#skz sickfic

[dudadragneel]

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I hope you'll enjoy it!

This fic is based on a TikTok I saw!

THE ONLY HYUNG

Idols tend to receive tons of gifts from fans to the point where the companies issue a statement that they won't be accepting any more. But that also has to do with their safety, you never know what a sasaeng can do.

One day, Chan and Lee Know decided to go live to open some of the gifts they had recently received.

They had managed to get the staff away so they could be a little more carefree during the live, but still paying attention to what they said.

They enjoyed opening up all the presents and fan letters, some even made them tear up.

It was all going well until things unexpectedly took a turn for the worse. Before going live they had lunch and since eating Lee Know was feeling bloated, as if he ate a serving for three people.

As they went on he kept on taking his hand to his stomach and rubbing it in useless attempts to calm it down. But he kept his composure, as much as he could, the last thing he wanted was to get sick live.

Chan had picked up on Lee Know's obvious discomfort and placed a hand on his thighs, trying to comfort him without saying anything.

Lee Know tried his best to focus on his hyung's touch and the presents, but eventually, it got too much. His stomach was churning and his head started to hurt as well.

Before he even noticed he had lowered his head so it was now resting on his hand and Chan immediately stopped everything he was doing and turned his attention to Lee Know.

- hyung...I feel sick...

Chan got closer to him and started massaging his nape. He knew that if Lee Know admitted to feeling unwell, it meant it was really bad.

The staff that was monitoring the live from another room, had gone to the room where they were but before they could get in, Chan glared at them, and a single nod made them leave. He knew Lee Know wouldn't want attention right now.

- Do you want some water?

- No...I feel nauseous...

He said, bringing his hand to his stomach one more time and letting out a sigh. Chan grabbed Lee Know's hand and started rubbing it with his thumb.

- Do you wanna go to the bathroom?

- hm...I want to throw up...

- Let's go. Hyung will help you.

Chan placed his arms under Lee Know's and helped him up, being in a standing position was not something his stomach had agreed to so he lurched forward suppressing a gag with his hand.

- Hang on just a little more, okay?

He embraced his dongsaeng and guided him to the bathroom and into one of the stalls, locking the door behind them.

Usually, Lee Know would rather deal with this on his own but he acted like a dongsaeng when he was with Chan. The difference in how he acts is huge.

Lee Know bent over, hands on the edges for support, and started gagging unproductively.

He kept on rocking back and forth, spitting out saliva and retching, but whatever it was that made him feel like that was not coming up.

Chan was rubbing his back up and down, with the softest expression on his face.

- hyung...

Lee Know whined.

- I know it hurts... it'll be over soon.

Lee Know squeezed his eyes when his stomach cramped badly making him gag unproductively again.

Chan took his chance to help his dongsaeng by gently rubbing his abdomen in a circular motion.

Lee Know retched a few times before a wet burp triggered his sensitive stomach, bringing up partially digested food. Chan could swear he saw chunks of what was Lee Know's lunch from earlier and grimaced at the gross sight.

His stomach did not give him a break and before he could even breathe, it sent up a thicker stream of putrid vomit immediately followed by another making the poor boy go red from the effort and sway forward.

Chan tightened his hold on Lee Know so that the boy wouldn't fall and used his other hand to rub Lee Know's chest, trying to comfort the sick boy.

- Agh...

Lee Know groaned at the discomfort he was feeling before another bout of vomit gushed out with a wet burp, arching his back.

- You're doing good. Get everything out. It must have been the lunch. You'll feel better when it's all out of your system.

Lee Know spat out thick saliva and then his stomach gave him a break. But now his head was throbbing from the ordeal and he felt a little dizzy, like someone was squeezing his head.

- Minho-ah? Do you think you're done?

- Hyung...I need to sit down...

- Are you feeling dizzy?

- hm...

Lee Know just nodded swallowing hard. Chan carefully guided him so he was now sitting down on the floor. Thank God for the ridiculously clean bathrooms of the company.

The younger boy was kind of in a daze with how things went south in a matter of minutes, so Chan stepped up to keep on helping him, getting some toilet paper to wipe Lee Know's mouth.

- Thanks hyung...

- How are you feeling?

Chan asked sitting beside Lee Know who was resting his head on his hand again and kept on rubbing his back reassuringly.

- Sick...my stomach is churning and now my head hurts...

- Do you want to move to the studio?

- No... I feel like I'll throw up again...

- Okay. We'll stay here then. I'll be right here with you.

Chan reassured, grabbing Lee Know's hand and squeezing it.

- Agh..

Lee Know winced again...

- What is it?

- My head is throbbing....Hyung...can I rest my head on your hand?

- Of course.

Chan couldn't deny that he was taken aback by the sudden request, Lee Know being this vulnerable was a rare sight, one that was mostly only shown to Chan.

Lee Know rested his head on his hyung's hand, allowing the whole weight to be held by Chan. The pressure against his forehead miraculously helped with the throbbing pain.

Even so, Chan kept rubbing Lee Know's back, and for a while, the young boy seemed to have calmed down.

- Minho-ah, were you feeling like this before?

- Only after lunch...my stomach felt too full...

- I think it might've been the lunch.

The young boy was still resting his head on his hyung's hand when he started shivering a bit. Chan could feel Lee Know's forehead was starting to feel hot and that was an indicator that this wasn't a case of food not sitting well, it was most likely food poisoning.

- It's cold in here...

- I think you're starting to run a fever, Minho-ah. I'm pretty sure this is food poisoning.

- Great.

Lee Know said, clearly getting mad at the situation. He hated feeling sick, weak, and vulnerable but he felt safe to feel like this when he was with Chan.

The chills just wouldn't stop and his stomach was determined to get everything out.

It cramped badly again making him gag, startling Chan a bit, who was still holding the boy's head.

- Hyung...I'm gonna be sick...

He said weakly gagging again on his hand and failing to contain a bit of liquid that escaped his mouth but thankfully hit the floor and didn't get on his clothes. He already felt too weak so Chan had to help him to the toilet, holding his forehead and keeping the boy's hair away from his eyes.

Lee Know didn't even have time to think before his stomach contracted making more vomit rush up his throat. The thick wave that came out still had chunks of food, given that he had just eaten, and it triggered another wave that was followed by another one leaving him breathless.

- You're really not okay.

Chan said, somewhat impressed by how quickly his symptoms worsened, which meant that Lee Know's immune system was not in good condition.

The older boy kept on rubbing Lee Know's back and then moved to his chest when he choked, the bout that followed made food come out of his nose as well.

Fuck. He cursed inside, today just wasn't his day, and if it was really food poisoning, then this suffering would last a few days.

He straightened his back and took a deep breath in, trying to control his body, but gagged a few times before he was over the toilet one more time retching up what felt like it was yesterday's dinner.

After this bout he was dry heaving, just barely bringing up thick saliva and bile. Chan decided to flush the toilet before the stench and sight triggered Lee Know's stomach again.

- Grab my hand.

Chan offered but he didn't even need to, as Lee Know did that immediately, trying to take deep breaths to control the nausea that persisted.

- Come on, breathe with me, just like what we did that day.

Lee Know was still squeezing Chan's hand as he was guided through the breathing exercise. A few minutes after, he was more calm.

- Better?

- Yeah...

- Do you feel like you're gonna puke again?

- No...not now at least.

- Do you wanna move to the studio?

- Yeah...hyung, can you help me up? I feel dizzy...

- Sure, come on.

Chan placed his arms under Lee Know's again and lifted him, most of the boy's weight being held by his hyung.

- Let's rinse your mouth first.

While Lee Know did that, Chan wiped the sweat off his damp forehead and only then noticed that Lee Know's face was already pretty flushed because of the fever.

And the dancer couldn't deny, his whole body ached because of the fever, even Chan's hold on him hurt.

The oldest carefully guided Lee Know to his studio and lay him on the couch, covering his shivering body with a blanket and leaving a bin nearby.

- Minho-ah, hyung will go tell the manager what happened and see what we'll do okay?

- Yes...

When Chan got to the practice room, he was met with worried eyes, that were clearly asking what happened without saying a word.

- Chan-hyung, where were you?

- You were doing a live with Lee Know hyung, right?

- Yeah. Kids, gather here. Lee Know got sick, he probably has food poisoning. He threw up a couple of times and he's running a fever.

- Where is he?

- I took him to my studio, that's the place where he'd get more privacy.

At that time, their manager came into the room and upon noticing one member missing went straight to the gathered group.

- What happened? Where Lee Know-ssi?

- He got sick during the live. He threw up a few times and he's running a fever. I'm guessing it's food poisoning. Should we take him to the hospital?

- Going to the hospital can be a hassle, especially because of the possibility of encountering fans and god forbid, saesengs. Let's take him home and see if we can make him stay hydrated and fed, if in two days he doesn't manage to keep anything down, well take him.

- Okay.

- Since you have no official schedules, if you want to you can go home as well kids.

- I think Lee Know-hyung would want to keep his privacy for a while. We'll go have lunch and go back home later.

- Okay then.

The manager said, leaving the room to inform the other staff about the situation.

- Kids, can you gather Lee Know's thing for me? I'll go check on him.

- Yes, hyung.

Chan promptly left the room, worried about the sick dongsaeng in his studio. Opening the door, he found Lee Knows hunched over the couch spilling more of his stomach's content into the bin.

He went to his side, sitting on the edge of the couch, repeating the same process from earlier, holding his forehead and rubbing his back, and noticing that the fever had worsened, he could feel the heat through Lee Know's clothes.

- Hyung...it hurts...

- I know... we'll take you home in a few minutes okay?

- Okay.

- Can I dispose of this? Or are you gonna vomit again?

- I feel empty...but the nausea is still here...

- Okay.

Chan went to the bathroom and quickly returned.

- The boys gathered your things, the managed will take us home.

Lee Know stood out his arms so Chan could help him sit up and then waited a few seconds to see if he would throw up again.

- You good?

- Yeah...

- Want me to carry you?

Lee Know's face which was already red due to the fever had gotten even more red.

- Uhm...

He hummed in agreement, head down a little embarrassed. Chan just smiled fondly, even though Lee Know couldn't see.

The leader positioned himself kneeling in front of Lee Know so he could climb on his back, wrapping his arms around his hyun and burying his face.

Chan walked out of his studio and was greeted by their manager holding Lee Know's bag and a big coat which he used to cover Lee Know who was still shivering.

Thankfully their van was parked in the garage so no chance of paparazzi.

Chan settled Minho inside the car and sat beside him, pulling his head so it was resting on his shoulder.

- Manager-nim, do we have a plastic bag?

- I think we do, hold on.

The manager looked inside the glove box and found a plastic bag from one of the many grocery shopping he did with the kids, and handed it to Chan.

- If you feel sick, just let me know okay?

- hmm...

Lee Know just hummed, his fever making him sleepy and dizzy. Chan offered his hand for the sick boy to hold and he did it without hesitation. And again Chan was surprised by how hot he felt, it was high enough to mess with his breathing, and they didn't have a thermometer in the studio so he had no idea how high it was.

A few minutes into the ride home, Lee Know felt increasingly nauseous, burping wetly from time to time. Then he felt something creeping up his chest, a foul taste in his mouth.

He squeezed Chan's hand as he began to swallow convulsively, not wanting to throw up in front of their manager.

- Are you feeling nauseous again?

Lee Know just nodded, swallowing hard and then suppressing a gag, his stomach clearly mad at him for trying to swallow it down.

- Don't hold it in, Minho-ah. He's seen us sick before.

Chan reassured, not letting go of Lee Know's hand and putting the bag under his chin.

The boy helplessly ducked his head closer to the bag just in time for a wet burp to bring up a wave of putrid liquid hitting the bag. Lee Know kept squeezing Chan's hand, that was the only thing keeping him sane and grounded at the moment. Another queasy burp brought up another mouthful of vomit, and by now both he and Chan were thinking he was vomiting everything he ate during the week.

- We're almost there Lee Know-ssi.

Lee Know Just spat out some thick saliva and then just leaned his whole weight on Chan, who was holding the dirty bag, wanting to get rid of it as soon as possible, before the stench filled the car.

When they arrived at the dorms, the manager quickly got out of the car and went to Chan's side to get the bag and dispose of it.

- Minho-ah. We're home.

Chan said softly, caressing the sick boy's arm in an attempt to wake him up. Lee Know was barely conscious but he managed to move so he was sitting on the edge of the car's seat for Chan to pick him up.

- Here we go. Are you okay? Do you feel nauseous?

- No...

- Okay, I'll start moving then.

The manager carried their stuff while Chan carried a flushed face Lee Know, who also looked a little pale.

Entering the dorm, Chan sat Lee Know on the couch and the manager put their things in their bedrooms.

- Call me if you need anything, okay? I'll leave you two alone. Get better soon, Lee Know-ssi.

- Thanks, hyung.

Lee Know said before ducking his head and looking between his knees, he brought a hand to his stomach and sighed. Chan had gone to the bedroom to get Lee Know a fresh set of clothes and a thermometer.

- Let me take your temperature and then I'll help you take a bath, okay?

- yes...

Just as Chan suspected, the fever was really high 38.8°C.

- Minho-ah, we need to cool you down and we need to try to take some medicine, okay?

Just the thought of having to take a pill and most likely taste it was enough to trigger his stomach.

- hyung...

Lee Know called grabbing Chan's arm for dear life.

- bathroom...

He already felt something coming up his throat so he didn't manage to say a proper sentence.

- Come on.

Chan promptly helped his dongsaeng up, grabbed the change of clothes, and rushed to the bathroom with him.

Lee Know went straight to the toilet, vomit spewing out without much control and getting on the edges and the floor.

- Don't worry about that, hyung will clean it up.

Chan reassured placing the clothes on the sink and then going to Lee Know's side to rub his back and his chest for the nth time that day. Chan was scared at how much content was still coming out after the few rounds from earlier, he was getting afraid they'd have to take him to the hospital. As the oldest hyung, he just wanted his dongsaeng's well-being but avoiding the hospital is something everyone wanted.

As Lee Know continued to puke his guts out, Chan prepared his bath.

When he was done, Chan helped him out of his sweaty clothes and helped him into the shower, thankfully they had a bathtub because Lee Know was in no state to keep standing.

- Minho-ah, do you want hyung to wash your hair?

- please...

All this cuteness and vulnerability just showed how awful he was feeling. Chan carefully washed his hair and hoped the bath would help reduce his fever.

- Thanks, hyung

- Don't mention it. I'll let you take your bath now but I'll stay here just in case.

Lee Know slowly washed himself, the water hitting his skin making him wince from how much it stung. What usually would be a means to relax, today was almost a torture session.

When he was done, he surprisingly asked Chan for help getting dressed, and so his hyung did. He was now clean, wearing comfortable clothes and completely drained of his batteries.

- Come on, let's get you to bed. Do you feel like you're vomit again?

- No...not now...I'm tired...

- I know, let's go.

Chan cooed, wrapping his arms around Lee Know and guiding him to his bedroom. Since Lee Know shared a bedroom with another member, Chan thought it would be better for the young boy to sleep in his bedroom. That way he could keep an eye on him, and Lee Know could be more comfortable since he didn't like to show this side to the others.

Lee Know lay down on his hyung's bed and was promptly covered with a blanket by him.

- I will get you an antiemetic first and see how you'll hold up, okay? You need to put something in your stomach, water, a sports drink, soup. I'll be right back.

The poor boy's fever was so high, it was tearing up his eyes, and his head was still throbbing. He just sunk into the pillow and closed his eyes to ease some of the pain until Chan came back.

- Minho-ah. Here take these and let's wait.

- Hyung...my head is still throbbing...

- I'll sim the lights for you. let's see if the antiemetics work, then you'll try to eat something so I can give you painkillers, okay?

- Yes...

Chan stayed with Lee Know in the bedroom and within a few minutes the medication seemed to have worked.

- Do you think you can stomach some soup? Or bread? It might help better than soup actually.

- Bread...

He answered weakly, eyes half open.

Chan came back with a few slices of bread and gave them to Lee Know, who hesitantly took it.

- Just a few bites okay?

The older boy helped Lee Know to sit up on the bed, he was wearing a black hoodie and was half-covered with a blanket. Lee Know was fairly muscular but to Chan, at that moment, he looked so tiny.

He sat at the edge of the bed and stayed with Lee Know while the poor boy took small bites and slowly ate the slices.

- How do you feel? Nauseous?

- No...feels settled...for now.

- That's good.

Chan set the tray aside and placed his hand on Lee Know's forehead.

- It's still high. Let me check it.

The thermometer showed almost the same temperature from earlier, 38.5°C.

- it's still pretty high. Do you think you can stomach some pills?

- Yes...

- Take them with a sports drink, that way you won't feel the taste.

Chan quickly left and came back with the medication and the drinks. Lee Know took them and gagged but managed to swallow it. They waited a few seconds to see if he'd vomit but it didn't happen.

Lee Know was falling asleep even while sitting, so Chan carefully laid him down on the bed, placed an ice pack on his forehead, and covered him before leaving the room to eat something and get a mattress.

Then he was met with the rest of the kids who had just returned home.

- Hyung! How's Lee Know-hyung?

- He threw up again but after taking some medication, he managed to eat something. He was pretty tired so he's asleep now. He'll stay in my room for the time being, okay?

- Okay hyung.

- Let's just keep quiet. I don't want to wake him up.

They all had dinner, took a shower, and then went to do their own stuff but before telling Chan to tell Lee Know they wished he gets better soon.

Chan entered the bedroom and found Lee Know still asleep, his breathing was a bit off but it was due to the fever. He hoped the sick boy would sleep well through the night, but those prayers were not heard.

Chan checked on Lee Know one more time before going to bed himself but was woken up after 1h or so.

Lee Know was sleeping rather peacefully when his stomach decided to remind him he was going through a food poisoning process.

It started churning again, in complete turmoil making Lee Know toss and turn on the bed but no position was comfortable enough. He lay on his back and squeezed his hands in an attempt to control the urge to vomit.

It didn't work, he turned to his side and that must've been the worst decision he made that day. As soon as he turned his stomach jumped shooting up its contents way too fast, Lee Know rushed out of the room, hand covering his mouth so he wouldn't make a mess on the floor, that would be too humiliating.

He got to the bathroom, hurriedly closing the door behind him and bending over the toilet as a stream of bread mixed with stomach juice gushed out, immediately followed by another bout.

The motion of getting up so quickly and being bent over made him feel really dizzy, so before he could actually fall, he managed to sit down next to the toilet. His stomach was cramping badly, sending queasy burps repeatedly but not actually making him vomit, even though he felt like there were still things to come out.

He was starting to feel even more miserable than before, and he was sure his fever spiked again, even his clothes were hurting his skin.

He sat for a few seconds on the floor not sure of what to do, then he noticed his phone inside his hoodie pocket.

- Hyung. Can you come to the bathroom? Just need to know you're here.

Chan was already half awake when he got the message.

- Be right there.

He got up and made his way to the bathroom, but he didn't go in. He respected Lee Know's request of just being close, if the sick boy needed him inside with him, he'd say.

He sat by the door and gently ordered one of the members who had woken up to use the other bathroom, wanting to secure Lee Know's privacy as much as he could.

Chan kept hearing Lee Know retching over the toilet but never heard anything splashing in the water and he thought that maybe Lee Know had nothing else in his stomach.

But a few minutes later, he got another message.

- Hyung...come in, please...

Chan got up and politely knocked on the door, letting Lee Know know he was coming in.

Chan's heart dropped to his stomach when he saw Lee Know's state. His face was bright red from the fever that was obviously higher than before, he was sitting next to the toilet holding his stomach and with a pained expression on his face.

The leader locked the door behind him and walked up to Lee Know, grabbing his hand and feeling the heat of his skin.

- Minho-ah...

- hyung...it hurts...

Lee Know said, tears swelling up in his eyes. Chan immediately pulled him into an embrace, allowing him to break down if he needed to. It was a rare occurrence to see Lee Know cry, so whenever he needed to, Chan was always there to provide him the safe space he so much needed.

Lee Know broke down into sobs from frustration, pain, and embarrassment. Chan tightened his grip around him, gently rocking him from side to side, rubbing his back.

- It's okay. Hyung's got you.

When Lee Know finally calmed down, he kept looking down, still embarrassed by everything that was happening.

- hyung...I've been trying...but nothing's coming up...and it hurts so bad...

- Do you want hyung to help you?

- hmm.

Lee Know nodded shyly, hating to admit he was desperate for a comforting touch.

He leaned over the toilet, his stomach still cramping but only making him dry-heave and nothing came up.

Chan was by his side and rested his hand on Lee Know's abdomen and it felt heavenly for the sick boy. Because of his scar, Lee Know wasn't too comfortable with people touching his abdomen, but right now he really needed that.

- Can I press on it a bit? I think it'll help bring something up.

- please...

Lee Know pleaded, clearly done with how awful he felt, he was accepting every and any help.

Chan first started rubbing circles to soothe some of the pain and gently pressed the middle, earning a wince from Lee Know.

- I'm sorry...but it'll be over soon.

The motion seemed to be working as Lee Know started burping wetly and for a while, gagging unproductively.

Chan proceeded to press on his stomach until Lee Know retched wetly and a thick stream of putrid pale brown liquid hit the toilet water with a sickening sound, followed by another harsher one, leaving Lee Know breathless.

He coughed a few times because something got stuck in his throat, and Chan changed his approach to run his chest again as well as his back providing some comfort in the middle of the ordeal.

Another wet cough brought up small chunks of food mixing with the mess inside the bowl.

Lee Know scooted away from the toilet for a while, allowing Chan to flush it and get rid of the unsettling sight. He grabbed a few napkins to clean Lee Know's mouth and pulled the poor sick boy into his embrace so he could try to relax for a bit.

- I'm sorry hyung...

- You don't need to apologize.

- But I took over your room and now I can't even let you sleep...

- It's not your fault, Minho-yah. You had no idea you'd get food poisoning.

- What about the others?

- I made sure they'd stay away from the bathroom and my room, at least for now. I know you don't like much attention when you're sick.

- Thanks...I feel dizzy...

- It's because of the fever. Let me check your temperature again.

Chan took the thermometer from the cabinet and put it under Lee Know's arm.

- 39.1°C. It spiked.

It was obvious his fever got higher, he was looking red as a tomato, even his breathing felt hot, and despite wearing sweatpants and a hoodie he couldn't stop shivering.

- Minho-yah. Do you wanna take another shower? Or do you think you can stomach a fever reducer? If we don't get your temperature down, we'll have to go to the hospital.

As if on cue, Lee Know's stomach shot up what felt like it was the last of its contents barely giving him time to reach the toilet bowl, thankfully Chan helped him, otherwise he'd soil his clothes. The older boy gave him a glass of water so he could rinse his mouth and helped him brush his teeth.

- Thanks hyung...

- So, what do you wanna do?

- I don't wanna take another shower...my skin hurts every time something touches me.

- Then we'll try the pill again. Let's go back to the bedroom.

Chan offered a hand but Lee Know was far too exhausted to get up on his own, let alone walk.

- Come here, hyung will help you.

He put his arms under Lee Know's and carefully helped him to his feet but his legs almost instantly gave up on him.

- I'll carry you, okay?

- hmm.

Lee Know was in no state to protest, and honestly, he didn't want to. His hyung's presence and touch helped him more than Chan could imagine.

Chan hugged Lee Know and gently lifted him, one arm around his waist and the other around his legs. The image of a father carrying a son, that's how one would describe it.

He walked slowly to the bedroom, being extremely careful to not upset Lee Know's stomach, which seemed to have calmed down for a while.

He settled Lee Know on the bed and looked for a clean shirt and hoodie.

- Let's get you changed up. You sweat too much, your clothes are soaked.

Chan helped Lee know out of his hoodie and shirt and before putting on the clean ones, he wiped Lee Know's upper body, then helped him put on the new set.

- Can we take the medication now?

- Hmm

- Here, take one antiemetic and wait for a bit. Then take the fever reducer and another antiemetic.

Lee Know hesitantly took the pills from Chan's hand and contemplated for a bit, clearly afraid of vomiting again. He didn't want that, his whole body hurt because of the strain and the fever, and his throat was hurting as well, to the point his voice was raspy.

- Trust hyung, okay? You can keep it down, I know you can.

Chan reassured grabbing Lee Know's hand and started rubbing circular patterns.

Just like before, the first sip of water with the pill made him gag, but he managed to take everything.

Both he and Chan stayed sitting on the bed, waiting until Lee Know felt safe enough to lie down.

- How are you feeling? Still nauseous?

- just a bit...

- Do you wanna lay down?

- Yeah.

He lay down and Chan covered him, then lay down on the mattress next to the bed.

- Hyung...

He heard a soft whiny voice coming from above, it was Lee Know standing out his hand, after moving to the edge of the bed.

- What is it?

- Can you hold my hand?

- Of course.

Chan grabbed Lee Know's hand and just held it until he fell asleep. But he didn't let go, he knew Lee Know needed that, so he found a way of sleeping while holding his hand.

Thankfully, the medication seemed to have worked, at least for the night, because Lee Know slept until morning without any other incidents during the night.

When Chan woke up the first thing he did was check Lee Know's temperature.

- 38°C. It went down a bit, thank god.

He said quietly. Since Lee Know was in deep sleep, Chan quietly left the room to get breakfast and see the other kids.

- Good morning, hyung.

- Good morning kinds.

- How's Lee Know-hyung?

- He's still asleep. He managed to keep a few pills down yesterday, so his fever went down a bit, but it's still high.

- And you, hyung? How are you doing?

- I'm okay. He's got food poisoning, so I think we are all in the clear.

- Aren't you tired? We know you. We know you didn't get enough sleep.

- I'm doing good, kids. Don't worry about me. My concern now is getting Lee Know better.

Chan said walking to the kitchen to prepare something for him and a soup or some toast for Lee Know.

When he got back to the bedroom he found Lee Know sitting on the bed but still covered with the blanket, eyes puffy and face still red.

- Good morning.

- Good morning hyung...

Lee Know answered, voice raspy and weak, signs of a rough night.

- How are you feeling?

- Tired...

- And your stomach?

- A little nauseous but not that much...and a bit hungry.

- I made you some food. Wanna give it a try? There's soup and some toast.

- Can I try both?

- Sure, but don't force it. Take as long as you need. Want me to turn on the TV?

- Yeah.

Just like the previous night, Chan stayed in the bedroom with Lee Know as the boy slowly ate his meal. He then took the medications again and sunk into the bed, falling asleep almost immediately.

Chan left the room one more time and was met with six kids demanding him to rest. They knew Chan always took care of them, no matter what and he wouldn't say anything even if he was too tired.

- Hyung. You need to rest as well. We'll take turns.

- Thanks kids.

Chan said opening his arms to give all of them a big hug.

With that settled, Jisung was the first one to stay with Lee Know, the sick boy accepted cuddles from him and they helped him stay calm and asleep.

And just like they said, everyone took turns to stay with Lee Know and help him whenever he got sick the following days. They were some tiring 5 days for all of them, with Lee Know vomiting a few times during the day and night and his fever refusing to go lower than 37.5°C.

When the ordeal was over, they were all tired but relieved to see their dancer back to full health. Lee Know being one to not show his weak side to many, had to let go of his pride in order to get better, and deep inside he was grateful to all of them, especially his only hyung.

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Seungmin & SKZ - Argument

Seungmin was seeing red.

He had been frustrated all day. Mostly with himself to be honest. He had been off of his game all day, just feeling generally worn out.

“I’m not trying to be rude but the lyrics are right in front of you” Jisung said pointedly, only adding to Seungmin’s sour mood.

“It’s not the lyrics, Jisung” Seungmin snapped back. “It’s the rhythm. It doesn’t make sense to me. I’m getting mixed up.”

“It’s really not all that complicated” Jisung replied, his eyes rolling as he clapped the beat out twice over before dropping back to his seat, clearly too irritated to continue.

After a moment of silence Chan stepped in, realizing that the petty bickering between Jisung and Seungmin was teetering a bit too closely toward an actual argument for his liking. “Jisung, step out and get some air please” he said calmly, trying to bring the overall mood down, but, just as he suspected, Jisung was far too heated to let it go without a fight.

“If I step out, I’m going home” Jisung said, his eyes cold and still locked on Seungmin.

“He’s got a point, hyung.”

Great, just what Chan needed. An actual coup in the vocal studio at 10:00 PM.

“No offense, Seungmin, but you’re the only one who hasn’t gotten your part yet” Jeongin continued. “We’re so tired.”

Hyunjin nodded along in agreement, quickly taking the opportunity to interject. “Minho-hyung, Felix, and I have been here since noon. We didn’t have a break between dance and vocal. If we all can’t leave its only fair for the three of us to be excused.”

Seungmin glanced at Minho and Felix who kept their eyes cast down, but their expressions confirmed that they were in agreement with Hyunjin.

Of course they were.

And that’s when all hell broke loose.

“If they get to go, so do we” Jisung yelled as he sprung from his seat.

“Jisung sit down” Changbin shouted over the chaos.

“Bold of you to assume that you guys should be able to leave just because you got here a little earlier. Seems selfish…” Jeongin grumbled at Hyunjin on the other side of the room.

“Bold of you to talk to your hyung that way, Jeongin” Minho clapped, coming to Hyunjin’s defense.

“Guys, that’s enough” Chan said firmly but it fell on deaf ears.

Seungmin had heard enough.

“Shut up” he shouted, a sudden sharp pain sparking behind his eyes. “Seriously, stop it. Go home. All of you.”

The rest of the group suddenly grew silent. Seungmin was far from the most emotionally volatile member. He almost never raised his voice but when he did it was alarming to say the least.

“Seungmin” Felix started but Seungmin held up a hand.

“Just…go.” Seungmin understood that they were all tired. The dance line had a full day before vocal practice started, he knew that they must be dead on their feet. Just this vocal practice had left Seungmin exhausted.

Without another word Chan nodded to the rest of the members, who quietly grabbed their belongings and scrambled out of the room.

“I’m so sorry, Minnie” Chan said, his head hanging as he massaged his temples. “Jisung hasn’t been sleeping very well….”

Seungmin was too frustrated to listen to anything more.

“Hyung, just go home.” His tone made his mood clear.

And with that he reached into his bag for his headphones, making it clear that he was done with the conversation. He could see Chan’s lips moving, probably telling him not to stay too late, but he couldn’t bring himself to care what his hyung was saying. He just wanted to be alone and, within a few moments, his wish was granted and be was left to continue working by himself in the quiet studio.

*~*~*~*~*~

It didn’t take long until the pain behind his eyes had turned into a full blown migraine. The low lights in the studio and the backing track playing in his headphones soon became too much to deal with, but there was no way he could walk home in his current condition. And he absolutely wasn’t about to call one of his members for help. He was still beyond angry with all of them.

Instead he tossed his headphones aside, unbothered as they slid across the table and landed on the floor, and curled up in the corner on the floor, using his bag as a pillow. Was there a lounge with a couch just down the hall? Yes, yes there was. But Seungmin didn’t have nearly enough energy to get himself there. The floor would be just fine as long as he could close his eyes for a few hours.

*~*~*~*~*~

Then next morning came early which was absolutely not surprising to Seungmin. There was only so much rest he could get on the hard floor but he had hoped that it would be enough to shake his bothersome migraine. Unfortunately, it seemed to have the opposite effect. On top of his migraine his entire body ached, the pain exacerbated by the chills running through his body.

After a slow stretch in an attempt to regain some sensation in his arms and legs he stood up and checked his phone for the time.

5:00 AM.

Well shit.

Chan would be up any minute and would be on his way to bust the studio door down when he found that Seungmin hadn’t come home. Grabbing his bag he resolved to take a fast walk home, hoping to get there before Chan woke for the day.

*~*~*~*~*~

Much to Seungmin’s surprise it was quiet when he arrived home. He glanced at the table and noticed a note from Chan:

No practice til noon tomorrow. Try and sleep in - BC

Seungmin felt the tension in his shoulders dissipated, relieved that he’d have a few hours to rest before dance practice today. After the feud that erupted the prior night Seungmin held out no hope that Minho would go easy on them.

Not wanting to waste another moment Seungmin slipped into his room, quickly changing into his pajamas while being careful not to wake any of his sleeping roommates. A few hours of sleep before leaving again would be better than none at all.

*~*~*~*~*~

He felt like he had just closed his eyes. There was no way that hours had passed. Even minutes would be generous. It couldn’t have been more than second.

Yet Hyunjin was standing in the doorway dressed and ready to go.

“Seungmin you’ve gotta get up. Jisung will lose his shit if he finds out you’re still sleeping” Hyunjin said sympathetically. Seungmin couldn’t help to feel a little guilty about how mad he still was with his members, but his thoughts were immediately redirected to the pain in every inch of his body. Somehow it seemed to have gotten worse than it had been this morning, something that Seungmin didn’t seem to think was possible.

“Okay, I’m getting up” Seungmin said as he swung his legs over the bed, forcing himself to sit up. His stomach lurched at the movement, the pain in his head so intense that it was making him nauseous. Unfortunately for him, however, he didn’t have time to do anything about any of it.

He knew he’d be in for a rough day.

*~*~*~*~*~

Practice was tense, just as Seungmin had anticipated. They had all taken the opportunity to get some much needed sleep that morning but that left them with no time to discuss what had happened the previous night.

Seungmin muddled through song after song, doing his best not to draw any attention to himself, but he could feel the pain wracking his body growing worse by the minute.

He made it half way through their run through of Domino before he hit the wall.

“Hyung” Seungmin called out weakly, hoping to get Minho’s attention but the music was too loud and he could hardly get his voice above a whisper.

Then his feet stopped moving. Despite his best efforts to keep up with the music his feet felt cemented to the ground. Before he could give it a further thought he felt a body crash into his, sending both of them to the floor and, just like that, Seungmin vomited on the floor in front of him. For just a second he couldn’t help but notice how much better he felt after getting sick, but that feeling was short lived as he was overcome with a sudden sense of absolute exhaustion followed by darkness.

*~*~*~*~*~

“Jisung sit down, please.”

That was Minho’s voice. Or maybe Chan’s? But maybe Changbin?

Seungmin’s head felt foggy as he came to.

“Sit your ass down, Jisung-ah. And get the ice back on that bump. Hyunjin didn’t run across the building to get it for you for his health.”

Well that was definitely Minho’s voice.

“Hey, there you are.” Felix’s soft voice and face came into focus simultaneously. “Take your time opening your eyes, okay?”

Chan immediately joined Felix on the floor when he saw Seungmin stir. “What happened, Seungmin?” Seungmin could hear the stress in Chan’s voice despite his best efforts to mask it.

“I think I fell…” Seungmin said, trying to remember exactly how he had ended up on the floor but coming up with nothing. “Yeah I fell I guess.”

Chan and Felix exchanged a knowing glance before Chan turned back to Seungmin. “I think you did a little more than fall, Minnie. You froze during the run through and Jisung backed into you.”

Neither Chan or Felix could miss the look of confusion and pain on Jisung’s face.

“Jisung knocked you over and then you got sick and passed out” Felix added, trying to jog Seungmin’s memory.

“I’m sorry…I can clean it up” Seungmin responded before making an attempt to sit up only to find resistance from Chan’s hand on his chest.

“Don’t try to get up. You’re really sick. When did you start feeling unwell?” Chan’s tone was serious in a way that made Seungmin guilty for having been so upset with them all just a few minutes ago. He tried to respond but only a sob came out.

Just then a cold hand grabbed his and squeezed it.

“I’m so sorry. Last night. There’s no excuse” Jisung said, a tear falling down his cheek.

“It’s okay, water under the bridge” Seungmin replied, squeezing Jisung’s hand a little tighter, trying to warm it up a little. “I hate to say it, but…karma?” The room erupted with laughter at that comment, even Jisung couldn’t help but let out a chuckle despite the joke being at his expense.

“Yeah, turns out the floor is hard when you fall and whack your head on it” Jisung responded with a smile. “Who knew?”

After taking a few more minutes to get his bearings Chan sat down next to Seungmin again, setting a palm on his forehead. “All jokes aside, Minnie, you need to be in bed. Let’s get going.” Chan and Jeongin helped Seungmin to his feet, the woozy feeling that Seungmin had been feeling all day slowly creeping back.

“You’re going to bed when we get home, understood?” Minho said to Seungmin as he grabbed his bag off the floor. Seungmin responded with a silent nod, honestly too exhausted and sick to even consider doing anything but sleep. “And you too, Humpty Dumpty. Straight to bed.”

Jisung blushed but nodded in response, still holding the bag if ice to the side of his head. And with that, any hard feelings that Seungmin was still feeling from last night disappeared as they locked up the dance studio behind them.

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[blossomwritesthings]

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 & 𝐢𝐜𝐞

pairing: changbin x fem!reader (afab)

genre: sick!fic. idol!changbin. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. slightly suggestive. reader pov. established relationship.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. mild thematic elements. reader gets hurt while at the gym. changbin wants to help her. :( angst with fluff included. pet names (affectionately). slightly suggestive towards the end, spicy things fade into black. brief mentions of changbin fantasizing about reader while they're at the gym.

word count: 2.1k

summary: you never expected to find yourself in the gym late at night with your boyfriend changbin. but then again, you never expected that you'd get injured either.

a/n: lmao I said I was gonna write this like, 2 months ago, but here I am... I got sidetracked with other projects sksk 💀 I literally cannot resist the urge to not make things with changbin sexual even just a LITTLE bit, he's like... so hot to me??? 🥵 anyways- STREAM 5 STAR BITCHES, THE QUEEN IS ALMOST HERE!!!

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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sɪᴛᴇs (ᴛʜɪs ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs). © ʙʟᴏssᴏᴍᴡʀɪᴛᴇsᴛʜɪɴɢs ⤐ ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ

When you agreed to start working out with your boyfriend Changbin, you didn’t expect him to take your words so seriously. 

 But there you were, sitting at a machine at the gym that was made to target your biceps. You were lifting thirty pounds, much to Changbin’s delight. 

 He was standing beside you, clapping his hands gleefully and spurring you on as you finished your third set of the night. “You got this, babe! I knew you could do thirty!” He exclaimed happily as soon as you were finished. 

 You used the towel that was wrapped around your neck to dab at the sweat that was trickling down the side of your cheeks. Staring up at him, you flashed a playful grin. “Yeah, but I can do a lot more than that.” 

 “Woah there,” Changbin started, placing a hand on your damp shoulder. “Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves… You just started a few weeks ago, I’m not about to have you get injured under my watch.” 

 You rolled your eyes at him as you took a long drag from your ice-cold water bottle. “Please- I’m a lot more competent than you think, baby.” Your eyes darted around the gym’s weight room. Since it was so late in the night, it was pretty clear of patrons. Changbin liked to go so late at night because it was quiet and allowed him to focus on his workouts without being distracted by others. That, and because his busy schedule with Stray Kids didn’t allow him to hit the gym until late into the evening. 

 “I never said you weren’t competent, darling,” Changbin muttered, just as he leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss to the top of your head. “Just that you have to take these things slowly- building up endurance takes a while, yeah?” 

 You pulled away from his form, noticing the way that his midnight-black fringe stuck to his sweaty forehead. If you were being entirely honest, you hadn’t been that interested in the working out part when you agreed to attend the gym with your boyfriend. For the most part, you were going because you wanted to get a glimpse of who he was at his core - Changbin had been engrossed in the gym setting for so many years - and long before you even knew him. He had always been quite obsessed with working out, so you wanted to learn more about that particular side of him. 

 Also, it helped that he looked super hot while working out… 

 Drenched in sweat, 

 Muscles straining, 

 Breath coming out ragged and- 

As soon as your mind started to wander to such darker parts of your psyche, you quickly snapped yourself out of your daze. There was no point in pondering over such things while out in the open - especially for Changbin to see. You wanted him to think that you were attending the gym purely to get fitter, not to ogle him up and down all night. 

 That’s when a genius idea came into the forefront of your mind. 

 You could tell Changbin was very proud of your willingness to push yourself in your workouts. But you wanted to show him that you could do more than just that. 

 So when he had his back turned to you, as he was busy preparing another set of weights on his barbell, you took to your machine again, raising the weight substantially. You had never tried lifting more than thirty pounds, but you didn’t think fifty would be that much of a difference. 

 You wanted to make Changbin proud. You wanted him to applaud you for your strength and drive. 

 Sucking in a deep breath between your clenched teeth, you began your next set. Immediately, you felt the extra pounds. But at first, it didn’t seem too difficult for you to handle. 

 As you counted down the numbers in your set, you began to feel the strain of the weight as you began to struggle to pull the machine up with either of your hands. It wasn’t until you neared the end of your set, muscles completely fatigued, that a sharp pain shot out from your right bicep, coursing down the entire length of your arm. 

 Crying out in distress, you dropped the weights, doubling over and holding onto your arm for dear life. The discomfort was agonizing, beginning to overtake your mind in an instant in a haze of cloudiness. 

 It wasn’t until a thick hand was landing on one of your shoulders, shaking you out of your trance of misery that you peered up to see a wide-eyed Changbin. 

 “B-Baby, what happened?” He asked frantically, gaze searching your face that was crumpled up in hurt. Then his focus landed on the machine you were on, and the weight that you had set for yourself. Immediately, his eyes narrowed as he turned his attention back to you. “Sweetheart, did you try to lift more than you’ve trained for?” 

 The embarrassment was beginning to mix in with the pain, growing inside your stomach and reaching up the column of your neck until the heat of it pulled in your cheeks. You moved your head away from him entirely, your heart racing against your ribcage from the burning feeling that was swimming through the veins of your right arm. 

 When you didn’t answer him, you felt a hand fit underneath your jaw, warm fingers gently clutching at your chin and forcing your gaze back on him. “Answer me, baby. Did you go against my rules?” He had already told you time and time again not to push yourself, and not to raise the weight too much before your muscles were fully prepared to take on more strain. But, of course, the one time you didn't listen to him, you got hurt. 

 Tears were already pushing up and out of the corners of your eyes, blurring your vision in a mist of despair and embarrassment, “I’m sorry, Bin- I didn’t-” You began to cry out, but were quickly cut off by Changbin moving around you to take a look at your arm. 

 Your palm was still clamped around your bicep, but he managed to slowly pry it off, taking a long look at everything. After a few moments, he was sighing deeply and shaking his head in disappointment, rising from the crouching position he had previously taken. “It looks like you pulled a muscle in your bicep.” 

 Then he was helping you out of the machine’s plastic-lined chair, fitting a muscular arm around your waist and holding you close to him as he began to make his way through the empty gym. 

 “Where are we going?” You asked, panic catching in your neck and forming a lump in your throat as your mind raced with a million different thoughts. “I’m not going to the hospital-”

 “I’m not taking you to the hospital, Y/N. I’m taking you home.” Changbin replied, voice gruff and low as he picked up the two duffle bags that you guys always brought along with you to your workouts. You took a quick peek at his face as he slowly shuffled the two of you out of the gym and to his car. 

 And he did not look happy. 

 In fact, he looked royally pissed off. 

An hour later, you were laying atop your soft downy mattress, with Changbin at your side, pressing an ice pack to your arm. He had made you dinner as soon as you got home, which consisted of some scrambled eggs and a piece of raspberry-jammed toast before he forced you to take a few pills of ibuprofen to help with the swelling and discomfort. 

 “I can ice my injury, Bin.” You mumbled in a quiet voice. The tv in your bedroom was on, flashing brightly as some random game show was playing so late at night. The volume was turned down low, the soft buzz of it dancing around the room. 

 Other than that, no other sound could be heard. 

 Changbin had been relatively silent ever since your accident in the gym. 

 It was like he was stewing. 

 The anger building up inside of him. 

And just the sight alone, of him sitting there next to you on the bed, helping you with the ice pack, caused your stomach to turn anxiously. 

 When he didn’t stop assisting you, you took matters into your own hands by grabbing the pack out of his hold and using one of your palms to hold it close to your arm. Your other hand was busy finding Changbin’s hand, fingers slotting between fingers and squeezing there. 

 That made him look up at you, leveling those dark, stormy eyes your way.

 “Please, don’t be mad at me… I-I just wanted to make you proud, show you how much I’m capable of.” You said, squeezing his hand again and offering him a tiny, reassuring smile. 

 At that, his expression instantly melted. The furrowed brows and thinly pressed lips turned into warm eyes and flushed cheeks. “Baby- I’m not mad at you.” He whispered, leaning into your form and giving your lips a gentle kiss. “I’m angry at myself… for walking away from you and allowing you to handle the lifting on your own when I know that you’re still so new to these kinds of things.” 

 You frowned at him, giving him another peck on the mouth before moving away slightly. “But, this isn’t your fault, babe. I was the one who decided to increase the weight. It’s entirely on me that I pulled a muscle.” 

 Changbin offered you a grimace, shaking his head slowly before his mouth was moving and he gave the tip of your nose a delicate kiss. “Let’s just say that the fault was both of ours, yeah?” He gave either of your cheeks soft pecks, lips feeling like the touch of a faerie’s wing against your skin. “And I never want you to think that you have to prove yourself to me, princess. You’re wonderful and beautiful just the way you are right now… and no amount of weight you can lift is going to change that.” 

 You nuzzled into his warm neck, breathing in the scent of sweat and aftershave on his flesh. With light fingers carding into his hair, you gazed up at him with a racing heart and reddened cheeks as you said, “But… I’m not just going to the gym to learn how to lift, Binnie.” 

 “Oh? I thought you wanted to learn from the grand master of the gym?” He asked, wiggling his dark brows playfully as a grin began to spread across his perfect, rosy lips. 

 Reaching out, you traced a finger around the line of his mouth, reveling in the way that he shivered against you from the intimate contact. “No… I’m also there to see you,” you mused in a quiet voice, eyes meeting his as you tilted in close to him. Not enough that you were kissing yet, but that you could feel his warm breath fan against your face at the nearness. “To watch you in your true element, and… to witness how fucking sexy you are when you’re working out.” 

 Already, a wide, devilish smirk was spreading across his mouth, as Changbin’s arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you ever closer to his body that seemed to constantly radiate a familiar, comforting kind of heat. “Well, I’ll have you know that you’re also incredibly hot when you’re in the gym… all breathless and flushed,” his voice faded off into a low growl, as his fingers dug into the skin at your hips. Mouth hovering just over yours, lips coming close to yours once more. “And so many times I’ll get a glimpse of you in those tight little workout outfits that you like to wear and I just- I want to forget about all of my routines and plans, and just bend you over right then and there and-”

 You were silencing him with a passionate kiss in the next instant, loving the way that he all but moaned into your mouth from the fierceness of your touch. Your lips moved against each other’s perfectly, as Changbin hauled you over himself so that you were comfortably seated in his lap.  

 When you yanked away from the kiss to catch your breath, mind running with a million different swarthy thoughts, you flashed him a sly grin. “Well, at least my arm is the only thing that’s strained…” Your words faded off, as one of Changbin’s thick hands fit behind your neck, drawing you back to him. 

 Back to his mouth and his familiar taste. 

 Back to the familiarity of his strong arms wrapped around your hips, keeping you near as he began to work your troubles away - as he began to help you forget all about your pain from the injury. 

 Because just then, all you could focus on was him. And his beautiful, shining face just below you, and the way that he held you, and the way that his body felt against you. 

 And it was all so perfect and comforting. 

 And definitely a lot better than a fucking ice pack. 

Fin.

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[slayonehundredninetytwo]

i think i have one request, what about a sick jisung with the flu who has to miss the new year's eve party almost everyone is attending except for minho who chose to stay and welcome the new year with him even if it's just in his bed with tissues and maybe a bucket by his side, watching some kind of romcom until the fireworks light up the sky

(Set in the old dorms)

“You guys can go without me. Really, I’ll be okay here. It’s just a little cold anyway. I’ll probably just sleep the night away, you don’t have to waste your new year on me.”

“Okay, if you’re sure. But make sure you take you take you medicine and drink lots of water. The flu is no joke.” Chan said. “Okay?”

“Okay.” Jisung nodded.

“Promise?” 

“I promise.” he said, hooking pinkies with Chan, before ducking into his elbow to let out a harsh cough. 

“You guys have fun without me, alright?” Jisung said, parting ways with Chan. 

Jisung flopped onto his bed. He stayed there peacefully, but that peace didn’t last long, as he felt bile rising in his throat. Since the rest of his members were distracted getting ready to go, he slipped off to the bathroom, hoping to be able to be sick alone. He fell in front of the toilet, barely having time to open the lid before letting out a wet belch, a fountain of the little he’s eaten today spewing out painfully. The acidity burned his already sore throat. Tears spilled down his face, mixing with the remnants of vomit splashed on his face.

When he finally got a break, he leaned back against the wall, hearing a knock on the door.

Shit, he’s been caught.  He really didn’t want any of his members with him right now. He can handle his own.

“Hannie, can I come in?” Minho. Jisung has a soft spot for Minho. Maybe he can let him in. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to have Minho take care of him.

He scooted himself to the door, quickly reaching up to unlock it. He scurried back to the toilet, feeling the second wave of vomit on its way up. Minho opened the door just as Jisung lost whatever was left in his stomach.

He cringed in sympathy, dropping to his knees and rubbing jisung’s sweaty back who instantly leaned into his touch. 

It didn’t take long before he had run out of stomach contents to bring up and was left dry heaving over the tainted water, occasionally coughing.

“Hannie I think you’re empty.” Minho stood, grabbing one of the little paper cups by the sink usually used to wash their mouths with water after brushing their teeth and filling it with water. He handed it to jisung who swirled the water around in his mouth before spitting it out, hoping to get rid of the foul taste left in his mouth. Minho took the cup and refilled it, passing it back to Jisung. 

“Drink it this time.”

Jisung complied of course.

“I’m going to stay back with you.”

“Nooo.” Jisung whined, laying his face on the toilet seat, almost blending in with the porcelain with how white his face was. In truth, Jisung wanted Minho to stay back. But he would never admit that.

“Okay Ji. Couch or bed?”

“Couch.”

He helped Jisung to get comfy on the couch, setting him up with a bucket and a box of tissues. Once he was all situated, Minho went to inform Chan that he was going to stay back, who was relieved that Jisung wouldn’t be alone all night while sick. He waved the rest of the group goodbye before voyaging back to the living room, the quiet hun of hans snores, who had fallen asleep sitting up. Minho sat down carefully onto the couch as to not wake the sleepy quokka. Jisung leaned into Minho’s warmth, feeling chilly from his fever. Minho cozied up under the blanket with him, placing his hand on Han’s forehead lightly, unsurprised at how warm he felt. Jisung rested his head against Minho’s shoulder. 

The next time the pair woke up was just about midnight, just in time to see the fire works. The colors bursted in the sky beautifully. Luckily, they’re dorms are far away that it’s not crazy loud and the just get to enjoy the colorful show. 

Although it was pretty, Han felt his stomach stirring. He urgently grabbed the bucket off the floor and put it between his legs, quickly drawing Minho’s attention from the fireworks display. He felt his hands combing through his hair, the sensation immediately relaxing him. The gagging was painful, his stomach had nothing left to give, it was turning inside out to try and find something to send up. Somehow, this was ten times worse than really throwing up. When his stomach did manage to bring something, it burned through his whole body, mostly containing bile and the little water he had drunk earlier. 

When he was finished, he practically collapsed back into the couch, strings of saliva still hanging from his chin. Almost immediately breaking out in a coughing fit. Minho grabbed a tissue and started to clean him up.

“‘Went out my nose. :(“

“Here, blow.” Minho held the tissue to Han’s nose, who (all though he found it kinda awkward and gross to do so) did as commanded and blew. Minho didn’t seem to find it awkward at all. 

Once they had settled back down, Minho carried Jisung (who was only about half asleep and probably could have walked himself, but wanted to be carried, like a child.) bridal style back to bed. He went to exit the room to his own bed for the night but was stopped by a shrill sickly voice.

“Can you stay?”

Minho smirked, “Oh so you’re awake now.”

“Shhh, just come cuddle with me.”

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[whats-k-popping]

sick han with prompts 1, 31, 81 and caretaker chan?

Remember back in July when I opened requests for this prompt list?? I'm so so sorry it's taken me this long to finish! But I hope this anon is still around! Thanks for requesting it. Despite the long time it took me to finish, I really did enjoy writing for Stray Kids. While I really enjoy them, it's the first time writing them. I hope the characterization is decent.

Pairing: Chan x Han - platonic intentions but read as you want.

Prompts: "You're burning up" || "Hey, are you still with me?" || Holding your hair as you're vomiting into the toilet. You keep apologizing, but seriously I don't mind.

Words: 2197

Warnings: Fever || Emeto || Graphic Descriptions of illness || Slight Angst

Jisung's been staring at the same piece of paper for hours now. He holds his head in his hands as he watches the words blur together, swimming around whatever percentage of his vision hasn't been plagued with floating black spots.

He promised Chan he would finish these lyrics, but he hasn't been struck with a single ounce of inspiration. And he's been re-reading the draft for so long that the words he's already written hardly make sense anymore. As much as it pains him to admit, he's not going to be able to finish it. 

Chan is sitting at his desk, while Jisung's sitting cross-legged on the floor. It's amazing, Jisung thinks, just how focused and dedicated his leader is. It's nearly 2 AM, and they've been holed up in this studio trying to finish this song since 6 PM. Chan hasn't complained once. He hasn't so much as stopped for a bathroom break, still clicking away on his laptop. Meanwhile, Jisung is putting all his energy into making the words on the paper stay still. It's just not fair. 

Eventually, the swirling syllables make his head pound and his stomach roll. He suddenly feels like he's on a boat in the middle of the ocean during a tropical storm. If he so much as glances back at that paper, he's going to lose his dinner. So he pushes the pages aside. 

The rapid fluttering of the paper startles Chan, who turns and looks at the youngest producer for the first time in hours. He looks confused, "You good?" 

Jisung nods, one up and down motion because anymore may make him dizzier than he already is. "I just need a little break. Been staring at the same thing for too long. It's starting to look like gibberish." 

Chan smirks, knowing he's been there before. He glances at the time and is shocked at just how much time has passed. Working until the early hours of the morning is nothing new for him, but usually Jisung calls a quits around midnight. Especially if they have early schedules the next day. 

The leader walks over to the younger member and drapes a blanket over his shoulders, "Take a rest. It might help refresh your mind." 

Jisung only protests for a moment before he rests his head against his folded arms. The blanket brings him a warmth he didn't realize that he was missing,  "Wake me in 30 minutes." He requests before quickly succumbing to the exhaustion. 

30 minutes passes like seconds to Chan, never an expert at keeping time when in the production zone. He falls so deep into the track he's working on that he forgets Jisung is even in the room with him. He's reminded when the young rapper lets out a whine loud enough to break through the leader's headphones.

Chan turns his chair to look at Jisung, who is still curled over the table asleep. Despite the whine that alerted him, he seems rather peaceful. So the leader assumes that it was just Jisung talking in his sleep. He's no stranger to the younger mumbling weird and random things in his sleep. 

He spares a glance at the clock and finds that two hours passed in the blink of an eye. It's after 4 now and Chan thinks maybe it's time the two of them head back to the dorm. Before Jisung wakes up with an awful cramp in his neck and an ache in his lower back. They have dance practice in the afternoon, and Chan knows Minho will not shy away from scolding him if Jisung's not in his best condition. 

Making sure he's triple saved his work, he shuts down his station and slides himself beside the sleeping rapper. As he scoots a little closer, he notices that Jisung's face is glistening with sweat. And his skin is noticeably pale even under the dimmed studio lighting. Weird, he thinks, Jisung seemed fine when they were working earlier. He presses one hand against Jisung's forehead and the other against his own. Jisung's skin is blazing compared to his. 

When Chan pulls his hand away, Jisung subconsciously follows. And when he can't find the cool hand anymore, he blinks himself awake with a quivering pout. His eyes eventually settle on Chan's figure beside him and he whines. "Hyung, where'd the cold go?" He slurs the words together, it's nearly indecipherable. 

Chan quickly realizes what Jisung wants and holds his hand back out for the rapper. Jisung takes the hands and holds it close to his face like a stuffed animal, nuzzling his cheek into the leader's palm. "Feels nice." He mumbles, nearly falling asleep again. "I feel funny," he admits.

"I'd bet you do," Chan uses his other hand to play with the rapper's sweaty strands of hair, "You're burning up." 

Jisung shakes his head, and Chan feels it in both of his hands more than he sees it happening. "No, not that. My tummy." He whines, "my tummy feels funny." 

At that, Chan moves the hand from Jisung's hair and presses it over his stomach area. He finds the rapper's middle swollen. And he can feel the organ gurgling angrily through the fabric of Jisung's shirt. "Oh, Hannie." Chan comforts. "You must've caught some kind of bug. Poor thing." He rubs the younger’s stomach, trying to relieve some of the pressure. 

Jisung leans into the touch longingly, inching himself closer to Chan. "Hyung, ‘m sorry," he whines, "I don't think I can finish the lyrics tonight." The words fall out of Jisung's mouth like an afterthought, a similar slur to his sleep talking voice. 

Chan clicks his tongue. In all honestly, Chan had even forgotten about the lyrics and deadlines and group responsibilities. His sole priority right now is Jisung's health. “Don’t worry about that right now, Sungie.” he reminds in a soft voice as he strokes through Jisung’s sweaty hair. “Let’s just get you back to the dorm.”

What’s usually a simple task seems impossible. Jisung is so out of it, he can’t even force himself to stand on his own. Chan has to pull him up by the armpits. And even once he’s on his feet, Jisung sways a little before his head falls against Chan’s shoulder. “Hey,” he nudges the younger, “Are you still with me?” he panics, thinking Jisung had passed out on him. At this point, he’s thinking of skipping the dorm altogether and going right to the hospital. Jisung’s gotten too sick too quickly. 

When he feels Jisung nod his head against his chest, he relaxes a bit, just relieved that his dongsaeng is still conscious. He does his best to keep Jisung engaged while he thinks up a plan to get them back to the dorm. Walking doesn’t seem like a reliable option. 

While Chan comes to terms with the fact that he’s going to have to carry his sick member home, Jisung pushes Chan away with a force the leader didn’t know he still had. Jisung’s eyes widen and he lets out a wet hiccup. Clamping a hand over his mouth, Jisung runs out of the studio. Chan doesn’t have time to question the newfound burst of energy as he bolts after him. He follows him into the bathroom and into the largest stall at the far end. Jisung doesn’t even try to waste time locking the door. There are no obstacles in Chan’s way, which he greatly appreciates. 

Jisung bends at the waist over the clean bowl, stomach contents immediately slip between his finger tips, staining the seat and the walls. Some droplets splatter on the floor in front of him. He removes his now vomit soaked hand and uses it to grip the side of the bowl, mirroring his other hand. For a second, they are the only thing keeping him from smacking his head against the porcelain. But two hands support him quickly, one on his waist and the other on his shoulder. Jisung doesn’t have the mental bandwidth to resist as they guide him into a kneeling position. It’s probably for the best. His legs have nothing left after his sprint from the studio.

“Okay, okay,” Chan soothes. “I’ve got you.” 

Jisung just shakes his head, tears streaming down his cheeks as he continues to heave into the toilet. He has so many things he wants to say, but he can’t get a syllable out between gags. It’s warm and it burns his throat. The taste left behind just makes him more nauseous. When he sniffles, the sting of vomit burns the back of his nose. It’s a miserable experience. 

Strands of Jisung’s longer hair dangle in front of his face, frequently getting caught up in the sick pouring from his mouth. Chan does his best to pull them back, but every time he thinks he has them all one strand falls loose and dangles around the younger's mouth. It's a never ending cycle of carding and tugging at Jisung's hair. Chan even gets remnants of vomit on his hands in the process. But he manages to hold back the grimaces of disgust to spare Jisung's feelings. 

Jisung momentarily loses his sense of awareness to his surroundings. The only thing he can think about is the eruption of mostly digested food, stomach acid and bile pouring out of him. Every time he thinks it's over, he's starting again before he can even get in a decent breath. After 10 agonizing minutes, Jisung finally catches a break. He's able to take a deep breath that doesn't trigger a wave of nausea and assumes his whole body is empty. There's a hollow feeling in his abdomen and he briefly wonders if he's actually thrown up all of his organs in the midst of it all. 

He's shocked into reality when present company tugs at his hair, jostling his whole head. He's got a headache now, and that didn't help. He looks at the offending individual with as much malice as he can muster. It's a mere 2% intimidating. 

"Do you feel a bit better now that you've gotten it all out?" Chan asks, so gentle and kind and hand still clamped to the back of Jisung's head. He doesn't look mad. 

Jisung can't understand why he isn't. He sniffles, trying to ward off a new wave of tears. He's not sure why he's crying now. Maybe it's shame, or guilt. It could be the headache. It's probably the fever. But there's a lot going on. Jisung is overstimulated by his own emotions. It pours out of him like a fountain. "I'm sorry, hyung!" He whimpers. 

"I'm sorry for being so gross. I didn't mean to. And you had to stay with me." 

"Hannie-" 

"And I missed the toilet a bit. I made a mess here. And some of it got on you. I'm so sorry," 

"Han, it's-" 

"What if you get sick now? How will we get work done?" Jisung's eyes widen, "and I didn't finish the lyrics like I promised. I'm sorry, hyung! I tried. And you couldn't finish your work either. You stopped to take care of me." 

"Han Jisung!" Chan tried a third time in a more demanding tone. It startled the younger rapper, which Chan feels bad about. His dongsaeng needs comfort. Not scoldings. But it did finally got him to stop rambling. He softens his tone quickly. "You don't need to apologize for anything, alright?" He assures. 

Jisung just continues looking at him, still too stunned by his hyung's authoritative tone to react. 

"Everybody gets sick sometimes. It's out of our control. It's my job, as your leader and your hyung to take care of you when you need it. So I need you to let you me. And don't worry about work or the deadlines. I know you're doing your best with the lyrics. And they will still be there when you're feeling ready to finish them. But for now you need to focus on your health and getting better. Do you understand?" Jisung nods. "Good, now. How are you feeling? Any better than earlier?" 

Jisung shakes his head this time. "My tummy feels empty now. But I have a headache, and I'm really really cold." He admits, "Hyung, I just wanna go home." 

"That's my Hannie," Chan smiles, petting the younger man's hair. "Let's get you home. I'll get you two days off schedules so you can rest up. How does that sound?" 

Jisung smiles a bit. Chan thinks it's the smallest smile he's ever seen in his life. "Thank you, hyung" 

"You're welcome Sungie." He helps the younger to stand up and guides him out of the bathroom. He asks Jisung to wait on a hallway bench while he calls Changbin. It's nearly 5 AM now, and the third 3racha member is probably waking up to get ready for his morning workout. Probably the only member ever willingly awake this early, besides the ones who don't sleep.

While they wait for their fellow producer, Jisung bobs in and out of sleep leaning against the bathroom wall. Chan's taken to cleaning the mess that became of the stall without complaint. Because that's just what hyungs do.

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A/N: The ending feels a little rushed to me. I always feel like I want to keep writing until the sickie feels better, but that would be a super long fic. So I apologize for the abrupt ending.

As always, thanks for reading to the end! I really appreciate each and every one of you who make it this far! Feedback is always appreciated. And please let me know if I missed any tags or TWs. Please call me out for any errors you notice!

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[pips-fics]

ask: i have a request for one where han gets nauseous and sick while 3racha were recording and chan and changbin comfort him. thanks so much!

this is a submission for @monthofsick day 6!

tw: vomiting

worse at night ––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––

recording had been going well all day - the group was cruising through songs for their next album at record speed. they were in such great shape that it looked like they might even be able to have their comeback early. to congratulate themselves and regain a bit of energy, the members of 3racha grabbed a bit to eat before returning to the studio around 9 pm to finish up some post-production work for a few hours.

as they walked back to the studio, changbin noticed that jisung had boxed up almost his entire meal. he’d known that the younger man had been enduring a headache all day, but he’d assumed it had gotten better as jisung had seemed in high spirits throughout the day. now he was notably dragging his feet.

changbin kept a close eye on him as they settled back in and was relieved when jisung regained a bit of color and pep after sitting down and having some water. changbin wrote it off as dehydration, which was alarmingly common for the youngest member of 3racha, and made sure to encourage him to drink more throughout the next hour and a half. by 11 o’clock, they were all tired and had drifted into their own little worlds, ironing out some lyrics and nitpicking each other’s edits. changbin was thinking about calling it when a quiet and unsteady voice broke the silence.

“hyung,” jisung’s voice wavered. changbin’s head whipped towards him, and chan’s did the same next to him. “i think i should go home.”

that much was evident even without it being vocalized. within 30 minutes, jisung had gone from looking like a guy with a moderately bad headache to sweating enough that the studio lights glistened off of the side of his washed-out face.

“what happened?” chan asked. jisung shrugged. the combination of flushed cheeks and heavily bagged eyes made him look both very young and much older than he really was. changbin couldn’t stop himself from placing his forehead on jisung’s head, just to confirm the near-surety that he had a fever

“i just started feeling worse the later it got.” he slumped forward on the desk in front of him, breaths coming deep and slow and erratic. changbin watched jisung’s hand drift to his stomach and made eye contact with chan. these were, unfortunately, not unfamiliar gestures to either of them.

“your stomach’s acting up?” chan asked, only to earn himself another shrug.

“jisungie, do you think you’re gonna throw up?” changbin was reaching for the trash can beside the desk even as jisung robotically shook his head. mere seconds later, he ducked his head under the desk with a heady belch that escalated into an aborted heave. 

“fuuuuuuuck,” jisung groaned, reluctantly accepting the receptacle that changbin practically pushed into his hands. “i feel so sick all of a sudden, i don’t know urk!” he lurched over the trash can, only to expel air. “don’t know what happened.”

chan and changbin watched helplessly as jisung’s thin frame jolted forward with multiple aborted heaves, not knowing whether to offer a comforting touch or give him space.

“you guys can leave,” jisung choked out. “you don’t need to, uh…” his body drifted dizzily from side to side as if he was having trouble holding himself upright until chan placed two hands on his shoulders to steady him.

“don’t worry about us, sung, just focus on yourself for now, yeah?”

changbin nodded. “we’ll stick with you until you’re okay to head back home.”

for a moment, jisung’s face was open, vulnerable, and grateful. he leaned into chan’s side, and clutched changbin’s hand in a vice grip as his stomach gurgled ominously. for a moment, it was quiet and calm, and only the sounds of jisung’s labored breathing could be heard. changbin felt a pinprick of sharp malice towards the world for making his hardworking teammate suffer so intensely. then jisung’s back arched suddenly, an obvious reaction to his stomach muscles contracting, and a tentative heave brought up a small mouthful of puke splashing into the trashcan.

changbin’s own heart-rate kicked up as the stench of barf hit his nostrils. jisung’s hand squeezed tighter on his own and the sick man made a noise of disgust, or possibly regret. it was too late to go back now, though. the floodgates had been opened and, accompanied by a full-body shudder a massive amount of vomit gushed forth. jisung got no more than a whimper in before the second powerful rush, and by the third, his grip on changbin’s hand weakened while the older boy’s did the opposite, clenching tight as jisung was wrung out.

“breathe, sung,” changbin said. on jisung’s other side, chan brushed his hands through sweaty hair, but it didn’t seem to have the soothing effect he was going for as jisung continued to cough and sputter, lips dripping with rapidly accumulating spit.

“i can’t,” jisung gasped. “can’t breathe. make it stop.”

changbin wished desperately that he could. “soon, jisungie,” he said instead, but his words were drowned out by a gut-wrenching and drawn out belch. a dark stream of liquified stomach contents splattered against plastic.

“i want this to stop,” jisung whispered, voice rough from rawness. “i want to go home.”

“you’re doing so well, baby,” chan broke in, but jisung only shook his head, tears rolling down his face freely. changbin checked his temperature again and was unsurprised to find that the heat of jisung’s forehead had intensified. after two aborted heaves in quick succession, changbin offered a water bottle.

“you’ll feel worse if you get dehydrated.”

“too sick,” jisung choked out, jaw clamped tightly shut. changbin’s heart clenched.

“you gotta relax a bit, buddy,” chan brushed a gentle hand up and down jisung’s spine. his muscles unwound minutely and the retching tapered off. he looked like a rag doll, completely drained of energy. changbin’s arms opened wide, inviting a hug, and jisung leaned into his embrace. after a few moments changbin heard jisung’s breath slowing down and evening out.

“do you feel okay to head home now?” chan asked. the clock on the wall read 11:53 but changbin felt like they’d been stuck there in a room smelling of puke for days. he could only imagine how jisung was feeling.

“i’m so tired, hyung,” jisung mumbled. “wanna go home and sleep.”

changbin helped him to his feet. “let’s go home, then.”

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[urhyuns]

— STOMACH BUG —

GENRE : SICKFIC

A/N sorry for the long wait! but here’s your request :)

REQUESTED BY : @hyungenie5

Waking up to a massive stomach bug was not the idea Hyunjin was going for, especially since today was an extremely packed schedule. The members had a fan signing event in the morning and they were preparing for their upcoming comeback. This whole week they’ve been busy, whether it was opposite schedules or not.

Hyunjin cursed himself out in his brain when he woke up feeling all disgusted and gross. He got up from his bed slowly and made his way towards the bathroom, already planned that he’d take a quick warm shower before he had to deal with the pain throughout his busy day.

It was currently 4am when Hyunjin had woken up, but he regretted every second. Once he got out of the shower, he decided to call up his girlfriend.

“Yes babe?” The female’s voice ran through the phone.

“Hey, do you think if you could stop by the dorms and—”

“Hyunjin, I really can’t. We’ve talked about this last night, didn’t we? I’m too busy right now, and I’m pretty sure you are too.”

“But y/n—”

“I’m sorry, maybe next time when we’re both not busy.”

And just like that, the call ended. Hyunjin sighed heavily as the grip he had on his phone tightened. He went back to his room and sat on his bed, thinking about what he had to do today.

First thing in the morning was the fan signing event, then he has to record a few songs with the members and his own. They all had dance practices to do and therefore they were pretty much practicing the whole day. The boy had already felt exhausted just thinking about it.

A few hours have passed and all Hyunjin did was lay in the bed, feeling like complete shit. He totally forgot about the fact that he needed to get himself ready.

He quickly got out of bed and dressed up nicely for his fans. Once finished, he went out to the kitchen where all the members were contained eating breakfast.

“Good morning Hyunjin, I made toast and pancakes.” Chan greeted with a smile, but the other had no appetite, considering the fact he felt like he was about to pass out any time soon due to his headache that never left him.

“Thanks hyung, but I’m not that hungry right now.” Hyunjin replied tiredly while moving himself to the couch.

“You sure? We’ll be at the fan sign event for a few hours.”

“It’s okay, I’m pretty sure the staffs would have snacks if anything.”

Chan shrugged it off and continued to eat.

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After some time, the members were finally off to the fan signing event. Just the car ride made Hyunjin feel 10x worse than before. He had stomach cramps, a slight headache, and was extremely nauseous. All he wanted to do was just stay at the dorms and rest in his bed till he got better, but it unfortunately would never happen, considering his packed schedule.

He put on a fake smile for the fans and tried to seem as genuine as possible so no one would have to worry about him.

Until his cramps worsened and he just had to tell somebody.

“Jeongin, I don’t think I feel too good..” Hyunjin whispered to the youngest member who was sitting beside him.

“What do you mean? You were completely fine yesterday.” Jeongin whispered back.

“I know but—”

“Sorry hyung, but I don’t have time for your games.” The maknae interrupted rudely and Hyunjin just let out a small sigh as he didn’t want to annoy him any longer.

“Changbin-hyung, can you please tell Chan-hyung I don’t feel so good? I literally feel like passing out.”

Changbin looked at the other for a split second, “You look fine Hyunjin, stop being so dramatic.”

“It doesn’t matter how I look, I said I feel—” Hyunjin soon stopped himself after seeing Changbin’s annoyed gaze.

The sick boy let out another small sigh before throwing a smile on his face for the next fan that he was meeting.

30 minutes have gone by and Hyunjin felt nothing but nausea. He felt the need to throw up but he couldn’t as he was in the middle of an event and he didn’t want to leave his fans.

At this point, every time he was waiting for a fan to come by, he would always rest his head on the table and shut his eyes. He was not himself and no one was aware of that, which made him feel even more lonely.

Another 30 minutes have passed and the event was finally over. Hyunjin let out a sigh of relief as he excused himself to the bathroom almost immediately.

He locked himself inside one of the stalls and tried to throw up as the feeling would always rush by him but he kept ignoring it. Now was his chance to finally let it out but nothing came out except a dry cough.

“Fuck…” He whispered to himself before standing up and exiting the bathroom.

He soon met with the other members who seemed quite annoyed once they saw him.

“Where were you Hyunjin? We’ve been waiting.” Minho spoke out with crossed arms, leaning on the van.

“I’m sorry for the wait, I had to use the bathroom.” Hyunjin apologized.

“Whatever, get inside of the van. We’re heading to the company now.”

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Endless dance practicing and endless song recordings made Hyunjin’s body completely weak and fragile. He was getting to the point where he could just collapse to the floor if he took even one step. That’s how tired and sick he felt.

Throughout the breaks, Hyunjin tried contacting his girlfriend again, but he got no response. Of course he knew y/n was busy working on her laptop, but he expected at least one call answered.

“A few more songs and we’re out of here!” Chan’s voice beamed through the room, making Hyunjin’s head hurt even more. The loud speaker was enough, but Chan’s loud voice made it worse.

“It’s okay Hyunjin. A few more songs and the torture is done. You can sleep for the rest of the day.” He thought to himself as another song started playing.

Despite the fact being sick, Hyunjin still tried his best to dance perfectly and not make any mistakes, which he was a professional at.

He danced to the beat of the song and made no mistakes. However, when it was their final song, Hyunjin’s body completely gave up on him and his legs felt so weak to the point he collapsed to the ground.

Jisung stopped the music from playing as the other members rushed and gathered around him.

“Hyunjin! Are you okay? Hyunjin!” Chan shook the boy eagerly and brought him up to his chest.

“Minho, go get water. Felix, get the cold towel, he’s burning up.” Chan ordered and the two boys immediately followed his demands.

Chan placed the cold towel over Hyunjin’s forehead and grabbed the water out of Minho’s hand.

The sick boy slowly opened his eyes and was met with Chan who was staring at him worryingly. His eyes shifted around the area and noticed he was surrounded by all the members.

As he was about to say something, he felt a rush of vomit coming up his throat and immediately signaled Chan who fortunately got the silent message.

He quickly grabbed a plastic bag and held it over Hyunjin’s mouth.

The boy sat up slightly and threw up into the bag, tears running down his cheeks as he did.

“Don’t cry Hyunjin, it’s gonna be okay.” Chan spoke and rubbed circles over the younger’s back for comfort.

The boy suddenly felt another rush of vomit coming up his throat and threw up in the bag once again.

“Shhh, you’re okay. Let it out.”

Hyunjin continued to throw up a few more times before the feeling never approached again after a few minutes.

He leaned back into Chan’s arms and started crying.

“Why didn’t you tell us you were sick?” Chan asks in a soft tone.

“I-I…I tried telling Jeongin and Changbin but..”

Chan looked at the two said boys who had a guiltily expression all over them.

“We’re sorry…we didn’t believe Hyunjin because yesterday he was just fine and it felt weird how he suddenly felt so sick today..” Changbin said while his eyes were focused on the wooden floor.

“Look at me.” Chan told and Changbin obeyed.

“I’m sorry.” Changbin said again but this time, looking directly into the leader’s eyes.

“I’m sorry as well.” Jeongin joined in, making eye contact with Chan as well.

Chan let out a sigh, “I forgive you guys, but next time, tell me straight away.”

The two nodded before Chan’s focus went back on the sick boy.

“My stomach hurts hyung…” Hyunjin mumbled out and Chan placed his hand on Hyunjin’s stomach.

“It’s okay Hyunjin, we’ll get you to the dorms and treat you with extra care.” Chan smiled while rubbing the boy’s stomach.

“Thank you…” Hyunjin smiled back.

#stray kids #skz #kpop fic #kpop #kpop sickfic #skz sickfic #skz fic #fan fiction #kpop fanfic #comfort #hyunjin

[ready-for-take-off]

Masterlist

Only on AO3 (may crosspost later):

Just Come and See Me (NCT Haechan/Mark)

Eyes on Me (NCT Jisung/Chenle/Jaemin)

moments so sweet (NCT Yangyang/Renjun)

Facing It (NCT Jaehyun/Taeyong)

On Tumblr & Crossposted to AO3:

Responsible Adult (NCT Jisung/Chenle/Taeyong)

In Progress:

NCT Jaemin/Jeno request

Stray Kids Seungmin request

Stray Kids Jisung request

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[sweetlikeshua]

possibly a little channie sickfic? :3 /nf

hihi anon !!

tysm for your request it made me v happy to see that there are ppl actually leaving reqs!!

as of rn my replies are a bit slow :(

but I do intend on fulfilling any requests starting in february !!

im soso sorry to keep you waiting but i promise lil channie is otw!!

stay comfy,

lily 🌟

#sick straykids #skz agere #sickfic #skz sickfic #shutalks

[hjizngs]

sick days | lee minho

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hi! this is my first ever post on here,, hehe. constructive criticism is welcomed, hate is not.

cw: sick reader, petnames, slight cursing, slightly suggestive (??), angstyish oops, mostly fluff! just minho being the cutest bf :3

another hacking cough forces itself from your throat, leaving behind a painful sting and the inability to swallow. a frustrated groan emits you, followed by disgruntled sniffle. you hate being sick. 

sore throats, gross coughs, painful headaches, and a stuffed nose were all a recipe for disaster — especially today. you and minho had planned out the perfect date; a picnic, stroll in the park, and finally a movie. you had looked forward to it all week, barely getting through. only the promise of seeing your boyfriend kept you going.

you turn over on your side, the gentle movement sending another round of pain signals ringing in your head. tears sprung to the corners of your swollen eyes. you were devastated at having to miss your date. blearily, you swung a hand over to the bedside table, blindly searching for your phone. 

once found, you swiped over to minho’s contact. pressing the call button, you slumped back onto your pillow defeatedly. 

“jagi?” came the sweet voice of your boyfriend. “what’s up?” 

an exhausted whimper answers him. “min.. min i’m sorry” is all you can utter. 

his voice instantly is filled with concern. “what’s my love sorry for, hm? is everything okay?”

“no, m’sorry min.. i feel so bad. my head hurts, and i puked earlier, and it —“ another pained sound exits you. “— it hurts.” 

something shuffles over the phone, and your boyfriend is quick to reply. “oh, my poor jagi. i’m on my way, don’t worry.”

you furrow your brows. “wh-what? no no you don’t have to do that, min!” 

“see you in five.”

your eyes rolled as your boyfriend hung up on you a abruptly (like he always does — and it never fails to surprise you). coughing again, you accept that there’s nothing you can do to stop him from coming over. you scan your messy room and groan. you’re sick! you don’t want him to see you like this! 

you swing your legs over to the side of your bed, only pausing when a sneeze erupts from your pinkened nose. you settle your socked feet on the floor and attempt to rise to your feet. 

you sway, blinking harshly as to try to clear the black spots plaguing your vision. maybe getting up wasn’t the best idea..? oh well. 

slowly, you begin to shuffle around your room, picking up discarded clothes and trying to round up any embarrassing wrappers or trash. you’re halfway through folding another t-shirt when your body flashes hot, then cold. the pounding in your head increases tenfold and you drop the shirt in favor of clutching your temples. spots engulf your sight and you sink to your knees, not even attempting to make it to the bed.

you’re sweating. but the ceiling fan above only makes you shiver, goosebumps lining your arms. everything is too bright, and you squint from a combination of a headache and the glaring overhead light that suddenly feels like a thousand suns beating down on you. 

another whimper crawls out of your dry throat. the only thing your fever-weakened mind can think is minho. where is minho? you need him, it hurts it hurts everything hurts —

“jagi?! oh my god, are you okay?” thunderous footsteps make their way to you and you wince at the sudden exclamation. 

cold, cool hands press themselves to your trembling body and you sigh in relief. they stroke through your hair, carding through gently. you open one eye to see who they belong to, but clamp it shut immediately, the bright light making your eyelids pulse.

 you hear shuffling from the side, and one of the hands leave you. you suppress a whine, but something in your expression must be alarming because the voice coos. “oh, baby, i’m just turning off the light, okay?” 

no, it’s not okay. not when those hands are the only thing grounding you, keeping you from melting. however, as promised, the offending light gets shut off, and you hum in appreciation. 

the nice hands quickly return to their rightful place in your hair, and you bravely attempt to open your swollen eyes again.

your boyfriend looks down at you gently. “my poor girl. let’s get you back into bed, hm?”

you nod pathetically, letting him lift you up and place you softly on your mattress. you murmur a quiet thanks and he kisses your sweaty forehead in response. he sits on the side of the bed next to you, placing his hand on your leg and rubbing comforting circles into your skin.

“have you eaten at all yet?” he inquires.

you shake your head, “no, not yet. i don’t think i could eat a thing without puking it back up, to be honest.”

minho hums at that, scanning your face. he reaches out and places a small hand on your forehead, feeling out your temperature. he frowns.

“i think we need to check for a fever, honey. you’re very warm.”

he moves to go stand and you pout. “don’t leave, please.”

“i’m just going to grab the thermometer and a glass of water, i’ll be right back, okay?”

“be fast!” you plead.

he cards a hand through your hair. “i’ll be so fast, jagiya.”

it feels like an eternity as minho tries to locate the thermometer from outside your bedroom. you shiver again, pulling the closest fuzzy blanket over you and burrowing into it.

and that’s how he finds you when he returns — a sweaty, sick burrito. you watch as he smiles down at you fondly, pulling back the blanket a little to take a look at you.

“think you can sit up for me? need help?” he asks.

“need help, please,” you respond nasally.

minho aids in positioning you up so you’re leaning against your pillow. he holds out the found thermometer and motions for you to open your mouth.

you oblige and he places the thermometer under your tongue. after a few moments, he pulls it out and looks down on it with a displeased expression — like it personally offended him.

“100.” he states, his brow crinkling. “yeah, you’re not leaving this bed.”

you sigh and slump farther into your blanket. “i’d rather hear that in a different situation.”

minho blinks slowly, fondly. “i’ll ignore that, just because you’re sick.”

you stick out your tongue as he rises from the bed to put away the thermometer. he looks down at you, unimpressed, but with a twinkle of amusement in his catlike eyes. “brat.”

“i’m sick!” you whine, “be nice.”

“i am being nice. so nice, in fact, that i’ll ignore this little attitude —“ he reaches down and pokes your forehead, “— because i know that you feel like shit.”

you roll your eyes when he’s turned and putting the thermometer in some drawer, but deep down you’re very grateful he came over to take care of you. for all his teasing, he really does treasure you. you still feel bad for canceling the date.

in some feverish, dramatic mood change, tears begin to well in the corners of your eyes. they’re hot and uncomfortable, and you sniffle. not only did you cancel the date, you’re acting like a brat instead of thanking minho for looking after you.

“m’sorry,” you croak from your cocoon of blankets.

minho turns around sharply and scans your face quickly. he strides over to the bed and sits beside you. “what?”

“m’sorry!” tears begin to trickle down your face, sticky and unwanted. you reach up to swipe them away.

minho’s hand reaches out, grabbing onto your arm and lightly tugging you into his chest. “silly girl. what are you sorry for?”

“f’making you come over and take care of me and being a brat and not saying thank you!” you rush out, slurring some words.

a chuckle shakes minho’s chest. “oh wow, you’re really out of it, huh?”

“i’m sorry!”

“hey, hey,” his joking manner disappears when a fresh wave of tears erupts from your eyes. “you have nothing to be sorry for. you’re sick. you have a fever, baby. you aren’t being a brat, i’m sorry i called you that when you weren’t feeling well.”

you peek up at him. “you mean it?”

minho doesn’t respond, just pulls you tighter into his chest and kisses the top of your hair. his cool hand rubs on your back soothingly under your shirt. he gently lays back onto your bed, cradling you to his chest.

“try to sleep some of this off. take a nap,” he orders you lightly. “i’ll be right here.”

at his words, you snuggle into him. he reaches to the side and pulls a blanket over the two of you. just before sleep takes it’s hold over you, you look up at him, catching his eye.

“thanks for being here, min. i love you,” you murmur, your eyelids getting heavier and heavier as you begin to succumb to sleep.

the last thing you hear before sinking into feverish dreams is, “anytime, baby. i love you more.”

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yas! ok! first post done, please lmk what u think!!!1 reblogs and likes are appreciated:3

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[dudadragneel]

I'm just gonna drop this here and hide....😳

Enjoy!

🦄 Can I request a fic where hyunjin n y/n were supposed to…yk (lol) and she really missed him and waited for him to come back from his trip to Japan so they could have some ✨alone time ✨ but when he comes back theyre in her room and she’s kissing him but he stops her and she gets hurt and thinks he doesn’t want her but he’s actually nursing a bad migraine. Then later they go out to the convienence store cus y/n needs to buy pads or something and it hits him really hard and he starts throwing up outside and y/n realizes he’s really not well. (You can take over from here …)

OF HEAT & PAIN

Having alone time when your boyfriend is an idol, is practically impossible, because of a few factors. They live in a dorm, so no chance you'd have alone time there; going to a hotel was a risky move due to fans and sasaengs. The last viable option was your house, but then again, his schedule was packed, especially now that he was an ambassador for Versace.

You couldn't even remember the last time you two had sex, it felt like it had been ages. To say you two were sexually frustrated was an understatement and he was coming back from Japan in a few days, so you were more than eager, just like him.

The night before his arrival you had called him, telling him to go straight to your house. And so he did.

As soon as they landed, Hyunjin walked in a different direction from the group, earning a few questioning looks.

- I'm going to y/n's.

He had gotten so excited when you called him he forgot to tell the others. And because of that, and the obvious hurry he was in, the boys couldn't help but tease him. Typical men's behavior.

To both you and Hyunjin, the ride to your house felt ridiculously long, each minute that passed was an eternity, only increasing the need to see each other, to feel each other.

You didn't prepare any romantic setting and neither was he expecting it, he just wanted to get to your house as fast as he could and so did you.

Each minute that passed just made the thirst increase in both of your bodies.

When he got to your house he barely said goodbye to the manager and went straight into the building.

You were waiting for him in the living room, anxiously pacing around, heart almost beating out of your chest in anticipation.

When you heard the door lock clicking, your heartbeat increased and you rushed towards it.

The long-haired boy opened the door dropping his bag on the floor and immediately grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him.

You barely exchanged words, your mouths only focused on feeling each other, he grabbed your ass lifting you and you wrapped your legs around him.

He took you to your bedroom, and you never broke the kiss. By the time he lay you down on the bed, his hair was all messy and his heart was beating fast as well.

There was only lust in both of your eyes, you took off his shirt and he took yours and his mouth started trailing every inch of your body, from your mouth, neck, collarbone, chest, waist, and inner thighs.

When he trailed back up and locked his lips with yours one more time, you started to feel him as well as your hands trailed down his back, his chest, his v-line, then reaching his belt and pulling him closer to you.

Not a single word was said, you both just drowned in each other's touch. You pushed him so now you were on top and just like him your mouth trailed his entire body, from his ears, neck, chest, his abdomen all the way to his v-line, you could feel him twitch under your touch and then trailed back to his mouth.

He grabbed your arms and pinned you on the bed, making his body get even closer to yours, lowering his hips so it was now touching your middle and you could feel he was aroused as you.

He kept kissing you passionately and your hands didn't leave the back of his head, none of you wanting this moment to end.

Then, unexpectedly, Hyunjin pulled away from the kiss and sat by the edge of the bed, leaving you with a confused look on your face.

He was so succumbed to lust he forgot the migraine he began feeling inside the plane and now, as the heat inside his body increased, his heartbeat was pulsating inside his head.

He knew his sudden action had hurt you, how could he just back away like this after arousing you so much and being away for so long?

Hyunjin was also taken aback by the way things turned out and left for the bathroom, and you just stood there sitting on the bed, all kinds of thoughts running through your mind. "Did I make him mad? Did I overstep a boundary? Did I get too ahead of myself?" And the worst of it all "Did he find someone else?" You were just frozen.

Inside the bathroom, he grabbed the edges of the sink, gripping it tightly out of pain and anger. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you and he couldn't believe his body would betray him like this.

He took a few deep breaths and looked in the mirror, his expression changed from one of utter lust and excitement to one of immense pain.

After a few agonizing minutes, he came out of the bathroom looking completely different from before and noticing how sad you looked.

He sat on the edge of the bed and took your hands in his, looking at them and not daring to lift his head to look at you. A deafening silence took over the room, mood completely different from before.

- Hyunjin? What happened?

You broke the silence, voice slightly shaky and hurt, afraid of what his answer would be.

- I'm sorry...I-

You swallowed hard not really wanting to hear his answer but then you saw a teardrop fall from his eye. You held his chin in your hands and gently lifted his head.

- What's going on? Why are you crying?

- I'm sorry, honey... I didn't mean to hurt you... It's just- my head, it's exploding.

As soon as he said that, he broke down into tears. He was looking forward to seeing you after so long and completely ruined the mood.

- Oh baby. Don't cry, please.

You said pulling him into an embrace, him wrapping his arms around you and burying his head in the crook of your neck. You could feel his tears in your body as well as his labored breathing, his bare back heaving up and down.

- Sshh...it's okay, it's okay...

You reassured him stroking his hair and kissing him. When he calmed down a bit he let go of you.

- I'm sorry...I soaked your clothes...

He said chuckling a bit, but then winced when a sharp pain stung his head.

- It might be a migraine, baby. Why don't you take some painkillers and then a shower?

- Okay. I'll do that.

- Call me if you feel unwell.

You closed the door and sat down next to it. If he hadn't been feeling this migraine today, you would've showered with him, but the romantic night you two were expecting had to be postponed.

While he was showering you got his bag which he left by the front door and noticed something peeking out of one of the pockets. Even though you two were both at it a few minutes ago, seeing that he was prepared made your face go red.

After taking his bag to your room, you went through some of your stuff and realized you had to go to the grocery store to buy some things that had run out. You were so anxious about his arrival and looking forward to the night that you completely forgot about that.

When he got out of the shower you were waiting for him, wearing comfy clothes and a rather worried expression on your face.

- How are you feeling?

- A little better. My head is still hurting but not as much as before. I guess the excitement ended up making it hurt more.

- You should've told me, baby.

- I couldn't. I was only thinking about you and I didn't even notice.

- Well. We'll raincheck this to another night.

- Of course baby.

He said pulling you in for another passionate kiss.

- Babe, I need to go to the grocery store. Wanna come with me?

- Sure.

- Take the painkillers before we leave.

- ok.

The store was close to your house so there was no need to get the car, it would be a waste of fuel.

You two walked very slowly, admiring the scenery and just trying to enjoy each minute.

The store was rather small, it was the typical neighborhood store run by the same family over the generations and they knew both of you. They knew Hyunjin was an idol but they always respected his boundaries and treated him like an ordinary person, and Hyunjin was grateful for that.

You started looking for the stuff on your list, like cup noodles. You were in the mood for a hot night not cooking, so cup noodles were the best choice.

Hyunjin was slowly walking behind you, his migraine was getting worse than before and the lights were making his eyes sting in pain. And not only that, the pain was increasing by the second and it was affecting his stomach as well.

As he walked, it kept doing flips, swirling around the food he had on the plane. He started to muffle queasy burps and a few of them brought up a small portion of vomit that he managed to swallow, a kind of reflux.

And he thought that maybe, there was a slight chance this was just reflux. But his stomach probed him wrong in a matter of minutes.

You kept on taking things here and there and putting them in the basket and he followed you, hand on his stomach trying to comfort the churning sensation.

Eventually, the walking just worsened his condition. He felt his stomach burn, painful gurgles coming from it, and then his mouth started tasting weird and filling up with saliva. Before his mind could even comprehend what was happening, his stomach contracted sending hot liquid up his esophagus hitting the back of his throat.

He clamped his mouth and ran out of the store startling the elderly couple that ran the store.

You were so focused you didn't notice Hyunjin practically vanishing from behind you.

The old man rushed outside to help Hyunjin while the woman went to tell you what was happening.

Hyunjin was outside of the store, bent over with his hands on his knees for balance as a wet burp brought up part of his last meal hitting the ground between his feet and while you weren't there, the old man kept patting his back.

- Aigoo~

The old lady accompanied you outside and you saw Hyunjin bring up a thin stream of vomit that mixed with the mess on the floor and ran to his side.

- Babe! What happened?

You asked, holding his hair back when he puked one more time and rubbing his back. The old couple went inside to give you some privacy and get some water and tissues for Hyunjin.

His stomach seemed to have given him a break, so he was now still bent over, only spitting out saliva.

- Honey? What happened?

- I don't know...my head started throbbing and then my stomach was churning...

- Oh honey, these migraines always get you huh? The painkillers didn't work then.

- No. It helped just a bit but then-

He was cut off by a queasy burp that was followed by a retch, a productive one bringing up even more of his stomach's contents making him bend over even more. He didn't have time to breathe before another two waves gushed out hitting the floor with a sickening sound.

He was then left dry heaving and retching but nothing but stomach juice came out.

The elderly couple came back holding a bottle of water and some tissues.

- Here, darling.

- Thank you.

You took the water bottle and uncapped it before handing it to Hyunjin who rinsed his mouth and then you wiped his mouth.

- Feeling better?

- Yeah...a bit...

But the effort that his stomach put him through to get rid of his meal, worsened his migraine even more, he felt like his head was splitting open and it was hurting enough to make him dizzy.

- I need to sit...

He said weakly, swaying a little bit but you and the old man managed to steady him and sit him on the step of the stairs. He put his elbow on his knees and rested his throbbing head on his hand.

You sat beside him, fanning his face and rubbing his back.

- Do you think you're gonna pass out?

- No...I just need a minute...

- Okay.

The elderly couple approached you, concerned all over their faces.

- Aigoo~ is everything okay, young man?

- Yes, I'm fine. I'm sorry for the trouble.

- Oh, don't worry about it, love.

- I'm sorry for worrying you.

You said bowing.

- You don't have to. We wanted to make sure you were okay. You always drop by, of course, we care about you.

- Thank you. He's got a bad migraine but he'll be alright in a few hours.

- Drink a lot of water and get plenty of rest, young man.

- I will. Thank you.

The elderly couple went back to the store to get the things you were going to buy and gave them to you.

- Oh! Thank you. Baby, wait here, okay? I'll just go pay.

- There's no need to right now, darling. You need to take care of him first, you can come back later.

- Are you sure?

- Of course. Go on! Have a great night and get better soon, young man.

They entered the store and you were left with Hyunjin who was still sitting down, trying to make the dizziness go away, or at least decrease so he could stand up and walk back home.

- Here, drink some more. Small sips.

You said giving him the water bottle and sitting beside him, tucking his hair behind his ear.

- I love you, baby. I'm glad you're back.

- I love you too, honey. I'm home.

After a few minutes, Hyunjin felt well enough to go back home but you decided to support him anyway. You knew his migraines were no joke and that anything could happen on the way home, but thankfully nothing happened.

His head was still hurting but not as bad as before and as you two were walking, the moonlight was shining bright.

You stopped to admire the view, holding each other's waist and just feeling each other's presence.

Hyunjin took out his phone and took a picture of both of you and the moon, wanting to register this simple yet meaningful moment.

When you got home, you made sure Hyunjin ate something before he slept because feeling hungry on top of feeling nauseous was a horrible combination.

But his head was still hurting and affecting his stomach and a few minutes after he was done eating, his stomach wanted to get that out.

You were on the couch when he got up and rushed to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

He went directly to the toilet where he ended up puking his dinner and you could hear retching coming from inside.

- Hyunjin? Is everything okay in there?

You asked knocking on the door.

- Y-yeah...I'll be out in a minute...

He responded and then threw up again but after the second bout, he was feeling better, relieved.

He rinsed his mouth, washed his face, and walked out of the bathroom.

- Did you throw up again?

- Yeah...but I'm feeling better now.

- Really?

- Yes. I think I got everything out.

- Well then. Let's just chill, you need it.

Thankfully, your house had a balcony, that you decorated with such care, it looked like a magical place. There were plants, lights, and a couple of paintings Hyunjin gave you and you cherished them with your whole soul.

You took him to the balcony and lay down on the big swing, motioning him to cuddle you, and so he did.

Once he was in your arms, he felt his whole body relax, a feeling he so much needed.

- I'm sorry for today...

- You don't have to.

- So...wanna pick up where we left off tomorrow?

- Only if you're feeling better.

You said, flicking his nose and then kissing him.

Both of you were still lusting for each other but that could be dealt with later, right now you both just wanted to feel and enjoy the cool breeze under the moonlight.

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[feverishly-kpop]

Felix & Stray Kids - Cold

“I don’t know what’s going on with you Felix…” Minho said, trying to catch his breath. Minho, Hyunjin, and Felix had spent the morning in the practice room with their choreographer, perfecting the new choreography so they could teach it to the rest of the group. Even though their choreographer left over an hour ago they stayed back, hoping to clean up a few sections before heading home. “You just seem kind of sloppy today. Do you have questions about the choreo?”

Felix felt his heart sink, his eyes darting to Hyunjin for backup only to find Hyunjin’s eyes cast down. He didn’t have to say a word for Felix to know that he agreed with Minho.

To be fair they weren’t wrong. Felix knew that his dancing wasn’t up to standard, but he hadn’t been feeling quite right all day. He had woken up with a tickle in his throat and some congestion in his nose that, at the time, didn’t seem like a big deal. But as the morning progressed he couldn’t help but notice that it seemed to be getting worse.

“Yeah, sorry, I know” Felix said, hanging his head in order to avoid meeting Minho’s glare. No questions. I just need to keep working on it.

Minho nodded and glanced down at his watch. “You can go home if you want, Hyunjin. But I think you and I should stay a bit longer, Felix.”

Felix could feel his cheeks heating up. He knew he hadn’t done well but he hadn’t realized that he had done poorly enough to warrant extra time in the studio. The thought of staying late was unappealing but the thought of keeping his hyung late was downright intolerable.

“I’ll stay, I have notes and the video of the choreography. You both should go and enjoy the rest of the afternoon” Felix replied. Minho took a moment to consider before nodding in agreement. It wasn’t often that they finished work in time to have a full afternoon completely free.

And with that Minho and Hyunjin left, leaving Felix alone in the silent practice room.

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Felix knew that he knew the choreography. But he didn’t understand why his body seemed to be working against him. It seemed that when his brain said left his body went right.

And then the cough started.

First it was a small cough here and there. An attempt to clear the itch from his throat that had become more prominent as the afternoon wore on. Then it became a steady cough, punctuated by a few sneezes. But once it became incessant and painful Felix knew that he had to call it a day.

He took a seat next to his bag, trying to choke down some water between coughs but was, for the most part, unsuccessful. After a few minutes of digging through his bag he finally located a lozenge and quickly unwrapped it. Knowing that it would only bring him temporary relief he packed up his things to head home.

*~*~*~*~*~

The apartment was silent when Felix arrived home. He wasn’t sure where everybody had gone but he truly didn’t care at the moment. After a quick shower he flopped down on his bed, pulling the covers up tightly over his shivering body. It took only a moment for sleep to take over.

Even his apartment mates barging noisily through the front door didn’t wake him. Upon seeing Felix’s bag and shoes by the door, Seungmin quickly shushed everybody. The fact that Felix was home but hadn’t greeted them at the door was a good indication that he was sleeping.

“He was a mess at practice today” Minho said with a sigh. “I’m glad he’s getting some extra rest. He must be really…” He was interrupted by a series of harsh coughs that had all of them raising an eyebrow.

“Was he coughing like that at practice?” Jeongin asked timidly.

“Obviously not” Minho replied, his tone defensive. He was suddenly overcome by guilt for allowing Felix to stay at the studio alone. He should have known better.

After another round of coughs and a loud sneeze Minho had heard enough. Slowly opening Felix’s door to find his dongsaeng fast asleep. His concern continued to mount, knowing for a fact that Felix must be exhausted to sleep through his ragged fits of coughing.

Placing a soft hand on his shoulder, Minho gently tried to rouse Felix from his slumber with limited success, only garnering a few light coughs. “Felix-ah, wake up. Time to wake up.”

That seemed to be enough to drag Felix back to consciousness. He slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes as another coughing fit began. Just as Minho turned around to get Felix a glass of water Seungmin was already there, handing a cold water bottle to Minho.

“I’m sorry, did I oversleep? Is it time for practice?” Felix whispered, his voice gravelly from sleep and illness.

“No, no” Minho replied as he took a seat on the edge of Felix’s bed. “It’s not morning. You must have been in a pretty deep sleep, huh?” Minho smiled sadly as he handed the water bottle to Felix.

“Yeah, I guess I was tired…” Felix said blankly before taking a sip of water, only to swallow awkwardly and begin coughing once again.

“You weren’t coughing like this earlier. What’s going on?” Minho continued to pry but Felix only shrugged.

“I just swallowed wrong” he started but Seungmin cut him off.

“You were coughing in your sleep when we got back so don’t lie.” Seungmin’s voice was stern but had an edge of sympathy. Minho nodded, glaring expectantly at Felix, very clearly waiting for a truthful explanation.

“I don’t know, I’m just not feeling well. I wasn’t feeling all that well during practice then after you and Jinnie left the cough started. So I came home” Felix replied, pointedly avoiding eye contact with his hyung.

Minho nodded before placing a hand on Felix’s forehead. “You don’t feel warm at all. I don’t think you’re running a fever. Maybe just a bad cold? Did you take anything?”

Felix shook his head which instantly sent Seungmin turning on his heel to fetch some cold medication for him.

“Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well? You could have sat out of practice. And I sure as hell wouldn’t have had you stay late.” Minho’s voice was barely above a whisper.

Felix’s response was as anticipated. Limited time with the choreographer. Limited time to learn the choreography. Needing to perfect it all before teaching the other members. Feeling like he wasn’t up to standard.

Minho allowed him to finish before responding. “Up to standard? Yeah I mean you weren’t up to standard because you were sick the whole time. I wouldn’t be up to standard either if I was sick.”

Felix nodded as Seungmin returned with his medication. He put up no argument before swallowing it down, desperate to put an end to his cough.

Minho draped another blanket over Felix before turning to leave the room. Felix relished in the silence for a moment until there was another knock on his door. He rolled over to find Chan peeking his head in, a smile spreading across his face when he realized Felix was awake.

“Innie texted me that you’re under the weather. Maybe this would help?” Chan stepped into the room, proudly holding up a box of Tim Tams. “My mom sent them to me earlier this week!”

Felix smiled as Chan joined him on his bed, handing him a few cookies. He wasn’t sure if it was the medicine, his caring teammates, or the surprise treat but he was already starting to feel better.

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You have a Migraine | Seungmin

ᑉ³pairing; Seungmin x Reader

ᑉ³genre; Sickfic, Comfort, Fluff

ᑉ³warnings; Reader dealing with a migraine, Pills mentioned

ᑉ³Authors Note; Other members coming soon! Edited.

Part of the "He helps you when.." collection. Other members parts: Chan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin | Han | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room as you lie in bed, cocooned in blankets. But despite the peaceful scene outside your window, there's no rest to be found within the confines of your own mind.

Your temples throb with a relentless intensity, each pulse sending shockwaves of pain through your skull. Migraine days are the worst, and today seems determined to be the pinnacle of that agony.

You try to ignore the pounding in your head, focusing instead on the rhythmic ticking of the clock on your bedside table. But even the steady beat seems to mock you, a reminder of the passing minutes that only serve to prolong your suffering.

With a heavy sigh, you reach out for the bottle of painkillers that has become a permanent fixture in your life. You're all too familiar with the ritual of opening its childproof cap, but today, as you twist it off, your heart sinks.

The bottle is empty.

With a groan, you try to summon the strength to get out of bed, but the pain pins you down like an anchor. Frustration, thick and palpable, mixes with the pain, creating a cocktail of misery that threatens to engulf you entirely. Each attempt to rise is met with a wave of nausea, a cruel reminder of the physical toll this puts on you. The room spins, a dizzying carousel of sensations that leaves you disoriented and defeated.

You clench your teeth, willing yourself to push through the fog of agony that clouds your mind.

Every muscle in your body protests as you attempt to sit up, each movement sending shockwaves of pain radiating outward from the epicenter in your head.

With a final, desperate effort, you manage to swing your legs over the edge of the bed, your feet meeting the cold, unforgiving floor below. But even this small victory feels hollow, overshadowed by the relentless drumbeat of pain that reverberates through you.

You close your eyes against the harsh glare of the morning light. But even in the darkness behind your eyelids, the pain persists.

You can't bring yourself to stand, the pain worsening with each passing moment. Doubts gnaw at the edges of your consciousness. Were there even any pills left in the medicine cabinet?

The thought of standing seems utterly futile, a mountain too steep to climb in your current state.

Your mind races, searching desperately for a solution amid the fog of agony. There's only one thing you can think to do. With trembling fingers, you reach for your phone, wincing at the harsh light it emits as you unlock the screen and dial Seungmin's number.

Each ring feels like an eternity, each passing second an eternity of suffering. But then, finally, his voice breaks through the haze of pain.

"Hello?" His voice is filled with concern.

"Seungmin," you manage to choke out, your voice barely more than a whisper. "It's... it's bad. I need... help."

There's a pause on the other end of the line, a heartbeat of uncertainty before Seungmin's reassuring voice fills your ears once more. "I'm on my way," he says, his words a promise of relief.

As you wait for Seungmin's arrival, time seems to stretch into eternity, each moment punctuated by the relentless throbbing in your temples. The minutes drag on, each one feeling like an eternity as you struggle to hold onto a semblance of composure amidst the storm of pain.

Finally, just when you're beginning to fear that he might not come, there's a soft knock on the door. You struggle to open your eyes, squinting against the harsh light filtering through the curtains. "Come in," you manage to croak out.

It swings open to reveal Seungmin standing on the other side. His eyes widen in concern as he takes in your disheveled appearance, and without a word, he steps forward to wrap you in a gentle embrace.

"I'm here," he murmurs softly, his voice a soothing balm against the raw edges of your pain. "Everything's going to be okay."

"It hurts so much, Minnie," you say, tears escaping despite your efforts to hold them back.

"I know, I know," he replies, his voice laced with empathy, his eyes reflecting the depth of his concern.

His eyes scan the room, searching for any way to alleviate your suffering. Spotting the dimmer switch, he stands silently. With a flick of his wrist, he adjusts the lighting, the soft glow casting shadows that offer a respite from the harsh brightness.

Not content with just that, he strides over to the window, pulling the curtains closed carefully. Each movement is precise, deliberate, as he ensures not a single ray of light infiltrates the room. The darkness that envelops you feels like a sanctuary, shielding you from the pain.

As he returns to your side, you feel a sense of gratitude wash over you, a warmth that eases the chill of pain.

"Better?" he asks, his voice gentle as he takes a seat beside you on the bed, resuming his previous position.

You nod gratefully, the gesture feeling like too much effort.

Seungmin reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small bottle of pills. He had remembered your preferred medication, and he always keep it on hand, whether in the dorms or car. With a reassuring smile, he hands you a couple of pills along with a bottle of water from your nightstand.

After a few moments of silence, the medication starts to work its magic, gradually easing the relentless ache in your head.

"I'm sorry," you say softly, breaking the silence that envelops the room.

Seungmin turns to you, his brow furrowing in confusion. "What for?"

"I know you're not really big on physical touch," you explain, your voice tinged with regret. "I'm sorry I bothered you with all this."

His expression softens, and he reaches out to gently squeeze your hand. "Hey, don't apologize. I'm here because I want to be. Helping you through this is the least I can do."

As he spoke, your head pinged with pain, every word feeling like a hammer striking against your skull. You wince, from the noise, the throbbing in your temples growing more intense with each syllable.

"I know noise tends to be painful when this happens, and I just want to let you know that I'm okay with sitting in silence, as long as you're comfortable," Seungmin says quietly.

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, both from the pain and from the overwhelming kindness of his words. Despite the agony you're enduring, he remains by your side, offering his own version of comfort.

Seungmin's touch is gentle as he runs his fingers through your hair, his movements soothing against your scalp. His fingertips tracing delicate patterns across your skin as if trying to soothe away the pain with each caress. His kisses are soft and fleeting, pressed gently against your forehead and temples, a gesture of comfort and affection in the midst of your suffering.

"Thank you," you manage to murmur, your voice barely more than a whisper. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience."

He shakes his head, his expression gentle and reassuring. "Stop apologizing. Just rest."

With a nod, you lean back against him and the pillows, finding solace in the silence that descends upon the room. At that moment, despite the pain, you feel a sense of peace wash over you, knowing that whatever happens, you will always have him by your side.

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In the event you get a free moment for a mini fic,

Poor Channie gets food poisoning from some takeout he ordered and spends an evening hunched over a bucket, nauseous and burpy. Every now and then a bit of sick comes up his throat, but always goes back down which makes him feel sicker.

Maybe Felix stays with him, rubs his back, play with his curly hair, and talks to him in English to keep him calm when his nausea gets too much. Maybe Minho checks in every so often to see if he's been sick or is still queasy.

sorry this took so long, i didn’t have free moment for a mini fic 😅 it also kinda was more like a full length one anyway. Suprise!

~Spicing it Up~

Yet another late night spent working on music for the latest comeback, it was all Chan had grown to know. Which meant when his stomach growled at him angrily for food, he pulled out his phone and opened his door dash and clicked the place he usually gets from. But wait. He had that last night? Why not spice it up and try something new! He clicked off that restaurant and searched for something else. He found a small local takeout place and placed his order, before getting back to work.

-

Sometimes, spicing up your usual door dash is not the best idea, which Chan soon learned late that night once he returned to his dorm. It was maybe 1 AM, earlier than he usually would get home, but tonight he felt strangely uncomfortable after dinner in his office, and decided he could head home and finish up at the dorm. By the time he got there, he felt severely worse. His stomach was swirling annd full, he felt awful. He probably had over done it with the food, although he didn’t remember eating all that much of it. Must of just been extra filling. When he opened the door to the apartment, he was surprised to see Minho and Felix sitting on the couch.

“What are you guys doing here?”

“Well we were watching a movie with Jisung.” Minho said sounding a little annoyed.

“But he got tired and went to bed, so we’re finishing up the movie ourselves before we head home to our place.” Felix cut in, being the ball of sunshine he is, there was not a hint of annoyance in his voice, in contrast to Minho.

“Mind if I join? I was gonna do so work but i’m not feeling it tonight and you guys (A/N- the urge to put y’all😭) are here anyway.”

“Of course we don’t mind!” Minho said, patting the cushion next to him.

Chan melted into the couch, exhausted.

“You okay Chris?” Felix said to him, noticing how he curled in on himself.

“Yeah. My stomach hurts a bit.” He responded, wrapping his arm around his stomach.

“Have you eaten?” Felix said, concerned.

“Yes. I think that’s the problem.”

Minho was trying to translate the English, but eventually gave up and watched the movie.

“Did you eat too much? What did you eat?” Felix asked, seemingly turning on his big brother mode that he would use if Olivia wasn’t feeling well, even though he is younger than Chan.

“I tried a new place tonight. I don’t remember eating a lot of it, but I must have.”

“Or maybe the new place simply isn’t agreeing with you.”

“I guess.”

They sat and watched the movie in silence for a while, until the silence was finally broken by Chan, still speaking in English, much to Minho’s annoyance since he was experiencing some FOMO from barely understanding the conversation. Couldn’t they just speak Korean for his sake.

“I’m gonna vomit.”

Vomit… what does that mean again? He’s gonna what? Minho couldn’t quite recall. Minho figured it was not good, seeing Felix’s eyes widen as he hurriedly stood up and rushed to get something as Chan put his head between his knees. Minho put two and two together that his hyung was nauseous, and placed a hand on Chan’s back, just as Felix returned with a bucket.

“It going to be be a-okay, Chan. Don’t worry. It will be over before you know it.” Felix stated reassuringly as he gave Chan the bucket. Felix instructed Chan to sit up, just as he ducked his head into the bucket with a retch. Nothing. He just hung there over the bucket salivating into the bucket as he stared at the bottom. The next retch came with some liquid but it didn’t want to come all the way up. It burned his throat and made him gag more, still unproductively. Minho stood to get him some water and things, as Felix quietly comforted him, his accent reminded him of home which helped him feel a little less miserable as the nausea was so very awful.

It took almost an hour for anything to really come up. And once it did, it brought up everything Chan had in him. It tore through him painfully, but once it was done, it was a huge relief. He could finally breathe. The nausea was becoming insufferable, he was just glad it was over, for now atleast.

“You did good, Chan” Minho said, in English, as he handed him the water bottle.

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tender care - bang chan x gn! reader

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+002, p1 of tender care, bang chan, _chansslvr+

+genre;fluff+

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would most likely freak the hell out when he finds out immediately come straight home after you don't answer his tenth call

probably bring all medicines, foods, and whatever you find comfort in

as soon as he comes back, gives soft kisses all over your face

immediately feed you your medication and then go to the kitchen to make soup

cuddle you to DEATH

"chan, you're gonna get sick" "it doesn't matter" like JSJJAJA

keep on brushing the hair out of your face even if your face is like a waterfall of sweat

if you felt gross, he'll pick you up and bring you to the shower/bath (whichever one your most comfortable with)

literally do anything to make you feel comfortable or happy in general

feels guilty for some reason because you're uncomfortable and he can't do anything to stop that

he'd take on the role of a chef and prepare homemade meals for your sick whining ass

he'd make comforting soups, teas, and nourishing dishes to help you feel better

continuously take your temperature, pressing soft kisses to you forehead as he did so

literally put like five water bottles by your bedside table to make sure your hydrated

if you felt a little better, he'd try to make like a comfy pillow fort for you bring ALL the pillows in the house to make the cosiest pillow fort ever

since he knows that your gonna be bored, he'd make a list of movies for the two of you to watch

play his playlist while trying to get you to fall asleep

being the responsible boyfriend and leader he is, he'd keep track of medication schedules, doctor's appointments and other details you'd need to make sure you got the best care

let you complain about your illness whenever and for how long you needed, kissing your cheek or squeezing your hand to make sure you knew he was listening

if you only had a flu or a cold, he would still give you easy and manageable chores so you would feel a sense of normalcy

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HI! I love your stories and I don't know if you've already done it (if so sorry in advance) but you could do a story with Felix who is sick (migraine, stomach cramps whatever you want) but stubborn and only admits it when he hurts himself due to a fall during training and others (specific;chan and hyunjin pls) take care of him??? pls and thank you ❤️

Dizziness

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Felix

Caregivers: Chan & Hyunjin

Prompt @whumpril

No one’s POV.:

Felix had already felt a little odd when he had gone to bed the previous night, muscles achy with exhaustion that didn’t even feel justified considering their schedule for the day hadn’t been that draining. Though he had gotten a decent amount of sleep, the exhaustion hadn’t improved at all and it took all his willpower to get out of bed. At least he was lucky enough to not run late, unlike Minho, Seungmin and Jeongin, who completely missed their friend’s struggle in their rush to get ready and out of the dorm on time. With how tired he was, Felix would’ve almost fallen asleep on the drive to the company building if it wasn’t for the weird swimmy feeling in his head. Every time the car took a turn, the Aussie’s head was sent spinning and watching the buildings pass by did little to anchor him. Since looking out the window barely helped at all, Felix eventually gave up and closed his eyes, resting his head on Hyunjin’s shoulder.

Thinking the younger was falling asleep, Hyunjin gently rubbed Felix’ knee, which earned him a low hum of acknowledgement. In reality, the Aussie was trying his best not to get carsick but his stomach was starting to feel a little fluttery by the time they arrived at the company building. “You good?”, Hyunjin whispered as he helped his dongsaeng out of the car. Still a little unsteady on his feet, Felix yawned: “’m tired.” - “Maybe you can nap between the recordings”, the older chuckled as they made their way to the studio. Luckily, their schedule was starting off with a recording session and they’d have dance practice after lunch, so Felix still had some time to properly wake up and get into the groove. He could only hope it’d be enough because he doubted he’d be able to dance well anytime soon.

The mood in the studio was a little tense because adrenaline was still running high in Minho, Seungmin and Jeongin after the hectic morning they had had, so Felix didn’t dare ask if it was okay for him to lie down for a bit. His head was beginning to hurt as he read over his lyrics, the words blurring in front of his eyes. At least, the nausea he had experienced during the drive was slowly dissipating but he still didn’t have an appetite when Chan asked if they should get anything for breakfast.

Thinking that having something in his stomach might quell the remaining queasiness, Felix figured he could just have some fruit and crackers and he even volunteered to go to the store with Jeongin to get breakfast for everyone. His main intention was to get out of the stuffy studio, hoping the fresh morning air would settle his stomach and maybe wake him up. It did turn out to be a mistake though because he still felt far from steady on his feet but he didn’t want to worry Jeongin when the maknae was still reeling from that morning’s events. Pretending to just be in a bit of a cuddly mood, Felix linked their arms and held onto Jeongin’s arm to steady himself.

The trip to the store had taken more out of Felix than he would have expected but he was glad that he had been able to get out of the studio for a bit because the tension and chaos had almost driven him mad. Once they had sorted out everyone’s food orders, Felix plopped down in his seat and suppressed a groan. Nobody seemed to notice how quiet the Aussie was as he slowly nibbled his crackers. The crackers settled alright but by the time Felix finished his banana, his stomach was in knots. He had been determined to finish both though because he really wanted to take something for his worsening headache and knew he shouldn’t do so on an empty stomach.

“Are you okay, Lixxie?”, Chan asked softly, “You’re so quiet today, mate. Like, something about your energy just feels off.” – “I’m tired”, Felix chuckled, though the little, forced laugh aggravated his headache. He didn’t want to worry Chan, so he wouldn’t let the older know that he wasn’t feeling well at the moment. Especially because he didn’t think he was sick, just having a bit of an off day. Ruffling his dongsaeng’s hair, Chan smiled: “Alright, speak up if you need anything though. Had you said something earlier, you could have taken a nap here but now we’re short on time and need to leave for dance practice soon.” – “Hyung, it’s nothing really”, Felix insisted, too stubborn to crack now because he could’ve asked about taking a nap earlier. It was his own fault that he hadn’t. Poking Chan’s side, he reminded: “I’m tired, not dying. We’ve all been tired before.” – “I guess so”, Chan sighed, getting back to work.

Felix was feeling more miserable by the minute but he decided that he had missed his chances to speak up. That didn’t mean that he would turn down the painkillers Seungmin offered him. The vocalist had noticed how Felix flinched whenever there was a loud noise and pressed long enough for the Aussie to admit to having a headache. Felix could only hope that his stomach too would settle once the pain improved or else he had no idea how he’d get through their dance practice session.

Luckily, his headache did improve and though his stomach still felt funny, he was only the slightest bit queasy. What Felix hadn’t considered though, was the intense vertigo that hit him the moment he got to his feet to head down to the practice rooms. Squeezing his eyes shut, he clutched Hyunjin’s arm for support and was grateful that the older wrapped his arms around his waist to steady him. “Woah, you good?”, Hyunjin frowned worriedly, hesitant to step back even after his dongsaeng had found his balance. Felix nodded but it was barely convincing, still, he muttered: “Got up too fast. We’ve been sitting for too long.” – “Well, guess it’s a good thing we’ll be moving for the next couple of hours”, Hyunjin hummed, patting the Aussie’s shoulder. And boy were they moving.

Felix didn’t know how he did it but he had made it through the first two hours of dance practice with only minor slip ups. Sure, his moves weren’t as sharp as they usually were but hey, that was still pretty good considering that he felt like he was dancing aboard a wonky ship that was tossed about a stormy sea by relentless waves crashing against its hall. His stomach was churning once again, almost as if he was getting motion sick from his own dance moves. Still, he had only gagged into his mouth once and had been able to turn away from his group, so that nobody noticed. When Minho eventually called a ten minute break, Felix didn’t take a single step more, shakily sitting down on the floor right where he had stood.

Chan seemed worried about Felix despite the younger’s best efforts to hide his struggle. By now, the boy was too out of it to notice Chan’s concern though. Felix’ stomach cramped horribly and it was almost impossible to move but somehow, he still managed to get to his feet and resume practice once the short break was over. How he was able to stay on his feet, the dancer didn’t know because his head spun and his vision blurred. Felix wasn’t even sure if his moves were on beat, not hearing the music over the ringing in his ears, and he also didn’t notice how he lost his balance, realizing a moment to late that the blurry picture was tipping sideways.

Without as much as an attempt at catching himself, Felix crumpled to the floor, the impact sending shock waves through his body and making his head pound. “Shit, you alright, mate?”, Chan frowned as he crouched next to his dongsaeng. Felix’ eyes seemed out of focus despite the leader being pretty sure that the boy hadn’t hit his head, which confused and worried the older greatly. Dazedly sitting up, Felix slurred: “Gonna be s-“ Before choking up his meager breakfast over his lap. He almost slumped over, had it not been for Chan catching him by the shoulders, steadying him as he retched. Hyunjin was by their side in an instant, carefully brushing Felix’ hair out of his face, impressed by how long it had gotten. Tugging the hair tie out of his hair, Hyunjin tied his dongsaeng’s hair into a messy ponytail and gently rubbed the younger’s back.

A few unproductive heaves later, Felix collapsed backwards and Chan slowly lowered him to the ground, so he wouldn’t hit his head. “You with us, Lix?”, the leader asked softly, taking the other’s hand and lifting up his arm to examine it. Humming in confirmation, Felix squeezed his eyes shut and tried to fight off the unbearable dizziness that threatened to send his stomach over the edge again. It was only now that he was taking stock of his body that he felt warm liquid running down his arm and the moist warmth that soaked through the fabric of his pants. Realizing that his stomach contents were currently seeping through his pants, Felix tried to roll onto his side and gagged emptily. He couldn’t even really prop himself up because Chan was still holding onto his arm. Felix tugged in the arm in Chan’s grasp, whining hoarsely.

There were a few muffled voices in the background but Felix couldn’t decipher what anyone was saying until Chan’s calm voice right next to him promised: “It’s okay. Your elbow is bleeding though, so don’t put it on the floor. We wouldn’t want you getting any dirt into that wound.” Or vomit but Chan didn’t say that out loud. “His knee’s bleeding too, hyung”, Hyunjin mumbled and Felix could feel him tug on his soiled pants. Barely even lifting his head, the younger winced: “Could you stop, please?” The skin on his knee stung already and Hyunjin’s fussing was making it worse. “I’m sorry, do you think you can sit up and change into some clean shorts though?”, the older hummed, “If not, at least keep your eyes open, so we know you’re still conscious.” – “Dizzy”, Felix breathed but shakily sat up to wriggle out of his pants.

Taking a seat behind Felix, so his dongsaeng could lean against his chest, Chan whispered: “Did you hit your head or have you been dizzy before?” – “Been dizzy for a while. Wouldn’t have toppled over that easily if I hadn’t”, the dancer muttered but relaxed into his hyung’s arms. Minho had handed Chan a towel, so the eldest could wipe the sweat from Felix’ pale face, while Hyunjin had removed the younger’s vomit stained pants and was making quick work of cleaning the mess of his thighs, so he could patch up his knee. “Can you tell us how you’re feeling now?”, Chan hummed as he cupped Felix’ cheek, “And the truth please, no more, I’m-fine-just-tired-BS.” Drawing a deep breath, the other shuddered: “Dizzy an’ my head hurts. Stomach really doesn’t this merry-go-round.” – “Can I have your arm, please?”, Hyunjin asked softly once he had finished patching up Felix’ knee.

“How long have you felt like that?”, Chan continued, feeling his dongsaeng’s forehead, “You feel pretty warm and I don’t think that’s just because you’ve been dancing.” Leaning into the leader’s touch, Felix yawned: “Went to bed exhausted as hell and woke up feeling odd. Didn’t think I was sick though.” – “Well, I think you’re sick though”, the eldest countered with Hyunjin adding: “Same here.” The were quiet sounds of confirmation from the other members, making Felix sigh: “I guess. Just really wanna go home.” – “We’ll take you home”, Chan promised, “Could you sip some water first?” Weakly shaking his head, the younger admitted: “Wouldn’t stay down.” – “Okay, we’ll try later. Would you like some gum?”, Hyunjin offered, handing Felix a strip of gum when the boy nodded. He really wanted to get this awful taste off his tongue.

Minho lent Felix his spare pair of shorts and they hoisted the boy to his feet afterwards. Felix hadn’t been kidding when he said he was dizzy, almost tumbling down again if it hadn’t been for Chan and Hyunjin steadying him. “Easy there”, Chan shushed, rubbing Felix’ back when the younger slumped against his chest with a tired whimper. He really didn’t feel good at all and why was he still so dizzy? Clutching the leader’s shirt, Felix sniffled: “I really want my bed and not to get up anytime soon.” – “That sounds like a great plan actually”, Chan smiled. With how stubborn his dongsaeng had been earlier, he had already feared how difficult it would be to get him to rest but it seemed the young dancer was done putting up a fight. “Come on, let’s get you home and to bed”, Hyunjin whispered, taking Felix’ arm to guide him on their way.

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