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Ateez - Flu - Part 6
It was noon by the time Seonghwa returned with Yunho in tow. Hongjoong popped his head out of his bedroom, dismayed to find his dongsaeng still flushed with fever but took solace in the fact that the glaze in his eyes had lightened up since the prior day.
“He’s doing a lot better, Joong” Seonghwa reassured upon noticing the concern on Hongjoong’s face as Hongjoong joined him in the living room. “His temperature is down and he has some meds to keep it that way, but they said the fever won’t break for another few days. The meds have been knocking him out straight away though so that’s something.”
Yunho groaned at the reminder, the fever taking its toll on him and his brain feeling scrambled and groggy from his medication.
“I’ll put him to bed” Seonghwa said as he wrapped an arm around Yunho’s shoulder. “Can you grab him a bottle of water?”
Hongjoong made it to the kitchen before his vision blurred, a reminder of the illness that was setting in with no regard for the fact he had sick kids to take care of. He took a few moments to collect himself, letting the dizzy spell pass for the time being.
Once Yunho was settled in Seonghwa and Hongjoong collapsed on the couch, both clearly exhausted.
“Did you sleep last night?” Hongjoong broke the silence, already knowing the answer.
Seonghwa shook his head as he rubbed his eyes harshly. “His nurse wanted me to go home for the night but I didn’t want him to wake up alone.” Hongjoong nodded in understanding at that. He would have done the same thing. “I tried to sleep in the chair but I couldn’t get comfortable. How about you? How are Mingi and Wooyoung doing?”
Hongjoong sighed before responding. “Mingi is Mingi. He wants nothing to do with anybody right now. I’ve been forcing tablets and water into him. He’s not very happy with me right now. And Wooyoung…” his voice trailed off for a moment before continuing. “I tried to get him to sleep in San’s bed and have San stay with Yeo and Jongho but he ended up in bed with me.”
Seonghwa glared at him with disapproval. Hongjoong knew that Seonghwa was concerned about him coming down with the flu too, but Seonghwa also had no idea that that ship had already sailed.
“Don’t look at me that way, Hwa. Please.” Hongjoong said defensively. “It was either that or stay up with him all night while he cried. This flu is no joke.”
Seonghwa rolled his eyes, the tension in the room building by the moment. “Yeah, I’m fully aware, believe it or not, after spending the night in the fucking hospital with Yunho teetering on the edge of what could have been a dangerous fever. But thank you for the reminder.”
Even in his current state Hongjoong could sense that this interaction was devolving into something that he didn’t have the capacity to deal with at the moment. “You’re right, I’m sorry. You need to get some sleep now though.”
“Shit…no, I’m sorry. I’m not trying to pick a fight…I’m just…yeah I need sleep” Seonghwa quickly agreed. “Please wake me up if you need me though” he added as he trudged off to bed.
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The sound of the front door opening startled San awake. Seonghwa had his hands full with Yunho and didn’t even seem to notice San, who had taken up residence on the couch.
Wooyoung had kept San and Hongjoong up for the better part of the night and into the early hours of the morning as his fever spiked and the body aches set in. Hongjoong had finally gotten him settled into San’s bed, hoping that keeping Yunho and Wooyoung together and Mingi isolated in his own room would prevent further spread but, by the time Hongjoong carried Wooyoung off to his shared room with Seonghwa, San wasn’t sure where he should sleep. His own room was out of the question, his bedding damp from Wooyoung’s sweat and tears, and he wasn’t sure when Yunho would be coming home and in need of his own bed.
He briefly considered Wooyoung’s bed before pausing. Yeosang and Jongho were the only members that hadn’t been exposed to the flu yet and San had spent the day with Wooyoung. Not wanting to risk it, San made his way to the couch before collapsing into a deep sleep.
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San quickly sat up and vacated the couch, his mind still hazy with sleep, catching Seonghwa’s attention as he emerged from Yunho’s room.
“Hey, I’m sorry to wake you, Sannie” Seonghwa said with an exhausted smile as he closed the door behind him. “You look tired. There’s no schedules today, why don’t you get a little more sleep?”
San shrugged in response. “I was napping with Wooyoung when he woke up feeling sick so…I can help you and Hongjoong-hyung since I’ve already been exposed.” San immediately regretted mentioning that to Seonghwa as concern crossed his hyung’s face. He immediately spoke up again, hoping to put Seonghwa at ease. “I’m feeling totally fine, don’t worry!”
It seemed to be enough to placate Seonghwa for the time being. “Well please tell me if you start feeling sick, okay?” San nodded quickly in response before Seonghwa continued. “I hate to ask you, but would you mind going out to the store to get a box of popsicles? Yunho was asking for one on the way home and I gave him Yeosang’s last one yesterday but if it will keep him cool and hydrated…” The speed with which Seonghwa was speaking continued to increase until San interjected.
“What puppy wants, puppy gets” San said with a reassuring smile, grabbing his wallet and heading for the door.
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“Mingi, let me in please” Hongjoong hissed through Mingi’s door, not wanting to wake any of the sleeping members.
He was about to knock again when he felt a vibration coming from his pocket. Hongjoong rolled his eyes as he opened the text from Mingi:
“Let me sleep.”
Hongjoong was about to protest when he received a second message. A picture of an empty bottle of water with a mostly full bottle next to it.
“At least let me check your…” he was once more cut off, this time by a second picture of a thermometer reading 38.1°.
With that Hongjoong admitted defeat. “Please let me know if you need anything.” After glancing into his own room and confirming that Seonghwa and Wooyoung were still both fast asleep and wrapping an ice pack around the back of Yunho’s hand where the IV needle had been inserted in hopes that it would dull the pain that he was complaining of, Hongjoong stepped into the washroom, locking the door behind him. It took a moment of shuffling to find another thermometer in the medicine cabinet but upon locating it behind a box of bandages he popped it under his tongue. He cringed at the quick beeps that signaled a fever before he could even look at the reading. It wasn’t as if he didn’t already know that he was feverish and he was fully aware that sleeping in close proximity to his own personal little space heater, Wooyoung, hadn’t helped at all, but he hadn’t expected his temperature to be 38.5°.
A cough coming from Yunho’s room quickly drew him back to reality. Knowing it was only a matter of time until he was needed again, he quickly swallowed a few of the fever reducers that he had left on the vanity that morning and turned on the shower, opting to take a fast lukewarm shower in hopes that it would get his fever down enough to continue with his day relatively uninterrupted.
If there was anything that Hongjoong was acutely aware of, however, was that no aspect of his life was ever uninterrupted, and a quiet knock on the door reminded him that this situation was no different.
“I’m just getting out of the shower” Hongjoong responded with a sigh as he turned the water off, doing his best to hide the way his teeth were chattering.
“Hyung” the knocking continued as Yeosang’s voice called to him from the other side of the door.
“Yeosang, please give me five minutes” Hongjoong sighed, doing his best to control his temper. Of course he loved Yeosang, but knowing him he’d be asking where the cereal was or confirming tomorrow’s schedule despite Hongjoong having reviewed it twice with him the day prior.
“Hyung, it’s important…its…”
Hongjoong had had enough. Hastily wrapping a towel around his waist, he swung the door open, prepared to lay into Yeosang about respecting one another’s space and about actually listening to what other people were saying. But those thoughts melted away as he found Yeosang awkwardly holding up San as San awkwardly held up a box of popsicles.
“What puppy wants…” San started before interrupted momentarily with a cough. “…puppy gets” he finished, quickly swinging his arm around to hand Yunho’s popsicles to Hongjoong before leaning a little more heavily into Yeosang.
“Sorry, I’m just a little dizzy all of a…” but before San could finish, his eyes rolled back as the rest of his body weight sunk into Yeosang’s arms.
It took a moment for Hongjoong’s fever-addled brain to comprehend what had happened. And even when he realized that San had fainted, it still took his mind another moment to move on from the first and only thought to cross his mind:
Oh. Fuck.
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Summary: Just pulling the phone closer to him hurts his muscles. And the bright light of the screen has him seeing stars. A new headache pulses behind his eyes. But all he has to do is pull up Mingi’s contact and press the phone button. He can manage for that long.
Pairing: Minsang - Platonic intentions but open interpretation.
Words: 3236
Warnings: Illness || Fever || Angst || Non-graphic Nightmares || Mingi Hiatus era
Inspiration: Loosely inspired by canon Minsang phone number incident. Modified events to fit into this story.
“He’s finally asleep,” Seonghwa sighs, shoulders slumped as though they may fall right out of their sockets. He exits the bedroom corridor, joining the members waiting in the living room.
Hongjoong hangs up the phone as he emerges from the kitchen entrance, sitting around the other 6 members. “Managers said anything above 38.5 is excused from schedules. Anything over 40 and it’s a trip to the hospital.”
“He’s still just over the 39 mark. His fever hasn’t gone lower than 38.8 all night,” Seonghwa admits, throwing himself on the couch despite the fact that it’s already occupied by the three youngest. He had volunteered to stay up with Yeosang through the night. He’s exhausted and not the least bit excited for their daily schedule, but he’s already resolved to nap on the drive to their filming location.
Hongjoong’s already texting the manager and alerting them of Yeosang’s most recent temperature. He’s also asking (demanding) that his schedule be cleared for at least two days. Seonghwa makes himself comfortable on Wooyoung’s lap, “Even if he wasn’t excused, there’s no way he could make it through the day. He can’t even sit up on his own.” Silence falls on the room, the other occupants looking between the two eldest, unasked questions like elephants in the room. Hesitation on the tip of their tongues.
Hongjoong feels the tension like cement blocks on his shoulders. It’s his job to anticipate these things. Though no one had expected their resident Doberman (read: Maltese) to get sick, especially as quickly as he did. Regardless, his job is to make sure the members are taken care of. And their physical condition comes first. “Mingi, what’s your schedule look like?”
“Just vocal recording.” the fellow rapper replies. Since he’s returned from hiatus, upper management has decided to ease him back into the idol lifestyle so as not to overwhelm him. He’s only had one or two simple schedules a day for two weeks now. And while he’s grateful for the accommodation, he can’t help but feel he’s not really pulling his weight for the group. But he’s talked about these feelings with his members and they’ve all reminded him that it’s best to go at this pace to avoid a relapse. And silver linings, he’s available when the members need help.
“Sangie should be fine on his own for an hour or so. Honestly, he’ll probably stay asleep most of the day since he didn’t get much last night.” Seonghwa supplies.
Mingi realizes quickly where the conversation is headed. “I’ll look after him once I’m done with recording,” he volunteers, like it’s not already the decided answer to unasked questions.
Wooyoung wraps his arms around Mingi’s broad shoulders, hugging him tightly, “Take care of my best friend, Minnie.”
Mingi pats Wooyoung’s back with a wide smile. “And here I thought I was your best friend,” He says sarcastically.
San scoffs and mutters “Get in line” to which Wooyoung’s jaw drops to the floor and the rest of the room bursts into laughter. Mingi has to admit, it’s good to be back.
Hongjoong takes one more trip down the bedroom corridor to check on Yeosang before their managers arrive. The leader smooths out the younger’s hair and sets a few things within reach should Yeosang wake up urgently. He then joins the other members as the vans pull up in front of their dorm. Mingi gets into one van while the other six pile into the other.
As expected, Mingi finishes his schedule quickly and he’s back to the dorm an hour later. The first thing he does after kicking off his shoes is make sure that Yeosang’s still alive. He peeks his head inside and finds the older vocalist curled up under the covers. Exactly how Hongjoong said he left him. He looks peaceful, contrary to how he’d seen Yeosang staggering through the dorm last night. After the night he knows Yeosang had, he doesn’t want to disturb him. So he softly closes the door and notifies the group chat that he’s back and Yeosang is officially in his “very capable hands.” It wouldn’t be the member’s LINE group chat if Wooyoung doesn’t make a dirty joke out of it.
He goes back to the living room and connects his switch to the TV. There’s a game he’s been meaning to play. And usually he feels guilty playing during the day. But he figures there’s nothing else he should be doing as long as Yeosang sleeps. He’s not due for another dose of medicine yet, and Yunho prepared food to heat up if Yeosang wakes up hungry. So he leans against the back of the couch, an excited smile on his face as he boots up the game. He even remembers to turn the volume down so he could hear Yeosang call for him.
Yeosang tosses and turns in the throes of yet another vivid fever dream. He always gets them when he’s feverish. When he was younger, they used to be filled with truly terrifying things, like clowns and cartoon monsters. And that one about bees that unsettles him to this day. But recently they are always the same plot. Now they always involve the members. Sometimes, the members are mad at him. Sometimes, he leaves the members. Sometimes there’s a tragic accident. No matter the preface, the ending always remains the same. Yeosang always ends up alone.
This one ends with a devastating plane crash and the sight of his member’s mangled bodies. It’s the visual of San’s severed head that shocks him to consciousness. The first thing he notices is his heart beating against the wall of his chest. With enough force, it might bust through his rib cage. He tries to take a deep breath, but quickly realizes that no matter how hard he tries, the air won’t come through. His breaths are short and ragged. Then he feels cold tracks running along his cheeks. Tears.
He reaches for where he usually keeps a water bottle next to the bed. Or, rather, he tries to. The simple action of extending his arm hurts. Every joint aches, sending signals of pain to his clouded mind. Just taking his hand from the warm encasing of the covers sends a sharp chill all the way to his spine. And suddenly his whole body feels 20 degrees below freezing. He’s still crying.
It takes more energy than it should for Yeosang to grab the water bottle, only to find it empty. Feeling the air light bottle shatters his heart. He’s already crying, and he won’t stop anytime soon. He feels betrayed for a moment, astounded that someone would drink his water. He doesn’t remember drinking it. But he doesn’t remember much of the last 12 hours, actually. Glimpses of the last 12 hours flash through his mind. There’s only bits and pieces of members’ faces after deciding that Jongho’s lap would be a good place to rest. He should apologize to their maknae.
Rather than launch a full scale investigation on the case of the missing water, he focuses on where he’s going to find more. He’s losing water faster than he can replenish. With the sweat and the tears, he’ll risk dehydration soon. And even his fevered foggy mind knows that is something he would like to avoid. He can hear Seonghwa’s soft voice in his head: “You need to drink, Sangie. We can’t have you getting dehydrated.” So that’s where his water had gone.
The dryness in his mouth battles the nausea swirling in his stomach. He’s somewhere between thirsty and nauseous. He needs to be hydrated, in case that swirling does result in vomiting. Has he done that yet? He can’t even remember. But the kitchen is so far away. He doesn’t think he could make it to the bedroom door. The kitchen may as well be on another continent. His lips start quivering, mustering up the reserves of his strength to venture into their suddenly too big dorm. How foolish he’s been to complain about the size of their dorm before.
When he sits up, he spots a note on the side table. There’s a chart logging the medications he’s taking and when he needs his next dose. This had been Jongho’s diligent work after he accidentally over-medicated San when he was sick. Since then, the med table has been an absolute must in the ATEEZ dorm. They don’t need any more scares like that. Aside the medication chart, there’s a sticky note written in Hongjoong’s scratchy handwriting. He wipes the tears from his eyes so he can read it:
I got you two days off. We’ll see how you’re feeling after that. Mingi is going to be at the dorm with you. Let him know if you need anything. Feel better. -Hyung.
A wave of relief washes over Yeosang’s weakened body. He smiles for the first time since he’d woken up, thrilled to find he’s not alone in the dorm. Not only will Mingi be able to help him, but he doesn’t like to be alone when he’s feeling so poorly. Not that he’s ever told anyone. He knows sometimes it’s unavoidable.
Relaxing back into the bed, Yeosang reaches for his phone to call Mingi. Just pulling the phone closer to him hurts his muscles. And the bright light of the screen has him seeing stars. A new headache pulses behind his eyes. But all he has to do is pull up Mingi’s contact and press the phone button. He can manage for that long.
“The number you have dialed is not valid.”
That’s not possible. He tries again.
“The number you have dialed is not valid.”
The relieved smile falls, and Yeosang’s eyes fill with tears again. Maybe one more time.
“The number you have dialed is not valid.”
And when he hears that dreaded message a third time, the tears spill again. Did Mingi block his number? Or did he turn off his phone? But Mingi’s supposed to be taking care of him. He hasn’t seen Mingi all night, if the fleeting flashbacks are anything to go by. Doesn’t Mingi care about him? Shouldn’t Mingi check in on him? He weeps at the cyclone of thoughts swirling through his clouded mind.
He’s never craved attention so desperately. All he wants is touch. Nothing too extreme. Delicate fingers running through his hair. Maybe a steady palm on his shoulder or cool knuckles against his forehead. He just doesn’t want to be alone. In all of his nightmares, he ends up alone. But those are just nightmares. He never thought they would translate to his reality. Hopelessly, he clutches the phone close to his chest and weeps. Maybe Mingi will hear him? Maybe Mingi won’t care.
Mingi has cleared through eight levels already. He’s hyperfocused on each mission, the game much more captivating than even the trailers made it seem. He’s so engrossed in the game, he’d nearly forgotten about Yeosang. That is, until his phone rings and he catches sight of Wooyoung’s silly selca on the screen. He instantly pauses the game and picks up the phone.
“Song Mingi! Where are our updates!” Wooyoung screams. Based on the voice’s distance from the receiver, he assumes Wooyoung is not alone. The others are probably crowding the phone.
Mingi startles at the question. How long has it been since he last checked on Yeosang? He’s been back for nearly three hours. He bites his lower lip. “There’s nothing to report, Woo.” He hesitates, “Sangie’s been asleep the whole time.”
“Did his fever break yet?”
“He didn’t even wake up for his medicine?”
“You should wake him up. He needs to eat.”
Mingi’s heart sinks. The members all trusted him to take care of Yeosang. He wants to contribute to the team. And he doesn’t even do that well. His mentality shifts to formulate an excuse. In his defense, he's used to having the place to himself these days. And Yeosang's been so quiet, he'd forgotten he was there. Mingi just hopes the quiet isn't a bad thing.
“I’m sorry,” Mingi states ambiguously, “I’m going to check on him now. I’ll update the group chat.” He hangs up the call before anyone can voice their disappointment.
When he approaches the bedroom corridor, he hears the sobbing. The sound gets louder as he rushes to Yeosang’s room. He throws the door open and finds Yeosang curled into a fetal position.
His eyes have dried up from dehydration, no more tears left to shed. But his voice still breaks with hiccuping whimpers and sobs. Mingi rushes to the bedside, falling to his knees to get as close to Yeosang without climbing into the bed with him.
"Sang-ah. Hey, are you okay?" He asks stupidly, already knowing the answer is a blaring no. "Are you still feeling sick" like the bright red feverish flush doesn't give it away.
Yeosang just curls tighter into himself, shaking his head. He convinces himself that there is no way Mingi is here with him now. Mingi doesn’t care about him. He must be having another fever dream. This Mingi will leave him eventually. And he’ll be alone again.
Mingi brushes his fingers underneath Yeosang’s sweaty fringe. Yeosang almost leans into the touch, but succumbing to the comfort would just be an evil trick. “You’re burning up!” Mingi exclaims, “Bre-Breathe with me, hyung, we-we need you to calm d-down.”
This nightmare Mingi even stutters like the real one. And now there’s a hand on his chest, and a face close to his telling him to breathe in. And hold. And breathe out. Because he’s so close, and so warm, Yeosang does. Until he his breaths even out and he can no longer hear the sound of his own heartbeat drumming in his ears. All he hears now are comforting nothings whispered in Mingi’s deep, soothing voice. And he starts to believe Mingi is more than an evil figment of his imagination. His touch is genuine. His presence is comforting. His concern is written on his features.
Nightmares make him cry. The nightmares never cry themselves.
“You scared me,” Mingi confesses. He presses his forehead against Yeosang’s burning skin. “I’m sorry I wasn’t with you. What got you so upset?”
Yeosang sorts through his mind, trying to remember why he was so worked up in the first place. But he can’t focus on anything but the spots where Mingi’s skin is on him. It’s a welcome presence, a comfortable tingling reminding him that he’s not alone. Not in his room, and not in the world. He just makes a noncommittal sound, holding his arms out to initiate more contact.
Mingi notices Yeosang’s phone clenched tightly in his grip as he goes to hug the older. He tries to pry the phone away from Yeosang, “Silly hyung, you shouldn’t be using your phone when you’re sick.” he jokes, “You should have been resting.”
When Mingi pulls the phone away, the memory floods him again. He had tried to call Mingi. The number you have dialed is invalid. He remembers. Mingi doesn’t care about you. He reaches for the phone again, “You didn’t answer me.” He rasps, his mouth dry and voice hoarse from disuse.
“What was that?” Mingi hadn’t heard.
“I-I tried to call you.” Yeosang shows Mingi the phone screen, shows him the three attempted outbound calls, “I needed you.”
Mingi pulls out his own phone. He checks his call records. He has exactly zero missed calls from Yeosang. But when he looks back to Yeosang's phone, he immediately recognizes the issue. He pulls Yeosang into a tighter hug, "Oh, hyung." He sighs, "that is my old number. I had it changed while I was on leave."
Yeosang sniffles, suddenly feeling shy. And ashamed. His fault. He should have known better. Mingi would never shut him out. He's one of Mingi's top 5 favorite hyungs. "Oh." It's a small sentiment, but it clears up everything. If it comes up again, he'll blame it on the fever.
Mingi snatches the phone from Yeosang yet again, and this time the older relinquishes it without complaint. "Here hyung," Mingi taps at the screen, "I deleted my old number and added the new one. So it will go through the next time you call."
Yeosang nods, a lingering pout on his lips. He's grateful for Mingi's updated number. But he doesn't really want a reason to use it.
"Not that you'll be calling me anytime soon. Because I'm not going to leave your side until you're feeling better." The taller man climbs into the bed. Yeosang smiles, quickly wrapping himself around Mingi like he's a body pillow. "Seonghwa may try to kick me out, but he can fight me. I think I can take him." Mingi smiles, running fingers through the older's dark hair.
Yeosang just hums in reply, quickly falling asleep to the rapper's gentle scratching. "But don't tell him I said that." Mingi's laugh is music to his ears. "Hey, are you falling asleep?" And just like that, the soothing petting stops. Much to Yeosang's dissatisfaction. "No, you can't yet. I have to give you your medicine. And food. And you still have a fever. I haven't even taken care of you yet."
"Not hungry," Yeosang replies, muffled against Mingi's shoulder.
"Not negotiable. The others might actually kill me if I don't pamper you like the prince you are." Now it's Yeosang's turn to laugh. But it quickly digresses into coughing. And that reminds him, he's awfully thirsty.
"Water." The vocalist raspy once he's finished coughing, "Thirsty."
Mingi eyes the empty water bottle on the floor. He picks the bottle up with his left hand, and scoops Yeosang up into his right side. "Don't wanna move." Yeosang whines.
"You're not moving. I'm carrying you." Mingi rebuts.
"Still moving." He mumbles against Mingi's neck. Despite his protest, he quickly latches on, tired arms slung around Mingi's shoulders. "Where are you taking me?"
"The kitchen," Mingi replies like it's obvious. "You said you wanted water."
"I want you to bring me water."
"No. I just promised that I wouldn't leave your side. Not even for a second." Mingi's wide hand runs along his back.
Yeosang doesn’t have the energy to argue. So he succumbs and lets Mingi carry him to the kitchen. He gulps down the water while seated on Mingi's lap. He even eats a few pieces of fruit before he all but orders Mingi to take him back to bed. Mingi takes his temperature and records it on the log. He's still teetering at the 39 mark. Yeosang takes the meds he offered then resumes cuddling with the younger rapper. Mingi makes sure he sends a photo to the group chat.
He's nearly asleep, lulled by the rise and fall of Mingi's chest, when his eyes shoot open and he reaches for his phone.
"Sangie, what's wrong?" Mingi asks, but Yeosang doesn't reply. He keeps tapping at the screen. The room is silent for a few seconds until Mingi's ringtone echoes through the room. Mingi picks up his phone and shows Yeosang the Hehetmon drawing on the screen.
Yeosang ends the call, wide smile on his face as he sets the phone back and nuzzles himself into Mingi's chest again. "Just making sure."
Mingi smirks, presses a kiss to the crown of Yeosang's head. "Sweet dreams, hyung."
And they are.
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A/N: I've had this idea in my mind for a really long time. Mingi and Yeosang are my Ateez biases. I personally found the phone number incident really charming, especially the way they handled it. Also, no disrespect toward Mingi's hiatus. I have the most respect for him prioritizing himself and his health.
I feel like my writing has gone to shit. I'll keep working on it. Send me prompts to help me?
As always, thanks for reading to the end! I really appreciate each and every one of you who make it this far! Feedback is always appreciated. And please let me know if I missed any tags or TWs. Please call me out for any errors you notice!
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Sick Mingi Headcanons
Stress makes him physically sick. He either gets stomach aches, throws up or headaches
You're the one thing that calms him down immediately
If he feels anxious he holds your hand or burries his head in your chest/shoulder
Gets really bad migraine episodes and needs you by his side if he feels rhen starting
He's really vulnerable if he is sick and needs a lot of reassurance all the time
Loves to be cuddled and any kind of affection
His stomach is really loud if he feels sick
If he feels mentally unwell he needs to sleep by your side or he won't be able to sleep at all
Either gets extremely emotional if he has a fever or will start to party in the middle of the night until he passes out
Immediately cuddles up to you if he feels unwell
Loves to be babied
Will quietly tell you if he feels unwell
Scenario:
He had a panic attack right before a fan meeting and kept asking for you but you were at work. One of the boys called you and you Immediately left work. You calmed him down and helped him through the fan meeting. Afterwards you two went out to get ice cream
He got so nervous at tour first date that he accidentally threw up all over your lap
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I was thinking since I’ve never seen a Mingi sickfic and you’re my favorite writer, that if you had time, you could make an emeto Mingi sickfic!!! I feel like there’s not that many ATEEZ sickfic writers, so it’s awesome that you’re open to do them. maybe you could do an emeto Mingi one with Hongjoong and Seonghwa caretaker but mainly Hongjoong because I feel like Seonghwa would be a little squeemish. I was thinking one where they find him in the morning sick or something or you could base it off of mingi being drunk since san seonghwa and joong talked about alcohol tolerance on vlive before. be creative and have fun:)
sickie: Mingi
caretaker: Hongjoong+Seonghwa
content warnings: emeto, mentions of being drunk/drinking
Mingi p.o.v
I had told myself time after time that I wouldn't get drunk. The others were drinking, but I knew I'd regret it if I drank, and yet somehow I ended up the drunkest out of everyone. it was my first time ever being sick while in Ateez. And I already knew it wouldn't end well. I was always really good about not falling apart while drunk, but my hangovers were absolutely horrible. I'd get migraines that would completely knock me out. Making me nauseous beyond belief. So I wasn't surprised when I woke up the morning after our new years vlive feeling like absolute shit.
My head was pounding, it felt like someone was drilling spikes into my temples. On top of the pain in my head I felt sea sick, it felt like I was on a boat, swaying back and forth. the combination of the vertigo and the headache was doing nothing to aid in the growing nausea. I felt the bile rise in my throat, the acidic taste burning my throat. I tried to swallow, but my whole body seemed to reject it. I gagged, I tried not to panic, not wanting to throw up on my floor, I stood up to go towards the bathroom, but the dizziness worked against me as I lost my balance and fell down, landing with a painful thud on my floor, the jostling caused a shock wave of pain to be shot through my body and radiate through my head. Just enough to push my stomach over the edge. I gagged trying to cover my mouth, but the bile rose in my mouth and a second later my stomach flipped around and I removed my hand, expelling the contents of my dinner and a good amount of alcohol over my lap and floor. I muffled a painful sob into the sleeve of my sweatshirt, which was now covered in vomit.
Seonghwa p.o.v
I was startled awake to a thud. I looked around the room, blinking as my eyes adjusted to the darkness, a few seconds later I was able to register my surroundings and came to the conclusion that the sound was just a dream, I lay back down, fully planning to go back to sleep. But I heard something that changed my mind. It sounded like crying. I quickly got out of bed, worried. I followed the sound to Mingi's room. I knocked on the door and didn't receive an answer, which caused my concern to only grow. I gently pushed the door open, instantly being hit with a sour scent. I flicked the lights on, and was forced to fully wake up as I saw Mingi sitting on his floor, crying and covered in vomit. I didn't want to leave him, but I also knew it wouldn't be helpful I also got sick. I swallowed thickly, praying for my stomach to stay strong. I moved into the room and sat next to him, "Hey Min"
"hurts" he whimpered softly. "what hurts?"
"head, dizzy, stomach, too bright" He words were soft and mumbled, a barely coherent string. "your head hurts?" he nodded, but whimpered and pressed his head against my chest, "the lights" he said softly, "do you have a migraine?" he didn't answer, just whimpered softly. I took that as a yes, I stood up and turned off the lights, just as I did I heard him gag, and I turned around to see him expelling his stomach contents onto the carpet. I quickly moved to put the trash can under his chin, not that it was really doing that much. I felt my own stomach protest, but I couldn't leave him alone, he looked miserable, I moved behind him and began gently rubbing his back. "It's okay sweetie" I spoke softly, considering his headache. He continued to throw up, tear streaming down his face. He felt clammy, and a bit feverish, I assumed his body wasn't happy with everything he was feeling.
Once he finished I took the trash can from under his chin, "let's get you rinsed off"
"okay" his voice was small, "can you take your sweatshirt off for me?" he did so, moving slowly. I took it from him once it was fully off. I left the hoodie on the floor next to the mess of sick on the floor. I walked with him to the bathroom. He moved slowly and he was unsteady on his feet, swaying every few steps. Eventually we got into the bathroom, I instructed him to get undressed, I ran a bathtub of cool water, not trusting him to stand long enough for a shower, "promise me you won't fall asleep"
"I won't" he said, slowly getting into the bathtub. "Can I leave you alone in here for a few minutes" he nodded, barely moving his head. His eyes were closed, "don't fall asleep"
"Hurts too much to sleep" he said softly. His voice was so small, despite being one of the tallest members. I felt so bad for him. I left the bathroom and made a beeline for Hongjoong and I's room. I quickly shook the leader awake, "what's wrong hwa?"
"Mingi's sick"
"like how sick?" he asked, already getting out of bed, "migraine, he threw up a few times. He also has a fever"
"He threw up?" I nodded. "are you okay?" the leader asked, he knew how sensitive my stomach is, "yeah, I'm okay, I just didn't know how much longer I would be if I did this alone." Hongjoong nodded in understanding. "Did he get sick in the bathroom or his room?"
"Room, it's all over the floor" Hongjoong nodded, "where is he now?"
"he's taking a bath, I wanted to try and lower his fever" Hongjoong nodded, "can you go find pain medicine, water, and crackers... actually see if we have Gatorade, he needs the electrolytes" I nodded, "I'll go clean up his room. Have him move to the couch when he's done" I nodded, "sorry Joong" He smiled at me, "it's okay Hwa. not the first time, won't be the last time" He went towards Mingi's room and I went to the kitchen, finding gatorade and crackers. I set them on the coffee table in the kitchen, I went up to the bathroom where Mingi was still laying in the bathtub. his eyes closed, but he didn’t look peaceful, his face was contorted in pain and his skin resembled dough. “Mingi?” I said softly, he opened his eyes and looked at me, “do you want to stay in the bath or are you ready to get out?”
“m ready, get out” He spoke, his voice was strained and sounded weak. “I’ll get you clothes” he made a soft sound of agreement, I left leaving the door open slightly, just in case. I went to his room, Hongjoong wasn’t in there, I guessed he went back to bed. I took clothes from Mingi’s closet and made my way back to the bathroom, as I got closer I heard, very clearly, the sound of someone getting sick. I stood for a few seconds, trying to center myself, not wanting to get sick, but also wanting to be there for Mingi. I stepped into the bathroom.
Hongjoong p.o.v
I was coming back from the laundry room when I heard retching from the bathroom, I hurried and saw Mingi sitting on the floor of the bathroom he was leaning over the toilet gagging, a towel wrapped around his shoulders, silent tears streaming down his face. I came in and sat behind him, gently putting my hand on his back. I felt each gag rip through his body and cause his entire body to shudder. “hurts” he said softly, I gently rubbed his back, “I know, it’ll be over soon” I felt a sob tear through his body. He coughed up a wave of bile. “I don’t think you have anything else to throw up bud”
“hurts” he said again. “I know” a few seconds later the door opened and Seonghwa was standing there, I saw he had clothes in his hands. “sorry, I went to get him clothes”
“It’s okay” I said softly. The two of us slowly and carefully moved Mingi, helping him get dressed. Once he was dressed he helped him stand, he was still unsteady on his feet, but it seemed bringing his fever down helped to recenter him a bit. We moved slowly to the living room, where we settled him on the couch. Seonghwa got the designated “sick bucket” while I was in charge of forcing Mingi to eat the smallest bit of food, and drink the gatorade. “I know you don’t want to, but trust me it’ll help, because then you can take pain killers to get rid of your headache, then you can sleep.” He protested, “please Min” he whined softly. I handed him the open bottle of gatorade, his stared at it in disgust. I had forgotten how much of a baby he could be when he was sick. “please just a little bit buddy” he whimpered, but he lifted the bottle to his lips and took a small drink. He grimaced, but he took a few crackers and ate them slowly. During that time Seonghwa returned and sat down next to me.
The two of us quietly urged Mingi on, until he finally ate and drank enough to take the medicine. He gagged after swallowing it. “Just try and keep it down” I said gently rubbing his back. He hummed, too scared to open his mouth. He lay down. “try and sleep” Seonghwa said, “mmkay” he said softly. Both Seonghwa and I breathed a sigh of relief when he finally dozed off. The two of us slept on the floor of the living room, just in case Mingi woke up sick.
Mingi p.o.v
I woke up, I wasn’t sure how much later it was, but I heard voices and noticed that there was a light on in the kitchen, I also noticed both Seonghwa and Hongjoong were asleep on the floor of the kitchen. I quietly stood up and stepped over them and went to the kitchen. My head still hurt and my stomach was definitely sensitive, but I felt much better. In the kitchen I was met by San, Wooyoung and Yunho. “good morning Min” Yunho said smiling at me. I smiled back and sat at the kitchen table. “you feeling better?” San asked, I nodded, “what was wrong?” Yunho asked sitting next to me, “hangover”
“you were throwing up a lot for a hangover” Wooyoung said, “how’d you know I was throwing up?”
“you’re not exactly quiet” San explained laughing a bit, I blushed, “sorry”
“it’s fine” they said at the same time. “but seriously, how come you were so sick if you were just hungover?”
“I have like zero alcohol tolerance, so I’m not exactly bad when I’m actually drunk, but my hangovers are really bad.”
“yikes, are you feeling better?”
“yeah, my head and stomach are still a bit sore, but besides that I’m feeling a lot better”
“that’s good” I heard from behind me, I turned around and saw a sleepy looking Seonghwa behind me. “good morning hyung” San and Wooyoung said. He waved at them as he rubbed his eyes and sat down at the table next to me. I suddenly felt guilty, It was no secret to the members that Seonghwa had the most sensitive stomach out of all the members and really hated to be around people who were sick. “I’m sorry about last night hyung” he shrugged, “it’s okay, I’m just glad Hongjoong was there to help” he admitted, “where is Hongjoong?”
“he went to his room and went back to bed” Seonghwa explained, “also, we have the day off for ‘recovery’” We all were excited to hear that, “Jongho and Yeosang are both at the studio practicing, do you want to text them so they know they can come back and we don’t have dance practice” San explained as he “helped” Yunho cook. Seonghwa nodded and pulled his phone out. “hey Mingi?” I looked over at him. “do me a favor and don’t ever drink again” the others laughed, “of trust me hyung, I don’t ever want to go through that again”
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10 writing tips
for new and old writers from somebody who has been writing since she could hold a pen and needs these reminders herself sometimes
(they will have sickfic and K-Pop examples but generally can work for anybody)
Some days will suck! You may have writer’s block or you may not be able to concentrate or for some other reason things don’t work out. Happens to the best of us. Honestly. And it’s okay. One sentence is more than no sentence. And no sentences are okay too. There is no pressure to perform here, the community is happy to wait for you!
2. Stuck with a scene? Go take a walk. Do sports. Sing karaoke to your favorite songs. Dance. Whatever takes your mind of the matter. Inspiration strikes at odd times and maybe you will find yourself back writing in no time. Still stuck? Do you know where you want to end up with the story? Write a flow chart of possible events and then SKIP the beginning/middle/whatever part you are struggling with. You can puzzle it back together later and when you have the ending the scene you hate can be turned into a nice transition to where you actually want to go.
3. Music! Believe me, the music you listen to will influence your mood and the story you write. Personally, I’ll end up with a totally different writing style depending on the kind of music I listen to. That’s why my The Rose fics end up more heavy and dark than other fics. She’s in the Rain and See-Saw have a totally different vibe than ARRIBA or, I don’t know, God of Light Music. It will reflect in the story.
4. Details! Add details. All of them. Tiny things that your character does or thinks about. What they see and hear. Tell us! Don’t be afraid to overindulge us. Paint the scene. Is there a couch? Is it red? Are the blankets comfy or scratchy? There is a totally different feeling to the story depending on what you add.
Example:
Jongho hated the long drive, stuck between Yunho and Mingi.
OR:
Jongho was stuck in the backseat of the car, much to his annoyance. Yunho and Mingi, tall as they were, both had their freakishly long legs in his footwell which left less space for him. He didn’t blame them but it didn’t help his mood in the slightest. And while he was slowly getting used to regularly indulging in human touch, he didn’t enjoy how their warm upper bodies intruded on him, especially since they all were sweaty from dance practice. And, holy hell, he loved them but they were loud. The maknae just wanted some peace and quiet, listen to some music and get ready to sleep once home. But he had another twenty minutes left where he had to deal with their fake arguing crashing over his head and trying not to elbow them into the side.
5. Unnecessary details! Also add them! You don’t always have to stay strictly to the red line or go from A to Z. Explore T and E as well (sorry, that joke had to be included). They can talk about other stuff than what the story is about. Add jokes, add other dialogue, add things that might not make the story linear.
If you take my Wooyoung sickfic e.g., the first part is just bickering between MATZ and has nothing to do with the story. But it’s still nice to have and I enjoyed writing it.
6. Consider the theme of the story. A story of a hungover character can’t be written in the same light-hearted style as a mental health issue story. Take the characters into the setting. In my Hajoon centric series I mostly write very detailed and explain a lot but also there is so much emotion. That wouldn't work for a chase scene or a stupid injury story. These can be and should be fast paced! So think of the emotions you want the reader to feel!
7. Characters! Your story will be different depending on the character you write about. Who are they?
Are they serious? Write more seriously!
Are they funny and happy-go-lucky? Then the story should be more lighthearted.
This also goes for the next point, but different characters note different things.
Are they tall? They will see more than short characters and you can reflect that in writing. But also do they have habits you can include? Disabilities? Fears?
Minho won’t be the one consoling Felix on top of a tower because he will be scared of the heights.
Wonwoo might not be the person to see everything because of his bad vision and Seungcheol might not be able to sprint 200 meters to help somebody with his knee injury.
Yunho might not be able to see the expression on San’s face when San looks down, but Hongjoong might, since he still looks up to San height-wise.
Hajoon likely won’t be the one to talk to strangers to ask for something, so have Dojoon do the talking.
8. Whose perspective are you writing from? Look at the point above but also consider what they actually can know.
Woosung won’t be able to tell that Jaehyeong’s pain is getting worse if he isn’t showing obvious signs.
Here goes the details advice again: Use them to your advantage.
Yunho can’t know that Seonghwa is feeling dizzy … unless he starts to sway on his feet, holds onto something or says anything about it. So write about that.
Or if we look at a character getting sick:
If Seungmin is throwing up he can tell the reader that the taste in his mouth is bad and that his throat burns. Hyunjin might see the color or the tears on his face or hear the sounds while Seungmin is oblivious.
9. Everything seems repetitive and the same? Your words don’t flow?
Honestly, a thesaurus is your best friend. Have one on hand when writing, just google it. Or even better, if possible for you, use a voice activated one: Alexa, give me a synonym for “x”! I get help without even having to turn away from the document.
If you’re not sure if the synonym still fits into the sentence, put the whole sentence into google translate and translate it to your native language or from English to something else and back to english. If a whole new word comes out or the sentence doesn’t make sense it probably doesn’t work. Or, honestly, ask: There are so many people on here who will help you without a second thought. We all root for you!
Speaking of non-natives (hello 👋🏽): A dictionary on standby also helps. It gives different words and sometimes you just won’t remember or don’t know a word in your goal language. Happens. Again, Alexa works most of the time and gives you different options!
10. Lastly and most important: Hate what you wrote? Stop! You’re doing great. Maybe it won’t fit the story this time but maybe a different story of a different part? Don’t delete it. Move it to the bottom of the document or maybe a whole new document. But don’t delete your precious words.
Ignore the tiny voice in your head that tells you that everything you do sucks and it doesn’t matter what you write. People won’t die if a story is less than 100%. Don’t compare yourself to others! Even if we were given exactly the same detailed prompt we will end up with two totally different stories. And my normal is not your normal. Somebody's writing style may be different than yours but that doesn’t mean yours is bad. Take it one day at a time and remember to love yourself and do what makes you happy!
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Untitled Ateez fic
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/MqyNQau
by MinMinJo
Group stomach flu fic
Words: 1227, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 189 of Kpop Sick and hurt/comfort fics
Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Park Seonghwa, Kim Hongjoong, Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ), Kang Yeosang, Choi San (ATEEZ), Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Choi Jongho (ATEEZ)
Additional Tags: Sickfic, emeto
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/MqyNQau
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oh yes, I love that hongjoong idea! there's just something so good about the strong ones who are supposed to lead having to lean on others for help, especially when it all comes from exhaustion. How do you think each Ateez member would be in that kind of situation?
Also, it's kind of funny how few San sickfics I've come across. For how popular he is among Atiny I figured there'd be more but I think I've only found one or two where he's the sick one. I can't find many for Changbin either, although that one makes sense because he's not biased as much
and i figured to make fluid conversation easier I'd sign off?
-- <3
Yes, I think so too!
Hmm I guess they would have similar reactions to any member so just have this:
Seonghwa:
He would be worried but doesn’t show it and does everything he can do help him. Definitely knows how to lay someone down if they’re about to faint. He would probably seem really calm but he isn’t.
Yunho:
I think he couldn’t handle it rather well. Of course he’s worried about Hongjoong but he would be the most rational out of all of them. As soon as Hongjoong feels better he would be the first one to tell him off about his reckless behaviour though
Yeosang:
He’s one of the quiet caretaker who does really well with calming the members or keep them grounded if they feel dizzy. Definitely knows how to take care of a feverish or dizzy person. Doesn’t do good with vomit though. Is a bit emeto phobic after a certain event (yes I have smth in mind 👀)
Mingi:
This soft bean would be absolutely overwhelmed if Hongjoong would faint but he does good with anything else. Definitely is good at taking care of an exhausted Hongjoong, he would just cheer him up and maybe make him watch some movies.
San:
He would be extremely worried and overwhelmed with the situation and would tear a bit up. If they would be alone he would try his best to be there for him but he’s more of the person to cuddle Hongjoong to sleep and all of that.
Wooyoung:
He would be scared if Hongjoong would faint. Definitely would start crying. However he’s the best if it comes to take care of any stomach problems. He knows what to do against nausea, is the one to take stomach medicine everywhere he goes. Is even okay with cleaning up vomit. He gives the best belly rubs!
Jongho:
Would be absolutely terrified but doesn’t show it at all. You would think he’s a pro at taking care of a sick person. Not matter what’s the situation he would keep calm and is the best to comfort the person. He would even cuddle someone to sleep if that helps. Secretly cries as soon as no one is there because he’s so worried about the sickie, especially if it Hongjoong
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True! I think I also only came across of a few San fics. I also thought there would be more. I wonder why there aren’t..
Honestly I’m sad about the lack of Changbin appreciation but the same goes to Jeongin.
And ocf!
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Sick Day // ATEEZ Little Space
Published: 10/28/2021
Words: 2885
Relationship: Jeong Yunho/ATEEZ
Characters: Park Seonghwa, Kim Hongjoong, Jeong Yunho, Kang Yeosang, Choi San, Song Mingi, Jung Wooyoung, Choi Jongho
Tags: de-aging/age regression, little space, baby space, fluff, angst, sickfic, poly!ATEEZ
Little/Baby: Yunho
Caregivers: ATEEZ
Plot: Yunho becomes sick, which prompts his caregivers/boyfriends to take care of him.
Names Used
Mama (SH)
Dada (HJ)
Baba (YS)
Appa (SN)
Minnie appa (MG)
Mommy (WY)
Eomma (JH)
Requested: No
~ ~ ~ ~ || ATEEZ || ~ ~ ~ ~
“Yunho, are you alright? You look pale,” Hongjoong voiced his concerns to the tall blonde male.
The 8 members of ATEEZ had just finished rehearsing “Wonderland,” and were now taking a break. During rehearsal, the leader could tell that Yunho looked different than usual, and it wasn’t a good thing.
Yunho’s skin was an ashy pale color, his pink lips were chapped and dry, and it appeared that the third eldest was sweating even more than his boyfriends were. Sure, the song’s choreography required a lot of energy, but no one should be sweating that much in a t-shirt and gym shorts.
Yunho was the group’s little, and he’d been feeling off since he’d woken up this morning. His head pounded and felt like it would explode at any moment, his body horrendously ached, Yunho felt warmer than usual, and to top it all off... he had this feeling of nausea building up in his stomach.
Of course, he didn’t tell his boyfriends this; he didn’t want to let them or Atiny down because he suddenly didn’t feel good. The puppy-like boy needed to push through today and remain big. His team was counting on him -- a silly headache and a bit of an upset stomach couldn’t stop Yunho.
“I’m okay, hyung. I just didn’t get enough sleep last night,” Yunho lied.
No matter how badly he wanted to slip and have his caregivers look after him, Yunho was going to stay big. The others needed big Yunho right now.
Hongjoong didn’t exactly believe his younger boyfriend, but he knew Yunho would get defensive if he was cornered. So he let it go for the time being.
After drinking some water and snacking on energy bars -- Yunho was mostly drinking water -- the boys went back to practicing.
Yunho was trying so hard to push down the nausea in his stomach so he could focus on his dancing, but it was becoming more and more difficult to ignore his churning stomach with each passing minute.
Mingi watched silently, making sure to check on Yunho every now and then. He knew something was wrong -- everyone knew -- but like Hongjoong, Mingi knew not to corner or push Yunho into telling them. It wouldn’t get them anywhere.
Mere seconds after their next run through of “Wonderland,” Yunho couldn’t hold it back anymore. The nausea that had been building in his stomach all day was now rising up, and he felt his mouth water.
Quickly excusing himself, Yunho ran to the restroom, not knowing that Mingi decided to follow after him.
The sound of the door banging against the wall sounded throughout the quiet and empty restroom as the dancer made his way to the toilet in one of the empty stalls.
Walking in, Mingi was met with the sounds of gagging and splashing. Quickly making his way to the stall Yunho was in, he knelt behind the older boy and gently ran his hand up and down the blonde’s back.
Once Yunho was done emptying the contents of his stomach, he leaned back into the firm but soft chest behind him with a deep sigh escaping his lips. Mingi wiped his mouth off, flushing down any evidence of his boyfriend being sick down the toilet.
“Yunho, why didn’t you tell us you were sick, baby?”
“Didn’t want to be a bother,” Yunho mumbled tiredly. “Couldn’t let you or Atiny down.”
Mingi hummed, running a hand through the little’s sweaty hair, feeling how warm Yunho was. “But your health comes first, baby. We wouldn’t have been upset, and you would never be a burden. Come, let’s get you back to the practice room; I’ll take you home so we can get you all cleaned up.”
Mingi helped Yunho up, with a bit of protesting coming from the older male as the pair made their way back to the practice room.
“What happened?” Hongjoong asked as soon as the pair walked back inside the practice room.
Yunho’s cheeks and ears were now a bright shade of pink, which stood out against his still pale skin.
“Yunho just got a little sick, hyung. I think he has a fever, too; he feels really warm,” Mingi reported to their leader.
There was now something else bubbling up inside of Yunho, and it wasn’t another wave of nausea -- it was his little space. Little Yunnie was desperate to come out, wanting his caregivers to take him home and give him lots of love and care. But at the current moment, he was fighting to stay big... and Yunho was helplessly losing his internal struggle against the overwhelming urge to slip.
“Darling, why didn’t you tell us?” Seonghwa questioned gently, putting the little’s attention on his eldest lover. “You know we wouldn’t have gotten upset or mad, baby boy.”
That one nickname sent Yunho over the edge.
As the dancer looked to his eldest boyfriend, his pupils began to dilate. This was a tell tale sign that he was slipping.
Within seconds, Yunho was engulfed by his headspace and felt his knees give out from underneath him. He fell to his knees on the hardwood floor of the practice room, scaring and worrying his caregivers/boyfriends. His brown eyes filled with tears, as the pounding sensation in his head and the soreness of his aching body had not gone away just yet.
“Yunho!!” Hongjoong exclaimed, running over to Yunho and Mingi, who were now on the floor.
The younger rapper had not expected the sudden drop, and went down to the floor with Yunho.
Yunho had tears in his eyes, making grabby hands for Hongjoong. “D-Dada,” he cried as the leader checked him over for injuries.
Cooing, Hongjoong pulled the taller to his chest and rubbed his back gently. “Dada’s here, baby boy. Dada’s right here.”
Sniffling, the little buried his face into his caregiver’s neck and pouted. “Feew icky.”
The others looked at each other in worry as Seonghwa knelt down next to Yunho and Hongjoong.
“I know, sweetness. Mama knows you don’t feel good. Why don’t we go home, hmm? Mama will make you some of your favorite soup to eat, and give you some medicine to help you feel better. Would you like that, my sweet?” The eldest hummed.
Yunho continued pouting but nodded, making grabby hands for his Minnie appa, who didn’t hesitate to cradle the mentally younger boy close to him. Once he was secure in Mingi’s arms, and the others gathered their belongings, Yunho reached to hold onto his Baba’s hand as they made their way out to the van.
Yeosang just smiled softly but sadly at their baby while gently running his thumb over Yunho’s knuckles. “Baba’s right here, prince.”
They all hated to see Yunho sick, especially now that he’d slipped into his headspace. The poor thing looked so pitiful already, and he looked even more pitiful now that he was sick and little.
Everyone piled into the van, making sure that Yunho was comfortable where he was seated... which was right between his mommy (Wooyoung) and eomma (Jongho). The little one had curled himself into Wooyoung’s side, meanwhile Jongho busied himself by rubbing Yunho’s back to keep him calm in case he threw up again.
The ride home was mostly silent. The only sounds made were Yunho’s sniffles and the comforting voices of Wooyoung and Jongho as they tried to console their baby.
It hurt everyone’s hearts to know that their precious little one wasn’t feeling well at all.
~ ATEEZ Dorm ~
“A-Appa, hea’ huwts,” Yunho whined pitifully, tugging on his hair due to the massive pain of his headache. Grabbing at his hair didn’t do him any good, seeing as he pulled his hair hard enough to make it hurt, which made him even more upset.
San -- who had volunteered to carry Yunho inside the dorm -- pressed a kiss to the dancer’s head. “I know, treasure. Appa knows it hurts. Don’t pull on your hair, okay, pup? We don’t want your head to hurt more.”
Yunho’s body shook with cries as he felt aches and pains in every part of his body. Both big and little Yunho hated being sick or injured, so he was often sad and clingy if he slipped into headspace while he was injured or feeling ill.
The group finally entered the dorm once Hongjoong unlocked the door with his key. San reluctantly handed Yunho over to Yeosang once they were inside the dorm. Yeosang’s arms were filled with the sick boy, who immediately cuddled into his Baba’s touch.
“B-Ba… b-b-ba.” Yunho whined into the crook of Yeosang’s neck.
Yunho had slipped so far into his headspace that he couldn’t form words. It was rare – but not uncommon – for Yunho to slip into baby space, and it looked like today was one of those days for the blonde male.
Yeosang rubbed the baby’s back, trying to comfort him and keep him calm to the best of his ability. “I know, pumpkin. Baba knows you don’t feel good. Don’t try to talk if you can’t, baby cakes. Let’s get you upstairs, hmm? You need a nice, warm bath and some comfier clothes,” he said even though he knew Yunho didn’t really understand his words.
While Hongjoong stayed with Seonghwa in the kitchen to help him cook, Yeosang carried Yunho upstairs to one of the bathrooms. Wooyoung followed behind them to find the little some comfy pajamas.
“Here we are, sugarplum.” Yeosang cooed as he and Yunho entered the bathroom. A chuckle left the male’s lips when the little began to suck on Yeosang’s shirt. “Oh no, baby, we don’t suck on my shirt – it’s icky.”
Yeosang sat next to the bathtub, Yunho still cradled to his chest. The mentally older boy searched in his bag with his free hand, finding the pastel blue dummy he’d cleaned this morning. The comfort item had sat in Yeosang’s bag since the last time Yunho had slipped.
“Here you go, puppy – Baba’s got your dummy for you.”
When Yeosang laid Yunho on the carpet next to the bathtub, he slipped the dummy into Yunho’s mouth. The little just looked up at him with bleary eyes as his caregiver turned to leave the bathroom. The baby began whining and fussing, his cheeks turning a brighter shade of pink while tears stained them.
Yeosang nearly got whiplash from how quickly he turned around. “Shh, baby boy. Baba’s not going anywhere. I’m right here, precious. I’m right here,” he coaxed soothingly into Yunho’s ear.
Wooyoung appeared in the doorway, having heard Yunho begin to fuss. “Sangie, I’ll get him cleaned and changed. Will you please go and get his blanket and his puppy stuffy from his room?” The second youngest asked in his lover’s ear.
Yeosang nodded, gently placing Yunho in Wooyoung’s arms. “Mommy’s going to get you in your bath, sweetness. Baba’s going to go get some things for you.” He told the little and pressed a kiss to Yunho’s flushed cheek before leaving the bathroom.
Yunho looked at Wooyoung with his big, brown eyes. He gave a little whine as the lilac-haired male laid him on the rug that sat atop the bathroom floor.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. Mommy’s just running your bath,” Wooyoung cooed as he began running the warm water into the bathtub, pouring in the little’s favorite bubble bath mix. It held a vanilla scent that wasn’t too strong, and would hopefully make Yunho feel somewhat better.
When there were enough bubbles and enough water, Wooyoung shut the faucet off.
Without any resistance, Yunho allowed the mentally older boy to undress him and set him in the bathtub. The little just sucked on his dummy in content while his boyfriend/caregiver gave him a bath. The only time the baby made any noise was when Wooyoung removed Yunho’s dummy from his mouth in order to wash the mentally younger’s face.
When his bath was done, Yunho’s dummy was placed back in his mouth. After Wooyoung dried him off with a fluffy towel, the little was changed into a nappy and his favorite puppy pajamas. Clutching his puppy stuffy and yellow blanket close, Yunho was carried downstairs by Wooyoung, where the pair met Hongjoong and Seonghwa in the kitchen. The eldest couple were waiting with a bowl of soup for the sick little.
Hongjoong took Yunho from Wooyoung, brushing some of the baby’s blonde hair out of his face. “Did mommy give you a bath, my angel?” He cooed sweetly and softly.
Yunho nodded against Hongjoong’s shoulder, finding comfort in his dada’s embrace.
Seonghwa gently caressed the little’s cheek with his thumb. “Do you think you can eat a little bit of soup, baby boy? Mama and Dada made it just for you, sweet prince.”
Yunho nodded, but whined when Hongjoong tried to put him in his high chair. The leader’s face contorted into one of confusion before he realized what the baby wanted.
“You want dada to hold you while mama feeds you, don’t you, my sweet?”
The blonde sniffled and nodded, feeling Hongjoong’s lips press themselves against his temple.
“It’s okay, puppy. Dada’s got you. Let’s go sit down.” Hongjoong cooed, sitting down at the table with Yunho in his lap.
Seonghwa sat down next to the pair, gently reaching over and removing the dummy from Yunho’s mouth, which caused the little to whine. The eldest boy smiled softly when placed a small spoonful of soup in front of the baby’s lips.
“Here you go, baby boy.”
Yunho obediently opened up, allowing his mama to slip the spoon into his mouth. He swallowed the spoonful of soup, its warmth settling in the baby’s stomach.
Downing at least a third of the bowl, Yunho felt full. Seonghwa recognized this and smiled, pressing a tender kiss to the mentally younger boy’s cheek. “Mama’s so proud of you, darling. You did so good. Here’s your dummy, my love.”
Yunho immediately took the dummy between his lips when Seonghwa placed it there, leaning into Hongjoong. The leader gently rubbed his back and kissed the baby’s head. “Dada’s sweet boy. Yes you are,” he cooed softly.
The ’98 liners had originally planned to give Yunho a bottle filled with milk, honey, and powdered fever reducers, but decided against it in case the little got sick again. They’d wait for the soup to settle in Yunho’s stomach before attempting to give him medicine.
After a while, Yunho’s eyes felt heavy and a yawn escaped his lips. It was nap time, and he definitely needed one. He began to squirm in Hongjoong’s lap, and the older boy took notice of it.
“Okay, baby. Dada knows it’s nap time. Let’s go get Eomma, yeah?”
Here’s the thing about Yunho and nap time: he would only nap with Jongho, Seonghwa, or Yeosang. It wasn’t anything against his other lovers/caregivers, but he just enjoyed napping with those three the most.
At the mention of Jongho, the little nodded fervently. “‘Omm… ‘omma!” He blurted with all his might, despite his scratchy and sore throat.
Hongjoong smiled as he carried Yunho into the living room, seeing ATEEZ’s maknae seated next to Mingi on the couch. “Jongho? Someone’s ready for nap time, love.”
Jongho looked up, a gentle smile forming on his face once Yunho began making grabby hands for him. He didn’t hesitate to take the baby into his arms, kissing his head. “Hi, baby. Are you ready for nap time with Eomma?”
“Hmm,” Yunho hummed around his dummy. The little looked so exhausted. Given what he’s gone through in the last few hours, no one could blame him for being so worn out.
“Okay, baby boy. Say night night to everyone.” Jongho cooed and waved to the others with his free hand.
Yunho – too little to understand – saw Jongho’s wave and copied it with his own. The others cooed and bid both males ‘night night,’ watching the maknae disappear as he turned the corner with Yunho in tow.
Carefully making it up to Yunho’s bedroom, Jongho immediately laid the boy down on the bed. The mentally older male laid down next to the baby, pulling the covers over the both of them. Jongho had an arm around Yunho’s waist, and the little had his head on the other boy’s chest, cuddling his puppy stuffy and blanket close.
“Goodnight, sweetheart. Eomma loves you and hopes you feel better soon,” Jongho mumbled and pressed multiple kisses to his boyfriend’s hair.
Yunho never registered Jongho’s words, as he had fallen asleep as soon as the two got comfortable in the bed.
Everything seemed to feel better now that little Yunnie had his caregivers, who would go to the ends of the earth for their precious little baby.
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#ateez#ateez little space#kim hongjoong#park seonghwa#jeong yunho#kang yeosang#choi san#song mingi#jung wooyoung#choi jongho#poly ateez#ateez sickfic#ateez fluff
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Ateez sickfic headcanons part 2
San
* Probably overeats ngl
* Don’t think he would do it often, but def when the managers or someone else pays for the food lol (saaaame bruh)
* Then he ends up a pouty, bloated mess
* He always tries to like crawl in members’ laps and be like “tummy rubs now pls sir”
* Surprisingly doesn’t get stomachaches even when he eats too much
* He also burps a lot when he overeats
* Like a lot a lot
* Mingi and Jongho probably think it’s the funniest shit ever, but I bet Wooyoung and probs Hongjoong are like “ew stfu degenerate”
* Also the type to burp so much that he ends up puking lmao
* Like one sec he’ll be goofing off and then all of a sudden he’s like “oh shit” and books it to the toilet
* Retches soooo loud but everything is pretty average
* Vomiting doesn’t faze him at all he just pukes and then he’s like “Hyung come rub my tummy” lol
* Def one of those
* As much as he loves being on the receiving end of belly rubs he’s also a fan of giving them
* Loves belly rubs whenever tbh even when he feels perfectly fine
* Also one of those haha
* Bends over like Seonghwa I bet
Mingi
* Oooooh boy
* This is where the Maknae whump starts guys
* Like Yunho he’ll eat a lot of foods, but like Seonghwa he’s pretty careful
* He hates puking more than anything like holy shit
* Not emetophobic, just hates how it makes him feel
* Whenever he gets some kind of stomach sickness he curls up in bed w/ Yunho and waits for the worst part to come
* Basically when he vomits he feels like he can’t breathe and it’s the worst feeling ever; the experience leaves him sweating and shaking and so Not Ready for the next round
* He’s the type to have to puke a lot, just one or twice doesn’t do it for him
* He absolutely Needs someone else there w/ him like he doesn’t care who someone just needs to be rubbing his back or holding his hand at all times
* Pukes LOUD if only bc he tries so hard to hold it back
* Def someone who has like sickly, queasy belches when he’s nauseous
* Same w his belly, it makes some p freaky sounds when he isn’t feeling good
* His tummy is v tender when he’s stomach sick, so he’s not a fan of it being touched
* Def kneels in front of the toilet w one hand on the side and the other clutching someone else’s for dear life
Wooyoung
* V sensitive stomach I bet
* Like eating too much of something (spicy food, sweet food, salty food, etc.) will make his belly so bubbly and loud and he hates it lol
* Probs also the type to give these sick, queasy belches when he’s super hungry
* Def emetophobic; like when he’s rly hungry and he starts to feel nauseous he’ll freak out
* V cuddly even when he feels fine, so tummy rubs are a definite yes for him lol
* Also playing w/ his hair and scratching his back
* He is all about those back scratches
* Pukes loud bc he probably holds it back for as long as possible
* Also craves comfort when he’s being ill bc it terrifies him so much
* The second he starts to not feel good/his tummy starts making bad noises, he’ll curl up in someone’s bed or lap and be Miserable and Terrified
* Highkey can imagine someone else (San or Hongjoong or smth) having to literally drag his sick ass to the toilet in time for him to throw up
* U know he’s gonna blow when he starts hiccuping lol
* Def squats like Hongjoong does
* Also def cries when he vomits
Jongho
* Despite his tough, scary exterior this boi is such a softie when he doesn’t feel good
* “Hyung, my tummy feels weird.”
* U can imagine that all seven of his hyungs are scrambling to figure out which one he wants lmao
* Since he works out a lot, I feel like he’s the type to overexert himself and end up feeling rly weak or nauseous or smth
* *i dont work out so idk if this is accurate or not lol
* Also the type to like put his head on other members’ shoulders when he doesn’t feel great and give them that opening to play w his hair or smth
* All his hyungs will be stepping on each other to coddle him first lol
* He doesn’t mind vomiting personally, but he knows it bothers some of the other members so he kind of just... tries not to
* U know he’s gonna hurl tho when he starts doing these little burps uncontrollably
* Average puker ig, although I see him burping more than anyone else
* Afterwards he feels weak and tired and he just wants to cuddle w his hyungs :(
* Def squats when he pukes, but he doesn’t touch his belly
* He Hates having his belly touched
* He likes having his hair played w tho ^^
#my sickfic#headcanon#ateez#ateez san#ateez mingi#ateez wooyoung#ateez jongho#emeto tw#vomit tw#hehe
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ateez masterlist includes all members! taglist form can be found here!
multiple members
ateez as encouraging words: no cw, just encouraging advice/words
still trying (ot8 x gender neutral!reader): trigger warning for disordered behaviours, trigger warning for repetition, implied eating disorder, angst (please do not read if these topics trigger you)
safe & sound (ot8 x gender neutral!reader): angst, hurt/comfort, fluff at the very end, reader has a mental breakdown, mentions of medication, hospitals and knives, can be read as platonic or romantic
ateez + s/o s*lf-h*rming (gender neutral!reader): [includes seonghwa, yeosang, san and wooyoung] reactions, angst, hurt/comfort, discussions of blood, injury and self harm - please do not read if such topics will trigger you
apologies (park seonghwa, choi san x gender neutral!reader): poly, hurt/comfort, fluff, implied anxiety attack
dizzy (jeong yunho, song mingi x gender neutral!reader): poly, fluff, mild hurt/comfort
monster energy girl (jeong yunho, song mingi x fem!reader): college!au, poly, fluff, crack, non-sexual nudity
summer heat (kang yeosang-centric, no reader, ot8): angst, hurt/no comfort, nightmares, blood (includes blood pacts), vomit, animal death/collection of animal remains, mentions of death and various illnesses, implied agoraphobia
kim hongjoong
lucky (gender neutral!reader): fluff, angst, body dysmorphia, scars (not self harm related), reader’s body and weight is not described!
tired (gender neutral!reader): fluff, tired hongjoong
back outside (gender neutral!reader): non-idol au, ot8 interaction, angst(?), implied anxiety/agoraphobia
fishbowl (kim hongjoong-centric, no reader): angst-ish, mentions of ot8
healing (gender neutral!reader): fluff, hurt/comfort, dermatillomania/skin picking disorder (not the same as self-harm), platonic ot8
recycling (fem!reader): childhood best friend + flatmate!hongjoong, reminiscent of sexual abuse/possibly triggering, angst, hurt/comfort, implied sexual content, mentions of an ex, toxic relationship
growing pains (kim hongjoong-centric, feat. fem!reader): angst, takes place after reader’s death, hongjoong has a son
low on gas (gender neutral!reader): non-idol!au, angst, slight hurt/comfort, implied past abuse
5:39pm (gender neutral!reader): hurt/comfort, words of encouragement
sugar, spice and coffee with ice (gender neutral!reader): bakery!au, fluff, sickfic/comfort, co-workers san + mingi
the sea is a good place (kim hongjoong-centric, no reader, ot8): angst, hurt/comfort, burnout, briefly implied suicidal ideation, swearing, lots of affection
does this look like an 800 number to you? (gender neutral!reader): spirit!hongjoong, angst, implied suicide (do not read if such topics will trigger you), mild description of wounds
unwavering (gender neutral!reader): fluff/comfort, reader has trichotillomania/hair pulling disorder
new traditions (gender neutral!reader): flatmate!kim hongjoong, fluff, confessions
sweet summer (gender neutral!reader): 90s!au, hitchhiker!reader, fluff
park seonghwa
plastic flowers (fem!reader): smut, fluff, angst, unplanned pregnancy, discussion of abortions, ot8 interaction
cinderella (fem!reader): plastic flowers spin-off, fluff, domestic, feat. platonic jung wooyoung + reader
poetry (gender neutral!reader): light angst(?), fluff, established relationship, childhood bestfriend!seonghwa
yellow label (gender neutral!reader): flatmate!seonghwa, angst, hurt/very little comfort, implied past abuse
scraped knees (gender neutral!reader): bartender!seonghwa, fluff, lots of fluff, pick up lines
slipping (gender neutral!reader): hurt/comfort, established relationship, disordered behaviours (disorder not otherwise specified), mentions of past disorders/illness
observatories (fem!reader): fansign, fluff
closing curtain (fem!reader): angst, established relationship, reader + seonghwa have a daughter, alcohol mention, mentions of divorce
lose some, win some (fem!reader): platonic relationship, sexual content, loss of virginity, homosexual park seonghwa + homosexual reader, fluff(?)/humour
orange flavoured (gender neutral!reader): college-ish!au, fluff, sickfic, comfort
bloody tissues (gender neutral!reader): fluff, nose bleed
soft (gender neutral!reader): 80s!au, somewhere in between fluff and angst, physical violence
keep looking (gender neutral!reader): villain!seonghwa, journalist!reader, slow-ish burn, murder/crime, angst, uneven power dynamics, feat. san
jeong yunho
band aids (fem!reader): hurt/comfort, angst, sexual content but little smut, minor fluff, yunho has a big dick, insecurities
kiss it better (gender neutral!reader): sickfic, fluff, lots of comfort, established relationship, crying, puke, reader has food poisoning, other members make an appearance
phases (male!reader): college!au, fluff
take my hand (gender neutral!reader): angst + hurt/comfort, references to a past abusive relationship
kang yeosang
cheating is a crime (fem!reader): implied college au, flatmate!yeosang, angst, smut, fluff, cheating (does not involve Yeosang), brief mention of vomit, mentions of alcohol
the five times he was too scared to kiss you and the one time he did (gender neutral!reader): high school & college!au, best friends to lovers, ‘99 line interaction, brief mention of insecurities, fluff
study group (gender neutral!reader): college!au, mild hurt/comfort, fluff(?), 99z friend group
sinking ships (gender neutral!reader): best friend!yeosang, angst, hurt/no comfort, swearing
corn syrup au (vampire!yeosang):
origin post
cuspids (gender neutral!reader): vampire!yeosang, fluff, teeth, yeosang knows next to nothing about human anatomy
corn syrup (gender neutral!reader): vampire!yeosang, fluff, fake blood, yeosang’s first halloween
twist and pull (gender neutral!reader): vampire!yeosang, fluff, hurt/comfort, sickfic-ish, tooth pulling/teething
choi san
regardless (fem!reader): fluff, minor smut towards the end, small-chested reader, insecurities, push up bras
superpower (gender neutral!reader): college!au, frat boys!ateez, fluff-ish, san takes care of reader, reader is somewhat of a recluse, alcohol, harassment (does not involve san)
birthday gift (gender neutral!reader): implied smut, fluff, humour
hiraeth (gender neutral!reader/ot8): choi san-centric, non-idol!au, artist!san, flatmates!ot8, light angst, fluff, light hurt/comfort, platonic and romantic ot8
one to ten (gender neutral!reader): childhood friend!san, angst, takes place after reader’s death (cause of death is not specified)
you’ll be fine (without me) (gender neutral!reader): angst, mentions of organs/physical pain
post-apocalyptic kind of hot (gender neutral!reader): post-apocalypse!au, fluff, mentions of bugs
three, two (and one) (gender neutral!reader): angst, choi san-centric, implied illness towards the end
shit happens (gender neutral!reader): fluff, friends with benefits/early stages relationship, post-sex, broken condom, no smut
song mingi
home is where the heart is (gender neutral!reader): fluff, minor angst, best friend!mingi
tutoring (gender neutral!reader): college!au, fluff, first kisses
spilled coffee (gender neutral!reader): non-idol!au, fluff, slight hurt/comfort, strangers to (sort of) lovers
saccharine, syrupy and other words that remind me of you (male!reader): high school sweethearts!au, fluff, mentions of other 99z, mentioned underage drinking, takes place at a high school reunion
1:11 a.m. (gender neutral!reader): kissing
jenga (gender neutral!reader): non-idol!au, 99z friend group, fluff, friends to lovers, alcohol/puking
jung wooyoung
you got me right (gender neutral!reader): hurt/comfort, fluff, crying
move on (gender neutral!reader): angst, implied death, mentions of ot8
nostalgia is a place, not a feeling (gender neutral!reader): post-high school!au, ex!wooyoung, mentions of drug use, cigarettes, nosebleed mention, swearing, angst, slice of life
three letters (fem!reader): college!au, fluff, light angst, some humour, pregnant reader, birth control mentions, feat. san + seonghwa
noodles and sleep (gender neutral!reader): angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship, anxiety, use of safeword, bottom wooyoung, fluff toward the end
00:57 am (gender neutral!reader): strangers to acquaintances, angst, brief hurt/comfort, good ending, reader is almost hit by a car, implied suicidal thoughts
all by heart (gender neutral!reader): angst, post-break up, food/cooking
i don’t mind (gender neutral!reader): fluff, domesticity
wasted potential (gender neutral!reader): angst/hurt no comfort, childhood sweethearts, small towns
choi jongho
hand to hold (gender neutral!reader): flatmates!ateez, hurt/comfort, fluff, seonghwa is protective, implied paranoia and anxiety (do not read if discussions of paranoid beliefs will trigger you)
1500 (fem!reader): college!au, wlw reader, platonic, hurt/comfort, fluff, reader is going through a breakup, jongho is a good friend
don’t think (choi jongho-centric): narrative, jongho has writer’s block that’s it that’s the story
siren song (gender neutral!reader): 90s!au, small towns, angst-ish, toxic relationship, implied criminal activity, guns
two sides, one coin (gender neutral!reader): 90s!au, implied criminal + sexual activity, blood mention
sooner or later au (friends to lovers):
sooner or later (gender neutral!reader): non-idol!au, fluff, friends to lovers, grocery shopping + food talk
07:30 a.m. (mentioned gender neutral!reader): non-idol!au, fluff/slice-of-life, friends to lovers
more ATEEZ content:
front row angel masterlist (emo rock band!ATEEZ au)
ATEEZ NSFW masterlist - 18+ ONLY, minors do not interact
slasher!TEEZ masterlist - 18+ ONLY, minors do not interact
1-800-HOTTER-THAN-U masterlist - 18+ ONLY, minors do not interact
#ateez x reader#ateez fanfic#ateez fic#ateez fluff#ateez smut#ateez angst#kim hongjoong x reader#kim hongjoong fluff#kim hongjoong angst#park seonghwa x reader#park seonghwa fluff#park seonghwa angst#park seonghwa smut#choi san x reader#choi san fluff#choi san smut#choi san angst#song mingi x reader#song mingi fluff#kang yeosang x reader#kang yeosang smut#kang yeosang angst#kang yeosang fluff
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Ateez - Flu - Part 7
It all happened so fast. Much too fast for Hongjoong’s brain to compute. He only snapped out of it when Yeosang, struggling to shoulder San’s dead weight, suddenly yelled out for Seonghwa.
Seonghwa appeared at his door almost instantly, startled awake by Yeosang’s panicked voice. Hongjoong stood motionless with his mouth agape, the box of popsicles that San had just handed him clutched awkwardly against his chest.
San came to fairly quickly once Yeosang and Seonghwa got him to the couch with his feet propped up on a stack of pillows, but for Hongjoong it felt like ages. He could hear Wooyoung crying, which came as a surprise to him. He hadn’t seen Wooyoung get out of bed. And then somebody in the washroom vomiting. Another surprise to Hongjoong. When had somebody gone into the washroom? When did he even leave the washroom for somebody else to go inside?
“Hyung!”
Hongjoong hadn’t noticed that he closed his eyes until they snapped back open at the sound of Jongho’s voice. He heard bits and pieces of what Jongho was saying and he could see Jongho’s eyes growing wider and wider with each passing second.
Hongjoong suddenly felt the wall against his back as his knees gave out underneath him. Jongho’s face, which was much farther away from him than it had been a second ago, seemed suspended in time.
Until he felt two strong hands cupping his face.
“Hyung, don’t close your eyes. What’s wrong?” Jongho’s voice was coming through more clearly now that he was seated.
“Sorry…” Hongjoong replied, trying his keep his eyes open at the very least. “I guess I got startled…”
Apparently he wasn’t very convincing, because Jongho’s grip on his cheeks tightened.
“Hyung don’t fall asleep!”
That confused Hongjoong. Of course he wasn’t going to fall asleep…
…but actually, maybe he was?
*~*~*~*~*~
“You’re a stupid idiot, you know that right?” Seonghwa huffed as Hongjoong shifted awkwardly in his bed, trying to will the daggers in Seonghwa’s eyes to focus elsewhere.
“Is San okay?” Hongjoong knew that Seonghwa’s lecture would be forthcoming but his concern over his dongsaengs needed to be assuaged before he could focus on anything else.
Seonghwa softened at that, taking a seat on the edge of Hongjoong’s bed. “He’s okay, Yeosang and Jongho are tag teaming getting him and Wooyoung to bed.” Hongjoong nodded, soaking in the relative silence before it was broken by a muffled gag from the washroom. Both Seonghwa and Hongjoong cringed at the sound.
“Yunho,” Seonghwa chimed in before Hongjoong even had to ask who it was. “Again.”
Hongjoong hung his head, irritated with himself for taking Seonghwa’s attention away from the others, angry that he couldn’t help take care of his younger members, and overall aggravated that he had managed to get this sick. He was about to send Seonghwa away when Seonghwa seemed to read his mind again.
“Mingi’s got him. Apparently the only thing that will get Mingi to come out of his room when he’s sick is Yunho being sicker.” They both let out a chuckle at that before Jongho appeared in the doorway.
“Wooyoung-hyung is asking for you, Seonghwa-hyung” Jongho said quietly, not wanting to disturb his hyungs, but he and Yeosang had been unable to get Wooyoung to settle down and they were growing concerned that he’d wake San with his whining. Seonghwa nodded, wordlessly stepping out with Jongho before popping his head back into the doorway.
“This conversation isn’t over Joong. Not even in the slightest.”
Hongjoong signed, sinking heavily into his pillows with a few harsh coughs. Of course it wasn’t.
*~*~*~*~*~
Seonghwa was frustrated. And tired.
And Wooyoung was frustrated. And tired. And sick.
Seonghwa wasn’t proud of the fact that he had more or less tricked Wooyoung into downing a dose of NyQuil. He knew that Wooyoung hated medication that made him feel drowsy. He didn’t like the way they made his head swim before they finally knocked him out. But when Jongho held the bottle up behind Wooyoung’s back with a questioning shrug, Seonghwa nodded, assuring Wooyoung it was only cough syrup in order to get him to agree to swallowing it down.
“Bastard…” Wooyoung slurred as he started feeling the pull of sleep.
“I’m sorry Wooyoungie, but you need to sleep. So does San” Seonghwa replied as he closed the door behind him.
So do I.
But he left that part out.
Seonghwa’s body was craving a nap. Now that the adrenaline rush that had resulted from San and Hongjoong going down almost simultaneously was wearing off and the exhaustion from his sleepless night at the hospital with Yunho was setting in again, he wanted - no - needed to sit down. For just a moment.
He didn’t even make it to the couch before he heard Mingi’s voice behind him, followed by a series of sneezes that made Seonghwa pray that he had covered his mouth.
“Hyung” Mingi croaked out. “Yunho…”
Yunho. Shit. Yes. The dongsaeng who was currently headlong in the toilet. His nap would have to wait.
Seonghwa found Yunho lying on the washroom floor with his head in Yeosang’s lap as Yeosang played with his hair.
“Mingi, you need to go to bed, jagi” Seonghwa instructed. Mingi lingered a moment more, meeting Yeosang’s eyes, who nodded and smiled lightly as if to reassure he’d stay with Yunho for as long as he needed. “Please keep the door unlocked, I’ll be in to check on you once I figure out what to do about this…” Seonghwa added, gesturing vaguely in the direction of Yunho and Yeosang.
Mingi nodded, closing his door but not locking it much to his hyung’s relief.
“His pulse is racing, hyung” Yeosang murmured as Seonghwa joined him on the floor.
Dammit, they really needed a bigger washroom. Or maybe he needed smaller dongsaengs. He wasn’t sure.
Gently taking Yunho’s wrist, he brought his focus back to the task at hand. Yeosang hadn’t been exaggerating - racing was the right word for it. There was a real possibility that Yunho had gotten himself dehydrated again after another round of vomiting.
“Jagi, take some deep breaths, okay? Yeosang and I are right here. You can relax” Seonghwa urged. Yunho nodded but took in only a few shallow breaths. “No, not like that. Nice and deep.”
“I know you know how to do it, hyung. I’ve heard you yell” Jongho said from the doorway behind Seonghwa. Seonghwa hadn’t heard Jongho approach but was relieved that his joke got a small smile out of Yunho, who had his eyes closed, trying to focus on his breath. “Put this on the back of his neck” Jongho added quietly, handing Seonghwa a wet cloth from the kitchen. “Give him a few minutes. His water bottle is almost empty. He’s just worked up and anxious, not dehydrated.”
Seonghwa nodded shakily. Jongho’s maturity never ceased to amaze him. Jongho once told him that it “came with the territory” as the oldest sibling. But Seonghwa always knew that it went beyond that. Jongho’s nerves were made of steel, whereas Seonghwa’s own nerves often felt like jelly in these situations.
Seonghwa carefully dropped Yunho’s wrist, turning back to Jongho.
“I hope you don’t mind but I changed the sheets on your bed with the lighter cotton ones. With Wooyoung-hyung in Yunho-hyung’s bed I figured that Yunho-hyung should crash in your room with Joong-hyung. I cleaned up our room and switched Wooyoung-hyung’s nasty sheets out for clean ones so you can sleep there” Jongho paused, allowing Seonghwa’s sleep deprived brain to catch up, then started again. “Yeosang-hyung and I will get Yunho-hyung up when he’s ready. I refilled his water bottle, it’s waiting for him on your bedside table. Now you need to go to bed, hyung. Yunho-hyung told us that you didn’t sleep last night at the hospital.”
“Jongho, no” Seonghwa interjected quickly, shaking his head. “I need to check in with Mingi…”
Jongho interjected immediately. “I’ll take care of Mingi. He doesn’t look like he’s quite ready to head back to bed anyhow” he said, glancing over Seonghwa’s shoulder toward Yunho, who had fallen asleep thanks to Yeosang’s soft touch and the cool cloth that had given him a few minutes of relief from his fever. “We should let him sleep for a few minutes before getting him to bed. He clearly needs it.”
“I don’t want you to get sick, Jongho” Seonghwa replied, desperately trying to stifle the yawn that threatened to work against him in this debate.
“Look around, hyung. I’m going to get sick. You’re going to get sick. Yeosang-hyung is going to get sick. But it’s going to happen a hell of a lot faster if you keep pushing yourself like this on no sleep.”
Seonghwa nodded. He knew Jongho was right. It was only a matter of time before the virus hit the three of them. The best they could do is delay the inevitable, and hopefully a little sleep would help that happen. He turned back to Yeosang, who was still carding his fingers through Yunho’s hair almost robotically at this point. Without even being asked Yeosang smiled sadly, flashing a thumbs up at Seonghwa.
Feeling reassured for the moment, he left Yeosang and Jongho to it. Sleep did sound pretty damn good right now.
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₊˚✧⡱ ateez fic recs
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Collab Call Masterlist
Monday 4th October: Seonghwa X Public Sex
Unnoticed by @a-soft-hornytiny
Wednesday 6th October: Seonghwa X Exhibitionism
Confession Tapes by @yungisstar1117-writes
Friday 8th October: Hongjoong X Sickfic
sugar, spice and coffee with ice by @bobateastay
Sunday 10th October: Hongjoong X Thigh Riding
Broken boundaries by @yungisstar1117-writes
Monday 11th October: Yunho X Somnophilia
In your panties by @yunhospuppy
Wednesday 13th October: Yunho x Hand kink
Ice-cold Lust by @yungisstar1117-writes
Friday 15th October: Yeosang X Humiliation
dirty desks and dissertations by @bobateastay
Sunday 17th October: Yeosang X Gagging
Doll by @yungisstar1117-writes
Monday 18th October: San X Semi-Public sex
Sneaky Kittens by @sanniedaysmarsnights
Wednesday 20th October: San X Angst
you’ll be fine (without me) by @bobateastay
Friday 22nd October: Mingi X Dacryphilia
Sweet Tears by @yungisstar1117-writes
Sunday 24th October: Mingi X Size Kink
Forever You Are My Star by @yungisstar1117-writes
Monday 25th October: Wooyoung X Hurt/Comfort
Fuck, I love you by @wishuponthestars
Wednesday 27th October: Wooyoung X Degradation
[5:30pm] by @yungisstar1117-writes
Friday 29th October: Jongho x ?
? by @multidreams-and-desires
Sunday 31st October: Jongho X Mirror sex
>>12:30 pm<< by @serialee
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by aambass
Seonghwa comes down with a fever and tries to pretend he’s fine. The rest of Ateez is having none of it and cuddles him into compliance.
Words: 3892, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 1 of 8 Makes 1 Family
Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Park Seonghwa, Kim Hongjoong, Jeong Yunho, Kang Yeosang, Choi San, Song Mingi, Jung Wooyoung, Choi Jongho
Relationships: Park Seonghwa/Everyone
Additional Tags: OT8, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, Cuddling & Snuggling, Post-Canon, Future Fic, can be read as platonic or romantic, Light Angst
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