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2seok with sick seokjin and caretaker hobi pretty pleaseeee i rarely see this combo literally the cutest duo ever theyre so underrated 🥺 and hobi rubs his hyung back when he gets sick, bringing his plushie to jin just like how jin did when hobi was sick

— Incredibly Sick —

a.n : hii anon, im so sorry this take a long time to fulfill, i hope you're still around 🥹 i dont think there's much fluff in this, but i hope you like it ! thank u for requesting :) and if you're interested with more 2seok, i think i have written a few, all of it is in my masterlist ~

Seokjin isn't one who easily get sick. If he needs to put it in a rank between all of their members, he would be on the top 3, right between Namjoon and Jungkook. He even can count with his fingers how many times he had been unluckily getting sick in a year. That was a privilege, a blessing—but everything, of course, comes with a price. And that's for him is always getting the hardest hit whenever he's sick.

Yeah, he can count with his fingers how many times he had been sick—but with all of those count, 2 of it he ended up in a hospital, and one of it leaving him in a full bedrest for 3 days, after Yoongi found him almost fainting in their bathroom.

And with that being said, he always trying his best to keep himself healthy. All the healthy lifestyle—food, masks, regular working out. He did all of that. Even a decent sleep schedule ; that most of people scoffed at the idea, since he's an idol, who knowns to have packed schedule and awake at 2am for recording. But alas, Seokjin managed to do it.

Until a slip up coming, today.

It started as he just trying to sleep off a small headache last night, after a full day of shooting and meeting. He brushed it off after downing an aspirin—knowing that it might only a stress-induced headache that he and almost everyone else, usually get when their schedule is too jam packed. So, he didn't make too much fuss about it.

But as times goes on, it becomes clear something is really wrong.

The first time, he stirs awake, grunting to himself as he sleepily tugs his blanket closer to his chin. If someone could see it, he is frowning deep at how cold he felt. Missing how he has started to covered in sweat, and how his skin feels like it's on fire.

Seokjin just curled himself smaller, making himself disappear underneath the thick blanket and went back to sleep.

It only last for 5 minutes, before he groans—feeling weird all over his body, and growing even colder. His whole body hurts too.

With his eyes closed, he peels his hand from the warmth of thick blanket, to his forehead, and his chin—giving it a light press and pat. It burns.

And he groans even more, diving his head further to the pillow as his brain quick to catch up the conclusion. He's catching a fever.

With the new knowledge, he wonder if a shower would help. He feel gross and clammy—and the idea really does sound nice, but he feels weak, like suddenly someone chaining him on the bed. The achy feeling on his muscles also prevent him to entertain the idea. He just can't bring himselves to at least try to get up. The coldness outside the blanket, tells him it's not worth the effort. And with how heavy his head right now, Seokjin is sure he would end up fainting along the way if he try to get up now.

So with a sigh, he tugs the blanket even more and let sickness drags him to sleep. Thinking that maybe with some kind of magical power, he will feel better later.

The second time he wake up—is luckily, a little bit longer than the first one. He got an hour of sleep, before he stirs with how uncomfortable his body is. His teeth clattering out of his own will, and his whole body burn even more—the one kind that makes you feels difficult to catch a breath. Everything around him feels suffocating. He parts his lip, trying to get more inhale of oxygen that way—before he racked into a fit of cough. His throat dry, and feels like it's been rubbed with sandpaper. He draws a warm breathe. Shifting a little, resting his arms over his eyes—in his mind, a water, or maybe tea would definitely do him some good.

Seokjin blearily pushes himself to lift his head a bit, squinting to get used with the dim light, and swipe his vision to the nightstand. A groan scapes his lips when it's empty. No sight of glass or even bottle of water there. How great everything is!

He fidget uncomfortably at the feeling of the blankets sticking to their skin—feeling it warm and burning his skin at the same time, and he can only whimper at the way each breath feels like it's scratching over their throat. He feels so bad.

And before he can drown into self-pity, or a full breakdown, exhaustion takes over his body.

Seokjin wonders why night time feels so long. As the third time he wakes up, the world outside is still dark. There's no light filtering through his curtain, and the dorm is still blanketed with silent. He didn't manage to sleep much—it's prominent with how fuzzy he felt— getting woken up, this time, by a cramp. Great, guess his stomach wants to join the party too. He hissed, squirm a bit as he place a shaky hand on his belly, feeling it shift under his fingers. It makes a loud gurgling sound, and he can't help but whimper as a burp makes his whole skin shuddered.

"Ah ..", Seokjin moans to himself. His free hands now migrating to hovers over his lips. Knowing his body to well that /this/, will end up in a dangerous turn. His fingers still softly rubs over his burning belly, hoping his weak attempt can soothe whatever storm going on there—at least until one of the members wake up and barge into his room.

But everything in his body is going too fast, as a light press from him—push a bubble up to his throat, causing him to reluctantly burps. But it's wetter this time, and he feels like there's lava burning at the back of his throat. He grimaces. Frowning even deeper with how it brings a sour and foul taste all over his tongue.

He swallows hard, and tries to force it down.

But then again, his body never listen to him, as his stomach decides to erupt itself. He feels like throwing up.

He pressed his palm hard, as he jolts out of the bed. Ignoring how his muscles basically throb and scream in pain, and scrambles to the bathroom. A wet and sour gag racked to him, just in time when he arrived at the toilet. He didn't have it to care in him how loud the sounds of him slamming the seat open, and how gross the sounds of the next wet gag that echoes through it. He just need to throw up.

Seokjin pants heavily. Feeling his throat tight, and every fibers of his body prickles with nausea. He adjusted his footing and held onto the toilet seat for stability as the urge to gag grew stronger again. His mouth opened with a hollow-sounding belch, and a trickle of burning bile ran out of his mouth. He shivered, feeling all the gross sensation wrapping his body, along with the coldness from his fever and the bathroom temperature.

He dropped his head low, resting it against the cold toilet seat, as he curled himself small. Hoping that the pressure between his arms and his middle could make a difference. Could end the cramps and sloshing in it. He coughs—voice sounding too loud from his liking. But then it's silent, as he sways with nausea.

"Gosh .."

He mumbles after a good 2 minutes of silent, as he scrambles, hung onto the toilet seat as his body shook with a violent heave. Watery torrents of vomit showered into the water. He paused, choking on a breathe, before belched loudly, and threw up some more. It feels like his stomach squeezing itself dry, as it didn't give him any time to rest. Wave after wave pouring out of his throat, and growing thicker by each time as he starts to tossed out his food that he consumed the whole day.

"Fuck ..", he curses breathlessly during the lull, feeling dizzy and lightheaded after all the force he let out. He shakily flushed the mess below him, barely could register what it was that he threw up as his eyes brimming with tears.

The toilet didn't get a full time to finished it flushing, before Seokjin threw his head deep again. Rocked with shuddering retches as new wave of vomit fell from his mouth and splashed noisily into the toilet.

The second round was more intense than the first, but over more quickly. At last the heaving tapered off, leaving him exhausted but feeling slightly better. He let himself slump against the bathub. Not even caring at the edge of it digging his spine, as he catch his breath. The room is spinning. And it feels like someone just sucked his soul.

He stays there as he trying to regain his energy back. Slowly rising, flushing the toilet, and carefully wiping off his face with a towel, before he trudged over his bedroom door. He needs water. And some medicine that maybe he could find in the cabinet.

He doesn't even know if they had whatever medicine he needs, or for his symptoms. But he just need to take something to make himself feel better.

The walk downstairs feels awfully long and scary. As he sways with every steps, fingers tracing the wall carefully for support and guidance. The floor below him is moving slightly in his eyes. Everything is blurry and his limbs feel like jelly. He didn't realize he was swaying till he felt his body hit something.

Or perhaps someone.

The collision reaches him as he slowly lifted up his gaze, blinking drowsiness away. Hoseok is standing in front of him, "Hyung? Are you okay? Gosh, watch your step!", he chuckles, "You almost fall there, you're lucky you're on the last stairs and i was here"

Seokjin grimaces, for some reason, Hoseok's touch against his skin feels prickly, and his voice .. gosh, it's giving him headache.

"Hyung .. are you okay?", Hoseok's grins tapered down. Changed into concern. Especially when he realized how hot his hyung body is, and how he practically support all of his weight.

"No ..", Seokjin muttered, as he tried to push himself up, only to fail miserably. Hoseok caught him easily, supporting most of his weight. "It hurts..", he murmured in between pained breaths. "I want some water..", he croaks.

Hoseok nodded, as he guides him to the couch. "Okay .. okay. Let me get it for you, you can sit here"

Seokjin nods, sitting gingerly on the couch. Eyes closing as he rests a sweaty hand against his forehead. He feels sick again. Like he drank poison or something. His body feels like it's on fire.

Hoseok came rushing back a few minutes later with water, handing it to him. Seokjin takes it gratefully, taking a big sip.

He feels the cool sensation of the water run down his throat, before grimacing after few gulps as he feels it falls heavy in his stomach. It gurgles in protest. "What's wrong hyung?", Hoseok asks, worry clear in his tone. Taking the glass from the older as he could see his hand shaking.

Seokjin closes his eyes again, sighing, "Is there medicine?"

"Oh." Hoseok looks up, frowning, "What? Are you sick?"

Seokjin hums, letting his head lull to the side. He quietly takes Hoseok's hand and places it on his own forehead. If he didn't feel so sick, he would chuckle at the gasps that erupted immediately from the younger after, "Shit hyung .. you're burning up"

"Mhm", Seokjin agrees, before he let go of his hand. "I need medicine .. i just feel awful"

Hoseok's gaze softens, "What else do you feel? I will search it for you. Do you want something to eat as well?"

Seokjin's face scrunched up at the mention of food. "No .. i'm too nauseous to eat. Just .. fever reducer .. or anything i will take it", he murmured.

"Okay hyung, wait here"

Seokjin closed his eyes, feeling his head spin as he leans against the couch. He starts to feel cold again. Tiredness starts to settle in him, not realizing how bad his body must be feeling for all of it to start getting so tired now. He yawned widely. And before he knows it, sleep was dragging him down.

When he woke up, it was because of someone shaking his body, and—"Hyung! Hyung! wake up!"

He blearily opens his eyes, before squinting his eyes open. He winces in pain, before groaning softly when he realizes that he was still sleeping on the couch. His neck ached, and he feels like burning. "Fuck .. you're shivering", he could hear Hoseok grumbles around him, "Let me get you to your room hyung .. can you stand up?"

Seokjin blinks absentmindedly, letting Hoseok lifts his arm across his shoulders, and pulls him into an upright position with little effort. Once he was up, Hoseok lead him towards his bedroom, opening the door and guiding him inside.

Seokjin stumbled into his bed, and Hoseok closed the door behind them. "Let me change your shirts hyung .. you're covered in sweats", he heard Hoseok's footsteps approach his bed, and then feel a warm pair of hands pull at his shirt, before pulling it over his head.

He turned to the side, trying to keep his eyes open, and watched as Hoseok rummages in the wardrobe, pulling out some clean clothes.

"Hyung, please put these on".

His vision became slightly less blurry when he did as told. "Thank you..", he muttered, voice muffled by the pillow.

Seokjin felt the mattress dip, as Hoseok settled beside him, "I get you fever reducer and pain killer", he said, as he gently pushed Seokjin's hair aside, and started to rub his temples. "But it said that it can't be taken with empty stomach hyung .. let's try to eat something little, hm?"

Seokjin sighed, "I don't feel so good", he mumbled, as he closed his eyes. "I will throw it up later"

"I bring you bread here, just 2 bites .. how does it sound?", Hoseok asks, as he gently massaged the base of Seokjns temples.

Seokjin huffs, before nodding. The faster he gets this over, then faster he could feel better. He tugs the blanket close, wrapping himself in a coccoon as Hosek hands him the bread and the medicine. He took both with one hand while he ate the bread with the other. Hoseok patiently waits for Seokjn to finish the medicine and drink the whole bottle of water.

They were silent for awhile until Hoseok finally spoke, seeming proud that the older can get a few bites in his stomach. "Now you can go back to sleep hyung", he said gently, patting Seokjn shoulder.

Seokjin hums, letting his body falls to the soft his stomach starts to react, loudly, over the new guests. He grits his teeth at the grumbles under his palm.

"Hobi ..", he quietly calls the younger, making him stop at his tracks as Hoseok tidy up the room.

"Hm? Do you need anything?"

Seokjin huffs. The nausea is coming back. "Stay—", he chocked on his words. His eyes widen as he could feel the rush of his bread coming up to his throat. Instead of continuing his request, he throws the blanket off—completely ignoring how the world tilt harshly under his feet. A loud gag sounds throughout the entire room as it erupts from his mouth. He feels dizzy as he struggles to hold his balance. Hands reaching out for the nearby edge of the table.

Seokjin barely registers when he fell kneeling in front of the toilet. Barely get a time to lift the seat before his stomach contracts and squeeze spurts of vomit out of his mouth.

"Ah ..", he gasps, leaning over the bowl. Hands resting on top of his stomach, clutching the material tightly. Trying to stop the flow of vomit.

"Hyung!", Hoseok marches through the door, immediately scooping the older shaky frame under his arms. But Seokjin barely can register as he gave a long, deep belch, and puke showered into the toilet. A bigger wave than earlier, as the bread he just ate comes out of his lips just the same. Hasn't properly digested by his sick stomach. Hoseok scrunches his face, quietly patting his own stomach to not get affected by anything. His hyung need him.

"Hyung ... breath", Hoseok whispered, watching as Seokjin struggled to breathe. The older's grip tightening around the rim as his breathing quickened even more."Sshh .. you're okay, it's okay, let it out"

Seokjin shakes his head, eyes still closing as he hung onto the toilet seat, diving into it once more when his body shook with a violent heave. Thick torrents of water showered into the bowl. He paused, belched loudly, and threw up some more.

Hoseok bites his lips, getting alarmed by the amount of vomit the older let out, and the fact it wasn't slowing down either. Most of it was water. Seokjin gonna pass out of dehydration if he keeps going like this. "Hyung .. let me call Yoongi hyung, hm? Then we can go to the hospital", he asked cautiously.

He could already feel his hyung muscles tense at his suggestion as he lets another gush of vomit out of his mouth.

"No ..", Seokjin managed to croaks out when the wave in his body tappered down. His cheeks flushed and stained with tears. His ribs hurts. The rest of his body is screaming out in pain. He feels so weak. "Just want to sleep", he breathes. "I'll be fine", he added, as he pushes himself away from the toilet.

Seokjin tries to steady himself on his feet, but only ends up losing balance. Hoseok quickly holds onto him for support, keeping him from falling, and helping him walk to the bed.

"Can you set the bucket here?", Seokjin asks, that almost comes out like a mumbling with how hoarse his voice sounded.

Hoseok nods, rushes to the bathroom in instant, and comes 2 seconds later, setting the clean bucket with water in it near the bed. "Rest hyung, here, have your son with you", he cooed, placing the alpaca plushies near him, before rubbing circles on the elder's back soothingly. Seokjin chuckles at that, happily accepting his plushies and pressed it against his aching body. His muscles starts to relax.

"When you wake up, let's go to the doctor? I'm worried hyung", Hoseok says after few minutes of silence. But seems as if everything is becoming black for Seokjin. His brain couldn't process a lot anymore. He just nods weakly, letting himself sink into the soft sheets of his bed as Hoseok pulls the covers higher on him.

"Whatever you say Hoba .. agree", he mumbles, barely forming a coherent sentences before darkness consumed him completely.

He will deal with whatever it is when he wakes up.

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