#caretaker!seokjin

[comfortjoonie]

Namjoon -- Sick at Comeback

Here it is! I hope you all like it. Leave a comment and let me know what you think. <3

Namjoon blows out a slow, deep breath as he puts his mic around his ear.  He’s had a long day of feeling nauseous and feverish.  “Joon?” Hoseok says, putting his hand on Namjoon’s back.  “You feeling alright?  You look pale…”

  Namjoon nods.  “I feel a little sick to my stomach…but I should be fine.”  He starts to stand up and Hoseok puts a hand over his forehead.  

“You feel so d*mn warm Joonie, maybe you should sit this one out?” Hoseok says.  Jungkook walks into the room.

“Everything ok?” he asks, looking at Joon’s sweaty face.  “Hyung?”

“He’s sick,” Hoseok says.  “Poor thing has a fever.”

Namjoon’s eyebrows furrow.  “I can do it,” he says.

“There’s no shame if you can’t–”

“--I can, though.”  Namjoon uses his sleeve to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

“Well, we’re coming out now, okay?”  Namjoon nods at Jungkook’s words and walks up the stairs to the main area behind the curtain.  Suddenly, he feels a pain in his stomach and winces, Hoseok watching.

“Joon…”

“Hyung, it’s o-ok…” Namjoon stutters, putting his hair behind his ear.  But it wasn’t ok, he felt like he could puke at any moment.

“Now, hyung~!” Jungkook said, grabbing Namjoon’s hand and pulling him out.  The bright lights make Namjoon’s nausea double, and he puts a hand on Hoseok for support.  He walks slowly to the front of the stage and listens to Yoongi’s speech before hearing the music start.  “D*mn…” he mumbles as he tries to find his place.

When Taehyung starts singing, Namjoon’s body goes into autopilot and he does all the choreography he’s worked so hard on for months.  His chest feels tight and he can’t breathe properly.  When his verse comes on, he mumbles the lyrics enough to make the backtrack sound fuller, but the backtrack does most of the work for him.  At the end of the take, he all but collapses onto the floor in front of the whole audience, facing his back to them with his head on his knees.  He’s trying to catch his breath when he feels Jin’s warm hand on his back.

“Joonie, baby, what’s wrong?” Jin asks in a hushed tone.  Namjoon feels a tear pricking at the corner of his eye.

“I…” he gasps for air.  “I can’t…”

“Joonie, calm down.”  All the members are gathered around the leader now.

Namjoon suddenly feels the urge to vomit and springs up to rush to the nearest toilet.  His legs are shaky but they carry him to the bathroom.  He’s too slow to shut the door before Seokjin is inside with him, and he barely manages to get the toilet lid up before he’s gagging and coughing up the little he could eat for breakfast.  Seokjin rubs his back and tells him not to cry, but Namjoon is already sobbing from the embarrassment and pain of it all.  He finally finishes and flushes the toilet, then shuts the lid and rests his face on it.

“Oh, Joonie, come on, that’s not sanitary.  Let’s get you home…”  Namjoon has started shivering from the fever.  “Someone get him a blanket!” Seokjin calls, and a few moments later Hoseok returns with a blanket that Seokjin wraps Namjoon in.

“You poor thing,” Hoseok mutters, hugging Namjoon and letting him warm up a bit.  “We should get him home,” Hoseok says.

“Bad news,” Jungkook says.  “Since we’re on the left side of the stage and the door is on the right, the only way to get him across is to walk him across the stage in front of the fans…”

Namjoon’s breathing picks up with a panic, but Seokjin soothes him.  “It’s okay Joonie.  We’ll just be honest and tell the fans you weren’t feeling well.  It’s ok.  Just breathe…” Seokjin rubs circles into Namjoon’s back and uses his thumb to wipe the tears from Namjoon’s eyes.

“Taehyung is already on it,” Jungkook says.  “He’s telling the fans that Namjoon has to go home.  Can you walk, Joonie?  A company car is waiting…”

Namjoon nods.  “I need help, though…” Jungkook instantly links arms with Namjoon and Seokjin takes his other arm.  They start walking up to the stage when Namjoon hears the crowd chanting,

“Kim Namjoon!  It’s okay!” over and over again.  When he walks into their sight, applause deafens him and he winces at the sound.  Taehyung shushes the crowd.  Namjoon can’t bring himself to show his face to the audience, so he turns away slightly so they can only see his hair and cheek.  He walks slowly with everyone else as the crowd continues to chant his name, a bit quieter.  He feels completely surrounded with love.  The members help him into a company car, and Seokjin gets in with him.

“You five keep performing.  I have the least lines and the most love for Joonie so I’ll go with him.”

“Most love for Joonie?” Jungkook’s jaw drops.  “How could you say that when I’m right here and he’s my idol?”

“How can either of you say that when I’m here and he’s my soulmate?” Hoseok asks playfully.  Namjoon smiles a little bit.

“We can discuss this later,” laughs Seokjin.  “We’ll see you all in a few hours.”

  All the members wave goodbye to Seokjin and Namjoon as the car pulls away.  Only five minutes into the ride, Namjoon is sleeping on Seokjin’s lap.

Seokjin pets his hair.  “You’re so cute like this Joonie…”  Sometimes he wished his Joon would get sick more often so he could cuddle him like this.  But he wouldn’t say that when Namjoon was feeling so bad.

Seokjin rubbed Namjoon’s back.  It was an hour-long drive.  He had plenty of time to go to sleep…but first..

Seokjin snapped a picture of Namjoon resting peacefully and sent it to the group chat before dozing off with his arm protecting Namjoon.

#sick!namjoon #bts #sickfic #caretaker!yoongi #btssickfic #caretaker!seokjin #sicknamjoon #caretaker!jungkook #kpopsickfic

[softbtsickies]

Voo, it’s okay, you’re okay

Finally have free time and wanted to revive my account (though though I don’t think I’ve ever been constant enough to say this has ever been a active account lol)

but anyways I found this draft from last year, I think I was going to go in a different direction but I’ve have lately been thinking of Seokjin being the type of caretaker to make things go as smoothly as possible and trying to make throwing up be as calm as possible for the sickie so decided to use this and added a start and a somewhat ending :)

♡ Sickie: Taehyung

♡ Caretaker: Seokjin

♡Warnings: Emeto, food mentions, not really a proper ending,

Enjoy :)

Taehyung thinks he can hear the laughter of both his members and the film crew downstairs below him, but he can’t bring himself to concentrate, as the pressure that’s been building up in his stomach all night has started to bring another feeling alongside the pressure. A clash between a thick nausea and an ache that makes him confused to if his stomach is making him throw up or if his dinner is just sitting, not moving.

You could never tell with his stomach if it actually has a reason to hurt him or if it’s throwing a fit over something it doesn’t like. Maybe dinner had coconut in it? Taehyung swore that he could possibly taste just the tiniest lick of it in his mocktail and his stomach seems to treat foods it doesn’t like as they are some bug, that what ever was inside needed to be removed immediately and even once gone his head will stick be stuck over a bucket for hours or one time even a couple of days just because it was a little too sensitive to let certain Ingredients make it passed the digestion phase.

Taehyung whines again feeling his stomach churn again with a small growl, mean he could just go get one of the hyungs and whine to them his ‘tummy hurts’ and that he wants to be comforted. Yet every time he feels himself about to get up, the thought of interrupting filming for what could be a false alarm crosses his mind or his stomach gives a little grumble in warning, the best he can do to comfort any unease is to pull his pillow tighter to his stomach. It would be nice if at least his body let him fall asleep but every time he feels his eyes start to drift shut his stomach flutters and sends up a small wave of reflux that feels more and more closer to bringing food up with it and he fears the prospect of falling asleep and vomiting in his sleep.

Taehyung doesn’t lift his head at all when he hears the door open, he lets the start of the words ‘I’m just tired’ form but a sudden squeak and dip with the weight of the bed makes his stomach dip with it, and it’s only natural for his body to curl up tighter. He feels nails starts to scratch smoothly from the bottom of his neck all the way over the arch in his back and down to his hips a couple of times before the person speaks up, “You’re not feeling well, Voo.”

Taehyung goes to say something, but his own stomach beats him to it, gurgling softly but still homing a sound of being upset. Seokjin let’s out a half amused laugh before letting his nails rub up Taehyung’s spine to neck and up to his scalp again leading to him brushing Taehyung’s fringe out of his eyes when the said member shifts uncomfortably, so his head is not hidden into the pillow and his eyes are meeting Seokjin’s warm ones. “It’s just a stomachache.” Taehyung’s voice breaks at the end, feeling his entire middle clench in, mouth watering with an uneasy taste spreading throughout the back of his mouth to his throat.

Seokjin makes a small a noise of acknowledgement and continued to run his nails song his back as they sit in silence for a couple of seconds until Taehyung’s stomach rolls again, embarrassing loudly, “Maybe it’s a bit more than that.”

“I know” Seokjin simply says.

Seokjin’s hand slips under Taehyung’s sweater and lands on his waist with his fingers getting closer to his tummy, “Voo do you want me to-“

“Please do” Taehyung cuts him off already knowing what he’s suggesting and feels his Hyung’s hand move onto his stomach, stroking circles around his lower ribs to mid-stomach. He can hear Seokjin make a small noise of sympathy, feeling the bloat in Taehyung’s belly that brings the blush back to his cheeks.

Taehyung’s stomach flips again against Seokjin’s hand with a small low moaning noise, and Taehyung squirms before burping softly. “Tae?”

“I’m okay, I swear.”

“You didn’t say you were fine earlier.”

“No, I said I think It's more than a stomach ache, not that I’m not fine.”

“But it distracted you for a second.”

“Wha-oh” it’s true he wasn’t thinking about his tummy’s churning for a second, long enough to relax his blush at least.

Seokjin smiles at him that it worked, but it doesn’t seem to have a lasting effect as Taehyung’s starts to heavily taste his dinner again with the saliva rushing into his mouth. He squirms in attempt to curl up tighter, but Seokjin’s hand stops him “relax, it’s okay,” he moves his hand back up to Taehyung’s crown and rubs his curls. “We’ll just go to the bathroom and get it over with.”

Taehyung shakes his head, “don’t wanna” then groans at how bad it makes him feel to do that.

“Alright, we can stay in bed and get a bin Voo, don’t even have to get up.” Taehyung really wants to say again he doesn’t want to, but another rumble travels from the pit of his gut and up his chest into a wet burp, and he has no choice to. “…okay.” He begins to sit up but feels a nausea induced head spin and slump a little, holding the pillow even closer to his turbulent tummy. “It’s okay, see you can even continue to hold the pillow, can you sit for a moment for me” Seokjin puts a hand under Taehyung’s head and the other around his chest and helps him sit up and lean against the wall and Taehyung groans in response. His head slumps forward with the urge to vomit making the saliva feel thicker inside his mouth.

“You’re doing great, Tae.” Seokjin quickly but with care, gets off the bed to not make it spring up and reaches for the small trash bin in the room before getting back on the bed and holding it under Taehyung’s mouth who burps softly again and spits up a small mouthful of spit.

“It’s okay, nearly there, just got to get through the hard bit, and you’ll feel better.” Taehyung wants to reply, saying he feels like being sick won’t be enough, but like a pattern, he can’t bring himself to speak. It’s the feeling of his stomach staring to shoot up on the inside and clenching In when it should be sticking out is getting overwhelming, but if he looses his breath he’s worried about choking.

“Taehyung, TaeTae, Voo it’s okay, breath yeah, ready nearly there.” Taehyung doesn’t have a choice, his mouth it’s getting warmer and with a long moan of his stomach it clenches in hard enough to make him gag and his body clearly wants his dinner out. As soon as the gag is finished, he’s already bringing up more than a mouthful worth of hot, semi digested dinner. Taehyung tried to breathe after that, but even more comes out this time and a little out his noise.

“There you go, doing so well, Voo!”

The sounds of Seokjin’s comforting words and Taehyung’s heaves start to blend in, and Taehyung doesn’t even know he’s finished vomiting until Seokjin coos at him and starts to dab around Tae’s mouth.

“There we go Voo, it’s okay, you’re okay” he smiles softly when Taehyung has the courage to finally look up. “There you are,” Seokjin pulls the tissue away, “We will take a minute to catch our breaths, and we’ll go get some water and wash your mouth out okay Voo?”

Taehyung just looks at Seokjin for a couple of seconds and with a small blink he nods.

“Good, you did so good, Tae.”

And he does feel like he did good.

#bts emeto #bts sickfic #sick!taehyung #sick Taehyung #caretaker!seokjin #Care taker Seokjin #bts sick fic

[mikrokoskooks]

Just a stomach ache (rewrite)

Sickie: Jungkook

Caretakers: Namjoon and Seokjin

TW: Emeto, medically inaccurate, pain, stomach aches mentions of vom!t

———

*Knock knock knock*

“Who is it?” Jungkook mumbles sitting up in his bed and glancing over at the door. “It's Namjoon,” the older man says sounding a bit weak  “What is it hyung,” Jungkook starts sleepily “It's the middle of the night”

“I don't feel well kook-ah.” Jungkook looks worried at the sudden announcement “Why? What's wrong”  “My stomach hurts...” Namjoon states placing his hands on his abdomen, his pale face now becoming more clear to the youngest. “Will you be okay?” The rapper gives no response and suddenly passes out. “Hyung!?”

Jungkook gasps and looks around him, sighing in relief when he realizes It was just a nightmare, a horrible horrible nightmare. He decides he should go to Namjoon's room and check to see if he was truly alright but when Jungkook shuffles forward in his bed his stomach gifts him with a rather nasty cramp.

He winces and rubs his stomach adding pressure in an attempt to massage away the pain but it's unsuccessful and he just causes himself more discomfort. Although the sudden pain is an inconvenience he still manages to make it to Namjoon's room, Minus a slight detour to the medicine cabinet for some Pepto Bismol.

Jungkook knocks on his hyungs bedroom door and awaits a response. “Jungkook...? What's wrong? ” Namjoon asks looking up from his novel. “I had a bad dream about you hyung, you said u felt ill and I wasn't much help to you, and then you just, well, fainted,” Jungkook says freaking out a little “So I came to check if you were okay."

Namjoon smiles at the boy's cuteness and bursts out laughing “Oh Jungkook, what am I going to do with you it was just a dream silly of course I'm fine.”

Jungkook nods slowly and goes to sit on Namjoons bed, the older pulling him into a hug as he does so. They lie like that and chat for a while until Jungkook starts squirming around in the rapper's arms. Namjoon releases him, “You alright?”

The youngest lets out a sound of agreement, “Yeah my stomach just feels weird.” Namjoon looks the boy over scanning for any visual symptoms such as pale skin or flushed cheeks but there are non. “Weird how?” Namjoon asks trying to get a grip on the situation.

“Weird like cramps, random cramps,” Jungkook answers palming his stomach gently. He tries to think of a logical diagnosis for himself but they all seem too extreme. “When did they start?”

The vocalist thinks for a second before answering, “Just before I came to your room, I was getting out of bed then it happened.” Namjoon nods and opens his mouth to speak but is cut off by a low gurgle from the youngest's tummy.

Jungkook lets out a groan at the sudden commotion in his insides. “Did you eat something bad?” “No, just the pasta you made.” Jungkook yawns and then grins, “That was probably it then.”

Namjoon playfully rolls his eyes, “Hey, my cooking isn't that bad you know.” He looks next to him and sees Jungkook gradually falling asleep so he stops talking. He pulls the covers over the vocalist and strokes his hair till he's fully asleep.

— — —

Namjoon lies in his bed fast asleep, he'd only just decided to put the book down and snooze. (I love that word, snooze. A cheeky snooze) Unfortunately, his sleep is disturbed by a bright light coming from under the bathroom, he tries to ignore it but it's just too bright.

As he gets up to turn it off he notices Jungkook missing, ‘maybe Jungkook's using it’ he thinks to himself. But when he goes to knock on the door weak-looking Jungkook staggers out. Namjoon was stunned he looked way worse than he did earlier on.

“Hyung? Did I wake you up 'm sorry” Jungkook manages to say his voice almost a whisper. Namjoon speaks up “No, no you didn't wake me up kook-ah but what's wrong?” The youngest cheeks flush with embarrassment “I threw up... I'm sorry” he says tears forming in his eyes.

Namjoons heart breaks at younger words “Aww Jungkook, don't be sorry you can't help it, baby.” Namjoon pulls the boy into a hug rubbing his back gently. It seems to be helping calm the maknae so Namjoon is caught off guard when the Jk suddenly pushes off him and bolts back into the bathroom.

*GLARGBLE * (best retching ever okay 👌🏾😭)

Jungkook bends over the bowl, bringing up everything he'd had for dinner. His hand are wrapped tightly around his stomach and his breathing is fast and painful. Namjoon follows him in and gasps, “Oh Jungkook, you poor thing” he cooes

Jungkook doesn't say anything but nods his head he truly feels horrible. After a good 10 minutes, he finishes vomiting he wipes his mouth and flushes the toilet. As he prepares to stand up his vision suddenly starts to go spotty and he passes out luckily landing on Namjoon.

The rapper sits there in shock and worry, he doesn't quite know what to do all he truly knows is something is seriously wrong with Jungkook. Namjoon pulls out his phone and calls Seokjin he would know what to do as the oldest. Wouldn't he?

“Yah Namjoon-ah it's 2 in the morning what do you need,” Seokjin asks sounding annoyed his beauty sleep was interrupted. “It's Jungkook he's really poorly. He's thrown up for ages and he's just fainted" Seokjin ends the calls and fast footsteps are soon heard through the hallway.

He busts into Namjoon's room and finds a worried Namjoon with a pale unconscious Jungkook in his lap. “Oh my god” Seokjin exclaims “What- how did this happen?” Namjoon puts a hand on his head, “I don't know he said he had stomach cramps and then he puked lots then he just..” he gestures down to him and Jin gets the point.

“We need to take him to the hospital, Joon I think he's really unwell, feel his forehead he's burning up” Just then jungkook starts to regain consciousness. His eyes flutter open but then he hugs his stomach and whines in agony. “Oh, hyung,” Jungkook says abruptly.

Seokjin smiles nervously and gives a small wave before saying “Jungkook honey, we're gonna take u to the hospital, okay, something's not right ” Jungkook makes a face and shakes his head “Noo, I'm not going to the hospital I'm finee seee” he says weakly before promptly leaning forward and vomiting.

"Oh," he mutters before passing out again. “Joon call an ambulance,” Seokjin says strong authority in his voice. “Already on it hyung” They both look at Jungkook scared about what's wrong with him but they know he'll be okay since he's their golden maknae.

— — —

“Acute Appendicitis,” The doctor says “He needs to go to surgery immediately.” “Will he be okay?” Namjoon asks biting his lip anxiously. “Yes you brought him in in time, he will be just fine”

Seokjin and Namjoon both thank the doctor and wait in the waiting room until Jungkooks surgery is over. They're happy they got the boy in at the right time because they don't know what they would do without their golden maknae who they loved so much.

—After the surgery—

Both Jin and joon are allowed into the room to see jungkook he looks much better than earlier and he looks peaceful in his sleep. Seokjin goes over and hold his hand masarging it gently “I love you jungkook but if you ever get sick like this again hyung's heart might just break” Namjoon hums in agreement. “Sorry hyung,”Jungkook whispers “I love you too.”

Do you guys like this or the original more?

#bts emeto #bts sickfic #tw emeto ment #mentions of vomit #sick!jungkook #sickfic #bts #caretaker!namjoon #caretaker!seokjin #rewrite #stomach aches #Request coming soon #Appendicits

[whats-k-popping]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sicjimin]

Could you do a mpreg fic where Jungkook is pregnant and has been having really bad morning sickness, he can’t keep anything down but he toughs it up but then there’s a point where he passes out in the bathroom after puking and one of the members catches him (could be Namjoon or Jin). Then OT7 is really worried for the baby and him so they bring him to the ER.

— Baby Scare —

a.n : another mpreg fic hereee ~ as always, i'm sorry for the looongg waiting. i hope you're still around, anon TT and sorry too for the lame ending, my brain stops here. It's a little bit hard to put all ot6 as the caretakers, so i only put 4 of them here. yeah, i hope this is up to your liking and what you wanted, anon 🫶🏻

tw : emeto, mpreg

"Hyungie .. do you have bag?"

Jungkook's soft voice causing Seokjin that sitting on the shotgun, and Taehyung beside him look at him, with worry. "Jungkookie ..", Taehyung calls, shifting his body to get a more proper look of the youngest that visibly look paler, and resting his head against the window. Hands fiddling around his lips as he keeps swallowing profusely. "Are you feeling sick again?"

Jungkook shut his eyes a little tighter, causing a wrinkle at the corner of his eyes, when the manager changes the lane—jostling his so much. "Mhm ..", he hums, not wanting to open his mouth as saliva pools in there.

Taehyung ruffles his hair, turning to meet Seokjin worried gaze as the older rummaging his bag, and fetch a little bottle water along with plastic bag. Things that been a "must-have" ever since Jungkook pregnant and apparently, morning sickness plaguing him hard. Just like today.

Taehyung accepts it, slowly opening the bag, "Want to take a sip of water?"

Jungkook opened his eyes, shaking his head weakly, while taking the bag from Taehyung—placing it under his lips as he immediately gagging weakly. A trickle of saliva hanging from his lips. Taehyung rubs his back soothingly, watching the way Jungkook grimaces in pain. "Hyung ..", Jungkook croakes out, breathing heavily as he feels nausea shooting up to his brain. He managed to clutch Taehyung's hand before he opened his mouth wide with a hollow-sounding belch, and a trickle of burning saliva ran out of his mouth. Jungkook hissed, feeling uncomfortable with prolonging nausea like this.

This is what he hated the most from being pregnant.

"Ssshh .. you're okay, Kook-ah. Don't force it", Taehyung mumbles beside him, tucking his long hair back.

"I'm not", Jungkook blows out a nauseated breath, making the bag puff bigger. He spits over it, before giving up and close the bag. "Water?", Taehyung offers again.

"We're only 15 minutes away, Kook", Seokjin chimmes from his seat. His tone calm but concerned. Jungkook grunts at the answer, accepting the water, and grimaces when the water swirling uncomfortably in his stomach. He scrunches his face as he push away the water—and opening the bag instead as the water immediately shoots up from his lips. Jungkook pants—throwing up always startles him, before he gags again ; it comes out as a shallow retch, that only made him let out another bit of water. He clutch Taehyung's hand and the bag tighter, as he could feel liquid slowly climbing up to his throat. Soon after that, a stronger heave swept through his body, and Jungkook bend further—squeezing his middle against his legs and almost slams his head to the driver seat if Taehyung didn't held him, closer to the bag as a hot surge of watery vomit erupted forth.

"Ahh ..", Jungkook moans, feeling gross with the sound of his own gag and trickling of vomit against the plastic. He shuddered, spitting out saliva, before he jerks forward again with a long, deep belch, and puke showered into the bag, filling it rapidly. Jungkook began to cough again, gasping for breath.

"Sssh .. breathe baby, breathe", Taehyung whispered, trying to sooth the boy. He cradled Jungkook in between his arm, holding the latter's forehead, as he tries to steady himself by squeezing the younger's hand tightly. Jungkook continues to hunch over the bag, as the next round, he forcefully ejected a thunderous shower of vomit—although most of it were water since Jungkook hasn't eat anything yet.

"Gosh .. you're so sick, Kook", Taehyung murmurs quietly. Seokjin nods, hasn't look away from the younger ever since he heard him vomiting. He's concerned with how much Jungkook has let out. This is the fourth time he's vomiting, and it seems like his stomach always found something to get out.

It takes 2 more round of heaving, before Jungkook seems done. He limps agaisnt Taehyung, that immediately tends him—wiping his wet lips and nose, and taking the bag from him. "We're almost arrived, okay?", he coos to the younger. He carefully helps him rest comfortably, rubbing Jungkook's back and shoulders.

5 minutes later, the manager stops in front of their dorm. Seokjin and Taehyung quick to be besides him, helping him to get in as he feels weak and exhausted. Jungkook groans, when he feels his stomach swirls as he get down from the car. And by the time he's on the front door, his stomach lurch—and he left both of his hyung, dashing to the bathroom with a loud gag.

"Kook!", Seokjin rushes after him, while Taehyung goes to the couch. "Is he sick again?", Jimin greets him, looking worriedly at the barely closed door. Where he can hear Jungkook's retch mixed with Seokjin comforting babbles.

"He throws up in the car earlier", Taehyung sighs, "It's not even 15 minutes apart .. he's so sick, Chim. I'm worried"

Jimin frowns, "That bad?", and Taehyung nods.

He didnt get to ask anything else as Jungkook emerges from the bathroom, with Seokjin in tow, and plops beside him. "Hi Kookie ..", Jimin greets, scooping the youngest to his arms. "Feeling better?"

Jungkook shakes his head, hands craddling his middle, "Nauseous .. my stomach cramps too", he whined softly, as he nuzzle his head to Jimin's shoulder.

"Do you want to rest in your room, Kook? You look pale", Jimin offered. Jungkook looks up at him, and nod tiredly, as Jimin carried him towards their shared room.

As they both walks upstairs, Taehyung trudge to the kitchen, where Seokjin been busy for awhile there. "What are you making, hyung?", he sits on the stool, watching the older moving around the stove, fridge, and cabinet swiftly. "Making soup for Kookie. Hopefully he can eat this", Seokjin mumbles, "He has thrown up his breakfast and lunch", he sighs—and Taehyung too. "Do you think we should bring him to the doctor?"

"Who to the doctor, why?", someone chimes in, making Taehyung jumps. "Hyung!"

Yoongi chuckles, "Who is sick?"

"Jungkook", Seokjin answers. "He throw up twice on our way back"

"Twice?", Yoongi furrows his eyebrows. "He hasn't eat anything since he throw up earlier while we're shooting?"

"That's what i'm saying hyung. Maybe we should bring him to the doctor?", Taehyung suggested.

Yoongi hummed lightly, thinking deeply for a moment, before Seokjin breaks it.

"Let's try this soup first, if he can take it, then i don't think we should. You know Jungkook hates hospital", Seokjin says, moving back to the stove, as he pours the lukewarm soup to the bowl. "I will bring this upstairs", he says after, "Yoon, want to come?"

Yoongi shakes his head. "Later, i don't want to overwhelm him with too much people in his room"

Seokjin nods, and trudge upstairs.

"Kook, let's eat?", Seokjin peeks from the door, seeing the pregnant male curled against Jimin that massaging his back. Jungkook whines, hiding under the blanket even further. "No .."

Jimin chuckles, "You should, Kook-ah .. you're empty. The baby must be hungry"

"I will throw it up again if i eat it. I'm still nauseous", Jungkook whines.

Seokjin sighed, rubbing Jungkook's back gently. "Well then... just try few bites. At least you have something in you, for the baby", he says softly.

Jungkook huffs, know that his hyung's words make sense. He toughs it up, as he slowly sits up, and took the bowl. He sniffed it. It smells good, but it also looks disgusting because of the yellowish color. The sight already makes his saliva pool—not in an appetizing way but in a sickly way.

"Should i?", he pleas, hoping that his hyung will let him eat later when his stomach isn't lurching left and right. "Can i eat it later?"

The question earns a small smile from Seokjin. He ruffled the messy mop of hair, "It's still warm"

Jungkook huffs, taking a small spoonful after a good minutes of pep talk with his stomach. It tastes good, and warm. It gives a little relief to his stomach. He didn't realize how hungry he is. He takes another spoonful—almost hopeful that he can finish it all. And the baby won't reject it.

But of course he didn't have that luck—looking at all the events he went through since morning.

"I'm full", he pushes the bowl, halfway eating it. Grimacing as he felt his stomach grumble in protest.

"Okay", Seokjin takes the bowl away, handing him water. "Do you want to take your medicine as well?"

Jungkook shakes his head, freezing as he suddenly felt a thick lump rising inside of him. His stomach was in knots and churning again now. He swallows, as he looks away. The thought of the taste of the meal that surges up to his throat, made him feel sick to his stomach, again.

"Kook?"

Jungkook still freezes. He feels a wave of nausea hit him, hard, and he had to quickly cover his mouth. Seokjin frowned, "Are you alright, Kook?"

Jungkook shook his head violently, scrambles to get out of the blanket as he answered by bolting into the bathroom with a muffled hiccup—leaving both of his hyung in shock.

He fumbles with the seat with shaky hands, as a croaking gag came from the back of his throat—pushing a mouthful of vomit puffing his cheeks. He went down on his knees and bent forward with his arms folded on his middle. It contracts again his arms as undigested soup rushing out of his mouth with a deep gag. The power is strong—even some of it spray from his nose, causing him coughing and gasps after.

"Kook-ah"

He barely can feels his hyung hand on his back and his hair with the ringing roaring in his ear and blood rushing under his skin. He feels too sick to register anything else, but pushing all of the soup out of his body. Jungkook chokes on the remaining bits lodging in his throat, before he bent further, diving his head deeper as a harder retch made his jaw drop open in a lock, and another gush of yellowish vomit poured into the toilet. He leaned into the motion, bending forward so none splashed onto the seat.

"Jungkook, breathe ..", Seokjin murmurs beside him. And Jungkook squirms under his touch, feeling icky and gross all over—before he throws up again, hard enough to hurt and makes his stomach cramps again— emptying what he manages to put. Jimin gulps at the sight, seeing the soup that Seokjin made still in it's full form, floating at the bowl. He takes a deep breath, focusing his attention to rub the youngest sweaty back.

Finally the queasy fit subsides, and the youngest slumps into his hyung, wheezing, breathing heavily. "How are you feeling now?", Jimin asks softly. The youngest looks up, wiping the spit off his lips with his wrist, sniffing. Then looks up to Seokjin, "Dizzy ..", he mumbles weakly, "Hyung .. i'm tired", he mutters, his eyes droopy.

And before Jimin nor Seokjin can react further, Jungkook passes out.

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The next time Jungkook wakes up, he finds himself wrapped up in soft covers and someone holding his hand. He groans, feeling his vision spin a little, and uncomfortable in his stomach. "Hyung ..?", he croakes out , blinking rapidly to adjust to the light. A pair of brown eyes looked at him with concern, "You're awake?", Yoongi whispers quietly, and Jungkook nods, smiling, despite icky feeling all over his body.

"Where am i?", he asks, feeling confused by the unfamiliar surroundings. He frowns as another wave of nausea hits him.

"Hospital", Yoongi answers forlonly. "You passed out last night, and we rushed here .. you scare us, Kook", he added, caressing the younger's cheek. "Are you feeling better now?"

Jungkook hums, "A little nauseous .. but okay", he looks at his stomach, rubbing it gently, "Is the baby okay, hyung?"

"They are okay .. they are strong", Yoongi chuckles. Jungkook smiles at hearing that, "Yeah, but they are the one that makes me here"

Yoongi grins, ruffling his hair, "You can rest more. You still look tired"

Jungkook hums, nuzzling further into his pillow, "Where's other hyung?"

"They will come later. They have been here all night", Yoongi answers, while patting his arms. The gestures making Jungkook even more sleepy. He yawns for the second time, and mumbling before letting sleep takes him, " 'm sorry hyung"

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!jungkook #caretaker!seokjin #caretaker!jimin #caretaker!taehyung #caretaker!yoongi #and again another mpreg fic

[min-yunki-agustd]

just read your recent~

so you said you should write more for taehyung and namjoon as sick..

so both?? maybe they both start feeling sick during dance practice and they go home and the boys take care of them??

fever, emeto, maybe they cuddle them to make them feel better?

and caretakers of your choice?

I like this a lot! thanks for requesting! Also, your writing is amazing and I hope to be as good as you!

Sickies: Taehyung , Namjoon

Caretakers: OT7

I hope you enjoy it!

Tw: emeto, fluff, mentions of v****

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Jhope was looking at all the members. They had finished practicing half of the dances they plan to perform. He was sitting along with the others on the floor trying to catch his breath. He looked around the room. Some members like Jimin, Jin, and Jungkook were laughing and making jokes while trying to catch their breaths. Others lay stretched out on the floor like yoongi. They all seemed tired, but when he saw taehyung he looked like he'd been hit by a bus. He was sat up with his legs spread out. He was breathing ten times hard than the others. He also had a hand on his stomach. He looked sick. The familiar sun-kissed skin was now ashen. There were dark areas on his shirt representing sweat that soaked threw. Maybe it's time for a breath he thought. He wasn't the only member that looked off. Namjoon was being oddly quiet. He's usually talking and messing around with the members but today he sat on the floor with his legs crossed looking at the ground. He also looked sickly from the little sliver of his face hosoek could see. Hosoek looks at the chorographer, " can we have a break?" he asks. The instructor looked at his watch. " yeah, it's about time too." The others heard and they all got up. some went to the bathroom and others went to go find water. Jimin saw namjoon quietly walking over to a chair. He seemed off, so, Jimin caught up to him and put a hand around his shoulder.

"Hey!, Joonie hyung." Jimin quieted down his voice. " you alright hyung?" Namjoon sighed as they walked. He waited until he sat down to reply to the younger. "I'm not feeling too great right now." namjoon says softly as he sits down on the chair off to the side of the room. Jimin sits with him. "what's wrong?" Jimin says looking into namjoons dull eyes as he looks to the floor. " My stomach hasn't been feeling so well today..." " have you drank any water today?" Jimin asks putting a hand on namjoons shoulder and rubbing it. Namjoon takes a deep breath. " I guess I haven't drank as much as I should have today. Namjoon says putting his head in his hands. " my head has been hurting too. namjoon murmurs under his breath. Not really feeling much like talking. " I'll go grab up some water." Jimin walked over to the break room across the hall there he found other members grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. Namjoons head was pounding in the palm of his hands. All he had to do was finish off the rest of practice and he'd go straight home, skipping working on his album. He hasn't been able to stare at a screen for very long today. He was suspecting he had a migraine but instead he put the idea of dehydration on Jimin's head that way he wouldn't worry so much about the leader.

Taehyung on the other hand went straight to the bathroom once the break was called. He'd been feeling terrible but he knew he couldn't miss practice again or he'd be interrupting the schedule. He was huffing over the toilet. He had held down many burps during practice and he knew eventually one would bring up his lunch. Taehyung wishes he brought a jacket to practice. It had been freezing in the building today. He felt a nauseating shift in his stomach and being cold became the least of his problems. He wishes he would have more comfortable pants seen as his dress pants were now dusty from the bathroom floor. They also felt a bit too tight around his stomach. He gagged loudly. The sound echoed off the bathroom walls. He couldn't help it. He wishes he were quiet. He gags again. feeling a rumbling in his tummy. He winches. He really does not want to throw up right now. He feels his lunch rise up his throat. The taste of instant noodles was taunting his tongue along with a sour acidic taste. The tastemaking brings up more noodly- chunks of sick. He was really hoping no one was near the bathroom door. He knew he was loud enough for someone to hear it.

Unfortunately, Yoongi was just about to entire the bathroom. Yoongi heard what sounded like sick splatter and loud retching and ran inside. He saw under the stall familiar dress shoes. Yoongi Banged on the door out of worry. This startles Taehyung, He coughs and begins to choke on the sick coming up his throat at an alarming rate. Taehyungs heart is pounding and drips of cold sweat fall from his face. He retches and heaves up everything he's eaten today. Yoongi pushes the handle on the stall. It opens. Tae must have never locked it. yoongi pushes it open all the way and holds onto taehyung. Tae is in the middle of heaving up a particularly strong bout of his lunch. He hears his hyung's worried voice and his warm hands on his shoulders. " Taetae? you alright. Tae feels the strong stream of vomit tamper off and he takes a bit of breath. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. There is lots of saliva in his mouth and it's hard not to gag on it. He speaks. "I feel sick" is all he says before hanging his head and waiting for the next round to come up his throat. Yoongi rubs taehyungs arms they are riddled with goosebumps but his body feels boiling hot. Taehyung has a fever the older thought.

Taehyung feels nauseous but nothing more is coming up right now. Tired, he rests his head on the toilet. Yoongi gets down on his level. "let's not do that, that's gross, here lay on me tae tae." Yoongi guides taehyungs body off the toilet and onto his chest. Silents fill the room there is only the sound of taehyung breathing, every now and then he'd cough and attempt to clear his throat. His throat burned. yoongi wants the boy to rest for a moment but he really needs to get up so that he could figure out what next to do with taehyung. " come on tae tae let's get you out of here yoongi says trying to get tae to stand up. Namjoon sat still in his chair waiting for Jimin to come back. Just as he was thinking Jimin came up beside him with three bottles of water. Here hyung. Jimin gives namjoon an ice cold water and then sets down the other for him on the floor. Namjoon is beginning to regret lying to Jimin. "come on hyung we gotta get you hydrated before the break is over." did Jimin forget he said his stomach was hurting? namjoon thought. Namjoon obliged opening the first water bottle and chugging it down to get it over with and to get Jimin to stop worrying about him. Once he finished off the first body he began to question if trying to chug down a second would be a good idea. Jimin was waiting for namjoon to make the move for the next bottle. Namjoon put a hand on his full tummy. The water swirled in his tummy. Namjoon knew that he was that he created this problem by lying to Jimin and now he'll just have to accept his fate.

Namjoon opens the second bottle hoping his body had just a little more room for water. He begins swinging it down. Jimin stops him this time. "Woah Woah hyung, Slow down a bit," Jimin says as he picks up namjoons empty bottle to throw away. Gulping the water only makes namjoon feel fuller faster. He really hopes that he could just use the bathroom a few times and that be the end of it but telling how sick and full he began to feel he knew that it wasn't going to happen that way. He gets the water down. " good hyung, you should start to feel a bit better, do you feel any better? Jimin asks. Namjoon huffs and forces down a burp that was climbing up his throat. " yeah I feel- and an audible gurgle came out his mouth along with a weak string of vomit. He bends over in his chair aiming for the floor instead of his sneakers. which were soaking wet with waterly vomit. The loud gag caught the attention of all in the room. Jungkook and Jin were just coming back from being in the break room. The first thing they see upon entering is namjoon off to the side throwing up directly onto the glossy wood floors. They both gasp. Jimin comes closer to namjoon and tries to keep his body in the chair as he leans forward puking. The stronger Namjoons stream of vomit got the tighter the leader held onto his stomach. he was adding lots of pressure trying to make this embarrassing moment end faster. Once the stream stopped he coughed and hung his head. He was far more tired than he was before. He had no energy left at all. Everyone was soo keen on namjoon that the members almost didn't see yoongi help guide Taehyung in the room. jungkook helps out his hyung who is struggling to keep the taller member upright. together, Jk and yoons sit taehyung down in a chair. yoongi looks at namjoon who sat in a chair with a pile of sick beneath him. yoongi was starting to think it might have been a bad time to bring taehyung back into the room. Yoongi tells Jk to stay with joonie. yoongi walks across the room and asks Jimin what happened.

Jimin explains what happened. " making him drink two drinks of water back to back might not have been a good idea jimine" yoongi says. Yoongi goes and finds the dance instructor who was talking with the manager walking down the hall. yoongi explains the situation" They decide to cancel practice and any other activities that pertained to work so that the sick members could rest. they also didn't want anyone else geting sick in the middle of the day so they just canceled all of today's activities. They go back to the practice room. Namjoon has his head in a bucket and Jungkook is covering v with his jacket because he was shivering. They announce the news and they prepare to go home. Namjoon feels bad for being part of the reason that they had to cancel today's work. He tried talking to yoongi about it. " yoongi, we don't have to cancel a full day of work. I was feeling a bit bad but I'm feeling much better. namjoon tries perking up to convince yoongi to keep the schedule going. " taehyung can go get some rest but the rest of us should keep working namjoon." says. " namjoon," yoongi says plainly. " you and taehyung need to go rest. you could have whatever taehyung has for all I know. just because you "feel fine" doesn't mean you won't get worse later. "yoongi adds. " plus, I've been working with you for years joon I can see right threw you." yoongi says before walking away to go check on taeyhung. he hoped he wasn't being too harsh but working while sick won't get anything done so he might as well rest. Taehyung was clasping onto his stomach under kookies jacket.

He was so glad jungkook was nice enough to let him borrow it. He felt like he'd freeze to death if he hadn't. " taehyung takes a deep, slow breath, he's trying to calm his stomach. His stomach wasn't completely settled. Namjoon was feeling similar. He didn't feel like he'd throw up again at the moment but his stomach felt unsettled. he reframed from rubbing or touching it not wanting the members around him to know he wasn't still feeling well. Jimin helps namjoon gather his things and jhope keeps a hand on joonie back. Jk helps taehyung slip on the jacket he had draped over him. They all get up from their seats and walk out of the building. It's a silent ride home. Taehyung rest his head on jungkookies shoulder and namjoon lay his head on the window beside the two. Taehyung is asleep and jungkook is looking the opposite way out of the window. Namjoon looks around the van. everyone is calm and quiet. Most importantly no one was looking in his direction. He puts his hand on his stomach. Usually, he asks Jin hyung or someone else to rub his stomach but he didn't want them to know he was still unwell. He tired easing the pain in his stomach as he rest his head on the cold glass window. What he didn't know is that behind him yoongi had sat up in his chair to see what namjoon was doing. yoongi gets even closer and whispers. " your stomach still giving you trouble." namjoon didn't know if yoongi was doing this out of spite or if he was genuinely concerned but either way, namjoon removed his hand and whispered back an angry no.

joon decided to close his eyes and sleep instead right as he begins to feel his tired brain drift off he feels the car turn off. They were home. He was relieved despite not being able to catch some quick zzzs. Taehyung was let out first. He stood over a pat o grass and complained about nausea. Jimin came after him and rubbed his back, telling the younger to relax. Yoongi was out after and then Jk and then namjoon with hoseok following namjoon. hoseok took namjoon by the hand and told him to head inside. hosoek could see that namjoon was very tired and figured he'd help him by unlocking all the doors and pressing the buttons and stuff. Namjoon and hobi were the first to go inside the dorm. Namjoon took off his sweat stand clothes and sat on the couch. Hosoek did the same plloppign right beisde namjoon. Outside taehyung only managed to get up a few small bouts of sick. Once nausea died down the rest of the members that stayed behind made their way to their dorm. yoongi unlocked the doors and held the elevator open so that they all could get in. Taehyung held onto jungkook as they walked. Resting his head on jungkooks shoulder. By the time they reach the dorm namjoon has already fallen asleep in hoseok's arms. Hosoek had been loring him to sleep by rubbing the other belly. It felt way better than when others did it namjoon thought as he slept. The members open the door. They see namjoon resting on the couch and they all join. Taehyung lays on top of jungkook inside and Jimin holds on to the two. yoongi lay/ sit on the outside with his legs tangled in jimin's and they all hold each other. they each fall asleep one by one on the couch.

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I hope you enjoyed sweet dreams people.

#sick!namjoon #bts sickfic #sick bts #bts emeto #tw nausea #tw vomit #tw emeto ment #btssickfic request #tw emetophobia #sicknamjoon #caretakerjimin #caretakeryoongi #caretakerjk #caretaker!jk #caretaker!seokjin #caretaker!jungkook #sick!taehyung #sicktae #sick!tae

[sickiesope]

Can you please write a ff where Jimin gets hurt while they’re recording for Run BTS? He tries to hide it but he just can’t ignore the pain? The caretakers will be the other members.

Thanks 💛

Or can you write a ff where all the members are sick and then take care of each other? And Jimin ends up forgetting about his health and gets worse?

Thank you so much in advance 💛

Thank you for these amazing requests!! 💜 when writing this story I ended up leaning towards the second prompt, about all the members being sick and I tried my best getting in everyone taking care of each other. This was fun to do!!

Sick x7

Sickies: OT7

Caretakers: OT7 but mostly Jimin

TW: emeto

Summary: Jimin's going back and forth taking care of everyone else, forgetting about himself.

A stomach bug has been going around and the members have all gradually fallen ill. Jin and Yoongi were first to get it and were sick for two days. They're doing better now but still lay low. It spread and reached the rest of the members throughout the week. Hoseok and Namjoon caught it next from their hyungs, and then the maknae line. Right now the youngest three are in the worst of it, especially Jimin. But Jimin doesn't want to been seen as "weak". He can absolutely still care for his members, even if he's tired and already threw up twice today. He just wants them to feel better.

Taehyung woke up feeling sick and he's been stuck in his bed throwing up in the garbage bin. He didn't even get up for breakfast. He has no appetite anyway and his head is splitting.

"Welp, sounds like it's made it all around" Hoseok sighs. Hoseok has been throwing up both from the virus and from everything going on around him.

Jungkook is pale and holding onto his tummy, he realized he finally caught it too. His stomach churns and Jungkook threw up in the kitchen sink and when Hoseok saw it he got queasy and threw up too. Hoseok went all over the floor and him and JK are both vomiting in the kitchen. After that they just looked at each other, both in shock and sympathetic to another. It felt quite weird and kind of awkward.

"Oh hyung, I'm so sorry!" Jungkook chokes out.

"No Kookie, it's okay" Hoseok says feebly "I just have a weak stomach."

Jin and Jimin are shocked at the sight when they enter. Hoseok is bent over trying to catch his breath and Jungkook is crying.

"Oh gosh, what happened?!" Jimin escorted Hoseok back to his bedroom, as he's too squeamish to be around the mess.

Jin takes Jungkook's hand and puts him to bed. "Awh you poor things."

Jimin runs back to the kitchen, attempting to clean the floor. He also wants to make tea for everyone that wants.

"Jimin, you shouldn't be running around like that. You're sick too" Yoongi says. He squats down beside him, helping him clean. Jimin sighs, he knows the older is right. He just wants to be useful, he hates sitting around too much. Maybe cleaning up vomit isn't the most suitable thing right now, but he just wants to help. Namjoon joins in on cleaning the kitchen. It makes him feel queasy too and it smells so bad but he keeps at it.

They can still hear Taehyung and Jungkook retching from their rooms.

Jimin pours a glass of water for Taehyung and finds the hot pad for JK. Jimin walks briskly, holding each thing in both hands. He quickly gives Taehyung the water and JK the pad. Taehyung watches Jimin dashing around with weary eyes and sips the water slowly. He wants to get up and help Jimin but he feels too nauseas to move.

Jimin comes back to ask him "how are you feeling?"

"Tired.." Taehyung says hoarsely "hyung you don't look so great yourself."

"Don't worry about me" Jimin says nonchalantly "I'm gonna check on Kookie."

Jungkook is still too busy puking, the hot pad sitting on his bedside. The splashing sounds almost make Jimin want to vomit again. "Hyung.." JK gags and Jimin winces at the vomit ripping from his throat into the bin. Jimin backs up out again, he's getting sicker by the minute. In the hallway Taehyung and Jungkook are both heard puking and Jimin can't stand the noises echoing from their doors. A sudden retch from Hoseok's room randomly appears again. This is a nightmare.

Jimin runs away and finds the bathroom door is closed. "Dammit" he mutters. Namjoon can be heard heaving into the toilet. The rapper thought he was doing better but his stomach had a little more sour contents to get rid of. And cleaning up kitchen floor vomit sure didn't help. Jin is in there with him rubbing his back.

Jimin runs to the kitchen with his hand clamped over his mouth. He looks into the sink that Yoongi just cleaned from Jungkook. He takes a heavy shaky breath, then gags and spits out clear liquid and then heaves out a heavier wave with his lunch mixed in. Jimin pants and sighs deeply. His stomach hurts and he feels nauseous. But he still had to make tea. He's looking for the kettle with his blurry vision and doesn't hear Namjoon come up behind him, rubbing his back.

"You should be -- *cough* taking it easy, Jiminie" the leader says to him.

"B-but, I'm fine" Jimin sputters and spits out more water.

"You're barely standing upright" Namjoon points out. Jimin is leaning hard on the sink. He looks down and spits out more saliva that keeps building up in his mouth; another hint that he has more to bring up. Jimin retches and his stomach squeezes out the rest of his undigested lunch.

"Oh my god.." Jimin pants.

"You should lie down, I freed the couch for you." Namjoon offers.

"Thanks hyung, but I'll lie down later. I want to help Tae --" Jimin gags again and turns back to the sink. His stressed stomach lurches, tossing out everything. Jimin runs the water, trying to clean the mess he made. It doesn't do much but Jimin's so nauseous he can hardly think straight. Namjoon gently moves him to the couch and the leader cleans the sink himself. He doesn't like seeing Jimin so sick and stumbling everywhere. He's worried he might faint.

After he's done Namjoon gets a glass of water for Jimin. But when he gets back the couch is empty. "Oh my god, seriously?" Namjoon huffs. "Jimin? Jimin!" he's a bit irritated that Jimin just got up and ran off again when he's falling apart.

Jimin is back in Jungkook's room, he's feeling his forehead and asking him questions "How are you feeling? Does your tummy still hurt? Do you want water?"

Jungkook looks at Jimin's pale complexion "umm hyung, do you feel okay? You look pretty pale"

"I'm good, Kookie. Do you want some tea?"

"Um, I don't know if I can stomach that right now.. but you sure you're alright?

"Yes Kookie, I'm fine. Here, let me clean this" Jimin takes the garbage bin Jungkook was throwing up in. Right when Jimin leaves JK's room, Hoseok walks back out. Hoseok gets a short look at the vomit soiled bin Jimin's holding and his stomach turns again. "Oh my god" he gags into his hand and runs to the now free bathroom.

Yoongi follows behind the dancer. This whole thing feels unreal. Jimin feels bad for accidentally setting Hobi off again. Hopefully some tea can help. Jimin's going back and forth taking care of everyone else, forgetting about himself.

Jimin returns to the kitchen where he's greeted by Jin and Namjoon standing there looking at him. Their arms are crossed but their facial expressions soft.

"Come on, Jiminah, you're taking a rest right now." The oldest tells him. "Joon was right, you look terrible."

"Hyungg" Jimin whined "I still have to do this for Kookie" Jin takes it from him to clean without a second thought. Jimin is surprised but relieved that he doesn't have to clean up more vomit. His stomach is especially relieved.

"B-but I still have to m-make tea.."

"No, Jiminah. You have to rest up." Namjoon takes him to bed and tucks him in "I don't want to see you get up again. Just close your eyes and relax, let the hyungs help" he smiles warmly. He doesn't scold his tired sick doseang.

"You tucked me in so tight I can't move" Jimin lightly teases, yawning.

"Good." Namjoon chuckles, ruffling his hair.

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #sick!jimin #sick!jungkook #sick!taehyung #caretaker!jimin #caretaker!seokjin #caretaker!yoongi #sickiesope

[interesting-interludes]

the comforts of creatures (1)

creature comforts:

↳ material/bodily comforts, such as food, warmth, or special accommodations, that contribute to physical ease and well-being

→ pairing: ot7 x fem.reader

→ genre: fantasy!au, soulmate!au, angst with a happy ending, fluff, hurt + comfort + recovery, eventual smut

→ word count: 2.1k

→ summary: you’re a prisoner here, but you can’t remember why. you can’t remember much of anything. not where you came from, not who you are, not even what you are. what happens when a pack of terrifying monsters breaks into the facility where you’re being held. not to kill you, but to...protect you?

→ content warnings: captivity (including forced sensory deprivation, effects of dehumanization), soul bond, violence, low self-worth, memory loss, protective!jin & jungkook

→ a/n: a completely self-indulgent hurt + comfort story that I wrote (and will most likely continue to write) in a frenzy because I wanted to read it :) if you’re excited to read more of this series please reblog and share your thoughts!!

series masterlist → next part

part 1: the rescue

Something seizes inside your chest. That’s the only word your sluggish brain can muster to describe it: something, foreign yet familiar at the same time.

After so many days—days? hours? weeks?—of feeling nothing but drowned sensations, it feels like a sledgehammer to the gut.

The sheer force of it wrenches a choked gasp from your lips, and it’s the loudest sound you’ve heard in a long while. One hand reaches up to clutch at your heart, the other gripping your forehead where a violent throbbing pounds at your skull.

The intensity makes you scramble along the stone floor until your back hits the wall, the only other thing in the room that can be used to ground you.

This...thing, it grips you harder than the cold, tighter than the hunger in the pit of your stomach.

Stinging tears brim in your eyes. Even though you’re alone in the room, something else, a deep something, tells you to choke them back before someone sees. Before the pain that always follows when you let them fall past your lids.

The thing feels like hope, desperate and burning white-hot. It feels like warmth and a sigh of relief.

It feels like something he would punish you for. Because things like you aren’t meant to feel things this good.

What sounds like an explosion reverberates through the thick concrete walls. The floor trembles. You can hear people screaming, guards shouting orders over the pound of footsteps.

The sensation in your chest continues to build, unbearably so, until the tendons in your lungs feel close to tearing.

The sound of shouting and fast footfalls begins to fade, moments later replaced by ones much louder, heavier, faster.

Gunshots in the distance, one after the other. Then a deafening roar. A nonhuman roar.

It’s all so loud. The noise presses against you from all angles, closing in until you can almost feel its weight.

You cup your hands around your ears, squeeze your eyes shut, curl into a pathetic ball but it still thuds in your head. Sharp and bruising and loud loud loud.

Not that you realize it, but you’ve been without light and sound for six days.

Your brain is slow to process what’s happening, struggling to make sense of the impossible.

Because he always said that no one knew they were there, that the wards were impenetrable. Even if someone got through the wards, who would be stupid enough to attack them at their own home base?

No one is coming for you, his voice slices through your thoughts. Why would anyone ever come looking for you? You are nothing.

The heavy footsteps draw closer, along with the sound of doors banging open.

You curl further into yourself, trying to block it all out. One of those disgusting creatures from the outside must have gotten in. It’s in their nature to seek blood and destruction, after all.

Maybe you’ll be lucky enough for a quick death. But...you’re not sure you deserve it.

You are nothing.

With a horrible creak of bending metal, the door is ripped off its hinges.

The sudden flood of light makes you flinch back and shield your face. The feeling in your chest thuds against your rib cage, like your heart is trying to escape your body.

You don’t move, can’t move. Not until a deep growl puts the fear of god in your bones.

It makes you peek through your fingers just enough to see what has caused the sudden flood of light.

The shape in the doorway is anything but human. Massive and powerful, it’s too big to be fully visible through the doorway. All you can see is four muscle-corded legs that end in clawed feet, trailing red behind them. The thing’s fur is matted with something dark and wet.

The creature bends down to peer into the room, exposing a skeletal head and sharp, dripping antlers.

You meet it’s black eyes, and something akin to recognition glints in the glassy surface. Your heart thuds almost painfully.

The creature tips it’s head back and howls, flashing several rows of wolf-like teeth.

It’s much too big to fit through the door, but it rams it’s head into it anyway. Distressed whimpers fall from it’s mouth as it bucks and charges at the wall. It dents the metal, desperate in it’s attempt to get to you.

Frozen. All you can do is shrink further into the corner of the room, closing your eyes and awaiting the inevitable. Hoping it’s quick, hoping that whatever happens afterwards is better than staying here.

The metal groans, beginning to warp and buckle under the force of the creature’s antlers as it slams into it harder and harder.

A beat of silence.

You open your eyes to find the creature stepping back as much as the hallway allows. It stomps it’s feet, flexing it’s hind legs.

Huffing out a grunt, it lunges forward to charge with all it’s might.

The metal finally gives out, tearing in jagged shards so the doorway is now a giant hole.

Your stomach drops as the creature lunges straight for you, too terrified to even close your eyes for the end of it all.

But the creature doesn’t rip you to shreds with it’s teeth, or maim you with it’s claws, or impale you with it’s antlers.

It nuzzles into the crook of your shoulder, a soft whine leaving it’s panting mouth. You feel it’s wet nose nudging you all over, sniffing like it’s searching for something.

Wet against your cheek. You realize that the thing is licking your face like a dog that’s been reunited with it’s owner.

Frozen, still. You can’t make your limbs move an inch, icy fear still stiff in your veins.

The creature retreats from poking and prodding you, still panting and mewling like an excited puppy. It hops a little on it’s strong legs, nodding it’s head at you expectantly.

You...have no idea what’s going on.

You should be dead by now. The beasts from the outside are supposed to kill anything and everything that crosses their path. They’re not supposed to yip playfully and nestle their huge forehead against yours.

The creature perks it’s great head like it senses something.

You assume that it must’ve realized that you’re prey, an enemy. Pinching your eyes shut, again, you wait for the end. Hopefully it’s a merciful one.

A moment later, you feel cold hands cradling your face.

Your eyes pop open.

You can’t decide if the man leaning over you is a corpse or a god. At the same time, wondering how beauty and death can exist in the same face.

A god, from the way his brown hair is pushed back from his forehead, the way his eyes are slanted so prettily. A god because he’s tall and demands respect with his presence, those broad shoulders and sharp jawline.

A corpse, from the was his full mouth drips with blood, running down his chin and neck. Two sets of yellowed fangs peek over the plush flesh of his lips. Dark purple veins peek through his almost translucent skin, showing the shadow of his skeleton underneath.

You feel his thumbs stroking your cheeks. Tears pool in his red, bloodshot eyes.

“Oh baby,” he says sadly, looking down at your flimsy clothing, at the fresh wounds covering your body.

It makes something burn in your heart, something like pain and healing at the same time.

The corpse-like man draws you closer, hugging you to his chest as he whispers out soft hushes and sweet nothings that sound like cotton in your dull ears.

And the more he touches you, the more the feeling flares. It’s close to unbearable, stealing away your breath, vision swimming.

The other creature shifts to the ground, curling around you in a way that’s almost...protective?

A name you don’t recognize falls from the man’s mouth, and just like that, your consciousness winks out like a flickering candle flame.

They found you. Months of desperate searching, following any and every lead, no matter how small or fleeting. Days at a time without sleeping, without eating. 

Weeks of Yoongi locking himself in his room, tearing apart his grimoires, carving runes into his skin, trying every locator spell he knew to get even a whiff of your location.

After months of feeling empty, feeling like a piece of them was dead, they finally found you.

Once Yoongi broke through the wards, storming the facility wasn’t difficult. They may have technology, firearms and sheer numbers, but they don’t have primal fury.

Because their person, their final piece, was stolen from them.

As soon as they crossed the threshold, they felt it. A sudden pain in their chest, sharp and heart-wrenching.

She’s here, and she’s hurt.

They tore through the place in a feral rage, cutting down anyone that tried to obscure their path, because they did this. They’re the ones that kept you from them.

Jungkook plowed through the outer gates, the inner gates, the front doors. No one tried to hold him back as he sprinted through the storm of bullets.

Namjoon’s smoke shielded him, not that he needed it. The frenzy of finally being close to his mate after all this time would’ve made a few bullets feel like pinpricks.

He must’ve caught your scent, because the next moment he’s rearing his head back and roaring like he’s just been struck by an arrow.

Hoseok, Jimin, and Taehyung all hear it, shifted into their full forms throughout the facility.

The human part of them, the animal part of them, aches with the urge to seek you out themselves. But they have to take care of the ones who did this to you, because they’ll do it again if given the chance.

Jungkook will find you, he has the best nose out of all of them.

Bounding through the halls with renewed urgency, all that fills Jungkook’s head is she’s close she’s close where is she oh god where is she?

He can smell you, or he can smell your panic, and all he can think is don’t worry, I’m coming. Just hold on a little longer.

He comes to a hallway that reeks of pain and sorrow. It’s lined with bolted doors all the way down, each filled with prisoners that stink with lingering wounds.

Tearing the doors away one by one, peering into each room, he doesn’t stop until he reaches the end of the hall.

When he looks into this room, he sees a lone figure huddled in the darkness. A wave of fear floods his nose, then the stench of infection.

He howls. A bitter, provoked howl. The sound of a creature who’s mate is in danger.

Adrenaline pumps through his veins, fur bristling as he rears and charges at the doorway with all his might.

It takes several tries, but eventually he breaks through.

He doesn’t understand why wave after wave of fear is radiating off of you. He expected you to be relieved, to jump into his arms the second you saw him.

You’ve been their mate for years. Why are you shying away like you’re afraid of him? 

When he finally breaks through the walls, you shrink so far into yourself that it looks like you might disappear.

Jungkook crowds you, sniffing you all over, searching for injuries.

He finds too many. Before he can let out another pained howl, he catches a whiff of another one of his mates.

Jin crashes into the room, looking furious and determined.

The same pleasant pain surges in the taller man’s own chest, stronger than it’s burned in months. The bite mark on his left wrist burns with it.

Jin drops to his knees in front of you, breathing in your scent for the first time in months.

Filth is smeared all over your skin. Your hair is shorter, much shorter. It looks as if it’s been cut with a blunt knife.

He too smells the infection. And the blood, of course he smells the blood.

“Oh baby,” he breathes out. “I’m so sorry. We came as soon as Yoongi found you.”

You’re staring up at him with wide, terrified eyes. And it looks like there’s nothing behind them. No relief, no recognition. Just confusion and panic.

“Baby?” Jin whispers, giving your shoulders and gentle shake, but you look as if you didn’t even hear it.

What the fuck did they do to you?

He hugs you close, your body feeling cold and weak in his hold.

He mumbles out apology after apology. I’m so sorry it took so long. I’m so sorry for what they did to you. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to stop them. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.

Something flutters in his lungs. When he looks down, he sees you take a sharp inhale.

He hangs onto that breath, waiting for you to say something, do something, anything other than sitting there shivering like you’re too scared to even flinch.

He calls your name, and you collapse in his arms.

next part →

a/n: thanks for reading!! thoughts??

taglist: @btsiguess-kpop​

#bts ot7 #bts x reader #bts ot7 fic #ot7 x reader #jeon jeongkook #park jimin #kim taehyung #kim namjoon #jung hoseok #min yoongi #kim seokjin #bts angst #bts fluff #bts supernatural au #bts soulmate au #caretaker!ot7 #bts hurt/comfort #bangtan ot7 #bts fanfic

[bultaoreunheyyy]

Sleepyhead

Title: Sleepyhead

Word Count: 2261

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

Sickie: Taehyung (snz/cold/flu)

Caretakers: Jimin, plus the others 

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

Jimin’s legs are falling asleep.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Huh?” Taehyung’s brows furrow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Taehyung snorts and sniffles but does not blow his nose.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Will do,” Jimin replies, smiling gratefully. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I understand.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Poor thing is so tired,” Jimin confirms.

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

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

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

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

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

Taehyung’s eyebrows furrow. “Nnndhh.”

“Shh, you’re okay.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You waking up, sleepyhead?” He asks.

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

“Let’s get you to your bed, hmm?”

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

And then, he sneezes.

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

For a moment, there’s nothing but silence.

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

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

[soft-for-yoongi]

Hi!!

15. 😬🎤💬👀😰🤢😵‍💫🫠🏥😭🤮

(could it be with Taehyung as the sickie and one of the hyung line members as a caretaker? If not that's fine)

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Sick: Taehyung

Caretaker: Seokjin

Tw: vom**, emeto, passing out, mentions of nausea, stomach pain

Word count: 525

Enjoy!!!!! There's a few more to come!!

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Taehyung can only describe what he's feeling as jittery. He's buzzing with discomfort, nerves going straight to his stomach. He watches Namjoon say his speech, thanking army's for the award. The lights on stage are so bright, blinding, and making sweat gather on his forehead.

And then some of the others say a few words and meaningful gratitude. Then it's Taehyung's turn and his hands shake as he holds the microphone in the stand. A hand is placed on his shoulder and he goes autopilot.

A combination of trying not to throw up and trying to stay on your feet is... a struggle. "We are s-so lucky to have Army's support!" Taehyung gives a wobbly smile. To most of the audience it's convincing, but every one of his band mates hear the strain in his voice.

Taehyung walks away from the microphone and they leave the stage, when his stomach lurches Taehyung makes a detour to some hallway backstage. Seokjin's worry gets the best of him and he follows the younger.

"Taehyung-ah? What's the matter?" Seokjin says, calling from behind until Taehyung stops in his tracks. He's got a hand to his stomach, pinched expression on his face. He backs against the wall for support, he can barely make out Seokjin's voice or what's happening around him. "Hyung I-I need to sit down." Taehyung says with urgency, black dots dancing in his vision.

"Here, here. Deep breaths," Seokjin ushers Taehyung to sit on the floor, holding the younger's waist. He's looking deathly pale and judging by the hand to his stomach, he feels horriblely sick too. Taehyung blinks slowly, sweat trailing down his back. "M'gonna pass out.." Taehyung says faintly, body lulling to the side.

"Taehyung-ah!" Seokjin mumbles under his breath, softly letting Taehyung lay on the floor. He then sees a staff running over, "we need the medics," Seokjin worries and franticly, the staff retrieves the paramedic team on stand by. The rest is a blur, Taehyung half wakes up and they transport him into a wheelchair, taking him to their medical room.

"Jin-hyung, what's going on? Is Taehyung okay?" Namjoon asks, the rest of the group behind him. "He's passed out, hang on. Let me check with him." Seokjin has to skim past all the other's questions, quickly making his way to the second youngest, watching him get transferred onto a bed.

"Taehyungie," Seokjin says and grabs one of the younger's hands, holding it securely. "Hyung—I'm g-gonna vomit." Taehyung groans, and one of the paramedics have a sick bag on stand by already. "Can we sit him up?" Seokjin asks, holding the bag under Taehyung's chin as they adjust the bed.

Imidiantly Taehyung pukes a wave of water and bile into the sick bag, everyone in the room bustling around as Seokjin strokes up and down the younger's back. "It's okay, baby," Seokjin whispers close to Taehyung as he starts to cry helplessly. "I feel so sick, h-hyung.." Taehyung sobs, spitting up another round of puke.

"Shh, you're going to be fine. You have all these people helping you." Seokjin comforts, catching the members' gazes through the doorway. He will be fine.

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[comfortjoonie]

Snowed In -- PART ONE

sooo excited to share this with you guys! this is part one of my collaboration with the incredibly talented @crystalsnow95z ! Please go check out her page too if you like this, her works are amazing!

Anyways, I'm really sorry for the delay, I've been super busy, but I hope you guys enjoy. This one is really long!

TW: Vomit, fever, sickness

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"Woah, too fast! Too fast!" Taehyung squeals, holding onto Jungkook tighter afraid to go flying off the sled. 

Jungkook is having the time of his life, giggling. "It's okay Hyungie."

Jimin flies past them. "Looks like I'll win!" He sings the words, teasing the others.

"No you won't!" Jungkook tries leaning forward to try to go faster, his competitive nature shining through.

Namjoon runs a hand through his hair, wishing he’d brought a hat.  It’s freezing and he was forced to sit here and watch all his members sled down a hill with no end in sight. He wished he just stayed behind, but he didn't want to make the others suspicious and ruin the trip.  How are they not freezing? It's only 10 degrees out. He takes a deep breath as his stomach cramps and watches as Yoongi and Seokjin come up the hill.

“You ok, Joon?” Seokjin asks.  

“I’m cold, hyung,” Namjoon says, taking an opportunity to go home as the snow starts coming down harder.  “Can we go back?"

“...” Seokjin looks at Yoongi. 

“You look sick,” Yoongi says.  “Did you eat anything today?”

Namjoon pauses.  The answer is no.  But he doesn’t want to stress anyone out if they find out he’s not feeling well.

“Of course, hyung.  On the plane, when you guys were asleep.”  Yoongi looks suspicious.

“What’d you eat?”

“A bagel.  Can we please go back?  It’s freezing.”  Namjoon watches the other members come up the hill holding their sleds.

Yoongi looks at the sky.  “It is snowing pretty hard.  Maybe we should head back to the cabin?”

Seokjin shrugs.  “That’s fine with me.  The wind seems to be picking up, too.”  Namjoon sighs in relief.  He was starting to feel really nauseous, and the cold wasn’t helping.  “I’ll go tell the others.”

—-

The cabin isn’t as peaceful as Namjoon had hoped.  In his and Jimin’s shared bedroom, there’s peace, but he can still hear the chatter in the living room and kitchen.  It smells like hot chocolate, which would usually be a great thing, but it’s making him want to throw up now.

His stomach clenched when he heard the door open, Jimin bringing a cup of cocoa into the room. "Hyung, I brought you some cocoa. I wish you would've told me sooner how cold you were.."

"I didn't want to ruin your fun." Namjoon forces himself not to react when Jimin shoves the cup into his hands.

"It'll help you warm up." Jimin smiles warmly.

"Thanks Jiminie…" Cocoa was the last thing he wanted. Namjoon takes a sip, instantly regretting it, his stomach nearly pushed to it's limit, the cramps getting worse. "I was going to take a nap.. I'm still feeling jet lagged from the trip." It took all the strength he had to keep his voice steady.

"Oh, alright then.. I'll let you sleep then. Rest well hyungie." Jimin eyes Namjoon, wondering if he was really okay. He didn't want to bother him though. Not if he wasn't feeling well. As soon as Jimin leaves the room and he hears his footsteps get farther away, he rushes to the bathroom connected to the room, dropping to his knees in front of the toilet, gripping it tightly.  He couldn’t bother to shut the door in his rush.  He breathes for a moment before he starts vomiting.  He can hear some faint yelling over his gagging, but can’t decipher what anyone is saying until a voice gets closer and he hears footsteps coming towards him.  He smells Taehyung’s cologne, and it makes him more nauseous.  He subconsciously pushes the younger away, but he’s too weak to move him anywhere.  Taehyung’s hands go to his back and hair, holding his bangs back and patting him comfortingly.  He hears another pair of footsteps come in the room.  Seokjin, who joins Taehyung on the floor next to their leader.  Namjoon finishes and flushes the toilet, exhausted.

“What happened, hyung?” Taehyung asks.  “How long have you been feeling sick?”

“A few hours…” Namjoon wipes the sweat off his forehead and accepts the cup of water Seokjin hands him, taking a sip.  It makes his stomach cramp instantly as soon as he swallows.

“You should get some rest.”  Seokjin holds out his hand to help Namjoon up, but Namjoon's stomach has other plans, already gagging out the water he just swallowed.

"Are you gonna be sick again?" Seojin asked with a worried expression. Namjoon shakes his head. I don't have the energy..

Seokin trusts his word, helping the youngest rapper to bed with Taehyung's help.

"I wish you told us before we went out.." Taehyung frowns as he watches Seojin strips off Namjoon's sweat soaked shirt.

"I didn't want to ruin everyone's day.." Namjoon says softly, shivering despite his rising fever. "It's cold hyung…"

"I know, I'll get you changed okay?" Seojin quickly goes into Namjoon's suitcase looking for something breathable to put him in.

Taehyung cuddles against Namjoon in the meantime to try to ease the chills, smoothing down his sweat soaked hair. "Hyungie you should know you're more important than some silly snow day."

Taehyung please.. I don't want to cuddle you right now.. Namjoon covers his face, stomach churning at the scent of Taehyung’s shirt.

Taehyung takes the hint, moving away from him, trying to hide his hurt expression. "I'm sorry Hyung.." 

"Namjoon-ah just doesn't feel well right now, don't take it personally Tae.." Seojin gently redresses Namjoon, covering him up with just the top sheet.

"Is Namjoonie hyung okay?" The soft voice of Jimin is heard in the doorway, Jungkook peering over him.

"He'll be fine, don't come in, and take Taehyungie with you."

 "I just wanted to help Hyung.." Taehyung says looking down at his hands. But Namjoon doesn't even want me near him..

"You can help. Why don't you see if you can find any medicine?" Seokjin gives him a task to try to ease Namjoon's rejection.

"Alright."

The three youngest leave together, the room getting quiet again. "Try to get some sleep for now.." Seokjin traces small circles across Namjoon’s stomach.

"I don't know if I can..it hurts.." Namjoon groans softly as his stomach gurgles again. 

"Just try for me okay?" Seokjin runs his fingers to Namjoon's hair. "What if I sing for you?"

"What..? I'm not a child.." Namjoon considered it for a split second before feeling embarrassed.

"I know.. but it might help you sleep."

Namjoon wondered if Seokjin was lying to make him more open to the idea or if it was true, but before he could ask Seokjin started singing softly to him, gently drawing shapes on his bloated middle the youngest rapper falling into a restless sleep.

"Hyungie I can't find any tummy medicine but I found pain pills for headache.." Jungkook entered the room, freezing in place when he sees Namjoon's eyes flutter open.

"Shh Jungkook.." Seokjin narrows his eyes, stroking Namjoon's back softly to try to get him back to sleep, but it was too late.

"Sh*t.. I'm sorry Hyungie.." Jungkook bows, guilt gnawing at his belly.

Namjoon groans in pain and Jungkook winces.  “Hyung,” he mumbles, looking at Seokjin.  “Hurts…”  His stomach is killing him.  He can’t remember having something like this before.  The pain is horrible.  Seokjin puts his hand over Namjoon’s stomach and rubs it lightly, but Namjoon pulls it away.  “Ahh…” he grimaces, frowning when he sees Jungkook.  “Jungkook-ah…” he mumbles before another cramp hits him, twisting his stomach and making him moan in pain again.

“I brought some headache medicine.  Does your head feel ok?” Jungkook asks cautiously.  Namjoon blows out a breath slowly, controlled.

“It hurts,” he says softly.  It’s not a terrible headache, but the pain in his stomach might get better with painkillers.

Jungkook approaches the bed and hands Namjoon two red pills, which he puts in his mouth and takes the glass of water from the bedside table and drinks it.  He instantly regrets it, feeling nausea rise up his throat.  He’s freezing cold again, which doesn’t help.

“You’re shivering, Joonie,” Seokjin says softly, putting his hand on Namjoon’s forehead.  “You’re burning up…”

“I’m freezing,” Namjoon says.  “I need more blankets.”

“We can’t do that, Namjoon,” Seokjin says.  

“We can give him a hot bath so he can sweat the fever out,” Jungkook suggests.

“Does that work?” Seokjin asks.

“My mom used to do it for me,” Jungkook says.  Seokjin sighs.

“I don’t know if I want to risk it.  It could just make his fever way higher,” he says.

           "We have to try something.. we can take him out if it looks like he's doing worse.."

“Joonie, how does a hot bath sound?” Seokjin asks.  Namjoon nods.

“Let’s go,” Seokjin helps Namjoon up and to the bathroom, starting to run the water.  Namjoon leans against the wall with his arms across his stomach and eyes shut.  His stomach hurts so bad, and the nausea from taking the pills is getting worse.  He doesn’t know if this bath will upset his stomach more.  He’s too freezing cold to decline it though.  He’s shirtless and only wearing his pants and boxers, but he’s sweating like crazy.  He sits back and tries not to throw up for the time being until he hears Seokjin turn off the faucet.

“Stand up, Joonie, let’s take off your pants.”  Namjoon follows, standing shakily and placing a hand on the wall to hold himself from collapsing.  Seokjin gently pulls his pants off, leaving his boxers on.  Namjoon always prefers to be modest, even in a situation like this, Seokjin knows he’d rather keep his boxers on.  Seokjin guides the younger into the bathtub.  Namjoon visibly relaxes at the heat of it, but Seokjin can hear his stomach make an uncomfortable gurgling sound.  Namjoon places a hand over it and leans back against the edge of the bathtub.  He’s absolutely exhausted.  The hot water feels nice on his shivering body, but he’s worried it’ll make his temperature rise.  Seokjin cups water in his hand and gently pours it over Namjoon’s hair.  Namjoon jolts in surprise, his stomach gurgling audibly again, and his eyes fly open.  He looks nauseous again.  Seokjin strokes his hair.  “You’re okay, Joonie, he says.”  Namjoon shakes his head, panicked.

“Hyung–I’m gonna be sick.”

“Just breathe, Joonie,” Seokjin says.  “In…out…in…out…” Namjoon follows, relaxing a bit.  “Good job.  Just relax, I’ll wash your hair.”  Namjoon shivers visibly.  Seokjin puts a hand to the younger’s forehead.  “Sh*t…I knew it.  Your fever is getting worse.”

       Seokjin washes him up as quickly as possible, but he wasn't fast enough.

        Namjoon tried to warn him, his stomach forcing out the water he used to wash down the pills, covering his mouth to keep from getting sick in the water, desperately leaving the water to reach the toilet, soaking the floor in the process.

       "Sh*t..Namjoon-ah.." Seokjin wraps a towel around his shoulders, gently trying to dry him off as the pills he just swallowed come back up, splashing into the water.

      Namjoon continued to dry heave until more sick comes up, making his abdomen throb painfully.

       "You need to breathe..Namjoon.. take a deep breath for me."

        Namjoon takes a deep breath, then another, relaxing when the dry heaving dies down, just laying on the wet tile floor.

      "You need to get properly dried off." Seokjin urges, trying to get Namjoon to sit up, but Namjoon flinched away from the olders touch.

       "Just..just a minute..please…?" Namjoon's head was spinning, the nausea still swirling in the pit of his stomach.

       I knew it wasn't a good idea..Seokjin sighs, getting another towel to do his best to dry Namjoon without him moving, fluffing his hair against the towel.

       "I'm so tired…" Namjoon says between deep breaths, trying to keep his stomach under control.

        "I know. Let's get you to bed. Okay? You can't sleep here.." Seokjin once again gently pushes Namjoon to sit up, relieved when Namjoon doesn't fight against him.

        "Did it work?" Jungkook asks, his heart tightening when he sees Namjoon. Oh no.. I made it worse…

         Namjoon was hardly awake his cheeks flushed with fever shivering violently, Seokjin basically dragging him to the bed. 

           "Find me clothes for him." Seokjin orders. "Please.."

            Jungkook ruffles through Namjoon's suitcase, pulling out a pair of sweats and a plain white t-shirt. "Here Hyung.."

          "Is..is there anything else I could…could do to help?" Jungkook felt his throat tightening, his emotions threatening to spill over.

          "No. I got it from here." Seokjin dismisses him, wishing that he didn't try his idea. He didn't want to take his frustration on the young maknae. All he wanted to do was help. One of the others will comfort him. 

          Jungkook nods leaving the room.

          "Cold…" Namjoon mumbles as Seokjin takes off his wet undergarments.

           "I'll get you warmed up, just try to work with me for just a minute." Seokjin struggled to lift him enough to get the sweats on. "Namjoonie you aren't making this easy.." 

              "I'm sorry.." Namjoon says softly, trying to help by holding himself up with one arm as Seokjin gets the shirt on him, only lasting a few seconds before another wave of dizziness washes over him, making his stomach woozy one more. "Hyung.. dizzy.." He softly moans.

           Seokjin stops what he's doing to hold Namjoon close to him, wincing when his bare skin touched his arm. "I got you, you're okay.. you're okay.." Seokjin strokes his damp hair.

             "Make it stop.." Namjoon whines softly.

             "I would if I could baby.. just bear it a little longer. It'll pass.." Seokjin speaks softly, running his hand down Namjoon's back lightly scratching.

Namjoon held onto Seokjin tightly until the feeling passes, collapsing into him when his body finally relents.

            "Are you okay Joon?" Seojin asked barely above a whisper, getting no response. "Namjoon?" He repeats a little louder, gently moving Namjoon away from his chest biting his lip when he sees the unconscious rapper in his arms, unsure on if Namjoon simply fell asleep, or if he fainted. I need to do something..

           Seokjin looks up home remedies for fever on his phone, willing to try anything to give at least a little relief to his leader. Luke warm water. I need to use luke warm water…

          He leaves the bed as quietly as possible, going to the bathroom to get a washcloth, using a cup to fill with water, returning to the bed, folding it neatly across Namjoon's forehead, jumping with Namjoon twitches. 

           "Aiish.." He covers his mouth, not meaning to make a sound. Good..he's still out.. Seokjin sighs, refreshing the cloth everytime Namjoon's feverish skin made it warm again. 

        I'll have to see if I can get him to drink water when he's up again.. Seokjin makes a mental note.

         "How is he?" Hoseok whispers, peeking into the room. "Jungkookie was really upset.."

           "I'm not sure.." Seokjin sighs. "Is Jungkook okay? I didn't mean to be so harsh on him. I'm just stressed out.”

            "Jiminie and Taehyungie are cheering him up. They were driving me up the wall with all their concerns. I'm glad they're distracted now.." Hoseok couldn't look at Namjoon. Seeing his members in pain broke his heart. "Is there anything I could do to help?"

              "He's sweating so much, he's going to dehydrate.. could you see if we have anything like vitamin water?"

“Sure.  I’ll be right back.”  Hoseok leaves the room and Seokjin brushes the blonde hair off Namjoon’s sweaty face. 

“Joonie, wake up for me, please,” he says softly, patting Namjoon’s cheek gently.  Namjoon’s eyes flutter open and he groans in pain.

“Hyung…” he mumbles.  “It hurts…”

“I know, Joon.  Where does it hurt?”  Namjoon rips the towel off his forehead and turns to his side.

“Stomach…head…” Namjoon groans again and wraps his arms around his stomach.  Seokjin rubs his back gently. 

“You’re okay, Joon.  You need to try and drink a little, or you’ll get dehydrated.”  Seokjin can already see Namjoon is sweating heavily again.  “Let me rub your stomach,” he says, placing a hand on Namjoon’s belly.

“No, hyung…” Namjoon mutters, pushing it away.

“What can I do to make you feel better?”

“Nothing,” Namjoon says.

“Can I hold you?” Seokjin asks.  Namjoon shakes his head furiously.  Seokjin feels useless.  He knows Namjoon isn’t a fan of physical affection, but usually when he’s sick he’ll tolerate it.  This is different though.  Seokjin hasn’t seen Namjoon this sick in a long time.  Seokjin sighs as he hears a whimper and sees a tear running down Namjoon’s cheek.  “You’re okay, Joonie,” he says softly, wiping the tear off Namjoon’s face with his sleeve.  Namjoon winces at the texture on his sensitive skin.

“Hyung…” he whines.

“Sorry, Joon,” Seokjin whispers, pressing a chaste kiss to Namjoon’s forehead.  He’s still burning hot from the fever.  “Can I put the wet towel back on you?” he asks, and Namjoon nods.  Seokjin gently places it back on the younger’s forehead, rubbing his back.  He feels bad for being snappy with Jungkook, but he’s frustrated at how much worse the maknae’s idea made Namjoon’s fever.  He doesn’t know what to do.

“Hyung?” Hoseok walks in with a bottle of Pocari Sweat.  “I have this…”

“Perfect, Hobi.  Thank you.”  Seokjin takes the bottle and hands it to Namjoon.  “Sit up, Joon.”  Namjoon weakly pulls himself up, moaning at the pain it causes.  He puts the bottle to his lips, slowly drinking the gel inside.  It tastes awful and makes him feel even more nauseous despite how nice it feels on his scratchy throat.  After emptying a quarter of the bottle, Namjoon hands it back to Seokjin.  

“H-hyung,” Namjoon mumbles.

“What is it, Joonie?”

“I’m so cold…”

“Can I hold you?” Seokjin asks again, and this time, Namjoon nods.  Seokjin lays down next to Namjoon, pulling him close and rubbing his back slowly.

“Aish…you’re burning,” he says.  “I don’t know what to do with you.”

“Is there anything else you need?” Hoseok asks.

“We’re okay, Hobi.  Thank you.”

“Hobah..” Namjoon says.

“I’m here, Joonie,” he says.

Namjoon whines softly.  “Don’t go.”

“You…want me to stay?” Hoseok smiles, but Namjoon doesn’t respond.  Seokjin feels Namjoon’s body go limp in his arms, his breathe getting slower.

“He’s sleeping now,” Seokjin whispers, rubbing Namjoon’s back.

—

About 30 minutes pass by with Hoseok sitting on the chair in the corner and Seokjin cuddling Namjoon.  “What time is it, Hobi?” Seokjin asks.  Hoseok looks at his phone.

“It’s 6:00, hyung.  I’m really hungry,” Hoseok responds.

“Me too…”

“We should go have dinner,” Hoseok says.  Seokjin hesitates. 

“I don’t wanna leave Joon here by himself…what if he wakes up and panics?”

“Hyung, he’s dead asleep.  We both need to eat.” Seokjin nods and pulls away from Namjoon slowly, being careful not to wake the leader.  The two go to the kitchen where they find that Taehyung has cooked dinner for them.

“How’s Namjoon-hyung?” Jungkook asks.  His eyes are red.  He’s been crying.

“He’s…he’s sleeping,” Seokjin says honestly.  “Jungkook…I’m sorry I was so harsh with you.”

Jungkook smiles.  “It’s okay, hyung.  I’ve already eaten.  I can go check on him,” he says.  Seokjin nods.

“Let me know if he’s doing bad again.”  Jungkook nods and walks over to Namjoon and Jimin’s room, sighing as he sees his leader shaking in his sleep.

           "I'm sorry Hyungie.." Jungkook whispers softly as he checks the cloth on his forehead, already warm again from Namjoon's feverish skin. I made it worse.. Jungkook sniffles, forcing his tears away. I don't have time to feel bad.. I need to do something..

         Jungkook wets the washcloth again, slowly running it over Namjoon's skin, wiping down his arm then across his exposed collar bone.

         "Mn…Hyung..cold…" Namjoon complains softly in his sleep voice coming out in a low husky tone.

          Jungkook stops in his tracks, putting it back in place on his forehead. I don't want to wake him up, but I can't just sit here and do nothing.. He sighs in frustration, gently playing with Namjoon’s soaked hair.  Namjoon’s face twists in discomfort and he rolls onto his side.  Jungkook can tell Namjoon is about to be sick by the sounds his stomach is making and how pale he’s getting.  He rubs the older’s back, hoping for it to maybe, just maybe go away after a few minutes.  Namjoon’s back is burning hot.  Jungkook wants to take his shirt off, or pull the blankets off, or something to help reduce his temperature.  He knows it’s his fault that Namjoon’s fever got even higher, and the guilt is killing him.

            He rubs Namjoon’s back comfortingly as he hears the leader groan in discomfort.  Namjoon’s eyes open, and Jungkook can tell he’s about to pass out, throw up, or both.

           "Hyung, do you need help up?" Jungkook asks in a small voice when he notices Namjoon sitting up, but he doesn't answer, trying to rush to the bathroom, staggering towards the bathroom.

          Jungkook tries to help, trying to grab his arm to help lead him, but Namjoon pushes him away.

           "No.. go.." Namjoon manages to force the words out hoarsely. He had already gotten sick in front of Taehyung. He wasn't going to add Jungkook to that list. 

             Jungkook watches him shut the door, hearing Namjoon heaving from the other side of the door. I need to get Seokjin-hyungie.. He rushes into the kitchen where the older boys were eating.

           "Namjoonie-hyung is getting sick again. He shut me out, I need help!" Jungkook says without taking a breath. Seokjin went to get up from his half eaten meal, but Yoongi stops him. 

            "I'll go. You eat. I'll handle it hyung." Yoongi rushes to the bathroom, going to Namjoon's side, rubbing his hand across Namjoon's back as he heaves.

             "Jun…Jungkook I said-" His words are cut off by another round of sick spilling into the bowl.

             "Namjoon-ah, it's me and I'm not leaving." Yoongi tells him firmly. 

Namjoon relaxes a little, feeling comfort from Yoongi's presence. "It'll be over soon. Just try to breathe Namjoon."

Namjoon takes deep breaths between gags, collapsing against Yoongi as they die down.

           "Sh*t Namjoon, you're burning up.." Yoongi swears, grabbing for a piece of toliet paper to wipe across the edges of Namjoon's mouth. "I need you to drink some water for me Joon."

 Namjoon shakes his head. I don't want to throw up again.

            "I know it sucks, but you'll only get worse if you don't. Come on Namjoon.." 

Yoongi gently props Namjoon against the bathtub, quickly moving to the sink to get a cup of water. 

            "Yoongi-yah…no…" Namjoon argues when Yoongi puts the cup by his lips.

            "Namjoon please, just try." Yoongi tried to hide the desperation in his voice. It's been years since he's seen Namjoon this bad. "Just a sip."

Namjoon takes a few sips, washing the awful taste from his mouth and soothing his raw throat, but it already felt like a stone in his stomach, turning his head away.

"Good job Joon, that's all I wanted.."Yoongi gently pulls Namjoon to his feet, struggling to move him forward. Namjoon was hardly conscious, being mostly dead weight. "Stay with me a little longer okay?" 

Namjoon tried his best to stay up, but he used the last of his energy. The older rapper just barely makes it to the bed before Namjoon stopped holding onto him, almost making both of them topple to the floor. "Fu*k Namjoon..you're heavy.."

Namjoon murmurs an apology. Yoongi takes off Namjoon's shirt, taking advantage of his lack of power to fight against him, finding the rag and wiping it across Namjoon's scorching back. 

Namjoon had his eyes closed, but he didn't look anywhere near peaceful. His breathing was labored and his hand was still wrapped tightly around his lower abdomen, an upset gurgle coming from it the sips of water sitting uncomfortably in his stomach.

"Poor Joon-ah.."Yoongi whispers, wiping the cloth across Namjoon's shoulders, across the back of his neck then going down his arm. I need to get his fever down…

"Hyung..will you lay with me?" Yoongi jumps in surprise when he hears the hoarse whisper of Namjoon.

"Sh*t..you scared me.. i thought you were out.."

"I can't sleep.. it hurts.." Namjoon whines.

"I know, I know..Let me wash you up first, okay? I need to cool you down first. ." Yoongi does the best he can to wash off the sweat, his heart tightening when he sees Namjoon trembling, despite his high fever.

"It's cold.." Namjoon grabs onto Yoongi's wrist to stop him. "Please Hyungie.." Namjoon's voice comes out sounding much younger.

Yoongi stops in his tracks. "You're really sick Joon-ah.. Alright.. come here.." He takes a seat next to him, holding out his arms.

Namjoon cuddles up to him, Yoongi forcing himself not to flinch when he feels his hot skin brush against him. He's already sticking to me.. He couldn't recall the last time Namjoon cuddled up to him. He wasn't known for being the cuddly type like Taehyung or Jimin. It just made him worry more.

"It hurts Hyung.." Namjoon whimpers, clutching his stomach when another ripple of pain tears through his stomach.

Yoongi reaches slowly, rubbing his hand across Namjoon’s stomach to try to ease the pain, feeling it tightening underneath his palm. 

Namjoon moans in time with a harsh cramp, and Yoongi shushes him.  “You're ok, shh, Joonie,” he says softly.

“Ahh…hurts…” he whines.  Yoongi presses down harder, trying to work out a cramp, and Namjoon curses under his breath.  “Hyung…f*ck, it hurts so much.”  Yoongi can see Namjoon starting to shiver.

“What should we do, Joonie?”

“Don’t know…” Namjoon sighs.  He’s too weak to even sit up.  His brain is foggy and he has no idea what would make him feel better.  The pain is getting worse every second and he’s not sure how much longer he’s going to be able to take this.  Barely anything works on his sensitive stomach.

“I can get some painkillers for you, Joonie, but I really don’t know what to do beyond that.”

“Get Jimin,” Namjoon says, his speech slurring.  Jimin always knows how to cuddle him just the right way when he’s sick, just the right sweet things to say to make him feel a little less miserable and get his spirits up a tiny bit.

         "Alright Namjoon." Yoongi gently escapes from the sick rapper, leaving to get Jimin. 

         "What's wrong? Has he gotten worse?" Jin asks, ready to spring up to go back to Namjoon's side.

          "He has, but he wants Jimin.." Yoongi states. 

           "What? He asked for me?" Jimin's eyes widen in surprise. 

          "I think he just wants to be comforted. I'm not the best at that.." Yoongi scratches the back of his neck shyly. "I tried my best. It's your turn now."

Jimin gets a water bottle to take with him, hoping he could get him to drink at least a little bit."Hyungie, I'm here.."

            "Minah…" Namjoon's voice comes out soft, the first part of his name getting cut off by a whimper.

Jimin puts the water down, curling around Namjoon. I don't want to stress him out more. He wanted cuddles, that's what I'll give him. He's so hot though..

          "My poor Hyungie, it's okay.. It's okay.." Jimin runs his hand up and down Namjoon's side with his gentle touch, leaning his head on him. "We'll get you feeling better soon.." 

Namjoon wasn't processing what Jimin was saying to him, but he enjoyed Jimin's soothing tone.

          "We'll think of something to make you feel better. Maybe we can find a good mix of herbal tea.." Jimin continues just saying sweet nothings, gently rubbing his face against Namjoon's cheek. He's hardly conscious.. Jimin bites the inside of his cheek, just barely letting his fingers brush against Namjoon's belly, smiling softly when he feels some of the tension in Namjoon's body let up. "That's it Hyungie, relax.. I'll still be here when you wake up, just try to sleep for now.."

Namjoon relaxes, and after some time, he falls asleep.

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Jimin leaves when he sees that Namjoon is comfortably asleep, going into the living room and seeing all of the other members.

“How is he?” Seokjin asks.

“He’s asleep.  I think we should take him to the hospital, though.  He’s burning hot and in a lot of pain.”

“I don’t think we can, Jiminie…” Seokjin says.  “It’s a blizzard outside.  We can’t even see five feet out of the window.”

“And our cell phones aren’t working.” Jungkook frowns, empathizing his point by showing Jimin his phone.

           "We're lucky all this snow hasn't knocked the power out.." Yoongi adds in.

            "Yoongi-hyung, don't you jinx us!" Taehyung frets. "We're having enough trouble already.."

            "We have to think of something.."  J-hope sighs in frustration. 

             "We're doing all we can. At least he's sleeping.." Seokjin looks around the room at the members. I have to do something. Everyone's stressed..

               "Maybe, maybe we can go out on our own. If we drive really really slowly. It's better than just sitting around watching him slowly get worse." Jungkook whines desperately, staring at the flurry of snowflakes out the window.

               "You know we can't do that.." Seokjin tries to comfort Jungkook, but be jerked away from his touch.

"But Namjoonie-hyung needs medicine..he's burning up with fever and he can't even sleep with his stomach constantly making him feel sick. We have to try!" Jungkook says with frustration, clenching his fists together. "We can't just do nothing!"

"We're doing all we can, there's no way we can drive in that storm. You can't even see the trees right outside the window. It's too dangerous Koo." Jin tries to calm Jungkook by stroking his hair, this time accepting his touch. Jungkook sighs, taking a few breaths to calm himself. 

"What if we walk?" Jungkook looks hopelessly at Jin, already knowing the answer, tears swelling up.

"No way." Yoongi answers for Jin. "Are you trying to get lost in this mess? The nearest town is miles away. You'll end up with hypothermia before you even get halfway." 

The boys stop their arguing when they hear Namjoon heaving again, Jin rushing back into the bathroom, kneeling beside Namjoon who had his head in the toliet bowl. "Namjoon-ah, it's okay..it's okay.. Hyung is here." Jin rubs his back and Namjoon spits into the toilet, only saliva coming up. Hyung, make it stop, it hurts so much.. Namjoon couldn't get the words out, only a small whimper coming as he holds his sore middle, his muscles finally pushing up acid, burning his throat.

"I know, I know, just try to breathe for me okay?" Jin scratches his nails lightly across Namjoon’s back.  Namjoon tries, but he’s too distressed to breathe properly.  Namjoon gags empty, whimpering.

“It hurts,” he says softly.  

“Shh…I know, Joon.  You’ll be okay.  I’m here.  I’ll keep you safe.”  Namjoon finds comfort in that, calming down a bit.  Seokjin puts his hand on Namjoon’s forehead.  Sh*t.  You’re even hotter than before.  I don’t know what to do…” he says softly.  “We might have to give you a cold bath.”

“No…” Namjoon says.  “Please, no…”

Seokjin is about to say something, but suddenly, the lights start flickering. 

“Hyung?” Namjoon’s voice is deep, but he sounds scared.  The lights shut off, and Seokjin can’t hold back a curse under his breath.  He hears footsteps come to the bathroom and Yoongi shines his phone’s flashlight at them.  “Sh*t…you guys too?”  Namjoon winces at the light and Seokjin nods.

“There’s some candles in the kitchen…” Taehyung comes up behind Yoongi.  Namjoon turns away from the light.  His head is hurting again, the bright lights not helping.  

“Let’s get him to bed,” Seokjin says.  Taehyung comes over and helps Namjoon up, the two of them bringing Namjoon to his bed with Yoongi behind him.  Namjoon instantly rolls to his side, completely exhausted and still feeling nauseous.  Taehyung lays next to him and rubs his hand up and down his hyung’s burning back.  Namjoon sighs at the feeling of Taehyung’s hand.  It feels nice, but he’s still not comfortable with his stomach rolling and head pounding.  

“Do we have medicine?” Yoongi asks Seokjin.

“Namjoon might have some Ibuprofen,” he says.  “For his migraines.”  Namjoon shakes his head hard.

“I’m not taking anything…my stomach is killing me.”  Taehyung puts his hand on Namjoon’s stomach, feeling it tense and cramp every few seconds.  “Poor hyungie…” he says softly, rubbing gently.  Namjoon seems to relax at the touch, breathing more slowly.

“Your fever is gonna make you worse, Joonie.  You could pass out.  Or start hallucinating,” Seokjin says.  “Just try to take some and don’t throw up for an hour or so and you’ll start feeling better.”  Namjoon doesn’t want to.  He doesn’t want to faint or start hallucinating, but he really doesn’t want to throw up again.  Everything hurts and he’s exhausted, but he can’t sleep with how uncomfortable he is.

“Please, Joonie-hyung,” Taehyung says, and Namjoon shakes his head.  Jungkook comes into the room with two lit candles and places them on the dresser.  “What’s going on?” he asks.

“We’re trying to get Namjoon to take some medicine but he won’t..” Yoongi says.  Jungkook frowns in sympathy, then sits on the bed facing namjoon, running a hand through his sweaty hair.

“Can you please try to take a little, hyung?” Jungkook asks, looking at Namjoon with round worried eyes.  “You’ll feel better if you do.”  He knows Namjoon and his soft spot can’t say no to him, even when he’s feeling like this. 

Namjoon sighs. I can't say no when he looks at me like that.. "Alright..I'll try.."

Seokjin brightens up, quickly getting medicine from the bottle before he changes his mind. "Here Joon." He places the pill on Namjoon's tongue, quickly getting him a sip of water to help swallow it down. Please just drink a little more…

Namjoon takes a few mouthfuls of water before turning away from his eldest hyung."No more.."

"That's okay, you did good.." Taehyung smiles softly, gently rubbing his fingertips across Namjoon's cramping stomach.

"Thank you hyung." Jungkook says softly.

"I'm so tired.." Namjoon says in a hoarse whisper.

"Then we'll let you sleep.. Do you want me to take Taehyungie with us?" Seokjin asks, ready to remove the clingy vocalist but Namjoon shakes his head, still feeling guilty for how he treated him earlier.

"He's okay.."

"Get me if there's any change Tae. Take care of him." Seokjin gathered up the others and leaves the two alone.

Namjoon slowly started to drift off, his migraine becoming more manageable. Taehyung was humming as soft as he could as he continues to make feather light touches on Namjoon’s cramping belly. 

Taehyung stops when he hears Namjoon start to snore. He's finally asleep, but for how long? He uses his sleeve to try to wipe some of the sweat off of Namjoon's brow. He's still sweating..

Taehyung reaches for the wet cloth slowly, fearful that the slightest wrong move would wake him, just barely grabbing it from the tag, wiping it gently over Namjoon’s body.

Just when Taehyung thought Namjoon was finally starting to recover, he felt his muscles tensing up again, the older quickly sitting up. "Taehyung.." His voice came out as a pained groan as another wave of nausea hits like a tidal wave, making him gag, mouth filling with hot sick, his cheeks puffing out.

 "Hyung hold on I'll get-" Taehyung was too late, as he rushed to get the waste bin from the floor Namjoon had already started trying to scramble over him as his body pushes up more sick than he could hold down getting it on Taehyung, the side of the bed, then finally the bin on the floor, trying to prop himself up by his elbows. The pressure he was putting on his own stomach only worsened the pain, causing tears to run down his cheeks.

"Oh no Hyung.." Taehyung runs his hand down Namjoon's spine, feeling it arch as he continues to heave.

"Se-seokjinnie-hyung!" Taehyung yells coming out shaky with panic. "Yoongi-h-hyung!"

The two eldest run into the room Yoongi slowly lifting the bin from the floor keeping it by Namjoon’s face as Seokjin helped him sit up again. "Aiigo Namjoon-ah.. you're okay, you're okay.."

"N..no.." Namjoon sobs, all the stress on his body catching up with him. "I..i..can't do..do..ev..ev…" Another heave comes, cutting him off, only adding to his frustration causing even more tears to flow.  Seokjin rubs his back gently.

“You’re okay…”  Namjoon wipes his eyes and leans back.

“What happened, Taehyung?” Yoongi asks, taking the bin from Namjoon.

“He just woke up like this…and started vomiting.  I have no idea what happened.”  Seokjin uses a tissue from the side table to wipe Namjoon’s forehead from sweat.

“You’re burning hot, Joonie…we’re gonna have to give you a cold bath…”

Namjoon shakes his head.  “Please…no…I’m freezing…” Namjoon’s eyes look glassy and his usually tan skin is pale.

Seokjin glances at Yoongi, who shrugs.  “I think we have to…”

#sick!namjoon #sickfic #bts #caretaker!yoongi #btssickfic #caretaker!hoseok #caretaker!seokjin #caretaker!jungkook #caretaker!taehyung #bts sickfic #caretaker!jimin #tw emeto #tw vomit

[mikrokoskooks]

Gastroenterits

Sickies:Jungkook, Taehyung and Jimin

Caretakers:The hyung line

TW:Emeto, mentions of vom!t and slight scat.

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It was stomach flu season almost half of the country had it. Unfortunately half of the country included Jungkook,Jimin and Taehyung . You see the hyungs,somehow,caught gastroenteritis and the maknaes spent a whole 3 days nursing them back to health with was very sweet but now they were sadly paying the price.

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It was 6pm and the members were all sat around the dinner table. Everybody except the three youngest were eating and it wasn't really going unnoticed. "Jungkook how come you're not eating"Jin asks." Not hungry "he mumbles. how odd jungkook's always hungry." You too Jimin.. Are you not hungry?" "Mmm"

"Uhm hyung, Taehyung speaks up, can I please be excused" "Sure but you've barely eaten anything either. Tae, Jimin, Jungkook are you okay" Namjoon questions rasing an eyebrow. "I-I feel really sick" Jimin admits "and I think I'm gonna be sick" Taehyung speaks before making a mad dash to the bathroom. "Are you feeling ok jk?" Yoongi says. "I'm perfectly fine" "you sure?" he nods his head yes and goes to his room

Jungkook was not perfectly fine he was everything but fine. He had a wicked stomach ache and felt extremely nauseous but he was way to stubborn to admit it . Especially with Jimin and Taehyung sick. He didn't want to be a burden to his hyungs and add to the list of sick members. He'd be alright anyway, he was sure he could cover up his sickness, that was something simple. Right?

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"I- wow. It's okay kooks you're okay, get it all up"

Wrong. Jungkook couldn't even live up to his statement for 10 minutes. He was managing just fine until Namjoon came to ask him if he was sure he was okay, there was something about those words that made his stomach lurch and he ended up throwing up in a bowl on his bedside table. "Hyung. I feel soo gross" "I know honey I think you Tae and Jimin caught our flu" "uggh"

>>> The next day<<<

Things were even worse today then they were yesterday, Jimin and Jungkook couldn't keep a single thing down and poor Taehyung was stuck being sick from both ends. "Guys I made you breakfast" Jin smiles placing a some bowls of porridge on the table. The maknae line groans, there's no way they want to eat anything now. They couldn't stop throwing up the night before and they aren't in the mood to start again. "You have to eat something" Hoseok says moving the food slightly closer to the ailing men.

Everyone except Jimin had been able to eat at least half of their food. Jimin couldn't even stomach a mouthful the minute he lifted the spoon to his mouth his stomach churned. " I'm going to be sick" He moans Yoongi's already holding a bin for the younger to be sick in.

There was nothing really left for Jimin to throw up since he didn't eat anything. He brought up a mouthful of yellow-ish bile and what looked like some water that he managed to drink the night before.

Jimin's puking had somehow managed to set Taehyung of and he began retching into his own bucket. "This is gonna be a long day isn't it" Namjoon sighs.

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Okay I'm gonna end this here because I think it's starting to get a bit jumbled up. I hope you enjoy it <3

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto ment #sickfic #sick!jungkook #sick!jimin #sick!taehyung #caretaker!seokjin #caretaker!namjoon #caretaker!hoseok #caretaker!yoongi #bts #mentions of vomit

[whats-k-popping]

Hey I have a request💜

Jungkook with a bad and sneezy cold and fever, he become sad and cry a little bit, while the members take care of him making him soup and clean his nose for him. I would like Jungkook with stuck sneezes and cant sneeze so the members make him sneeze to help him in many ways.

Ps: Im italian so english isn't my native language Im sorry😅

Grazie per la richiesta! 💜💜 Mie piaciuto scrivere questo!

Sono felice che ti piaccia i il mio lavoro da un altro paese. (Il mio italiano non e buono. Non lo uso piu molto. Scusa!)

Pairing: OT7 - platonic intentions but ship how you want.

Words: 2684

Warnings: Graphic Descriptions of Cold Symptoms || Illness || Snz Content || Congestion || Graphic Descriptions of Snot || Induced Snz Content || Sick Member || Snzing on Members

See Also: @sneezyminniejo did a very similar fic recently to nearly the same request. It can be found here. They also did such a good job with it and it's such a pleasure to read! Please make sure to read that fic as well! <3

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Jungkook's been fighting a cold for three days. It’s a brutal battle; there are empty blister packs and crumpled up tissues strewn about as evidence that Jungkook’s holding his own. But when he wakes on day four, it seems the cold is coming out on top. The combined efforts of cold medicine and nasal spray prove useless. He can't breathe at all though his nose, and he's hacking merciless coughs that tear through his chest. In these minutes of misery, he believes being mauled by a bear would hurt less. 

He stands in the bathroom white knuckling the edge of the sink. After a round of wet coughs, he spits the phlegmy remains down the drain and sniffles harshly. But nothing moves in his sinuses. It's an impenetrable wall of snot. He tries forcing air in, he tries forcing air out. It's all ineffective. He whimpers pitifully, splashing warm water over his face hoping that might help. Still, nothing changes. He momentarily contemplates using that neti pot that Namjoon swears by. 

The six members can hear Jungkook hitching and sniffling heavily from the bathroom. But they give him space. Jungkook was adamant from day one that "it's not a big deal" and “It’s just a small cold” and the ever so mature "I can take care of myself." So they wait. They agreed to let Jungkook come to them, when he needs it. They try not to coddle him too much, unless that's what he wants. So they are seated around the table, breakfast served, listening to Jungkook lose another battle with his nose. 

It goes on for a while and Jungkook's not coming down to eat. Seokjin cracks and stands from the table. Hoseok immediately interjects, "He said he doesn't want any help." 

"And I'm not going to help him," the elder answers nonchalantly, "I'm just feeling a little warm." He casually goes over to the home thermostat and lowers the temperature a few degrees. There’s a mischievous look in his eyes as he presses the down arrow repeatedly. The other members seem to understand what their hyung is up to. They nod collectively around the table, Seokjin retaking his seat. They don't need to speak about it, everyone already knows there’s a plan. 

There's another round of painful sounding coughs followed by throat clearing and spitting. Then they finally hear footsteps walking toward the staircase. Seconds later, Jungkook joins them at the table. His food has already gone cold. 

"Bornin, hyunds" Jungkook greets, pushing the plate aside and resting his head on the table. Maybe if he hits his head hard enough against the table, the snot clogging his sinuses will finally shift. It's a fleeting thought, and he ultimately decides not to act on it. Instead, he just sniffles thickly again. 

"Still got that cold, JK?" Jimin asks, hoping maybe Jungkook would admit that he's feeling bad. They don't have anything to do today, so what's the harm in seeking a little attention? 

"Yeah," he sniffles thickly as if to prove his point. "I dink id's gettig wordse. Id anyone else cold?" His teeth are chattering as he wraps his arms around his upper body. 

Sure, they know Seokjin lowered the temperature a few degrees in the dorms. But Jungkook makes it seem like he's sitting in a winter storm without a coat. There's several replies around the table that all convince Jungkook he's alone in feeling cold. He kind of suspected that was the case. 

Hoseok leans over uninvited and presses a hand to the maknae's forehead. Surprisingly Jungkook doesn't pull away; instead, he leans further into Hoseok's touch basking in the memory of what warmth feels like. 

"Aigoo, you feel a bit warm, bun." The dancer announces to the table. Jungkook groans in response to the news. Instead of pulling his hand away, Hoseok uses it to stroke gently down Jungkook's cheek as a comforting gesture. 

Jungkook melts at the touch. It's just the simple comfort he's been denying himself for the past three days. The same comfort he's been craving, but has been too ashamed to ask for. But now he's feverish and stuffy and miserable. And he just wants to be cuddled. 

"Hyunds," the maknae's eyes begin to water as he looks at them. He can sense their pity. He knows they won't be mad. "I deally don'd beel good." 

Jimin stands from his seat and wraps his arms around the sick maknae, pressing a long kiss to the crown of his head. No one else moves, they don't want to smother him. Besides, Jimin is the best when it comes to physical comfort. "That's okay, Jungkookie. Hyungs are here to take care of you." He reassures, wiping fallen tears off his fellow vocalist's flushed cheeks. 

Despite Jimin’s soft tones and gentle touches, Jungkook breaks down into hysterical sobs. He knows he’s been a jerk to his hyung for days and they didn’t say anything to him about it. He feels bad, physically and emotionally. And he can’t help but think that maybe if he would have let his hyungs help days ago, he wouldn’t be feeling so badly now. “Hyunds, I’b dorry. I’b do dorry.” He repeats through broken, hiccuping sobs. 

Jimin repositions so he’s sitting on Jungkook’s lap. He pulls the maknae in and buries his face into his own shoulder, petting his damp hair slightly. He doesn’t care about the mess it will make. He just wants for Jungkook to calm down. It hurts his heart to hear Jungkook wail like this. Jimin’s whispering sweet nothing and reassurances into Jungkook’s ears so quietly not even Hoseok, who is seated beside them, can hear. 

As Jungkook starts to finally calm down, Jimin makes subtle gestures to the other members. He’s got Jungkook for now. But they’re going to need a team effort if they want Jungkook to be effectively taken care of. So the table disperses to various areas of the house. Jungkook doesn’t even hear them leave. 

When he looks up, Jimin’s holding a napkin toward him encouraging him to blow his nose. Jimin doesn’t let go of the napkin, and when Jungkook turns away Jimin’s hand follows. Eventually, Jimin just cups the napkin around Jungkook’s nose and squeezes. The napkin fills, now sticky and wet against Jimin’s fingertips. But there’s room for more. And from the sound of Jungkook’s sniffling, there’s definitely more. “Good, now blow for real this time,” Jimin commands in a low assertive voice. It’s eerily close to Yoongi’s tone. Jungkook doesn’t mess around when Jimin deepens his voice. He knows it means he’s serious. Jungkook blows hard, relieved that crying had loosened his sinuses. He files it away as a quick fix should he feel stuffed up again. 

Jimin pulls the napkin away, wiping at any left over on or around Jungkook’s nose. He puts the napkin on Jungkook’s untouched plate of food and goes back to coddling. Jungkook’s on Jimin’s shoulder again, the one that’s not soiled with tears and snot, and Jimin’s rocking them from side to side. It’s a peaceful few minutes of comfort. Then Jungkook’s breath hitches and he scrunches up his nose. “Hhe- EHet-” He anticipates a sneeze and points his face away from Jimin. But he loses it as soon as it snuck up on him. “Ghuh” He sniffles and shakes his head, trying to will the sneeze back. The need is still there. Less urgent, but it will happen sooner or later. He prefers sooner. 

Jimin chuckles at the disappointed and determined look on Jungkook’s face. He knows how annoying it can be to feel a sneeze that’s not ready to come out yet. “Ah, Kook-ah, let hyung help you.” Jimin pulls Jungkook’s face back, brushing longer strands of hair against the edged of Jungkook’s nostrils. The thin strands tickle at Jungkook’s nose. And the residual chemical smell of hair dye from Jimin’s new color is strong enough for Jungkook to sense. The combination does wonders for Jungkook’s stuck sneeze. 

It’s a matter of seconds before Jungkook’s hitching and pitching with a flurry of sneezes. “Eh-NgtCHI, Heh-PFTIchu, HEI-gnxtch” He tried to turn away, but Jimin kept him tucked in. The sneezes sprayed against Jimin’s neck, some of the dampness getting in the short vocalist's hair. But Jimin doesn’t flinch or cringe. He doesn’t pull away. 

Jimin waits patiently for the fit to end and then looks at Jungkook’s face. His eyes are red rimmed, nose dripping with fresh snot that he tries to sniffle back. There’s a small pout on his lips. And the maknae’s breathing is labored, like the force of the sneezing took his breath away. He smooths over Jungkook’s hair. “Feel better?” he asks softly, reaching around the table for an unused napkin. He wishes they were closer to a box of tissues. 

“A biddle,” Jungkook replies, already wiping the drippage on the back of his sleeve in the interest of time. “I wadda sleeb,” he admits.

Jimin chuckles. “Okay, baby. The couch should be all set up for you now.” He leaps off Jimin’s lap and offers the maknae a hand. Jungkook accepts the hand and allows Jimin to guide him to the living room. Like Jimin alluded to, his personal bedding is set up on the couch. It’s clear now Jimin’s affections were meant to bide time. 

Jungkook makes himself comfortable on the pillow that’s leaned up against Hoseok’s lap. He knows Hoseok is a bit of a germaphobe, but he can’t resist getting as close to the dancer as possible. He assumes it’s okay when Hoseok coos and starts rubbing Jungkook’s arms over the blanket. 

Before he gets too comfortable, Seokjin and Yoongi emerge from the kitchen. Seokjin’s holding a steaming bowl and Yoongi’s got a small pharmacy in his arms. “You’ve gotta eat something before sleeping, JK.” Seokjin advises, “And take some medicine.” 

“Bill you feed be?” Jungkook asks in a small voice as he sits himself up. He continues to lean against Hoseok. Seokjin isn’t going to say no to such a precious request. He sits on the floor in front of Jungkook and spoon feeds him. Jungkook eats half the bowl before he says he’s full. Jungkook’s not usually the type to get full, especially on less than one serving; but Seokjin doesn’t argue it. When Seokjin steps away, Yoongi approaches with blister packs of cold medicine. 

“Do you want daytime or nighttime?” Yoongi asks before he opens anything. 

“Night,” Jungkook pleads. He just wants to be asleep. Yoongi pops the pills and hands them to Jungkook. While the maknae works to dry swallow those, he’s pouring a dose of cough medicine which Jungkook takes with only a few complaints. “Cab I dleeb now?” He’s still making a sour face from the taste of cough syrup. Yoongi smooths a fever patch into his forehead. 

Yoongi nods and settles nearby. One by one all the members come to rest around the couch. There’s a movie playing in the background but no one can give it much attention. With Jungkook’s constant thick sniffling and wet coughing, everyone’s attention is on the sick maknae. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to try the neti pot?” Namjoon offers, as is standard everytime one of the members has a cold. The answer is always a resounding no, but he’ll make the suggestion until the day he dies. In line with the tradition, Jungkook cringes at the mention. He’s terrified that he’d drown or his brain would fill with water. It’s not logical, but neither is pouring water up your nose. 

“What if we make you sneeze?” Taehyung suggests mischievously. There’s a silence among the members. Taehyung feels judged for even suggesting it, so he elaborates, “If you sneeze, you might clear up your sinuses. And finally be able to sleep.” 

Jungkook’s entranced by the idea of sleep. He’s beyond drowsy and sapped of energy since he took the night med. He’d be asleep if it weren’t for the heaviness in his chest and head. His only reservation is that he doesn’t think he has the stamina to sneeze. Each one rips out of him with such force. He doesn’t have the energy for that. But he’s willing to try. “Led’s try id.” He admits. 

Taehyung’s up and out of the room at light speed. He doesn’t tell anyone what he’s planning. The other members look around and try to come up with ways to make Jungkook sneeze. Jimin stays silent. He’d already been sneezed on today, he feels it’s someone else’s turn. Seokjin makes the first move. He blows in Jungkook’s face, a slow stream of air directed toward the top of Jungkook’s nose. It makes the maknae’s nose twitch. He hitches once. But nothing productive. 

Namjoon instructs Jungkook to look at the light, hoping that might trigger something. But the cool lighting of the dorm isn’t bright enough to trigger a reaction. Still his nose itches and he scrubs at it. Hoseok grabs a candle sitting on the side table. But when he looks at it, he notices it’s unscented. Of course all the candles are unscented. Scented candles make Jungkook sneeze. So they don’t keep them in the dorm. Yoongi shrugs and jams a finger under Jungkook’s nose.  

“Hyung, that’s how you stop a sneeze,” Jimin remarks with a chuckle. 

Yoongi stutters embarrassed, “Ya, maybe it works both ways. You never know.” Jimin raises his hands in surrender. Yoongi’s finger doesn’t have any effect on Jungkook’s stuck sneezes. He hitches again gasping for air, desperate to relieve the tickle in his nose. 

Taehyung runs back into the room with a shaggy throw pillow in hand. He shoves the pillow against Jungkook’s face. The surrounding members can clearly smell the strong cologne that Taehyung wears to award ceremonies. It smells as though he dipped the whole pillow into the bottle. 

Jungkook inhales a heavy dose of the cologne and is immediately thrown into a sneezing fit. “hep’tehCHU, hmf’NXTchi, he-eh'HXTt, HA’tichu, hpti’atCHI, HXTngt, Hi’TISHuu” He sneezes relentlessly into what he knows if Taehyung’s favorite snuggle pillow. Each sneeze is louder and messier than the next. They are hard on his throat and they hurt in his nose, but it’s working. He can feel mucus shift with each sneeze. He can tell just from the stickiness alone that the pillow is now covered in his snot. 

He wants to pull it away. The heavy scent of the cologne is still attacking his nose. But he doesn’t want the others to see the mess he’s made. After 13 harsh sneezes, Namjoon rips the pillow away and tosses it onto the reclining chair in the corner. “Alright, Jungkook. I think that’s enough.” He tries to keep it lighthearted, but he’s seriously concerned about Jungkook’s vocal cords after all the sneezing. 

Jungkook’s left with nothing to hide his messy face. There’s snot glistening his skin all the way down to his chin. He hastily rubs the sleeves of his sweater against his face to clean himself. He’s tearing up at the same time, embarrassed. Seokjin’s got a box of tissues in his hands. He grabs three and approaches the maknae. 

“Jungkook-ah. Don’t use your sweater. That’s not clean.” His voice is calm and sweet. “Here, hyung has tissues for you.” 

Jungkook grabs them hastily and finishes cleaning up. He throws the balled up tissues on the same chair as the pillow. He figures they should keep all of his mess together. “More, please.” Jungkook asks, his voice a lot clearer than it has been all day. Seokjin just passes the whole box. 

Jungkook blows his nose loudly three more times before he finally feels empty. Or emptier, at least. He’s now able to breathe better through one nostril and his head feels less heavy. And as expected, the sneezing fit wore him to bits. He finally feels like he can sleep. He nestles back in against Hoseok who accepts him with open arms. 

Taehyung smiles, reclaiming his previous seat. “Sleep well, Jungkookie.” He rubs the maknae’s calf. 

Still no one can focus on the movie over the sounds of Jungkook’s congested snores.

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A/N: 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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[sicjimin]

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

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

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

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

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

sickie : yoongi ( i miss writing sick yoongi ☹️)

"Better?"

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

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

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

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

But it's still an empty one.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, Yoongi is so sick.

"Breathe, Yoongichi .. breathe"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[min-yunki-agustd]

Could you do a sick Yoongi, the rest caretakers where there doing a run episode or group Vlive or something. There's no real catalyst for it, but suddenly Yoongi finds himself puking and the others care for him

Sure thing! I've done one like this as a run so I'll do a Vlive this time. this before Thanks for requesting! I hope you enjoy it! also, you didn't put any numbers so I added some I hope you don't mind. Pls, enjoy!

“Feeling better now, [nickname]?”

“You look like death right now.”

“Awe, c'mere. You look like you need a hug.”

“You alright?”

Sickie: yoongi

Caretaker: ot7

Tw: mention of emeto, nausea v****

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It was a pretty chill Vlive. They were celebrating another milestone. Their tenth years of being together as a group. They were celebrating with the army. They planned to sit and answer questions.. As usual, the room was set up nicely with all the members sitting so they all could be seen. There was a banquet of food on a short table in front of them. It had their favorites like banana milk and oranges and various fruits, snacks, and drinks. Also on the table were purple and gold decorations with pictures from the group's debut.

They were dressed in clothes similar to the ones they'd worn during the time of their first album. They were all in black, with big baggy t shirts/ jerseys. Along with shorts and long socks that had the words bts on them. They did this in memorial of their past. Most of the members were a bit nervous. It had been a while since some of them did a life but they knew how it always went when they were all together. Or so they thought. This time along with answering questions from Army they would have to ask each other questions from q cards given by the staff. a few of the questions were about their experiences as a group good and bad etc. To switch it up they put in embarrassing questions. If the member did not want to answer they had to pick from the mystery box which contained gross foods and eat it.

Just like the old times with choosing cards yoongi always got the bad card. Each round he'd get the embarrassing question. Yoongi usually didn't care much about what people thought but they weren't embarrassing in the sense of doing something another member would think is embarrassing, it would be more like asking yoongi if he sent a long I love you text to taehyung. Or if he was looking for an excuse to hold Jimin's hand during a run episode. That for yoongi was more embarrassing than yelling out that you stole jk's underwear to assert dominance ( this man really did that Irl) on a rooftop.

After six embarrassing questions and having to eat several different gross food items his stomach began to not feel so great. He was stuffed. Far too stuff to even enjoy the clementines that sat on the table. He really wanted one. But he knew it would only further upset his full to the brim stomach. He really didn't need that. His stomach was already swirling. While the other members played around, giggled, danced, and sang lyrics to old songs they sang yoongi sat still. In fear of upsetting his stomach further. It was hard to keep still with Jungkook constantly shaking him around and dancing on him purposefully. This jostled the olders stomach.

Frankly being still wasn't working and the longer he sat there with his crosses. The worse he felt. He began to get nauseous after the seventh time he had pulled from the gross food box of mystery and eat something strange. He pulled out something that was mixed together in a ball. from the box. It smelled spicy but it tasted sour, with the texture of the cake. It sat hard in his bloated belly. Yoongi began to feel a cramped form in his belly. Yoongi rubbed his middle section. nausea was rising in his throat. He tried to force it down several times. He'd try coughing to clear his throat. Yoongi tried to swallow, forcing down the acidy-tasting spit. Nothing work. The feeling could just come back, and the saliva would build back up in his throat.

He began to faze out of the conversation, only being able to focus on his aching belling and nausea that sat in his throat. the members laughing brought him back to reality. " what about you hyung" jungkook nudges yoongi's shoulder. " huh?" yoongi says surprised. The members all laughed again. Yoongi didn't get what they were joking about. He didn't care much for laughing at the moment. His stomach was hurting too much. Namjoon must have been staring for quite some time to notice that his hyung wasn't doing too well. Namjoon leaned over and whispered in his hyungs ear. " you alright? hyung?" Namjoons voice ticked yoongi's ear drum and a shiver ran down yoongi's spine. Yoongi was afraid of setting off his stomach if he spoke so he kept his mouth squeezed shut and nodded his head. This also caused less suspicion with the camera in front of them.

Jungkook being right beside the two catches on to the conversation. making him worry if his hyung is actually alright. Jungkook's thought was forgotten momentarily when Jimin asked a question about his turn. The game went on. Hoseok was asked an embarrassing question and now has decided to choose from the box of misery. despite having a strong gag reflex. Hoseok wasn't t good with gross stuff generally but once he stuck his hand in the box and felt something slimy he knew it was over for him. He pulled out what appeared to be a jello hand. It was slimy and the oder it amitted told him and the others that this was no ordinary kind of jello. He took a sniff out of curiosity and gagged immediately. Yoongi wasn't one to feel sympathy in this manner but something about hearing the other gag made something in him feel wrong.

Now there was an overbearing amount of spit in his mouth. It was making his nausea worse to force it down. It made his stomach swirl every time he did. It was now jungkooks turn. He got an easy question. He answered giggling and even took a sip of his banana milk to celebrate. It was yoongi's turn again. Yoongi took in a deep breath. His stomach felt tight as his lungs took in air and then released it. He really couldn't eat anything else. To his luck, this was the final round. After him, namjoon would go and the little game would end. They'd probably just answer a few more questions from Army and then tell Army that they had to go.

He hoped it went that way, so he could finally go home and sleep this pain off. Of course, he got the last bad carded question. He decided to himself that no matter what it said he'd just say the answer. He was asked the question by Jimin. yoongi listen to the question. " were you on that day actually wearing and mostly only wearing underwear with bears on them?" Jimin and Jungkook giggled profusely. Namjoon grinned hard. Namjoons shoulders shook as he giggled silently. Jhope burst out into laughter yelling out " oh hyung " as he laughed. Jimin was practically rolling out of his seat almost taking out taehyung with him. Yoongi couldn't help but smile at the question. He figured this would be a light and funny question for him to answer. " yes..." yoongi says slightly blushing and pouting. " yes what hyung?" Jimin says sitting back on his chair and picking up the card he dropped while falling. " yes... I wore underwear with bears on them.

All the members and the entire crew wear laughing uncontrollably. Jimin stands from his seat with his finger in the air looking at the directer. " that doesn't count" Jimin says with a grin. jimin restates the question. " He didn't answer the question correctly which means." Jimin picks up the box and puts it in yoongi's lap. everyone found it hilarious. Yoongi on the other hand knew for sure that he wouldn't last any longer threw the vlive with the way he was feeling. His stomach swirled at the thought of eating something. He swallowed down the spit that had built back up in his throat and he dug his hand into the box of miserly.

He pulled out something he could barely comprehend the shape of. He showed it to the camera and the curious members and forced it down. The moment it hit his tongue he gagged. Namjoon was the first to notice a problem when yoongi's face screwed up." Hyung? " Namjoon says looking in yoongi's direction. Namjoon forgot all about how sick yoongi was looking earlier. There was a moment of silence where everyone watched yoongi to see what was going to happen next. Yoongi gagged into his hand again dryly. He burped into a fist and out came a blast of puke. It hit him fast without a warning. He convulsed. Spatters of puke hit the table. Everyone beside and behind him jumped back. some like hobi and tae move out of the camera's view completely. Not being able to stomach what's currently happening. The cameras came off insatiately.

The crew already started working on an explanation to post for Army so they wouldn't worry. In between surges of puke, yoongi felt embarrassed. Embarrassed that he ruined the table and everything in front of him snd that he even threw up at all in front of his coworkers and bandmates. puke was now dripping from his hand onto his pants. One of the crew found a trash can and gave it to him. " ahhh yoongiah" Jin says coming back closer to yoongi. JIn rubs the younger back. He retched in response. Not being able to even comprehend what jin was saying.

Yoongi stuck his head into the trash can not wanting to make any more of a mess. he burped. it echoed in the trash can and hobi cringed. hobi help his mouth and gave a small gag. Taehyung ushered him into the next room. The smell that hit his nose while face down in the trash taunted him causing him to bring up more and more. Namjoon tried to stay and give comforting pats on yoongi's shoulder but the signs and smells were starting to be tough to handle after eating himself alittle too full. It was that way for every member Jimin tried to give his hyung comforting words but they were drowned out by the echoing sound of sick. He liked namjoon and jin was determined. determined to stay by yoongi side. It eventually got to a point that it wasn't so bad. Yoongi stomach was finally letting up. Yoongi's rounds of puking became fewer and fewer.

If yoongi ever had the pleasure of knowing what concoction was made He vowed to himself that he'd never, ever have it again. He now sat in front of a full trash can. Try desperately to catch his breath and calm his stomach. His stomach still swirled in the side and every now and then would convulse. But, it wouldn't bring up a gag. It was just painful and awfully nauseating. to his fortune, he was empty and had nothing more to bring up. The crew had long since started packing and cleaning up. The only person not moving was yoongi. He sat still where he'd been the entire time along with namjoon, Jin, and Jimin. Once the other members noticed that yoongi had stopped puking they came back into the room. Hobi felt a bit bad for leaving. but his stomach wasn't going to let him stick around without making a mess.

Jin finally broke the silence among the boys who were now gathered around yoongi. Yoongi hadn't even noticed they were back He had His eyes closed and a firm grip on his achy stomach. He felt a migraine coming on from the nonstop puking, which is why he had his eyes closed. The light felt like they were burning threw his eyelids. " ahhh, yoongiah, You look like death right now.” Jin says. Yoongi flinches at the sudden talking behind him, the sound of his hyungs loud voice caused his head to throb. Jin noticed and changed his expression. Yoongi kept his eyes closed but moved his hand from his middle to his throbbing head. Right then the manager walks up to the group and explains that the cars were ready and that they should all go home and rest for the night. especially yoongi. The manager adds that if yoongi is feeling well tomorrow to inform him and he'd change the schedule so he could rest longer. He told them good night and to go home.

The member from that point on took that as a sign to baby yoongi. Hobi helped carry yoongi's things to the car which was mostly his phone and the jacket he had to take off. He felt too hot to wear it. Jimin opened the door to the van allowing him to have the best seat in the car. yoongi sat in between jungkook and Jimin. The other members hopped into the car as well. with Jin in the passenger seat, namjoon in the second row, and taehyung and hobi in the back curled up together. He honestly didn't care where he sat as long as he could get some rest on the ride home. While driving home yoongi noticed just how bumpy the road was. It could just have been his migraine magnifying every movement the car did but either way he was starting to feel nauseous again. The car did a bump that messed with yoongi's stomach a lot. Jimin could tell he was struggling and latched onto yoongi's hand. Yoongi wished that the comforting notion helped but it wasn't going to settle his stomach. Yoongi decided to take Jimin's hand and place it against his belly. " no pressure please" Jimin giggled softly and rubbed his hyungs belly. He hadn't received many belly rubs from Jimin but this was nice it felt really good. Jimin wasn't moving too fast and his hand was soft and warm.

He was enjoying it until the car jerked causing Jimin's hand to be pushed into yoongi's stomach. Yoongi pushed Jimin's hand aside. He tapped on jins shoulder who was in the passenger's seat dosing off. " tell the driver to -" a wet gag was heard. Jin turned back to look at yoongi almost breaking his neck in the prosses. Yoongi swallowed hard. that didn't taste very good he thought. Acid had risen in his throat. Jin told the driver to stop the car. Yoongi forced the car door open and lowered his body closer to the ground. we waited for it to come back up his throat. it didn't. A stronger wave of nausea built up but he didn't throw up. After what felt like hours, it passed and he sat for a moment to collect himself. He cut his break short knowing the members were really tired and so was he. He gave the driver the ok and they were off to the door with no further incidents.

At the dorm, the members did as much as they could for the boy. Making sure he didn't have to lift a single finger. They got him some meds, prepared him a shower along with fresh clothes, they gave him a bit of rice to put on his stomach and they made him tea to sip. " so hyung... you feeling any better? " jk asked standing over yoongi as he laid off the couch soundlessly. " My head still hurts. “Awe, c'mere. You look like you need a hug.” jk squeezed his hyung in his arms and then scooted his body up against his and laid on the couch with him, one by one the members joined the cuddle fest. leaving yoongi stuck in between them all. despite having no room at all they managed to fall asleep that way. with taehyung almost falling on the couch in his sleep and hsoeok quite literally laying on top of namjoon. Yoongi felt very loved and very squshed.

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I have no idea how long this is but I hope you enjoyed it. thanks for being so patient I really appreciate it!

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[sickiesope]

Twenty four hours

Sickie: Jungkook

Caretakers: Jin and Namjoon

TW: emeto

Summary: Jungkook gets sick with a temporary bug. His caring hyungs look after him.🌡

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Jungkook has been feeling kind of off today. He woke up still feeling tired, despite having a full night sleep. He sat down for breakfast with the others but wasn't exactly digging in. For some reason his stomach feels kind of uncomfortable. Jungkook yawns, slumped in his chair.

"Kookie, everything alright?" Hoseok notices he isn't as perky as usual.

"Yeah I'm fine. Just kind of tired" JK sits up straighter. He isn't exactly lying -- he is still tired. He drinks water and goes to get ready. They have rehearsal scheduled for today.

When the guys all leave Jungkook is doing better and he's more awake. He just needed to eat and keep himself hydrated.  He chats with Taehyung and Jimin on the ride there. They get started right away.

But two hours in he begins to feel warm and more prone to sweating. Is the building too hot? No, the other members seem to have no problem. They chatter amongst themselves, not noticing that Jungkook has gone quiet and staring into space. He's starting to feel nauseous. The food in his stomach isn't sitting well at all.

"Jungkook? Are you okay?" Namjoon finally asks.

"Um..I think I need the bathroom.." JK says quietly.

"You do look kind of pale" Taehyung mentions.

"I feel--" Jungkook is cut off when his stomach unexpectedly lurches and he quickly makes for the door. He races to the bathroom with a hand over his mouth. Namjoon and Jin follow behind. They find him bent over the sink, breathing heavily and spitting out excess saliva. Then without warning he vomits. It comes out fast and messy. He gasps in shock and grossed out at the sight, making him throw up again. Namjoon puts a hand on his shoulder "awwh it's okay Kookie, just let it out" he holds the younger by the waist to keep him balanced. Jungkook heaves and retches again, his stomach contracting in Namjoon's hold. The older winces as he feels it and JK jerks forward, throwing up more of his undigested breakfast. The eggs and toast he had now just a mess in the sink. Jungkook spits out the remainder and rests his head on Namjoon's shoulder.

"Finished?" The leader asks gently

"Yeah.. I think so.." JK answers feebly.

"You should go lay down" Jin pats his shoulder and gently leads him towards the exit. But Jungkook suddenly gags again, making him hastily turn around and run back to the sink to vomit one more time. His stomach is really messing with him today.

"Ah, Kookie.." Jin rubs his back gently.

Jungkook whimpers and starts to feel dizzy. "Hyung.." he reaches out his hand desperately, Jin taking it. "It's okay Kookie. You're okay"

The next thing Jungkook knows, he's lying on the couch with a thermometer in his mouth. He still feels queasy and his stomach hurts. Namjoon is sitting beside him, his face looking deep with concern. He takes the thermometer from JK and confirms that he has a fever.

"Gosh you're burning up Jungkookie" he feels his forehead that's warm and slightly sweaty.

"I'm okay hyung, I just puked" Jungkook blinks and tries to sit up.

"Yeah, quite a lot" Namjoon states.

Jungkook wants to say they're overreacting but another wave of nausea comes. He grabs the garbage bin nearby and heaves up more of his stomach contents. He can see traces of his dinner from last night.

"Joon hyung, I feel terrible" he whined, laying back down clutching his stomach.

Namjoon gently rubs his shoulder "I know Kookie, we're gonna get you home, you need to rest"

Jungkook tried to keep his pride, he doesn't like being sick and unable to work. But his stomach decides for him, making him puke once again. Everything he ate today and yesterday coming back up, followed by dry heaves. His throat is sore and burning from the efforts. He must be almost empty now he thinks. Jungkook feels exhausted and wants to fall asleep on the couch but his hyungs Jin and Namjoon are actively moving him and guiding him to a car.

"Come on Kook, let's get up. Yep, just like that" Namjoon instructs. He complies and lets them take charge. JK drifts in and out and his hand doesn't leave his stomach the whole ride home. He had a few close calls of getting sick in the car but he seemed to be out of everything. He just coughed and dry heaved a couple of times and took a five minute nap leaning on Namjoon.

They walk him to the dorm, both hyungs arms holding up Jungkook, his weight leaning on them. They take him straight to bed and place a garbage bin beside it. Namjoon goes to get water and Jin sits beside the ill maknae.

"How's your tummy feeling?"

Jungkook groans as his stomach gurgles in distress. He runs his hand over it, his doe eyes looking up at Jin. He just wants relief of this awful feeling. He's so nauseous he can barely talk. The older looks at him sympathetically "do you want the hot pad?" he tries. Jungkook nods his head slightly.

Namjoon returns with a glass of water and the hot pad. "Want a drink of water Kookie?" he offers.

Jungkook gulps, he doesn't like the thought of ingesting anything right now. But his throat hurts so he decides to have a few tiny sips.

"I think you have a temporary bug, Kook" Jin says to the youngest.

Jungkook sighed. He really went downhill quickly. The water felt nice on his throat but his stomach isn't having it. He immediately throws it back up, hurting his throat again. He whimpers in pain, tears forming in his sickly eyes. Jin and Namjoon both looked at him and then each other with sad looks of great worry. It's hard to see their poor sweet maknae in such distress.

Jungkook sighed tiredly, he just wants to stop throwing up and go to sleep. The hot pad helps a little but his tummy is still sore. "Hyungs.. I'm sorry.." he says in a quiet hoarse voice.

"No Kookie, don't say that. It's not your fault" Namjoon reassures.

"Yeah, you just focus on resting for now" Jin says, gently brushing his hair back.

Jungkook closes his eyes and eventually drifts off. He slept for half an hour but then his stomach woke him up, churning harshly.

"Oh god not again" he huffs in frustration. It seems to never end. He grabs the garbage bin and watery vomit pours out.

Jin returns to the room "awwh Kookie.. your tummy still hurts huh?"

Jungkook continues to throw up, light yellow liquid pouring into the bin. It fades off after a few more heaves and then he's just bringing up bile. Everything hurts, especially his throat and his stomach. Jungkook lets out a helpless whine.

"I think you need some medicine" the oldest decides. He doesn't know what else to do, JK can't keep water down.

"Mhm.. I guess.." he mumbles. Usually Jungkook doesn't like taking medicine but he's desperate to feel better. He takes it and yawns, burrowing himself in the blankets again.

Awhile later Namjoon goes to check on him and finds the youngest fast asleep. He looks so peaceful and relaxed that he decides to let him be.

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Jungkook wakes up the next morning. His hyungs let him sleep in, which he's grateful for. His head feels significantly less heavy and he finds himself getting up with ease. He looks in the bathroom mirror and his face doesn't look pale and sickly anymore. Jungkook is finally feeling better. He washes up and gets dressed with his newfound energy.

His stomach growls, indicating his appetite is back. Or at least he hopes that's what it means. He really doesn't want to get sick again, the thought of it makes him shudder. Jungkook patted his stomach. It's completely empty, he hasn't eaten anything since yesterday. He realizes he's actually really hungry. JK decides he's well enough to eat something and heads to the kitchen.

His hyungs greet him happily "Jungkookie! So glad to see you up again!" Namjoon smiles.

"How are you feeling now?" Jin asks

"Much better hyungs!" JK replies. "What's for breakfast? I'm starving!"

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #sick!jungkook #caretaker!namjoon #caretaker!seokjin