to it.”

Yoongi lasted until just after the halfway point, although Jin gives him points for trying. He’d been yawning so much 10 minutes in that Jin had thought he wouldn’t have lasted two minutes longer. The room had darkened with both the afternoon light pairing with the heavy cloud coverage outside and they had piled blankets on to shield them from the cold. Yoongi’s breath still sounded a bit short, and Jin could feel him mouth breathing against where he had curled into his chest, but the rest of his symptoms had been minimal besides him needing to blow his nose more often.

There wasn’t much point in switching to a new movie, he hadn’t really paid attention to the last one, so he shut off the laptop and gently untangled himself from his sleeping boyfriend and packed the laptop away, careful to not to make to much noise or movement even if it was a fact the Yoongi could sleep like the dead.

Jin grabbed the now empty glass beside Yoongi and left to the kitchen to refill it. Holly bounded into him, his fur and jersey were slightly damp, probably having used the built-in doggy door to go outside but the cold didn’t seem to have lowered his spirits in the least.

“Do you want some food, baby? Come, lets get you some food. Your Appa isn’t feeling well enough to get up and feed you right now, so you’ll have to deal with some ordinary dog food tonight.”

Jin picked Holly up, embracing the frantic tongue licks before the dog eased calmly in his arms. There was something peaceful about how quiet, yet homey Yoongi’s home felt as he dished out some dog food – sliding on a few slices of meat from the Christmas leftovers he’d brought after Holly had seen him dish up some for himself.

After eating he moved around to clean up the couch from earlier, turning off the game he had completely forgotten about and picking up the stranded used tissues to throw away. He then washed and dried all the dishes he’d made that morning before taking two glasses of water back to the bedroom. Holly followed lazily behind him until he realized Yoongi was asleep, only too eager to race ahead onto the bed to climb on top of him.

“That man has way too much patience for you.” Jin chuckled, putting down the glasses then moving to close the windows a bit more since it had gotten a bit too chilly in the room now and slid the curtains shut. Climbing back into bed felt just has domestically peaceful as walking around the empty house had felt, this time the room was filled with the quiet sounds of Yoongi’s snores which had begun to falter as Holly jumped and rolled over him. “You are honestly a menace.” Jin whispered, taking a moment to pick Holly up and slip him under the covers as if to restrain him before he himself curled around Yoongi once more.

He closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of Yoongi’s shampoo – some type of coconut scent – as Yoongi crept closer to his chest. Jin would never actually mention it to him as anything other than a joke, but he smiled at the small speck of drool slipping from the corner of his mouth, no doubt that it would soon be on him just like predicted.

He pressed one final kiss to Yoongi’s forehead before he let his body fall into his growing sleepiness, whispering a tender goodnight into messy hair and then embracing just one more act of domesticity, pulling Yoongi tighter against him, which kept him warmer than any blanket could.

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min-yunki-agustd · 2 years

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Day 10 Sicktober

Clingy

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

Sickie: yoons

caretaker: Tae

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

Word count: 2k+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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soft-for-yoongi · 5 months

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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."

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crystalsnow95z · 20 days

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your allergy fics are so good! would you be able to write one with jungkook? any caretaker, with jungkook coming into contact with something he's terribly allergic to but he wants to enjoy (like a bouquet of flowers or a cute kitten idk) and it sets him off sneezing a ton, with a super itchy nose. thank you!

I have plenty of mostly finished projects, but I can't bring myself to post them, so I keep working on new ones, and after months, I finally made one I like!

"Jaykay...Jungkook-ah.. wake up.. we're landing.." Hoseok shakes the mankae when his gentle approach doesn't work. "Jaykay your face is so puffy.." Hoseok smiles fondly, grabbing Jungkook's face and smooshing his face in between his fingers.

Jungkook moans in complaint, his eyes fluttering open to look at Hoseok. "Hyung..what time is it?" he grabs Hoseok's wrist to get him to stop attacking his cheeks, rubbing at his eyes. "It's morning still?"

"It is..Good morning Junggukkie." Hoseok smiles, feeling pride in successfully getting him to start moving. "It's because of the time difference. Remember?"

Jungkook studies his surroundings perplexed before his eyes widen with recognition when the sleep that fogged his memory dissipates, replaced with excitement. "Oh! I know! We're filming a music video!I'm so excited! We're going to be filming by a real waterfall and going to a garden with hundreds of different flowers and we're going to work with birds!" The memory of the meeting floods over him.

"We're going to get amazing photos. I wonder if we'll get to see a real toucan." Taehyung adds in his own excitement, leaning forward to talk to Jungkook.

"Toucan? Do you really think we can see a real one? I've seen videos of them and they don't look real." Hoseok adds in.

"Everyone, please return to your seats and buckle up." The boys hear the announcement, gathering up their things.

"Namjoon-ah do you have everything?" Yoongi asks, placing his tablet into his bag.

"Of course. You gifted me a holder for my passport after that incident in japan.." Namjoon pulls out the passport that was tucked into his shirt.

"That's because we almost couldn't perform.. you're lucky that man found it in the bathroom for you.. What about your headphones?"

Namjoon opens his airpod case, ears reddening when he sees there's only one inside, feeling around his seat until he finds it. "You knew i lost one didn't you hyung.."

"It fell out when you were sleeping." Yoongi smiles, then gasps in surprise when the turbulence hits, clutching onto the armrest, his stomach churning uncomfortably.

"You okay Yoongi?" Jin asks, taking out his headphones when he feels Yoongi's hand brush against his arm.

"I'm okay, my stomach just fluttered.." Yoongi swallows the saliva that filled his mouth, taking a deep breath. "It'll pass.."

"We're almost on the ground, and we'll have a few hours to rest." Jin reassures the daegu rapper, taking his hand.

"Thanks hyungie.." Yoongi speaks softly, squeezing Jin's hand.

"You don't have to thank me. Just take it easy until the shoot okay?" Jin gently runs his thumb across Yoongi's knuckles.

"We landed!" Jungkook says excitedly, unbuckling himself, but Hoseok puts his hand on Jungkook's thigh.

"Let's wait a bit to get off Kook-ah." Hoseok orders gently side eyeing Yoongi, who still hadn't regained the color in his cheeks.

"Yes hyung..." Jungkook settles back in, eyes sparkling. It doesn't matter if I have to wait. I'll be able to film with the birds and see the waterfall and take pretty photos for army.

"Is everyone finished changing?" Namjoon asks, looking over his team, frowning when he notices Jungkook's darker outfit in comparison to everyone else's vibrant colors."Jungkook, that's the wrong outfit..that's for the garden shoot.."

"Aish..I'm sorry Hyung.." Jungkook quickly starts stripping to switch outfits. "Everything looks so pretty from the carride and the hotel view..I got excited.." he casts his eyes down guiltily. I'm not some teenager anymore.. I need to concentrate and not make such rookie mistakes.. I should've noticed I didn't match..

"It's okay, just pay attention from now on, alright? We need to focus on filming. We only have so much daylight with outside shoots." Namjoon rubs Jungkook's back, helping him get changed to make it quicker.

"I'll pay attention from now on.." Jungkook promises shyly looking away from Namjoon. After switching to match the others in the mankae line, the seven boys leave the dressing room, Jungkook fighting the urge to run towards the sound of the waterfall.

Hoseok and Jimin links arms with Jungkook, keeping him at pace with the others. "Calm down Jaykay you don't want to risk getting hurt on this uneven ground before we even get there." Hoseok scolds him gently, leading him around a tree root.

"I'll be careful, sorry hyung.." Jungkook watches his feet carefully stepping over branches and stones that made it on the path. Taehyung and Namjoon walk ahead of them, taking photos of the scenery in front of them. "Why can't I run free with Rapmonie hyung and Taehyungie-hyungie?"

"What? You don't want to walk with me?" Jimin pouts, letting go of Jungkook. "Fine, go play with them."

"I didn't mean it like that Jimin-shii.. I just wanted to go ahead too.." Jungkook relinks his arm with Jimin pulling him and Hoseok to walk ahead with the others.

"Look Hyung! That tree.. it's filled with birds." Jungkook points our, his voice scaring the birds into fleeing in several directions.

"Kook-ah you scared them away." Namjoon frowns, watching them go with disappointment.

"I'm sor..ah..ah.." Jungkook puts his hand over his nose with an itch forms, breath hitching. "Ah..heygifh!"

"[Bless you]" Jimin speaks in English. "You okay? Not catching a cold are you? You did sleep the whole plane ride.."

"No, no I'm okay..my nose just had a bad itch.."Jungkook sniffles, wiping his nose with the side of his hand. "A feather must've tickled my nose or something..I haven't felt sick today."

"I can see the waterfall!" Jin announces, everyone looking forward, trying to spot it through the trees.

"Oh wow, it's bigger than I thought it would be.." Yoongi's eyes widen when he sees it, the boys rushing to get closer.

Jungkook bends down to take a photo of a cluster of flowers,trying to ignore the itch that annoyed the tip of his nose.

"Don't get too close to the water, Jungkook-ah. You need to stay dry for the shoot."

"I won't hyung..I'm just looking at the flowers.." Jungkook's breath hitches when another sneeze builds up, but he gently rubs it away. I can't be getting sick now.. we're spending four days in a tropical paradise.

"Did you get water in your nose Gukkie?" Taehyung asks when he approaches Jungkook, the younger jumping when he sees Taehyung next to him.

"Aish, Hyung you scared me.. I didn't hear you coming over the water. I don't know what's wrong with me, but .ah..agh..heh'ticgish!" Jungkook quickly covers his face, Taehyung grabbing the back of his shirt to keep him balanced. "Ugh. Thanks Taehyungie-hyung. I was fine earlier..I don't know why I'm sneezing all of a sudden.."

"Maybe it's all the flowers.. maybe you should take some medicine just in case.." Taehyung suggests, pulling Jungkook away from them.

"But I want to get some good shots for Army to see." Jungkook whines, but makes no attempt to pull away.

"We have to work now. We can take photos together later, and I can take photos for you if you can't get close." Taehyung promises leading him back to the others. "Is there any way we can get allergy medicine for Jungkook? His nose is getting red and stuffy.."

"I'm sorry, but we would have to go back to the resort for that.. I'll send someone to go get some. Do you think you can film until then Jungkook-sii?" The manager asks.

"Yes, I'll be okay. It's not that bad. It's just an annoyance.. I can still film.." Jungkook replies politely.

A female staff member digs in her purse, handing him a small packet of tissues. "Here Jungkook. Blowing your nose might help."

"Thanks Noona.." he bows, turning away from the others to try to clear his nose of the clear goo. "That's much better.."

As soon as the seven members get their makeup redone and the director gives them their directions, the boys get right to work going through the scenes and choreography.

"Jimin-ah..you weren't looking in the same direction as the others and you led on the wrong foot.." Hoseok scolds him when they were reviewing the clips, noticing Jimin was looking at Jungkook who couldn't stop sniffling, fighting off the urge to sneeze.

"I'm sorry.. can we do it one more time? I'll get it right this time." Jimin bows in apology to his members, looking at Jungkook when he does it. Jungkookie looks uncomfortable..I need to get it right the first time so he can get some time to rest.

Jungkook tries to hold back another sneeze when he sees Jimin's worried gaze staring back at him, but Jimin could see his nose twitching as the itch builds up.

"Noona will be back soon.." Jimin gently uses his thumb to wipe the tear that formed in Jungkook's tear duct. "You don't have to be tough for us, okay?"

"I'm not crying..my eyes are just watering because of my allergies.." Jungkook sniffles. "I'm okay..it's just irrita..ah..itdgitch! Heh'itchu!"

"Bless you.." Hoseok frowns, hugging Jungkook from behind. "My poor baby.."

"Jungkook-sii I got..you the medicine." The staff member who ran to the resort calls to him, out of breath from running back.

Taehyung rushes over to get the medicine from her, popping the blister pack to get the round pink pill for Jungkook, bringing it back to him. "Here Jungkookie, I got it."

"Thanks Hyung." Jungkook swallows the pill Taehyung gives him, Jimin getting him water to help it go down quicker. "Let's do the shoot again."

"You don't want time for it to kick in?” Jin asks, fretting over the youngest.

Jungkook shakes his head."No, I already got us behind schedule with all the touch ups.. I can do it.."

Jungkook and Taehyung rush ahead of the other members despite the older members calling to them,unable to hear them over the sound of the birds.

"Oh wow.. it's so pretty!" Jungkook's pupils take over his irises, his eyes becoming to round black discs, taking in the special guests for their music video. "Oh wow..This one's purple..I never seen a purple bird before!'

"This is [purple honeycreeper.] This one rescue. I thought he would be perfect for you ." The bird handler smiles when he sees the boys look surprised at his Korean skills.

"[Purple honeycreeper..]" Jungkook repeats the name in English. "[What's bird name?]"

"[Ah, right introductions...] I'm Gary and this bird here is Viola."

"Can I touch?" Jungkook asks, ignoring his body's warning. The medicine helped him yesterday, but at the moment he felt just as bad as he did the first day they were filming.

"Hold out finger." Gary tells him, showing Taehyung what to do by getting Viola to go on his finger. "[Step up Viola.]" He gives the command, letting her climb onto his finger.

The other members catch up, taking in the sights of the colorful birds surrounding them.

Jungkook holds his to Viola, gasping when he feels the bird use its beak to balance herself while she climbs onto his finger. "Look Hyung..i'm holding a bird!" Jungkook sniffles, turning to the man. "Can i pet?"

"As long as you only touch her head and neck." Gary gently ordered.

"You can't touch a bird anywhere else or it will think you want to mate." Yoongi tells Jungkook.

Jungkook turns to the handler, who blushes."Ah, that's true. It.. excites them if you touch its wings or chest too much.."

Jungkook nods, gently touching Viola's head, gently ruffling the feathers. Oh no.. not now..

Jungkook quickly places his hand on Taehyung's shoulder, hoping the bird would have a safe escape from the sneezes he could feel coming despite his efforts to hold them back. "Heh'heh..heygifh! Heh'itchu! Higtcvhsgh!"

Viola screeches, flapping her wings in fear jumping off of Jungkook's hand and jumping onto Taehyung's head, trying to get farther from the sound that startled her.

The other birds go into panic at the sound of viola, Hoseok clinging to Namjoon when they take flight.

Jungkook covers his face,trying to muffle the sound, but when the birds take flight the feeling only worsens. "Hehtichih!"

"[Woah, Woah. It's okay Viola.. it's okay..]" Taehyung tries to speak English for the frightened bird, Gary trying to calm his other pets down.

"Somethings wrong you need to get away.." Jin starts leading Jungkook away from the chaos, his heart racing in fear.

I can't breathe..I need to calm down..

Jungkook staggered away from the others, Jin keeping a tight grip on the mankae"Woah Jungkook I got you.."

"Heh..hehitxgh! Heh'itchu! Hey'itchi!" Jungkook let out another flurry of sneezes, holding Jin tightly. It wasn't the flowers..

"Here Jungkookie, look at me.." Jin gently leads his chin up, taking a nasal spray from the bag he was given as an accessory. "I got this just in case.."

"Thanks hyung.." Jungkook sniffles, taking it from Jin. "Heh'itchii! Hey'itchi!" He sneezes as soon as he puts it near his nose only amplifying the itch that plagued his sinuses.

"Here let hyung do it." Jin gently grabs Jungkook's chin, tilting his head upwards. "Try to sit still for me. I'll make it quick..okay?"

Jungkook nods, holding his breath to try to avoid sneezing on Jin as he swiftly sprays the medicine into one nostril than the other.

"Hei' etfhitch! Heh'itchu!" Jungkook's eyes water as he sneezes. "I'm sorry Hyung.."

"It's okay baby.. I know you aren't feeling well." Jin rubs the back of Jungkook's neck. "I think your allergic to birds Jungkookie.."

"I was around birds before..I was fine.." Jungkook sniffles, rubbing at his nose to try to ease the itch that threatened to cause more sneezes to erupt from him.

"You can develop new allergies Kook-ah.. I know how excited you were to play with them, but outside of filming I think you should avoid them." Jin tells him solemnly.

Yoongi goes up to them with a small packet of tissues,giving it to Jungkook. "They got the birds under control, but they want to give them time to fully calm down."

"That's good. I was worried I ruined the...heh..heh.." Jungkook felt the sneeze building, but it was only a false start. "Ruined the music shoot.." he finishes, his voice coming out as a nasally whisper, trying to clear his nose to see if that would ease the discomfort that was making him miserable.

"It's not your fault, Jungkookie. We could always make changes. What's important is that you don't suffer for the shoot. Even if you push through it, army will be able to see how much you're suffering." Yoongi puts his arm around Jungkook, pulling him close.

"I'll go get the others so we can see what our next move is. We'll figure this out together, okay Kookie?" Jin leaves to the filming site.

"Hyung I really wanted to play with the birds.." Jungkook sighs, knowing that all the members would agree with Jin.

"I know. Life sucks.. now you and Jiminie can suffer together." Yoongi teases him lightly, getting a small smile out of Jungkook.

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sickonthedancefloor · 29 days

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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

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asoftepiloguemylove · 10 months

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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

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orchidyoonkook · 9 months

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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

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sicjimin · 4 months

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— Fever Weather —

a.n : hi! i just discovered that tumblr wont let me edit my answer as a draft soooo i messed things up and can't put the story as an answer .. i hope you see this, anon ! as always im sorry for taking sooooo long and i hope i can fulfill your expectation about this request. And im sorry i can't put all of ot6 as the caretaker .. thats a lot of people but im trying my best 🥲 i hope you guys like it !

tw: emeto

"Hyung .. are you okay? Do you need help?", he asks cautiously towards the oldest, that earlier has been cooking for their dinner in the kitchen. He looks tired—way too tired for someone that's just done cooking. If he looks closely, he even get to see beads of sweat forming around his forehead, dampening his already long dark brown locks. No—Jimin didn't actually need to assess that much, because there's an obvious one.

Jimin cocked his eyebrows as someone plops on the couch beside him, and the crease between his eyebrows getting deeper as he take a good look of his hyung.

Jin is wearing a quiet thick hoodie. While cooking. And it's not winter.

"Mhm .. i'm done with the cooking", Jin mumbles, not even moving from his position to talk to the younger. His eyes closed—burried under his arms that he thrown accross his face. "I just .. need to sit down. I'm tired"

Jimin hums, slowly closing his phone and put it on the table. He scoots closer. His hyung is definitely not looking good. "Are you feeling okay hyung?", he asks once again, but it's getting the same result—a low hum. "If you're tired, you can rest in your room hyung. The others still taking their time to arrive", he shrugs, leaning against the couch.

Jin perks up at that, before pushing himself up, "Mhm, i'm going to sleep for a minute .. call me when they arrived?"

"Sure hyung, sleep well", Jimin bids his goodbye as the older retreats up to his room. When he hears a soft click from his room, he opens his phone again. Brushing any thoughts that something is up with Jin—maybe he's really tired. They did a lot today if he digs it. Or maybe today is just one of his hyung's bad days ; everyone has it once in awhile.

Jimin shrugs, decides to let the older take as much moment of peace as he can before other 5 persons filling their space again.

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"Where's Jin hyung?", Taehyung asks, as five of them starts hovering around the kitchen. They all arrived one by one an hour ago. All of them—except Jimin—still damp from shower and visibly hungry. Jimin perks up from the plate that he's setting on the table. "Oh, hyung is sleeping", he realizes, "Kook-ah, can you wake hyung up?"

"I will do it", Yoongi chimes in from the living room before the youngest can answer.

"Thank you hyung!"

If Yoongi can feel Namjoon and Hobi's knowing gaze and quiet snickers burning holes into his skull as he trudges upstairs, Yoongi gonna pretend it doesn't make his cheeks blasting a faint red.

"Hyung?", Yoongi knocks when he arrived at the door beside his room. It's silent.

"Hyung? Wake up", Yoongi tries again, "It's time for dinner, everyone is waiting hyung"

Silence.

Yoongi frowns. Seokjin is a light sleeper, so there's no way he doesn't wake up after 10 knocks straight on his wooden door. "Hyung?"

Additional 5 knocks, and he still meet with silence. Yoongi pushes his ear on the door—trying to detect any slightest hint of life there, but he meets with nothing. Not even the sound of air conditioner.

He frowns. Is Jimin messing up with him? What if Jin actually going somewhere and not in his room?

Yoongi sighs, knocking the door again, "Hyung? Are you there? Wake up", still silent, "Ah fuck it", he mumbles before turning the knob, "I'm going in hyung, you better not doing anythi—hyung?"

Yoongi grunts caught up on his throat as he meet with a pitch black room. It's quite warm in here as the air conditioner isn't on and the window definitely locked. But what surprised him the most is a big lump on the bed, that emmiting a low groan and shivers.

Yoongi quick on his feet, turning on the light—gaining an even louder groan as the lump moves, curling himself small. "Hyung .. are you okay?", he rushes to the bed, and tugging the blanket that engulfing the oldest up to the tip of his hair down.

"Fuck", he curses under his breath, as he sees Jin shivering—teeth clattering, his lips chapped, and his cheeks flushed. He's sweating under the thick blanket and hoodie—but he still looks cold as he tries to tug the blanket up again, "Hyung .. you have a fever. Gosh .. why don't you tell one of us if you're sick?", Yoongi rambles as his adrenaline spiked.

Jin groans at the sudden exposure to the cold and bright world. He's cold. Extremely cold. And his head hurts. "Cold ..", he groans, trying to tug the blanket up again and curls inside it until he feels better. "No shit you're burning up"

He hears someone grumbling. Jin wants to open his eyes and chatters whoever decided to turn on the light and peel the blanket away from him, but his eyes feels like it's weight a ton—he's too tired to do so. "Mhm ..", he mumbles instead, hoping that it would come accross as his protest. He hears someone pacing around before it's quiet again, and there's nothing holding his blanket down. So Jin takes the opportunity to hides himself again, his knees going up curling against his chest—trying to make himself as small as possible as everything hurts for him.

He feels awful. He knows he's going down with something—he means, after a month full of works from dawn to dawn again as he preparing for his solo .. it's definitely predictable that his body is going to crash. He already feel the telltale of it coming since yesterday, but brushing it off as a mere flu. It's only this afternoon things going downhill for him. He almost faint when he was cooking earlier. His fever has spiked up and the heat from the stove and pan around him act like a gaslight. He saves himself from an embarassing fainting accident as he quickly finish up everything and rushes to the couch when he feels cold sweats forming up inside his hoodie and there's black spots at his peripheral visions.

"Hyung?", his brain-rambling got cut off as someone tugged his blanket down—Again—and suddenly there's a cold hand pressed against his forehead. "Whaat .. ", he whines, actually feeling annoyed now. Can't he just sleep in peace?!

He vaguely hears someone—no, few someone .. murmuring around him.

"You're right hyung .. he's burning up"

"See? Fuck .. what should we do, Min?"

"Do you think we need to bring him to the hospital? Or we should call manager-nim and ask him to bring doctor?", then there's a groan, "I don't know hyung, you're the older one from us"

Min ..? Jimin? And is that Yoongi?

Jin moans as he shifts, wanting to see what's the commotion that makes him can't sleep in peace. His eyelids feels like weight a ton, and the roof is spinning when he opens his eyes. He squints, trying his best to get his consciousness together. "What are you guys doing here?", he croaks out, and it hurts. His mouth tastes funny and dry, and there's a throbbing pain on his temples like some people have slapped him a few times there.

He finally manages to open his eyes. It's pitch black and blurry.

"Hyung .. you're awake? How are you feeling?", Jimin asks, concern clearly visible in his voice. Jin tries to speak but can only grunt in response. "Like shit", he huffs, closing his eyes again as his room seems like it's spin harder and starts to make him nauseous. "My head hurts .. and my body feels cold", he adds, his words slurred. "think i caught something"

He feels someone patting his forehead. "You're running a fever, hyung", this time Yoongi chimes in, finally finding his voice to speak. "Have you eaten something hyung?"

The mention of putting something in his mouth making his stomach churn with nausea as he shakes his head. "Not since breakfast"

"Then let's get you some food, and then you can take some medicine to help your fever", Yoongi offers. There's rustle behind the younger before they heard footsteps rushing back down stairs. "We'll be back in a minute hyung", he says before Jin can argue.

After a few seconds, Jin hears loud chatter outside the room, and his nausea intensifies as he feels something wet dripping onto his side—he must've fallen asleep. He grimaces, surprised with the sudden temperature change. But the cloth on his forehead feels nice actually. "Ssshh .. it's just a cold cloth hyung, your fever is quite high. Yoongi hyung is preparing your food", Jimin says beside him, as he keeps smoothing the cool towel on the other's forehead. The action calms him a little bit, which is good, because his organs inside feels like it's on a race and working overdrive. Everything hurts and feel awful.

"I dont know if i can eat", Jin huffs, "I feel nauseous"

Jimin frowns, "Do you want to throw up hyung?"

"I don't know .. not yet i think", Jin shrugs , "I mean.. I guess. It feels really gross though. I feel like something is stuck in there", he pats his stomach with a wince. Before Jimin could say anything else, the door creaked open, and Yoongi steps inside carefully.

Smell of the food waft through the air. Jin gulps, already feeling full from it. "Hyung .. let's eat?"

"I'm not hungry", Jin answers truthfully, and Yoongi scoffs, "You're sick, you won't feel hungry hyung. Let's eat something, please"

Jin shakes his head.

Yoongi rolls his eyes, "Jimin-ah, help hyung sit up", he orders, gesturing Jimin who quickly helps the elder sitting up. Yoongi walks next to Jin and sits opposite the eldest on the edge of the bed.

"Do you want me to feed you?", Yoongi taunts, reaching for the spoon.

"Nope", Jin immediately denies with Jimin giggling beside him. "Just take a few bites hyung, you don't need to eat it all up", the younger teases as Jin huff, glaring at them as he grabs the spoon from Yoongi's hand.

It takes a few minutes to eat some of the food in front of him before his stomach protest. Jin closes his eyes as he slowly put his 5th bites down and take a big inhale.

"Hyung?", Yoongi calls him worried, watching his brother leans back, breathing heavily. And going paler by seconds, "Do you feel sick?"

Jin just nods, eyes fluttering shut as he clutches his blanket closer, tries to fight the urge to gag. He tries to swallow and force the vomit in his throat back down. But it's futile as a burp slips from him and his sense filled with what he just ate—the taste, the smell, the texture—he sucks a breath, flies his fist against his lips, "I'm going to puke"

"Shit", he hears Yoongi mutter behind him. And then, there are hands gripping his shoulders. "Jimin-ah, trashcan"

Jin 's mind goes foggy as nausea coccooned him like a heavy blanket. He feels like he's not in control of his own body. His ears ringing—but he still can hear the youngers panicked gasps when another gag, a deep and wet one, racked through him. "Jimin, quick!"

"Sshh .. hyung, here", Jimin's voices were barely audible as there's a faint weight on his lap. He feels a wave of nausea hit him hard—his stomach heave and bile came rushing out from the back of his mouth. Jin gasps, his head throbbing as he felt the warm liquid run down from his lips. A second later, he hears Jimin's soft voice beside him asking something, but he can barely register anything about it as he gags one more time and belches. His stomach muscles suddenly contract, heaving out more vomit. 4th bitss of food he manages to put in, come out in one big wave, adding a significant weight onto his lap.

"Gosh ..", he moans, "I feel so sick"

"It's okay hyung let it out", then he felt someone rub circles between his shoulder blades. "Do you want water?"

He shakes his head as he takes a deep breathe, preparing himself for the next round as he leans in and starts to retch, heaving out all whatever was left over from this morning or even the night before. It doesn't take much energy to bring everything up. "Oh... oh gosh...", he groans between heaves. His fingers digging into the blankets tightly as his whole body trembles from exertion.

"Breathe hyung ... you will feel better soon", Yoongi's words seem like they're coming from far away, muffled as he pants, still hugging the trashcan tightly.

"Drink ..", he croaks out , and he's pretty sure that his voice sounds hoarse and gravely. He watches as Jimin passes the straw from the bottle of water in his hand to his mouth. He drinks slowly, letting the water run down his dry throat. His headache seems like it's getting worse, and his body is sore, too.

"Done hyung?", Jimin asks as he hands the glass back to him. Jin shakes his head, huffing, as he rest his head against the pillow. He closes his eyes, focusing on the soothing touches against his skin rather than the turmoil inside his guts.

"I'm going to puke again", Jin whispers after few minutes of silence between them.

"Here", Yoongi suddenly speaks, pulling Jin forward, helping the older to sit up, "Don't worry, I'll hold the trashcan up"

"Okay", he puffs out before another round of gag taking over him. This round is shorter than the first one as his body seems like it's only need to reject the water he just took.

"Okay .. i'm done, i think", Jin sniffles, pushing the trashcan away as the smell filled his entire room. Yoongi nods, taking the trashcan away to the bathroom, while Jimin helping him laying down again. As soon as Jin lays flat on his back, Jimin climbs on top of him, wrapping a soft blanket around him and holding him close. "Are you alright?", he looks at him. And then Jin nods, his eyes closed again, still a little weak from being sick, and his body aching and tired from vomiting, but otherwise he's fine.

Jimin hums. "Do you want me to stay here with you?"

Another nod. Jimin smiles, immediately wraps an arm around Jin's body and pulls the older towards him, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. And just like that, Jin falls back into sleep.

Yoongi's eyes widen at the sight in front of him as he's back from the bathroom. "Is he sleeping?", he whispers at Jimin that makes eyecontact with him. Jimin nods, "Just let him hyung .. he must be tired", he replies quietly, "He can take his medicine later"

Yoongi sighs, sitting at the edge of the bed as he watches the half eaten food and medicine on the nightstand. "Okay, i can heat up the food later, or i will just bring him something light", he mumbles quietly. "His fever still high?"

Jimin chuckles nervously, "He is. I can feel it against my shirt"

Yoongi hums, taking the wet cloth again and wiping Jin's pale forehead gently before placing it on his forehead. The older sighs in relief, eyes still closed, relaxing into the touch. Unconsciously, Yoongi's lips curls up a little at that, "You're so whipped hyung", Jimin scoffs and earns himself a playful punch on his arm. "Ow!"

"Be quiet", Yoongi says before turning his attention back at Jin, "Keep the cloth, okay? If you need something, or when hyung wakes up, text me"

Jimin chuckles at that, "Get it hyung .. or you want to switch places with me?", he teases.

Yoongi rolls his eyes—but again, his face betrayed him. "No, i will not do that", he snatches the tray back from the nightstand, "But if you need anything just call for me okay, i'll be outside", he grunts before quickly closes the door, ignoring the little brat laughter from inside.

***

Jin didn't know how long he has been asleep—all that he know that his room still pitch black, no sign of sunlight, there's still quite lot of noises outside that means some of the members are still awake—it's not that late yet, and someone has been cuddling with him. He groans, stretching his body as much as he can as it feels sore all over. His joints and muscles feels like it's been tied to a knot, and his stomach been rumbling —that he can't differentiate if it's because of hunger or nausea.

Jin peels himself away, wanting to freshen himself up that's covered in sweat, and maybe make a warm tea to fill his stomach. He frowns when a cloth fall on his lap as he get up. He looks around and then meet with a bowl of water and Jimin that still sleep soundly beside him. It's all clicked then—with how his fever already going down too.

Jin smiles, trudging to the bathroom as quiet as he can to not wake up the younger on his bed. He deserves a little more sleep for taking care of him.

"Hyung! You're awake? Feeling better?", Jungkook chastises when Jin walks down the stairs. The youngest quickly rushes to his feet as he sees his hyung flatters on the last step. "Hyung .. slowly"

Jin sighs, "Thank you, Kook-ah .. hyung is fine. Still dizzy", he ruffles the grey hair, "Why are you not sleeping yet? Where's the other?"

"I was just done playing with Taehyungie, my brain still can't shut down yet", Jungkook shrugs, trailing behind the older as Jin walks into the kitchen. "You can sit hyung. You're still swaying on your feet", he chuckles, watching Jin rummaging through the cabinet. But there's a concern lacing on it. "What do you want?"

"Just a tea, please", Jin says before giving up and sits on the stool instead. "Coming right up", Jungkook turns around, running to the cabinet and pulling out a tea and sugar. It didn't take long before a warm cup serves in front of him. Jin wraps his palms around it, taking a sip of it. It's a sweetened green tea with honey and coconut milk. It warms his entire body up, sending shivers down his spine. He inhales deeply, closing his eyes.

"I got you some medicine", Jungkook says and holds up the small plastic pill container, shaking it lightly, "Yoongi hyung told me earlier to give it to you"

Jin scoffs, taking the pills in one swift motion—not letting his body reacts. "He's so stubborn"

"He's worried hyung", Jungkook giggles, "You should look at him when he knows you're sick"

Jin sighs, can't help the tip of his ears that reddened in instant. "I don't know what you're trying to say"

"Sure hyung", Jungkook grins.

They stay in silence for a while as Jin tries to finish his tea—and a slice of bread that Jungkook threatened for him to eat. "You can go to sleep, Kook-ah. Hyung will stay here a little longer", Jin says softly while reaching out his hand to pat Jungkook's legs as they lounge on the couch. "No", Jungkook protests, shaking his head to get rid off the sleepiness that starts getting on him. "I'm staying with you", he yawns, "I'm going to get more blankets"

Jin snorts softly, nodding as his gaze stays on the younger. Jungkook disappears upstairs to get some more blankets and pillows for Jin. After that, he goes back downstairs. "You don't want to go back to your room hyung? Sleep again? The medicine should make you sleepy", Jungkook chatters, yawning in between his words. Jin shakes his head in response as he bundled himself with blanket—he can feel the fever spiking up again. "Jimin is sleeping there, and i literally just woke up from hours of sleep", he chuckles, "I'm not sleepy yet"

"Mhm", Jungkook hums, "I can bring Jimin hyung out. One scoop and he's back to his room"

Jin laughs, nudging the younger with his toes, "He's your hyung!"

"But he's small! It's easy!"

"Jungkook!"

***

They have been lounging in the living room for an hour—Jungkook has loses his fight against his sleepiness a minutes ago, curling up on the other side of couch—when Jin feels nausea coming back. He groans, trying to ignore it with rubbing it slowly and taking a counted breath.

It only lasts for 5 minutes before he sits straight upright as his hands start trembling slightly; his throat closing up and a loud gag escapes his lips. He can taste liquid on the back of his throat. The sudden moves and noise made Jungkook stirs, squinting his eyes as he tries to adjust the light, "Hyung .. what? Are you okay?", he asks, sitting up too and rubbing his eyes. "Yeah.. i think i'm gonna throw up", Jin replies with a shaky voice before he quickly slaps his mouth as his stomach contracts to let out another gag.

As he stands up and wobbles towards the bathroom, he hears Jungkook calling after him but Jin doesn't answer—can't answer. The door slams close after a couple of steps and Jin closes himself inside the bathroom. He crouches over the bowl and without needing much energy, pukes pouring out of his lips. It's brown—literally the tea he takes earlier. Jin gasps, feeling himself choke on the vomit he just threw out of his mouth. Tears prickled at the corner of his eyes as soon as he felt another wave hitting him, throwing him further to the bowl.

"Hyung! Jin hyung .. let me in!", Jin can hear the door knob jiggling as the younger bangs his fist against it. But Jin can physically do anything as his stomach takes control. All he can hear is his own gagging and sounds of vomit hitting the water, and his focus is on emptying everything out. Suddenly, there's another weight pressed against his arched back, and few steps entering the bathroom.

"Jin .. breathe", A hand brushing his hair back, and another massaging his nape when he chokes out on particular harsh wave. "Ah ..", he moans when his stomach gives him a rest. He looks around through his glassy eyes.

"Joon-ah? .. Kook?", he slurs. It takes him a few seconds to realize that Jungkook is next to him, holding his shoulders, and Namjoon is handing him a glass of water. How did they get in?

"Jungkook was running to my room and wake me up. Luckily i was still reading, and .. the spare key did the job", Namjoon explains like he can read his mind .. or Jin suddenly voicing it out loud? He can't be so sure.

" 'm sorry .. just don't want you guys to see this .. it's—", Jin closes his eyes as wave floods him again, and lurch forward as his stomach heave up a second load of stomach acid, bile, and the remnants of the bread he ate earlier. After a few dry heaves, Jin wipes his mouth again and groans weakly, "It's so gross"

"You're sick .. it's normal hyung", Namjoon chuckles lowly, "Better?"

"Yeah .. i think i'm done", Jin peels himself away from the soiled toilet, letting Namjoon to do what he needs to do as he feels increasingly weak. "Kook, help Jin-hyung back to his room", Namjoon says suddenly after he's done cleaning up everything and helped the oldest rinses his mouth. It only gains a hum from the latter.

"Kook? You there?", Jin croaks out, wondering why the youngest that pressed against his body since earlier didn't say anything.

"Mhm ..", Jungkook hums, looking away from Jin.

Namjoon chuckles, "He's sca—"

"Namjoon hyung!", Jungkook hisses, "Let's get you back to bed hyung. Jimin hyung is up and waiting too", he grunts, helping Jin stand up. He can tell the elder can barely keep his balance even if he tries. Jungkook takes his time to steady Jin's weight while leading them to the bedroom.

"Kook?", Jin calls when he already settles on the bed after letting Jimin fussing over him. "What's wrong? Why are you suddenly quiet?" , he asks softly.

Jungkook doesn't reply, only averting his gaze elsewhere, fiddling with his fingers. It feels like an eternity before Jimin chimes in, "He was afraid hyung. You were suddenly get sick and lock the door at that", he smiles, ruffling Jungkook's.

"Jimin!"

"It's hyung you brat"

Jin stares at the pair, before burst into a giggle, "Ah .. you're worried about hyung?", he grins, "Want to cuddle the sickness out of hyung?", he teases further earning a glare from the latter.

"I'm going to sleep, bye hyung", Jungkook says and leaves the room quickly.

Jin laughs at that, but it cut off quickly when Jimin suddenly speaks as he pressed the newly wet cloth back to his forehead, "You can't tease him if you're just as red as him hyung"

Jin swats him away, "It's the fever!"

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!seokjin #caretaker!yoongi #caretaker!jimin #caretaker!jungkook #a little of caretaker!namjoon

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Hyung has a cold

Title: Hyung has a cold

Word count: 2275

Summary: Jungkook gets a new place and has everyone over for a small housewarming get together.

Sickie: Yoongi (cold)

Caretaker: Everyone else

A/N: Unedited. A short exploration of Yoongi having a cold but it not being a big deal + and some soft, casual comfort/caretaking from the others.

“Welcome to Jungkookie’s new house!”

Taehyung’s already two glasses of wine deep, and when he greets Hoseok and Yoongi at the front door, his cheeks are rosy red and there’s a small, unidentifiable stain on the front of his shirt.

“Um, thanks,” Hoseok chuckles as he steps inside. “Where’s Jungkookie, though?”

“He’s in the kitchen bein’ a good host and getting Jimin and Namjoon a drink. So I’m answering the door.” Taehyung replies. He hiccups, then frowns slightly. “Wait, did we do it wrong? Should I make him answer the door while I get drinks for the guests?”

Hoseok full-on laughs at that, one hand slapping his knee and the other reaching out to clutch at the front of Taehyung’s shirt. Taehyung looks both delighted and alarmed at the outburst of laughter, and he shuffles closer to Hoseok with a wide smile and even wider eyes.

Behind Hoseok, Yoongi can’t help but roll his eyes, but he’s also smiling despite the headache that’s already creeping in behind his eyes. He gently nudges Hoseok forward so they can both get into the house, and then he closes the door behind him, shivering once they’re in the warmth of the spacious entryway of Jungkook’s brand new home. He can tell the heater is on to combat the cold winter weather outside, but he’s still cold from the short journey from the car to the house even though he’s wearing a pair of thick sweatpants and two layers of sweatshirts– a hoodie zipped up over another hoodie– underneath his winter jacket. The only thing that’s truly warm is his face, and that’s either the slight fever he’s pretty sure he’s running or the heat from his own breath trapped inside of the facemask he’s wearing over his mouth and nose.

Hoseok shrugs his jacket off and hangs it on one of the hooks on the wall. He turns to Yoongi and motions for his jacket next, only half listening to Taehyung as he describes the drink-heavy contents of Jungkook’s refrigerator.

Jimin appears then, followed by Namjoon and Jungkook, and he nudges Taehyung aside so he can pull Hoseok in for a hug.

“Hi, Hoseokie-hyung! Hi, Yoongi-hyung!” Jungkook greets them, his own drink in hand. “Come in and I’ll give you a tour!”

Taehyung cups a hand around his mouth and leans close to Jungkook’s ear. “Don’t forget to ask them if they want a drink first,” he whispers, but it’s loud enough for everyone to hear. Jungkook nods seriously before turning to the two newest arrivals.

“Can I offer you a drink? I have soju, beer, whiskey, wine…uh, vodka? Tequila? Oh, and I have juice and milk, too!”

“I’ll get something after the tour, Jungkookie,” Hoseok says. “I want to see everything first!”

“Okay. Yoongi-hyung?”

Yoongi tucks his hands into his hoodie pockets and shakes his head. “I’ll wait, too,” he says, wincing when he hears how hoarse his voice sounds.

“He didn’t want to get out of bed. Please excuse his outfit,” Hoseok sighs, waving vaguely at Yoongi’s sweatpants-double-hoodie combo.

“You didn’t want to come?” Taehyung asks, lower lip jutting out dramatically. “Why not?”

Yoongi sighs, and immediately regrets it when the rush of air makes his throat and sinuses tickle in what’s sure to result very soon in a cough or a sneeze, or both. “I’m feeling a bit under the weather, that’s all.” It turns out that the tickle is more in his throat, so he coughs as soon as he’s done talking, ducking his head down as he raises an arm up to cover his mouth with his sleeve even though he’s wearing his mask.

“Oh.” Jungkook’s eyes go wide. He gently pats Yoongi on the back. “I’ll make you a separate plate tonight, hyung. Do you want some hot tea?”

Jimin, ever the worry-er about germs, points to the pump bottle of hand sanitizer that Jungkook has by the shoe rack before Yoongi can even answer the question. “Everyone, sanitize and shoes off!” He turns to Yoongi. “Hyung, come sit in the living room. I’ll get you a blanket.”

Yoongi barely has time to slip his shoes off before Jimin is guiding him towards the living room with a hand on the small of his back. He sniffles behind his facemask and lets Jimin push him down into the plush new recliner in the far corner of the room, smiling a little when the younger man tucks a throw blanket that still has a tag on it around his shoulders before reclining the chair for him until his feet are propped up. Then, Jimin disappears without a word, but soon returns with a box of tissues and a second blanket, something soft with a bright geometric pattern on it.

“Kook has a billion more blankets, if you need another,” he says as he sets the blanket and then the tissues in Yoongi’s lap. “I’ll go get started on some tea.”

Just like that, Yoongi is left alone in the living room. He unhooks the facemask from his ears and uses a tissue to blow his nose, groaning softly to himself at how stuffed up suddenly feels despite having the runniest nose known to man on the journey over. Listening to the others get a tour of Jungkook’s house, Yoongi is grateful for the distance from all the noise, and he’s touched that Jimin was thoughtful enough to bring him a second blanket and tissues before leaving him here in the quiet of the living room.

Spreading the second blanket out over his lap, he lets his head fall back against the headrest of the recliner and closes his eyes, attempting to do a mental calculation of what time he’ll need to take more of the medicine he brought along with him. It’s in his pocket, he’s pretty sure. Or maybe Hoseok had it in his pocket?

Maybe he forgot it at home…

He’s supposed to take the medicine every…four hours? Six? Huh…

No, four hours…

He’s pretty sure…

Four…

“Hyung?”

Yoongi doesn’t even realize he has dozed off until a gentle hand is shaking his shoulder.

“Hyung?”

It’s Jimin, peering down at him with an expression that’s too serious and too worried for Yoongi’s liking.

“Ah,” he croaks. He clears his throat and sits up. “Sorry, didn’t mean to fall asleep.” He wipes a bit of drool from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and frowns at how chapped his lips feel.

“Everyone’s here now,” Jimin tells him quietly. “We’re gonna eat.”

Yoongi nods and starts to shift so he can stand up, but Jimin’s hand is on his shoulder. “You can stay here. We’ll eat out here.”

Yoongi can’t really imagine that Jungkook wants them all to eat in his nice clean new living room and risk spilling something, but he doesn’t say anything, and already everyone is filing in carrying assorted dishes and drinks that they set on the low coffee table. They’re all loud as fuck together and Yoongi has no clue how he fell asleep with all the ruckus.

Seokjin is last, and he isn’t carrying anything, just walking beside Jungkook and smiling proudly at him. He looks over Yoongi, now curled up under both blankets in the recliner, and frowns.

“Hyung has a cold,” Taehyung informs him before he can say anything.

“Ah,” Seokjin replies. “Sorry to hear that, Yoon.”

Yoongi just nods and swallows back an ill-timed cough. The others are crowding around the coffee table, already using chopsticks to grab bites of and serve themselves heaping servings of meat and noodles and banchan, and Seokjin gives Yoongi a sympathetic smile before joining them on the floor.

Jungkook loads a little bit of everything onto a pretty blue plate and brings it over. “Here, hyung,” he says, offering the dish proudly. “Do you need anything else? More tea? Water?”

Yoongi has to clear his throat several times before he can get words out. He takes the plate and eyes the mug of tea on the table next to him that someone must have brought him while he was asleep. ‘No, Jungkookie. I’ve still got some tea left. Thank you, this looks delicious.”

Jungkook beams and nods his head before he turns around to watch the others.

Yoongi feels the same pride he saw on Seokjin’s face just minutes earlier, warming his chest and making him smile. He reaches out to pat Jungkook’s hip. “You did a great job, Kook,” he says. “It tastes great.”

Jungkook turns back to him and his cheeks are pink. He doesn’t even notice that Yoongi hasn’t actually eaten any of it yet. “I just watched a few YouTube videos. It was easy to learn, really. And of course, I’ve learned a lot from you and Seokjin-hyung over the years, and–”

“Go eat,” Yoongi interrupts, nudging Jungkook back toward the table.

As soon as Jungkook sits down, though, he jumps back up. “Oh! I forgot the steak. Be right back.”

When he returns, Jungkook sets the plate of steak on the table and then cranes his neck to look at Yoongi. “Hyung, do you want to try some?” He snags a hefty piece of the meat with his chopsticks and cups his hand underneath to prevent anything from dropping to the floor as he carries it over. He pauses in front of Yoongi, halfway to feeding him directly from his own utensils before he realizes the potential for germ-sharing and sets it down on his plate instead.

Yoongi coughs into his fist and then smiles fondly up at Jungkook. “Thanks, Kook.”

Jungkook spends most of the meal hovering, watching everyone eat, chewing nervously on his lip until he sees that everyone likes everything. The food disappears quickly and soon, there isn’t much left.

“Great job on the steak,” Namjoon compliments him.

“I need your recipe for the kimchi jjigae,” Jimin says.

“The makguksu is so good, Jungkookie,” Hoseok gushes. “Is there any more left?”

Taehyung serves him more makguksi\u and then looks around the table. “Who else wants more?”

Yoongi clears his throat. “I could go for some more.” He doesn’t miss the way Jungkook grins at him, a pleased flush on his cheeks.

“Give me your plate,” Taehyung says, motioning with his hands, then thinks better of it and grabs the serving dish instead. He carries the whole thing over to the recliner and spoons some of the food onto Yoongi’s plate.

While they finish the last of their meal, Jimin makes his way into the kitchen to help refill drinks. He gets Yoongi more tea and sweetly kisses the top of his head after delivering it, leaning down next to him. “How are you doing, hyung?” He asks. “Need anything else?”

Yoongi shakes his head. “I’m good, thanks.”

After dinner, they decide to watch a movie on Jungkook’s new massive TV.

Everyone curls up on the couch together except for Yoongi, who returns to the recliner after a quick bathroom break. He huddles under his two blankets, feeling full and sleepy and finally warm, and he’s almost certain that he won’t make it through the entire movie without falling asleep.

Sure enough, he finds himself being shaken awake for the second time that night and looks to see that the end credits are rolling on the screen. He feels stuffy and his headache is a little worse, and he scrubs the sleep out of his eyes with a fist.

“We should get going.” Hoseok has a hand on his shoulder.

“Hyung, you look so sleepy,” Namjoon comments, running his fingers gently through Yoongi’s hair. “I hope you’re able to get some good rest tonight.”

Yoongi nods, then yawns, and then coughs. He pushes the blankets off, shivering at the loss of warmth, and puts his facemask on. It seems that he and Hoseok are the first to leave, but he’s too tired to be apologetic about it and he’s grateful that Hoseok is in good spirits about it.

“Bye, hyungs!” Jungkook grabs their coats for them while everyone says their goodbyes and well wishes for Yoongi’s cold to go away soon.

Before they leave, Jungkook hugs Hoseok, and then, unable to help himself, wraps Yoongi up in a warm hug too, tucking his face against his neck until Jimin pulls them apart.

“Hyung has a cold!” Jimin scolds, as if they’ve all forgotten already.

“Hyung needs a hug because he has a cold,” is Jungkook’s excuse.

Yoongi rolls his eyes fondly and shuffles over to the door before anyone else gets the urge to hug him.

“I’d rather catch a cold than not get hyung-hugs,” Jungkook is grumbling, and he frowns until Jimn and Taehyung attack him at once, pinching his cheeks and tickling his sides.

“Bye! Thanks for hosting us, Jungkookie!” Hoseok says, and then he’s tugging Yoongi out the door and into the cool evening air.

When they get to the car, Hoseok turns the heat up as high as it will go and silently pats Yoongi’s leg as he buckles his seat belt.

“That was fun,” Yoongi says around a yawn halfway into their drive. “Can’t believe Jungkook’s place is nicer than ours.”

Hoseok barks out a laugh and nods in agreement. He turns on the radio, and Yoongi rests his head against the window, reveling in how good the cool glass feels against his cheek. His throat is scratchy and he has to cough a few times until the irritation goes away, but it’s not really so bothersome now that he knows he’s on his way to his own bed.

Yoongi closes his eyes and falls asleep before they get home.

#bts sickfic #sickfic #sick bts #sick yoongi #bts hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort #common cold #caretaker seokjin #caretaker jungkook #caretaker taehyung #caretaker jimin #caretaker namjoon #caretaker hoseok #bts au #cough

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kithtaehyung · 1 year

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230225 : daechwita // having fun drawing again 🏙️

#kinda wanna clean this and put it on a shirt #drawing vehicles is always fun!#think i’ll do jk with a motorcycle next #or joonie with a sick bike #fanart #bts #bts art #yoongi #agust d #bts fanart #dailybts #*fanart

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min-yunki-agustd · 2 years

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Sick namgi -

I had this in my head after finishing a request. update: I'm skipping class so might as well do something useful with my time.

“We can take a break if you feel unwell. How does that sound?”

“Still nauseous?”

“Have you eaten anything since (meal)?”

sickie: Yoongi

Caretaker: Namjoon

Tw: scat, stomach pain, mentions of nausea, and v****

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Yoongi doesn't understand how he got to this point. His legs were killing him, and the sun's heat beat down on him as he ran. He was starting to fall behind namjoon. Step by step namjoon and yoongi was drifting further and further away. Namjoonn would look back and yell something to encourage yoongi to keep going. It was early in the morning namjoon invited yoongi to exercise with him. Yoongi thought it would be an excellent way to get out of his studio and spend some time with Namjoon since it had been quite a while. He thought they could catch up with him, seeing hows he's doing in all. At this point, yoongi realizes this is the furthest he'd ever run before, and if they don't stop soon his legs are going to give in. Namjoon looks back and notices that yoongi is having a hard time keeping up so he slows down and informs him " there's just one more mile." something about hearing that made yoongi's stomach turn. Before he knew it he was slowing to a stop with his hands on his knees. He was breathing in fast and hard. Namjoon somehow noticed the other had stopped. He had to circle back around and run back to his hyung. Yoongi's knees were practically shaking as he held onto them. He felt nauseous now. He put a hand on his stomach, in an attempt to calm the jostling sea. He can't even remember the last thing he'd eaten, whatever it was if it was anything at all, running wasn't meant to be done after it. "I just need a -" to their surprise a surge of sick hit the concert ground. yoongi couldn't stop it from happening. One moment yoongi's stomach flipped and the next a surge of sickness is out of him and on the ground. Namjoon didn't know if he should give him space or comfort. Be for namjoon could even decide, yoongi's body lurched closer to the ground and he retched up a bit more of his stomach. The taste was bitter and sour, it tasted like this morning's coffee. Thinking about the taste causes him to bring up another this round sickeningly sweet and twisting his stomach.

He wasn't prepared to run today and was prepared to throw up in an open area. He took in hard deep breaths as he looked around. It felt like someone was staring which made him feel embarrassed to be throwing up in public. But, once he actually looked up there was no one around but namjoon standing directly in front of him. He felt his stomach leap out of place and he was back to looking and the mushy brown puddle on the ground. Once he felt like he could, he stood up straight. He gave himself some distance from the puddle and sat on the nearby bench. Namjoon put a comforting hand on his back and asked what happened. Yoongi explained that he suddenly felt sick.

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I didn't finish this, I kinda don't want to but an I also don't wanna delete it... soo uhhh here lol

#bangtan sickfic #bts emeto #bts sickfic #btssickfic request #sick bts #sickieyoongi #namjoon caretaker #tw emetophobia #tw emeto ment #tw nausea #tw vomit #bts sickfic drabble #sick!suga #sick yoongi

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ilys00ga · 19 days

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NO ONE SHOWED ME THIS PICTURE BEFORE??? THE POUT 😭😭

#im gonna cry this is so sick and twisted #ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh #im dead #and cry #hes so cute idk what to do with this information #ilys00ga #yoongi #bts #bts yoongi #min yoongi #yoongi gif #bts suga

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dimplessjoon · 3 months

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Namjoon Stress Fever

@bluepeacelove

God its been forever since i posted. I am so sorry it took so long. I haven't been able to write at all. I don't really like it, but I can't seen to make it any better. Sorry if you find this disappointing. Hopefully you'll be able to somewhat enjoy it. Thank you for requesting.

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“Joon-ah, come on open up.” Jin says knocking on Rkive’s door.

Namjoon opens the door and gets back to working.

“What is it, hyung?” Namjoon asks, eyes focused on the computer screen.

“Gosh, why is it so hot in here, any way, forget about that, just pack up Joonie, we’re going home.” Jin says

“Sorry Hyung, you go on ahead, I still have a lot of work to finish.” Namjoon says his eyes still focused on the screen and his fingers working on the keyboard.

“Namjoon, you haven’t been home in days, and it looks like you haven’t gotten a good night’s sleep forever. You need rest, otherwise you’re gonna get sick.” Jin says

"Hyung, I'm fine, besides I have too much work to finish. I don't have time to rest." Namjoon adds on still focusing on his work.

Jin comes next to him and takes the mouse from his hand saving his work and shutting off his computer.

"Hyung" Namjoon says protesting to what Jin is doing.

"No Namjoon, your health comes first, when was the last time you had a proper meal, or proper rest. I'm not gonna stand by and watch you neglect yourself. We can talk to the management and extend your deadlines. But right now we're going home. " Jin says

"But..." Namjoon says

"No buts, get up we're going home." Jin says holding his hand to get him up, but when he touches it he realizes it's hot.

Jin moves his hand up to touch Namjoon's forehead and gasps.

"Namjoon, you have a fever, see this is why I tell you not to overwork yourself, but since you didn't listen now you're sick. Come on let's get you home and resting." Jin says helping Namjoon up

Namjoon is reluctant for a bit but soon gives up to Jin's wishes knowing he is not gonna back down. And in all honesty, Namjoon himself knows he needs the rest. He feels like shit, his stomach hurts, his whole body aches, he has a terrible migraine and he feels way too cold. Now, it makes sense that he has been having all these symptoms since he has a fever.

Jin guides Namjoon to his car and drives him back to the dorm. But the moving car makes Namjoon's stomach feel queasy.

"Stop, the car hyung." Namjoon says putting his hand over his mouth.

"What?" Jin says but soon realizes what's going on so he stops the car.

Namjoon rushes out of the car and goes by a tree and starts heaving, but nothing more than some water and stomach acid comes up due to the lack of food in his body. Jin comes up behind him and starts rubbing his back.

After a while Namjoon stops and they go back to the car and Jin gives some water to Namjoon.

Namjoon drinks some water to get the taste of vomit out of his mouth.

"Thanks" Namjoon says

"Let's wait a bit for your stomach to settle and then we can go home." Jin adds helping Namjoon sit down in the passenger seat.

After a while they start to go home, and Namjoon tries to keep himself from throwing up and luckily he doesn't throw up again, however when he goes into the elevator to get to his apartment, his stomach starts going into knots, and he feels like throwing up.

As soon as the elevator stops he rushes towards the door and unlocks it and makes a run towards the bathroom where he starts throwing up again. The water he drank earlier came up and he continued to throw up even after there was nothing left in his stomach. Jin helps him get up takes him to the couch where the other members are waiting worried for their leader after he rushed in.

"Hyung are you okay?" Jimin asks sitting next to Namjoon on the couch.

"He's sick" Jin says

"Yoongi, can you please make some soup for him. We need to get some food into him. Jungkook can you get the thermometer, and Tae get some fever reducers and nauseau medicine. Hobi and Jimin-ah you guys stay here with him, I'll go with Yoongi to help make the soup." Jin lists of things for everyone to do.

"My poor Joonie" Hobi says sitting next to him and running his hands through his hair, Jimin brings a blanket and puts it over Namjoon to make him feel more comfortable and joins the other two on the sofa.

Everyone soon comes back, and Jungkook gives Namjoon the thermometer. After it beeps Jungkook takes it sees the tempreature.

"101.2 F, not too bad but still high." Jungkook says

Here Joonie eat the soup and then you can take the medicines.

"Thanks guys." Namjoon says and slowly starts eating the soup. After eating some he stops due to his nausea rising.

"Hyung just try to eat a bit more." Taehyung says.

"No, I'm done." Namjoon says relenting to eat more as he knows if he does he'll soon throw up.

"Fine Joonie, here take some medicine." Jimin says, when it was sure they couldn't convince Namjoon to finish his soup.

"Why don't you sleep and get some rest Namu, it'll help you feel better." Hoseok says.

Namjoon nods and get comfortable on the couch with his head in Hoseok's lap and Hobi runs his hand through his hair. Jin puts a bucket by his side just in case he needs it later.

Namjoon soon falls asleep and everyone starts doing their own things. Jin reading a book, Yoongi doing something on his laptop, Hoseok going through his phone while still running his hand through Namjoon's hair, and the maknaes playing a video game on the TV.

The maknaes get a bit excited and starts getting a little loud.

"Guys, Namjoon is sleeping chill out." Yoongi whispers trying to make the quite.

"Sorry hyung" Jimin says as the three of the quite down.

After some time Jungkook shouts, "Yah Taehyung stop cheating, if you do this I'm not gonna play with you anymore."

This startles Namjoon awake.

"Huh, what's happening." Namjoon says confused as he jumps up from his sleep.

"Its ok Joon-ah calm down go back to sleep" Hoseok say trying to get him to lay back down.

But he rushes forward taking the bucket Jin put in his hands and starts throwing up. The sudden movements and waking up making him nauseous.

Soon after he calms down and Hoseok helps him clean up a bit, before helping him lie down again. Jin takes the bucket and cleans it out, and glares at the maknae line for disturbing Namjoon.

The three maknaes look at each other and the floor feeling guilty about waking Namjoon up and cauing him to throw up. After a while Namjoon falls asleep again.

"Hobi, cover Joon-ah's ears." Jin whispers.

After Hoseok does it, Jin starts running after the Maknaes and shouting.

"WE TOLD YOU TO KEEP IT QUIET! Now look what you did you made poor Joonie get sick again. I swear to god you kids have no respect for your elders." Jin says

The maknaes running away from him and vehemently apologizing. While the other two members quietly laugh at their members shenanigans.

#bts #bts rm #sick!namjoon #sickfic #sicknamjoon #bts jimin #bts jin #bts jungkook #bts taehyung #emeto #bts yoongi #bts fanfic #bangtan #taehyung #namjoon #hobi

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soft-for-yoongi · 7 months

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

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

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

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Sick: Taehyung

Caretakers: ot7, Yoongi, Jungkook, Seokjin

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

Word count: 1744

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

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

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

"Taehyungie!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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crystalsnow95z · 7 months

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This was written long ago that I planned to edit but decided I'll keep it as is since I'm behind on all my requests and its fitting with the season. This is one I wrote just for me.

Sickie; jungkook, Taehyung and Hobi

Warning; vom!t

Caretaker: ot7

Jungkook gathers leaves as Hobi talks to the camera, doing a bangtan bomb after finishing up their latest photo shoot. He first goes after Namjoon, but he notices him and points to Hobi.

Jungkook smiles mischievously, nodding and shoving the leaves into the back of Hobi's hanbok. He giggled loudly as he bolts towards the woods.

"Get back here, you little punk!" Hobi runs after Jungkook, trying to remove the leaves as he runs after the mankae. Jungkook trips, not able to notice the rabbit hole because of the blanket of leaves,tumbling to the ground.

Hobi tries to skid to a stop, but slips on the leaves, falling on his tailbone. "Aiish.. Jaykay are you hurt?"

"My ankle hurts a bit, but I think I'm okay." Jungkook rolls his ankle, checking to see if it was sprained. "Are you?"

"I'm fine..just a sore bottom..You're such a brat!" Hobi throws leaves at Jungkook.

"Are you guys okay?" Taehyung ran to catch up with them when he heard the crash of them falling, relaxing when he saw Jungkook throw leaves back at Hobi, the two playing.

"Yeah. Just be careful.. it's slippery.. it must've rained recently here.." Hobi warns. "I'm surprised you didn't fall too.."

Taehyung offers his hand to Hobi, but when he tries to pull him up, the older slips on the wet leaves once more, bringing the vocalist down with him. "Aiish!"

"I'm sorry, Taehyungie!" Hobi apologizes, hugging him close. "I'm sorry are you okay?"

"I'm okay.. you helped cushion my fall..Ah Jiminie stay away! Its dangerous!" Taehyung shouts fearful of him suffering the same fate as them when he sees Jimin running to check on them.

"We're okay Jimin-sii. Don't worry!" Jungkook reassures him.

Jimin slows down, relaxing. "I got worried when I heard Tete. What happened?"

"The leaves are slippery.. so I fell chasing Jungkook because he shoved dead leaves down my back." Hobi narrows his eyes with mock anger, throwing more dead leaves at the youngest.

"Rapmonie-hyung encouraged it." Jungkook says with a giggle, tossing the leaves back at him.

"Gukkie you got me too!"Tae whines, shoving a handful of leaves down the front of Jungkook's shirt despite the youngers struggle against it.

"You guys are ruining your outfits." Jimin laughs, nearly falling. "Come on we're supposed to be wrapping up."

"They are wrapped up.. in each other." Jin jokes.

Jimin jumps at the sudden sound of Jin's voice. "Hyung when did you get here?"

"Joon-ah sent me to look for you." Jin replies, smiling fondly at the younger members, seeing Taekook double teaming J-hope, burying him with the autumn leaves as he laughs.

"Okay, I'll pull up Tete. You can pull up Jaykay." Jimin and Jin work together to separate the youngest members.

"It's time to go. We still have practice to do." Jin says, brushing leaves from Jungkook's clothes. "You're soaked.. go change so we can go. All three of you."

"Okay Seokjinnie hyung." Hobi takes Jungkook's hand to pull himself up, everyone leaving to continue the rest of their busy schedule.

"5..6..7..8.." Hobi tried counting over the music, but his voice wasn't carrying as loud as it usually does. He thought nothing of it, just motioning for staff to turn the music down. They've been working nonstop for their new album, and between practice, making the studio recordings, music videos, and photoshoots, he wasn't surprised his throat was getting sore.

The team went over the choreography once more without vocals, then again Jimin started the song strong, but when jungkook tried to follow his voice cracked when he tried to hit the higher notes, coughing.

"Jungkook, are you okay?" Jimin quickly finds him a water bottle.

"My throat hasn't recovered since we recorded.." Jungkook frowns, taking the water from Jimin. "Thanks jimin-sii.."

"Sing at a lower range for now, okay? We'll focus on the timing." Namjoon gives him a sympathic smile. He's been doing vocal lessons on top of recordings.. I should've told him to lay off the lessons until we finished recording..

"Alright, Namjoonie-hyung." Jungkook takes a drink of water, the coolness soothing his throat. "I hope it's better by next week.."

"You should be fine by then as long as you rest your voice as much as possible." Yoongi reassures him.

"I'll make you some tea when we get home." Jin offers, looking at both Jungkook and Hobi. Even if Hobi didn't say it out loud he could hear the strain in his voice.

"Thanks hyungie. That'd be great." Hobi smiles.

The seven members start up practice again, changing notes to be lower for Jungkook. Everything was going smoothly until Hobi started slowing down halfway through the fifth song, wrapping his arm around his middle, making Jungkook smack into him, Hobi losing his balance.

"Are you okay Hyungie? I'm sorry I didn't notice you stopped moving." Jungkook dropped to his knees next to Hobi, checking him for injuries.

"Yeah.. yeah I think I just need to eat something..my stomach started cramping up. I should've had something other than coffee.."

"I'll find you something.." Jimin quickly leaves the room.

"Here, drink some water for now." Yoongi gives Hobi a water bottle, helping him take small sips. "Any better?"

Hoseok nods, relaxing with the pain dies down. "Sorry..I didn't mean to worry you guys.."

Jimin returns to the room with a banana, letting go of the breath he didn't know he was holding when he sees that Hobi was no longer clutching his stomach. "Here Hyungie."

"Thanks Minnie.." Hoba gently peels the banana open, taking a few bites. "I'm feeling better now.. let's take a few minutes break and start again.."

Practice started again and everything was fine for an hour, until another member started showing signs of pain. Taehyungs movements started getting smaller and smaller, until it was unacceptable to Hobi.

"Taehyung-Ah, It's fine to practice like that right before a concert but you have to give it your all right now. I know you're tired but so is everyone else." Hobi scolds him, eyes widening when Taehyung suddenly sits on the ground his knees giving in.

"I'm sorry..i can't move well..my stomach just hurts hyung.." Taehyung whines softly,wrapping his arms around his middle. Hobi feels his stomach drop to the floor, feeling guilty for not noticing how pale or how shaky the husky toned vocalist became.

"What? When did it start hurting?" Yoongi blinks slowly, taken back by Taehyung's sudden confession rushing to his side reaching to touch his bloated stomach, feeling his muscles constrict under his hand. "Aiish Taehyungie.."

"This morning it was a little upset.. I didnt want to complain, especially not after Hobi-hyungie and Jungkook not feeling well either, but I can't do this. It keeps getting worse.."Taehyung says groaning when his stomach gurgles.

"Aiigo, Voo, you should've said something earlier.. You shouldn't push yourself so hard.." Jin sits next to him. How could he have missed how quickly his health declined. "Do you feel like you're gonna throw up?"

"I don't think so.. I just want to lie down and try to sleep the pain away." Taehyung whispers, closing his eyes tightly as another ripple of pain hits.

"I'll get someone to take you home." Jin looks to the staff members.

"Can I go with him, hy..hyung?" Jungkook clears his throat when his voice breaks. "I don't think I can continue singing anyway..it was only high notes before.. but now it's hurting to talk.."

"We could end practice early today." Namjoon suggests. "Jungkook and Taehyung both aren't in good condition and I know everyone else is tired too."

Hobi nods in agreement. He didn't think it was just a lost voice with Jungkook. The young vocalist was also out of breath much quicker than usual, and his voice was weakening at an alarming rate and his own stomach was still aching."We got the choreography perfect today and yesterday. We'll be fine if we cut out a few hours."

Jin and Namjoon lead Taehyung to the bedroom, pulling the blanket back, easing him into his bed. "Here Tae lay down, Yoongi is going to get you medicine.." Jin rubs his neck gently as Namjoon gets a trashcan to put by the side of the bed.

I don't understand..just yesterday he was playing with Hoba and Jungkookie..

Jin frowns, feeling sweat on the back of Taehyung’s neck. "Namjoon-ah I think he's starting to run a fever. Could you get a thermometer?"

"Of course Hyung." Namjoon leaves the room, brushing past Yoongi.

"Here I got some medicine for you, Taehyungie." Yoongi presents the medicine bottle, measuring a dosage of medicine out.

While Yoongi preps the medicine, Jin helps Taehyung sit up, feeling his body sway. "Woah, I got you.."

Taehyung felt dizzy when he got up, leaning heavily against Jin's broad shoulder. His stomach churned as soon as he was upright again, pushing up the toast from breakfast. "Hyu..hyung.."

"F*ck..Sh*t.." Yoongi quickly picks up the trash can from the floor when Taehyung burps, pushing up the sick. "It's okay.. you'll feel better once it's out.."

Taehyung hugs the trashcan as he empties his stomach into it with a loud retch, splashing sick into the plastic liner. Jin scratches lightly across his back, feeling his spine arch as his stomach pushes up thick bile.

"Taehyung.." Namjoon stops in the doorway, eyes widening when he sees how pale Taehyung became in such a short time. He thought he was doing better after he was asleep the whole car ride home without any problems, but he was foolish to think a short rest was enough to make a difference.

"Go get me a wet cloth and a bowl of water, please. His temperature is rising fast." Jin orders, Namjoon quickly leaving the room again. "It's okay, hyung will get you feeling better, just try to take deep breaths, okay?"

Taehyung goes to reply, but another wet burp comes instead, more sick filling the small bin. He presses the trash tighter against his stomach, trying to ease the pain with pressure. "It..it hurts.."

"I know baby.. I know.. you're doing so good.. you're almost done.." Jin encourages him gently, rubbing his palm up and down Taehyung’s sweaty back.

Yoongi holds Tae's bangs out of his face. "I'll get you a heat pack when you finish. It'll help with the pain.."

Namjoon returns to the room, giving Jin the wet cloth and placing the bowl on the side table. Jin thanks him, using it to wipe the sweat that was pooling on the back of Taehyung’s neck.

The amount of sick that came from Taehyung started to dwindle down,making the three older men start to relax as the younger took deep breaths, the tension in his shoulders ebbing away.

"I..I'm done.." Taes voice comes out as a hoarse whisper, loosening his grip on the bin. "Water...?"

"Here baby." Jin opens the water bottle for him. "Rinse out your mouth first then drink okay?"

Taehyung nods, taking in a mouthful of water and swishing it around a bit before spitting it out, trying to rid himself of the awful taste, then taking a few mouthfuls, cautious not to drink to much in fear of making himself sick once more.

"Can you swallow some medicine for me, Vuu?" Jin asks gently, rubbing his stomach.

"I think so.." Tae says hoarsely, accepting the medicine cup Yoongi offered him, swallowing it down quickly. "I'm sorry you had to see that.."

"Don't worry about it." Yoongi brushes off his apology. "Do you feel any better?"

"My throat and stomach hurt..and it's cold.. could I have the heat Yoongi-hyung..?" Taehyung asks, rubbing his hand across his sore stomach, muscles screaming in pain from the force of kicking everything out of it.

"Of course. I'll go get it." Yoongi leaves the room without hesitation. On his way to his room, he jumps at the sudden loud coughing coming from Jungkook "Are you okay, Jungkook?"

Jungkook made the 'okay' sign with his hand, continuing to cough into his blanket. Taehyungie-hyung was throwing up.. I can't distract them from taking care of him. Not for a cough.. I'll just take some medicine and go to bed early.. "I took a drink of water, and it went down wrong.." Jungkook says, pointing to the water bottle on the table.

Bullsh*t.. the lid is still on it.

Yoongi didn't call him out on it, though. He could worry about Jungkook later. Right now, he told Taehyung he would get him a heating pad to help his stomach. "Well, take some medicine just in case. Taehyungie is sick, and you were all over him yesterday."

"Okay Hyung."

Yoongi goes back on his quest, getting the item and returning to Taehyung ,plugging in the heating pad and placing it across Taehyung lower abdomen. "You can't use it for too long though, okay?"He says as a gentle reminder he couldn't take heat well.

Taehyung nods, the heat easing the pain away, his body relaxing"Thanks Hyung..that feels better.."

"Good..try to get some sleep, okay? Namjoon-ah." He motions for the rapper to lean closer."Go check up on Jungkookie, please? He was coughing really badly." Yoongi whispers by his ear, not wanting Taehyung to hear.

Namjoon nods,taking the medicine from the table and going to his room. "Tae is doing better. He was falling asleep when I left." He starts the conversation lightly. Jungkook had the awful habit of hiding his pain, not wanting to add more stress to the older members.

"Do you think we need to take him to a doctor?"

Namjoon could hear Jungkook holding back a cough.

"We'll see if the medicine helps. It might just be a stomach bug and he'll be okay in the morning. How about you? You were coughing a lot during practice. Are you feeling okay?"

"I just have a sore throat. My stomach doesn't hurt like Taehyungie-Hyungie, or do I feel feverish. I think I just overdid it." Jungkook tried negating his worries, down playing how he felt. He left out the pounding headache that he had all day and the fact that despite fact he hardly ate anything all day, the smell of Jimin and Hobi cooking in the kitchen made his stomach queasy "But Yoongi-hyung wants me to take medicine just in case.."

"Yeah he told me that, so I brought it with me." Namjoon feels the tension leave his shoulders when jungkook brings it up on his own, relieved he wouldn't have to fight with him to take it. He pours the younger the small cup of medicine, handing it to him

Jungkook takes it with a shaky hand, swallowing the medicine quickly hoping that Namjoon didn't notice.

"I'm tired, so I'm going to rest until dinner is finished. Its been a long week and its rare we get time to rest.." Namjoon says in hopes Jungkook would lay down and get the sleep he needs so he can recover and he falls for the trap.

"I'll lay down too. I'm a bit sleepy.." Jungkook lays down with a big yawn head hitting his makeshift pillow not taking more than a few minutes to fall asleep, snoring softly.

Namjoon gets up from his bed slowly, using the thermometer to confirm the low grade fever jumping back to avoid Jungkook coughing on him. "We're down two members.."

"Jaykay...jungkook-ah dinner is ready. Do you think you could eat?" Hobi goes into the room to check on him. Namjoon told him about his fever and that his cough became worse, but remembering the youngest vocalist only had one piece of toast with jam that morning made him unable to comfortably let him sleep.

"Mm..? Hoseok..ah..hyung..I'm not hungry.." Jungkook's voice sounded worse than earlier, coming out weak and scratchy. He was hardly awake, eyes not even open as he tried to turn him down.

"But you haven't eaten in twelve hours. Could you at least try to eat some soup?" Hobi tries encouraging him, gently running his hand up and down jungkook's side.

Jungkook stretches out, coughing into his arm. "Okay..okay..I'm up.." He could hear the worry in Hobi's voice and the older was right. He couldn't go to bed without eating something. What if I do have what Taehyungie-hyungie has? I don't want to throw up without anything in me..

Hobi helped Jungkook sit up, placing a tray of soup in front of him. "Do you want me to feed you?"

Jungkook tried to eat it on his own, but when he picked up the spoon the itch in his throat worsened, making him cough, spilling the soup onto the tray when it makes his chest rattle. Hobi quickly pulled the tray off.

"Aiish.. you scared me." Hobi sighs in relief when he sees none of the broth got on Jungkook.

"I'm.. I'm sorry.." Jungkook says between coughs.

"It's okay baby. It was an accident. I just didn't want it to spill on you. Let me do it. Okay?" J-hope feeds Jungkook bite by bite.

Meanwhile in another room, Jimin was helping with the second youngest, carrying a tray with him.

"I made you some soup. You don't have to eat it if you arent up to it though." Jimin says sympathically when he sees Taehyung was awake in his room, coughing Into the pillow he wrapped around.

"I don't know lf I can..but..I'll try.." Taehyung sits up slowly, closing his eyes when his head spins."If I don't eat I can't get better..and I feel awful.." He whines to himself, fighting against the dizziness.

"I know.. it's okay. Just a few bites for now okay?" Jimin scoops up some bean sprouts with the spoon, blowing on it before offering it to Taehyung.

Taehyung opens his mouth, taking in the bite, then another instantly regretting the second when he gags, having to force it back down with a hard swallow. He turns away from it, the smell of food making him feel worse. "No.. no.."

"Sh*t.. I'm sorry.. I'll take it away.. I'm sorry." Jimin quickly takes the bowl from the room. "Hyungie, Taehyung’s too sick for food.. His lips turned white after a couple bites, and he hardly forced it down.. what are we gonna do?"

"We'll get him some mineral water or something to replace food until his stomach settles. Why don't you go help Hoba? He didn't eat yet. He said he wanted to check on Jungkookie first." Jin heart sinks at the fact he couldn't even hold down soup, but didn't want Jimin knowing how worried he felt, quickly changing the subject.

"Alright. I'll go check on them." Jimin leaves to Jungkooks room relieved to see at least one of their patients eating. "Hobi-hyungie let me do it. You almost fainted at practice.. you need to eat."

"Oh..right.. I need to eat too." Hobi says, despite the fact he didn't feel hungry. It must be all the stress..

Hobi lied to himself. He refused to admit he was getting sick. Not when the two youngest were coughing up a storm and unable to eat. He leaves to the kitchen to get some kimchi Kongnamul guk.

"Oh good, you are eating. I was worried you'd be too busy caring for the others. I already had to force Jimin to sit and eat before seeing Voo." Jin smiles when he sees J-hope take a bite."

The warm broth soothed his sore throat, taking a few bites before talking. "What about Namjoonie and Yoongi-hyung?"

"Namjoon-ah said he wanted to sleep more and Yoongi went to the store." Jin explained. "I'll get Yoongi when he gets back and Namjoon when he wakes up. He's been working all nighters on the bonus track trying to make it usable before the album drop. I'm surprised he's not the one sick."

Hobi only eats half of the soup he put in the bowl, filling up quickly. The food felt uncomfortable in his stomach. "I'm finished. I'm gonna go lay down too. I want to get up early to help Joon with the song."

"Good idea. I wish I was better at songwriting so I could help." Jin admits. "Good luck."

Yoongi was a light sleeper, jolting awake when he hears the toliet seat smack against the porcelain bowl. "Aiigo..Taehyungie.." he rushed to the bathroom, slowing for a moment perplexed when he heard J-hope gagging, not Taehyung. "Hoba?"

It didn't matter which it was. He still opens the bathroom door, kneeling beside the ailing teammate. "It's okay, hyung is here.." Yoongi gently pulls Hobi's hair back with an elastic hair tie, rubbing his back.

Hobi goes to speak, but ends up burping up sick, eyes watering as the smell of his own Vomit sends his stomach whirling, pushing up mouthfuls of thick bile without breaks to breathe.

"Breathe Hoseok..you'll hurt yourself.." Yoongi urges Hobi. "Please try.."

Hobi tries to obey, but when he breaths in, his throat fills with sick, spraying it all over the toliet. He whimpers, head spinning making it hard to even keep sitting up right. "Hyung.." he whimpered, feeling himself sway despite his death grip around the toliet bowl. Yoongi wraps around him to keep him upright.

"I got you.. it's okay.." Yoongi could feel Hobi trembling in his arms as he pushes up everything he had left in his stomach, continuing to dry heave even after he had nothing left to give.

"Hoba..hoba...Hoseok-ah.... hey..you need to breathe.." Yoongi's voice was filled with panic when he feels Hobi get heavier in his arms. "Sh*t.. Hyungie! HYUNG..."

The sound of Yoongi's scream wakes up the house, Namjoon, Jin, Jimin and Taehyung rushing to see what was wrong.

"What happened Yoongi?" Jin is the first to ask, eyes widening when he sees Hobi Iimp in his arms.

"Hoba fainted.. he just..kept trying to throw up without taking a breath and then he just stopped.." Yoongi explains talking quickly, cradling the now unconscious Hobi in his arms as Hobi's body works overtime to catch up on oxygen it desperately needed.

"We can get him to a hospital if he doesn't wake up within a minute or two.. he probably just hyperventilated." Jin speaks calmly despite his heart thumping hard in his chest, eyes dilated in fear."Taehyungie, you should be in bed." Jin scolds him. "Jiminie, Joonie take him to bed. Me and Yoongi can handle this."

"No.. no let me stay until Hobi-hyung wakes up..I'm okay." Taehyung begs with tears filling his eye,ignoring the fact without the doorframe to lean on he wouldn't be able to stand. "Please..?"

"Tete..Tete, hyung.. is okay..i..I just.." Hobi tried to speak, but he was still struggling to catch his breath, continuing to pant with each word"Go..go..back.. to bed.. I'll..I'll come lay with you in a minute.." The last part came easier, sitting upright to help himself breathe easier.

"Are you sure you're okay Hoba?" Namjoon asks, looking over Hobi. "You still look pale."

"Yeah. I'm fine. I just..freaked out because I couldn't breathe which only made it worse..I'm sorry..I didn't mean to scare everyone.." Hobi bows his head, shakily making it to his feet. "I'm feeling better now.."

"I still think you should go to a hospital.." Yoongi speaks softly, breath still coming out strained.

Hobi hugs onto Yoongi. "I'm sorry I scared you.. I'm okay though. I feel sore, but I don't feel like I'll be sick anymore.."

"But what if it doesn't last? What if you do later?" Jimin frets, eyes widening with fear.

"If I do then I'll go.. until then I'll cuddle with Tete." Hobi smiles.

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