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I remember during one festa when Yoongi said he got sick on the rides at an amusement park, then Jimin called him out saying Yoongi got sick not because of the rides but because he was actually hungover 🤣 Maybe you could write something along those lines

Oh I absolutely remember that festa clip. I love that and I really enjoyed fleshing that two second interaction into this almost 3.5k fic. I hope you enjoy it! Thanks for requesting!

Pairing: OT7 - platonic. But pretty much everyone has cute moments with Yoongi. Ship as you please.

Words: 3467

Warnings: Emeto || Graphic Descriptions of Nausea || Hangover || Motion Sickness || Intoxication

Inspiration: 2021 Festa (in case you haven't seen the clip, here's a link to youtube. Credit to the video uploader of course!)

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“Yoongi-hyung, maybe you should pace yourself?” Namjoon encourages as he watches Yoongi chug his fourth whiskey in two hours. It was supposed to be a casual bonding night for the hyung-line. But it turned into more of a drunken circus. They’ve all had more than they should, but Yoongi’s taking it to an extreme.

“I’m no lightweight, Joon. I can handle my liquor.” Yoongi replies, slamming the empty glass against the table top. He shakes his head to clear his mind and calls for the bartender to order another drink.

Namjoon bites his lip. He looks to Hoseok and Seokjin for back up, but they are off in their own little world. Namjoon hears bits and pieces of the conversation, something about the mobile game Seokjin’s currently obsessing about. When Seokjin starts talking about gaming, he doesn’t stop. Namjoon resolves that they will little help in wrangling Yoongi in. He takes a cautious sip of his beer. Despite how much he wants to join the others in drunkenness, he knows someone has to be the responsible one. He’s used to that role.

When Yoongi’s served a fifth drink, Namjoon picks up another conversation with his fellow rapper. Just to fill the air before Yoongi knocks another back without a care in the world. Seriously, doesn’t that burn his throat? “So we’re going to the amusement park tomorrow?” He tries to sound excited.

Yoongi swirls the amber liquid around in the glass, “Yeah. I guess that’s the plan.”

“We should probably head back to the dorm early then? We don’t want to be hungover.” Namjoon suggests, sipping again on his own drink. “That wouldn’t be very fun.”

The older rapper clicks his tongue. “If you want to worry, Namjoon, why don’t you worry about Hob-ah or Jin-hyung.” Yoongi hiccups, quick to take a sip to prevent it from happening again. “I don’t get hungover.”

Yoongi has never been so wrong before.

He wakes up the next morning with a splitting headache and a churning stomach ache. After he works up the energy to pull himself from bed, he shuffles to the bathroom. He only has to look at the toilet and his mouth fills with warm vomit. He kneels before the bowl, spewing round after round of liquor and stomach acid into the water. He doesn’t remember the sting from the alcohol going down, but it sure as hell burns coming back up. After 10 minutes, he thinks he’s empty. While he stares down at his own mess, he prays that he’s gotten it all out of his system.

He takes deep, ragged breaths as he hoists himself back on his feet and flushes away the mess. He stumbles to the sink to rinse his mouth and wash his face. On the counter, there’s a bottle of aspirin, the brand that Hoseok uses. He knows that Hoseok’s a bit type-a about things, but he resolves that he won’t miss two pills and swallows them after he brushes his teeth.

The mirror reminds him that he looks like death warmed over. Disheveled and pale, eyes sunken and surrounded by deep purple skin. He does his best to clean himself up, knowing the other members are waiting for him downstairs. They’re going to the amusement park, he needs to be okay.

Back in his room, there's a bowl of hangover soup on the dresser he shares with Seokjin. Maybe it's a bowl his hyung had started but never finished. Yoongi doesn't think Seokjin will mind if he drinks the rest. He's never needed it before, so he's not sure how long it takes to kick in. He hurriedly gets dressed and joins everyone else downstairs.

"Have too much to drink, Yoongi-hyung?"

"I thought I saw Seokjinnie-hyung making hangover soup this morning."

"Hyung, You're looking paler than usual."

The maknaes are quick to tease him. Even if Yoongi didn't look like a walking PSA about the importance of alcohol pacing, Namjoon told them all about Yoongi's personal rager.

Yoongi flicks each of their foreheads. It's only a quarter of his usual force, but it's something. He assures them he's not hungover. But it's hard when he has to resist the urge to wince at Jimin's high pitched cackling.

"I just didn't sleep well. I'll be fine after some coffee." The rapper shuffles to the kitchen to fill a travel mug with the bitter liquid. But the mug is simply for show. He doesn't intend on drinking any of it.

Everyone doubts him, exchanging side glances and whispers.

Namjoon watches as Yoongi pretends to take sips of the coffee. He's not a great actor. His Adam's apple doesn't move when he's supposedly swallowing. It does, however, bob up and down while Yoongi sways his way to the van.

In the car, Namjoon's worry peaks and he sends a private message to Yoongi.

To: Yoongi-hyung

Hyung, are you sure you're feeling okay? If you feel sick, I can tell a driver to take you back to the dorm.

The response comes in quickly

From: Yoongi-hyung

Joon, I told you not to worry about it. I'm fine. I just need more time to wake up.

Yoongi pockets his phone and Namjoon realizes that's the end of the conversation.

Yoongi can hardly stand to look at the screen. The bright screen light is triggering his motion sickness which is a horrible combination with his hangover. He spends the whole car ride on the verge of vomiting. Which concerns him because he was pretty sure he emptied his stomach earlier. But by sheer luck he's able to hold back.

Once they are inside the park, they all identify initial objectives. Jungkook's first objective is to eat. It's seconded by Taehyung, Jin thirds it. And Namjoon's vote puts it in the majority. Yoongi can’t focus on any of their conversations. The sun is too bright, it stings his eyes. And the roaring sounds of roller coaster tracks and excited screams make his head feel like it’s about to explode. So he just follows the group as they find a place to grab lunch.

But amusement park food is greasy. And Yoongi's already feeling sick. The hangover plus motion sickness plus fast food grease would be a deadly combination. He's sure to puke. So when Namjoon and Jimin take orders, he asks for a fruit smoothie in place of a meal. The members try to convince him to eat more, but he stands his ground.

It's cold, which transforms his pulsing headache into a pounding one. And it's sweet, which doesn't sit well in his sour stomach. The few sips he's taken already don't sit well with him. He drinks less than half of it before he deliberately throws it away.

The others watch as Yoongi throws the Styrofoam cup into the trash bin like it's personally offended him. Yoongi holds his head in his hands when he returns to the table, waiting for the others to finish.

"Did you not like the smoothie, hyung?" Taehyung asks carefully. "I thought you liked strawberry."

"Wasn't hungry," Yoongi replies through barely parted lips. He fears more than words will come out. Lying is as easy as breathing for him today. "You guys finish up, I'm okay."

After lunch, Jimin suggests they go on rides. They put it to a vote and it's unanimous, excluding Yoongi who abstained from the vote. So they start to wander the park. Jungkook talks about his favorite rides. Hoseok asks that they start off with the smaller rides and work their way up to the big coasters.

After three rides, Yoongi's sure his brain is going to pound out of his skull. And his stomach found a new home in his throat. He's made the mistake of riding the twirling tea cup ride with resident mischief maker Taehyung, who apparently has more upper body strength than he lets on. As soon as he's off the ride, he sprints in a jagged pattern to the closest trash bin. He throws his head over the opening with just enough time to spew the little bit of smoothie he managed to force down. He knows all the smoothie is gone when he feels the next heave burn like the stomach acid and alcohol from before.

They all crowd around him, shielding him from public eyes. No one should know of them. But on the off chance someone recognizes them, puking into a trash bin should not be a part of their image.

"Maybe I spun it a bit too fast?" Taehyung rubs the back of his neck apologetically.

"A bit?" Namjoon questions, also unfortunate enough to share the small cup with the second maknae.

Jimin rubs Yoongi's back as the rapper finishes up. "I think Yoongi-hyung should go home. He's clearly not feeling well." The young dancer directs the statement at Namjoon, but it's Yoongi who replies.

"No," Yoongi spits a final time into the bin before lifting his head. The world is still spinning, his stomach is still churning, and his head is still pounding. But he's not going back to the dorms. He's not ruining this fun day for them all. "It's just a little motion sickness. I just need a break, then I'll be good to go." It's not very convincing with his knees wobbling together while he speaks. Jimin's supporting nearly all of his weight.

There are a few tongue clicks and eye rolls at Yoongi's persistence. But ultimately they allow it. Jimin decides to stay back with Yoongi, sharing a tendency to experience motion sickness. And Hoseok joins them when he sees the monstrous roller coaster the others are walking toward. Hoseok's not a fan of watching others be sick. But he also really doesn't like the big rides. It's a lose lose, but at least on the bench he can try to help his friend.

Jimin and Hoseok try to coddle him, but Yoongi holds onto his independence. He stifles back a queasy burp behind his palm. "Tae was just spinning it really fast. I just need to sit for a bit." He shrugs off their concern, "But seriously, has Tae been lifting weights? Where is he hiding all that upper body strength?"

Hoseok and Jimin chuckle, calmed by the fact that Yoongi can still crack bad sarcastic jokes. But they are still concerned. Yoongi has looked pale and fatigued all day. And he doesn't seem to be getting any better with time. In fact, it's getting worse.

Hoseok braves the understatement of the century once again, "Yoongi-hyung, are you hungover from last night?" He doesn't even allow Yoongi time to answer. "It's really okay if you are. No one's going to judge you. I was a bit hungover this morning, too." He lies. He only had two drinks the whole night. But maybe Yoongi would be more open if he thought he wasn't alone.

"How many times do I have to say it!" Yoongi starts with a shout, but the loud volume irritates his headache and he lowers his voice, "I don't get hangovers. I know how to handle my alcohol." He's lying, at this point even to himself. He doesn't know why it's so hard to just admit it at this point. It's not like he's enjoying himself anyway. It's just principle at this point. "You guys know I get motion sickness. Why is it so hard to believe?"

Jimin sighs, resisting the urge to flick his hyung. The vocalist has been wearing motion sickness wrist bands to help with his own propensity to motion sickness. But he figures Yoongi needs them more. He takes them off and slides them onto Yoongi's wrists. He explains something about pressure points and how the wristbands help to relieve the symptoms of motion sickness, but Yoongi barely has the bandwidth to listen, let alone understand. He just knows that Jimin swears by them.

Yoongi feels guilty as Jimin situates them in Yoongi's thin wrists. He knows Jimin brought those for himself. Because when Jimin gets motion sick, he gets it bad. But the voalist brushes off the rapper's concern. He insists that he also took a motion sickness pill before they left and he'd be fine. So Yoongi smiles and thanks Jimin for his generosity.

The other four thrill seekers go on several more rides while Yoongi, Jimin and Hoseok rest. They've been sitting still for a while. Yet Yoongi still feels like shit, but he knows he's stationary long enough for the motion sickness to pass. He's still not going to admit the hangover, so he knows they need to move on. It's not fair to Jimin and Hoseok, who probably wanted to enjoy the trip with everyone else.

Still, he doesn't want to try any more rides just yet. "You guys want to play some games?" Yoongi asks, slowly rising off the bench.

Hoseok and Jimin share a knowing look, but smile at Yoongi and agree. "Sure, let's win some prizes to take back to the dorms." Hoseok cheers.

They wander the park, stopping by all the game booths with bright colored plush toys. Several rounds of balloon darts and ring toss later, they collected a total of seven stuffed animals. A cheeky hamster that reminds them of Seokjin and a fluffy bunny that has the exact same smile as Jungkook. There's one for every member.

The two groups eventually wander into each other. Jimin is eager to distribute the plush toys among the members when he finds them. They all share hearty laughter at the striking resemblances between their designated characters. When Jungkook suggests they take a group selca with their new pets, Yoongi positions himself furthest from the camera and tries to hide behind the taller members. He’s barely visible, but his scowling cat plush can be seen over Seokjin’s shoulder. No one suggests a retake.

“Can we go on more rides now?” Taehyung jumps up and down on Hoseok’s shoulder eagerly. It’s a big park, there’s still so much to do. So many roller coasters to ride. “Please…” He bats his long lashes when no one immediately answers him.

“What do you think, Yoongi-hyung, ready to try another ride?” Jimin asks, rubbing Yoongi’s back. He can feel the oldest rapper stifle back a sickly burp, but says nothing about it.

Yoongi doesn’t think he’s ready, convinced every single ride will end with him leaning into a bin. But he nods anyway, “Yeah. What are you thinking Tae?”

Taehyung wears a sinister smile while he points to the bright yellow track behind them. The closer they get to the track, the more Yoongi can see the steep drops, loops, and corkscrews built in. It even goes backwards for a period of time. Just looking at the ride puts his stomach in his throat. He looks down at the motion sickness bands on his wrists and knows he can’t complain. As far as they are concerned, his motion sickness is under control.

There’s loud, repetitive music playing while they wait in line. His head pounds in tune with the song. And the screaming of the passengers currently on the coaster does little to help. The line moves fairly quickly and before he knows it, he’s sitting in a car next to Namjoon.

The leader can sense the uneasiness radiating off of his fellow rapper. He hears Yoongi gulp thickly as the chest bar clicks into place over his torso. “Hyung, are you sure you’re okay?” Namjoon asks for probably the 100th time that day.

“Joon,” Yoongi warns, sending him a glare. It’s lacking its usual intensity.

“All you have to do is admit you’re hungover. You can get off the ride and go home.” Namjoon continues, “No one would think any less of you.”

“I’m not hungover.”

“Yes you are!” Namjoon has known Yoongi the longest. And he’s never known Yoongi to keep up a lie for so long. He’s sick of it. “It’s written all over your face! Just admit it.” Namjoon’s using his leader voice. Yoongi wavers.

“Fine! Okay, fine! Yes. I’m hun-” before Yoongi can finish the words, the automated roller coaster warning voice interrupts him and the seats start to move. He gulps heavily and slaps both hands over his mouth. He keeps his eyes clamped shut the whole time.

It’s the longest 3 minutes of his life. As soon as the ride comes to a complete stop, Yoongi gags into his mouth and Namjoon pulls him out of the seat. They run down the ramp and Yoongi developed a talent for finding the nearest garbage bin during this trip. He once again throws himself over the rim, vomiting whatever still has the audacity to be inside of him. He’s finally down to the bile. The other five are quick to catch up.

Namjoon’s patting Yoongi’s back, “Get it all out. You’ll be okay.” There’s a hoarse “shut up Joon” between heaves but Namjoon just smiles and ignores it. He turns to look at the rest of the members. “He’s hungover. He finally admitted it to me.” He informs proudly, still providing physical comfort to the gagging rapper. The smell of rotting discarded park food is not helping his stomach settle at all.

There’s an echo of finally-s and we know-s and one very sarcastic sounding duh that Yoongi’s convinced came from Seokjin. When Yoongi spits the last of the excess saliva, he turns to face the members. He quickly tries to defend himself. “In my defense, I do get motion sickness.”

“Hyung, no offense, but you look terrible. You’ve looked awful since you woke up this morning.” Taehyung counters.

“And your motion sickness has never been this bad before.” Jungkook adds. “We’re not stupid, hyung.”

Yoongi huffs, “Well if you all knew, why did you force me on all those rides,” He makes direct eye contact with Taehyung, “Why did you spin the teacup ride so fast if you knew?”

"Because you kept lying.” Seokjin reveals.

Namjoon piggy-backs off Seokjin, “We all asked you over and over to admit you were ill. We gave you so many outs! But you kept saying you were okay and following along. What did you want us to do? Force you to leave? You're an adult. We can't make decisions for you." The leader puts his hands on his hips, “If you want to torture youself, that’s your business. You can’t blame us.”

Yoongi tries to come up with a counter, but he knows they're right. He knows he’s been stubborn. He's mostly mad at himself for drinking too much the night before. He really has no reason to be mad at the members. So he concedes. "Whatever, I’m sorry for lying. You guys were right. I'm hungover and I feel like shit. Can I go home now?" Yoongi whines, hands curled over his stomach. His headache is acting up again and his stomach is still churning. He curses the wrist bands Jimin let him borrow, they aren't doing anything to help with his nausea.

The others know he just needs to sleep it off. “I’ll drive him home,” Hoseok volunteers, also having received enough adrenaline for the day. “Call for a company driver when you guys are ready to leave.” He knows it could still be hours before the rest of the members decide to leave.

“There should still be leftover hangover soup for you to heat up, Hoseok-ah,” Seokjin informs, “Make sure Yoongi drinks some.”

“That didn’t work this morning.” Yoongi grumbles.

“Oh so you did see that?” Seokjin cocks his head, “Some thanks would have been appreciated. Do you know how early I woke up to make that for you?” Yoongi knows Seokjin’s being sarcastic to lighten the mood. He appreciates it. He chuckles and thanks Seokjin, even calling him his favorite hyung. “I’m your only hyung here. Your sentiment means nothing.” Seokjin smiles and pats Yoongi’s shoulder. “Feel better, Yoon.”

Yoongi apologizes one final time before Hoseok escorts him out of the park.

Yoongi pretends to be asleep the whole drive back, trying to avoid another lecture. Hoseok lets him pretend. He even goes so far as to gently wake Yoongi when they park at the dorms. “Yoongi-hyung, we’re home.” The younger rapper whispers. Yoongi grunts and climbs out of the vehicle.

Hoseok prepares some more hangover remedies while Yoongi just trudges right up to his bed, content to just sleep it off. When Hoseok knocks on the door with a tray full of remedies, there’s no answer. He lets himself in to find Yoongi already curled up under the covers and snoring softly. He sets the tray down on the night table and runs a hand through Yoongi's hair. He can already see some color returning to Yoongi's face. "Sleep tight, idiot-hyung." Hoseok smirks affectionately. He closes the door behind him when he leaves.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this!! HC Yoongi gets really bad hangovers that take a whole day to nurse. Talk about it with me, maybe? As always, thanks for reading to the end! Feedback is always appreciated. And please let me know if I missed any tags or TWs. Please call me out for any errors you notice!

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