#sick!hoseok

[sickonthedancefloor]

Going Home Early

Prompt: Hoseok goes home far earlier than expected from work, where his confusion becomes everyone else's confusion.

Sickie: Hoseok Caretaker:  Yoongi Content: emeto, fever, nausea, disoriented, m/m

The last thing Yoongi expected at eleven that morning was for Hoseok to return home. It was their average Tuesday, with Yoongi working on some music for the label he wanted to turn in later that week, and Hoseok heading to catch up on paperwork before the youth dance classes that afternoon. Hoseok had woken up worse for wear according to Yoongi, but he said he was fine, so Yoongi made him coffee and left him at it. He’d barely gotten into the groove of a solid EDM beat before the door to the studio in their apartment opened, and the light of the hall behind him had him turning around.

Just who…

“Seokseok-ah?” Yoongi called softly.

Hoseok looked dazed as he made his way over to Yoongi’s mini-fridge, squatting in front of it. He opened the door and glanced around, but his brows furrowed as he scanned the waters and beers Yoongi stashed in there. Glancing at his face in the dim lighting, he could catch a faint sheen to his skin, his bangs already a little damp with sweat. But his studio was usually cold, and it wasn’t a particularly warm day, so it had Yoongi raising his eyebrows.

“It’s not here…” Hoseok mumbled. After a second, Hoseok turned to his boyfriend, who flipped on the desk light. With better lighting, Yoongi could see an almost glassy look in Hoseok’s eyes too. “Yoongi, darling… you don’t have it in here?”

“Have… what in there?” Yoongi questioned him.

Hoseok stared at him for a moment, brows furrowed as if he was concerned Yoongi didn’t just know what he was talking about. But then he gestured to the fridge and said, “face cream.”

“Face… cream?”

With a loud huff, obviously frustrated, Hoseok rose to his feet and left the room. Yoongi let a second pass, then another… but something was completely off about the dancer’s entire demeanor. Yoongi just jumped from his chair and hurried after him, catching Hoseok staring at the pantry in the kitchen, as if deep in thought. It was bright enough in the living room that they didn’t need to turn on the overhead lights, and the natural sunlight brought out the deep flush on Hoseok’s cheeks. His pallor seemed completely off, and he had to be sick. Frowning more, Yoongi pressed his palm over his cheek, feeling the heat rolling off Hoseok in waves.

“Hobi…”

“Yoongi, I can’t find my face cream. I checked under the juice, it’s not there.”

“Honey, you’re not making any sense. Why would it be in the kitchen? Or… does it need to be refrigerated?”

“No, you melt it.”

Hoseok’s hand pushed Yoongi’s away and the man looked further in the pantry. His hands shook as he pushed aside a bag of chips and pulled out a ramen pack, examining it closely. Or under some sort of scrutiny, as Hoseok had begun to glare at it. He pushed it back into the pantry and moved his hands in again.

“Yoongi-yah, if you’re not going to help me find it, why are you just standing there?” Hoseok complained. But after a moment, he lurched forward, a harsh cough erupting from his mouth. Not even having time to move his hands away, he merely turned his head downward and coughed again. Yoongi’s hand immediately moved to Hoseok’s back, patting his back roughly in hopes of shaking loose whatever phlegm choked him up. As Hoseok finally caught his breath, his he moved back from the pantry, and Yoongi gently moved him over to the kitchen table trying to urge him to sit. Hoseok fought him, albeit extremely weakly, one hand rubbing at his chest while his other tried to shoo the smaller musician away.

Yoongi just moved his cooled hands to Hoseok’s cheeks, thumbs gently stroking underneath his eyes. He turned Hoseok to face him, finally meeting his eyes.

“Seokseok-ah, baby, look at me.” When Yoongi spoke, his voice was low and soft, rather soothing. His lazy time bedroom voice, Hoseok had called it once, something he always seemed to drop into when someone had a bad day and sought out his comfort. Hoseok blinked, but he stopped trying to struggle. “Honey, you’re not making any sense,” Yoongi explained.

Hoseok almost crumbled. His frown grew more intense, his eyes almost welling with tears. Yoongi shushed him softly, thumbs still brushing at his cheeks. “It’s okay, baby, it’s okay. Don’t be upset. You’re just really sick, okay?”

With a small whine, Hoseok nodded. “Explains some stuff…” he mumbles. Things, to Hoseok, make a little more sense now, Yoongi can see it in the slow realization growing on his younger boyfriend’s face. Hoseok immediately looks upset, so Yoongi pulls him in, placing a kiss on his forehead before hugging him closely.

“Let’s go to back to bedroom, Seokseok. Put on some comfy clothes, hmm?” As he spoke, he ran his hand down Hoseok’s spine, listening as his shaky breathing stabilized and grew more slowly. But he couldn’t fall asleep standing up, certainly not. So Yoongi stops, pulling Hoseok back by his shoulders, and begins to lead him back up towards the bedroom. It took some shuffling, Hoseok barely moving his legs and consistently pausing to ask Yoongi about skincare products, but he managed to get his boyfriend seated on the bed. Hoseok was almost like putty, with no fight in him as Yoongi helped him shrug out of his jacket and then pulled his long-sleeved tee off, leaving him in just his undershirt. He cooperated as Yoongi pulled his shoes and then wiggled his jeans from his hips, letting out a small laugh when Yoongi grumbled about ‘unsexy conditions’.

“We can still have sex, I really like having sexy conditions,” Hoseok mumbled, his leg lifting to drop on Yoongi’s arm. Yoongi just laughed, moving his hand over to massage Hoseok’s calf, grinning as Hoseok’s face melted into a pleased, lazy smile. Absolutely like putty.

“Maybe when you’re feeling better. Nap first.” Maybe if Hoseok was lucid by tomorrow, Yoongi would tell him what he said to embarrass him.  Instead, with another kiss to Hoseok’s cheek, he slipped away into the bathroom to fetch the thermometer, returning to slip it into Hoseok’s mouth. The younger man waited patiently for the device to beep, eyelids blinking heavily, and Yoongi frowned as he watched the numbers slowly climb. His heart sank once he watched it move over 38°C. Finally it beeped and Yoongi pulled it from his lips to confirm a 39.5°. That was absolutely no good.

“Come on, Seokseok, let’s lay down, okay?” Yoongi mumbled to him, pulling him to his feet. Hoseok whined at the movement, face scrunching in discomfort at having to move. But Yoongi went slowly, a hand across his shoulders, leading him almost as if he was made of glass. With Hoseok’s condition as it was, he may as well be. Yoongi walked the dancer over to the side of the bed and yanked back the quilt, helping him lay down to rest his head on his pillows. Once he made sure Hoseok was comfortable, which included assuring him he’d definitely go look for the damned face cream, he gave him another pillow to hug and pulled the light blanket over him. Hoseok barely laid down for a minute before he’d already fallen asleep. That would make things easier for him.

With a sigh, Yoongi immediately got to work.

~+~

Thankfully, they seemed to be stocked, he’d discovered during an inventory check in the bathroom. The medicine cabinet always had painkillers and bandages, a side-effect of being in Hoseok’s profession, but Hoseok had also purchased a small pack of cold and flu tablets, cough syrup, and allergy medication for the spring months. And, a gem—a package of cooling gel patches. Yoongi wasted no time in hurrying to place one on Hoseok’s forehead, whispering soft apologies as Hoseok whined at the temperature difference. He moved once his boyfriend quieted down again, going back to read the labels on what he figured they’d need.

He then moved to the kitchen, pulling out the leftover juk from yesterday’s breakfast and immediately heated a small bowl. He doubted his boyfriend would eat much, but it was worth trying since he’d skipped breakfast when he left just a few hours earlier. How had Hoseok’s condition gotten so bad so quickly? He must have been feverish when he left that morning, but even in his sleepy haze he seemed plenty aware. Maybe his fever spiked from dancing… He knows his boyfriend is known for pushing himself. As he stirs the warmth from the stove back into the cool broth, he pulls out his phone and makes a quick call to their long-time friend, and Hoseok’s favorite coworker.

Park Jimin answers his phone with a sigh of relief. “Yoongi-hyung, thank goodness! Hob-ah made it home okay? He didn’t answer my texts!”

Yoongi wasn’t even sure if Hoseok had his phone. “He’s back, but he’s delirious with a fever that high,” he mumbled.

Jimin sighed. “I knew I should’ve taken him home… He said he’d be okay, he just said it was low. I’m never trusting him again!” When Yoongi heard a stomp echo in the background, he couldn’t hold back a laugh. Jimin probably stomped his shoes in one of the empty dance halls; Yoongi had seen him do it enough times, often far too childish and absolutely hilarious, and he couldn’t help but laugh over it. It seemed to relieve the tension if anything. “Well, I’m glad he made it home safely. He didn’t seem to be that bad off when he left, just his headache… Just take care of him? I’ll come visit tonight.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll go down and make sure he at least parked in a real spot… What time did he leave the studio?”

“Uh… around nine? He really wasn’t here that long before I kicked him out.”

“Nine? But it doesn’t take two hours—”

Jimin and Yoongi both seemed to have the same realization at the same time. Hoseok’s dance studio wasn’t far from their apartment, around thirty minutes on foot. Sometimes on warm weather days, Hoseok would jog over as his warm-up or walk to one of the nearby coffee shops and take a bus home. Since it’s been chilly, it would have only been a five-minute drive. Yoongi turned down the stove and hurried over to where his boyfriend abandoned his jacket, searching the pockets for Hoseok’s car keys. All the while, he could hear Jimin’s quick huffs as the younger dancer ran outside. When Yoongi didn’t find anything in the pockets but Hoseok’s phone, he hurried over to the clothes to check—

“Hyung, his car is still parked out here.”

“Can you find his keys?”

Jimin sighed as he checked around the car, but soon Yoongi heard him mumble, “Not here, not inside either.” Then, a little louder, “I’ll check inside. They may still be in his office. Did he bring his bag?”

Now that Jimin mentioned it… “He didn’t.”

“Aish, this idiot. Well, I’ll let you know if they turn up here. See you later, okay?”

“Mm. Thanks, Minnie.”

Yoongi returned to the stove and picked up the spoon again, stirring the juk once again. He filled a bowl, grabbed a water bottle, and grabbed an ice pack and headed to the bedroom. Hoseok hasn’t so much as turned since Yoongi had tucked him in. Yoongi just set the items on the bedside table and shook his boyfriend’s shoulder to rouse him.

“Seok-ah, come eat some juk,” he coaxed gently.

Hoseok’s face scrunched in discomfort, and he shook his head. “No… ‘m nauseous,” he mumbled. “Just ‘unna sleep.”

“You’re nauseous?” Yoongi pressed a hand to Hoseok’s neck. “You didn’t eat at all this morning, right? That’s probably why…”

Hoseok barely grumbled in response. But he needed to eat something to take the medicine, or he’d regret it later. Yoongi sighed, patting his shoulder again. “Come on, just a little juk. It’ll help.”

Hoseok whined again, but opened his mouth, as if expecting Yoongi to feed him as he was. Yoongi laughed. “You gotta sit up or you’ll choke, Seokseok.”

“Hyungie, no…” Hoseok whined. He brought an arm to rest over his eyes and just frowned. Yoongi wasn’t going to give him a break, given the gentle patting, but he smiled when he felt Yoongi’s lips press on his cheek.

“Come on, Seokseok-ah… Juk is warm, got chicken in it.”

“I’m gonna throw it up.” Hoseok whimpered at the idea. But he nodded gently at Yoongi’s coaxing and lets the older man pull him to slouch against his shoulder. He leaned forward as Yoongi leaned, and his head almost dropped forward.

Yoongi sighed and grabbed the bowl and spoon. “We’ll try just a little, okay?”

“Just… just a little. Okay.”

Yoongi moved slowly and began to spoon feed Hoseok, giving his boyfriend ample time between bites to slowly chew the soft rice. Hoseok seemed to be enjoying it, opening his mouth first after a few bites before Yoongi managed to scoop the spoonful. Around a third of the way in, Hoseok shook his head, turning his face into Yoongi’s shoulder. Pressing a kiss to his temple, Hoseok smiled. “You did so well, baby. Now, ready to take medicine?”

“Noooo,” Hoseok whined.

With a soft laugh, Yoongi replaced the bowl and instead reached for the water bottle and the tablets, pulling them from the pack. He tapped Hoseok’s cheek, and Hoseok merely opened his mouth.

“They’re going to be bitter on your tongue…”

“It’s okay,” he mumbled.

Yoongi set the pills against his boyfriend’s tongue and lifted the water bottle to his lips, letting him take a cool sip. Hoseok took a second before lifting his mouth, moving his face away. He then went absolutely pale, cheeks puffing as he took a breath. Yoongi didn’t even have time to move, startled that Hoseok was about to throw up on everything—but he soon let out a heavy burp and sighed in relief.

Oh, good.

Yoongi helped lower the dancer back onto the bed and covered him with the blanket again. “Rest, okay baby?”

Humming, Hoseok was quick to fall asleep again. Yoongi took the time to wipe his face and neck with a cold washcloth, whispering soft apologies as he noticed Hoseok’s face scrunch in discomfort in his sleep. His breathing was even, if not a little congested, and Yoongi could only hope he’d stay asleep longer. He left the door open, creeping back to his studio down the hall. He left his own door open, sure he’d hear if Hoseok woke from his nap. Deciding to focus just on quieter tasks instead of turning open the soundboard, Yoongi just made sure to save his work a handful of times before opening his email. He typed up a quick message to his boss to let him know there may be a day or two delay, then began reading through the other messages he’d gotten over the day.

Only a few minutes in and his phone went off, a quick text message from Jimin: ‘He dropped his keys off at the front desk, Suran had them’.

‘Thank god,’ Yoongi replied. Goodness knows he didn’t want to worry about trying to get a locksmith and replacing the locks of Hoseok’s car, so that was one less thing to worry about. Jimin followed up his response with asking if Yoongi needed any errands run, and while Yoongi began brainstorming a gag errand to send him on when he heard a gagging of a different kind.

A loud, pained retch, followed by a splash, and a hiccup. Jumping from his desk, the musician abandoned his phone and ran to the bedroom, grimacing at the sour smell that hit him from the doorway. Hoseok, eyes half-lidded and very much out of it, leaned over the side of the bed and coughed up another mouthful of white-yellow sludge, splashing the blanket and the rug by the bed with it. His knuckles gripped the side of the bed, white from the effort, but the next mouthful splashed on his fingers immediately. Yoongi quickly jumped over to grab the trash can from the bedside table, holding it under Hoseok’s mouth. His other hand reached over to pat his back.

“Oh Seokseok, it’s okay, let it out,” he murmured to him.

Hoseok choked up another wave, barely able to catch his breath before another retch overtook him. His stomach cramped fitfully, and Yoongi could spot tears forming in his eyes from the effort it took just to keep going. He merely rubbed his back, trying to stay comforting as Hoseok rid himself of the little bit of porridge he had managed to take down, along with what looked like yesterday’s dinner. It took a few good minutes longer, but soon Hoseok was merely retching out what little bile he could choke out, forcing himself to spit. He took a deep breath before his head dropped on the pillow, obviously spent by the extra effort.

“Yoongi,” he mumbled, voice hoarse and shaky. “Yoon-yoon, that… that hurt…”

“I know, baby, I know. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Setting the trash can next to the mess, Yoongi pulled the blanket back before pulling Hoseok to sit up. He took the washcloth he’d used earlier, which had been sitting next to a bowl of warming water, and used it to wipe away his mouth and his fingers of any excess vomit, just for Hoseok’s comfort. His boyfriend needed to change anyway, as he noticed the vomit had gotten on Hoseok’s sleeve as well as the blanket. His shirt seemed damp with sweat anyway, so perhaps a change was in order anyway. Yoongi just tossed the washcloth onto the floor and reached for his boyfriend’s arms, helping lead him off the bed, cautious of the original splash mess on the floor.

“Yoon-yoon… I gotta clean…” The dancer’s eyes watered as he looked down at the mess, color draining from his face save for red splashes across his cheek as he began to work himself up.

Yoongi shushed him immediately. “Let hyung worry about that mess.” Reaching a hand to cup Hoseok’s face, he stroked his cheek gently with his thumb, smiling at him. Hoseok’s breath hitched, but he did his best to try and calm down as he listened to Yoongi. “I’ve made worse messes. You want a bath? Wanna soak a little, or just want to sleep?”

The answer came quickly: “Bath later? I don’t…”

“Bath later.”

It took some maneuvering, but he got Hoseok to sit on his studio’s small couch in just his boxers, a blanket wrapped around him and trash can next to him just in case. Another dose of medicine just in case, a few sips of water, and Hoseok seemed content to doze there which gave Yoongi time to take care of the mess. He carried the entire bed’s linen to the washing machine and shoved it inside, tossing in more soap than necessary and turning it on. The rug went outside for later him to deal with. Then some mopping on the hardwood floor, some spraying down, wiping it down, replacing the bedlinen, and cracking open the window, and within twenty minutes the bedroom smelled normal again. For extra measure, he took the trash bag from the small trash can and put it into their bigger trash can downstairs, spraying that down too. Between every step, Yoongi checked on Hoseok to be safe, rather glad when he realized his boyfriend really had just fallen asleep curled up in the blanket.

Yoongi really didn’t want to wake him up after that, but he knew he needed to. Fetching clean cotton pajamas, he slipped back into the office. Dressing Hoseok was easier than he’d thought, Hoseok’s half-asleep self quite agreeable as he let Yoongi feed his arms through the sleeves, and clinging lazily to Yoongi’s back as he stepped into the pants. Once Yoongi pulled up and tied the drawstring, he led his sleepy boyfriend back to the clean bed and helped him lay down again, stroking his hair gently.

“Mm… Yoongi…”

Smiling, Yoongi stroked his cheek again, before Hoseok’s hand found his. “Yes, baby?”

“Stay?” Hoseok mumbled. With a soft laugh, Yoongi nodded. Anything else could wait, he had his phone with him… but honestly, a nap sounded pretty good too. “Anything for you, Seokseok.” He crawled over Hoseok onto the other side of the bed, pulling the dancer close to him. Hoseok moved his hand to his stomach, and Yoongi found himself rubbing his stomach lightly, soothing his sick boyfriend back to sleep. It didn’t take much longer for him to drift off right with him.

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #sick!hoseok #caretaker!yoongi #whit writes #cw: emetophobia #fever #sope strikes again

[crystalsnow95z]

This was written long ago that I planned to edit but decided I'll keep it as is since I'm behind on all my requests and its fitting with the season. This is one I wrote just for me.

Sickie; jungkook, Taehyung and Hobi

Warning; vom!t

Caretaker: ot7

Jungkook gathers leaves as Hobi talks to the camera, doing a bangtan bomb after finishing up their latest photo shoot. He first goes after Namjoon, but he notices him and points to Hobi.

Jungkook smiles mischievously, nodding and shoving the leaves into the back of Hobi's hanbok. He giggled loudly as he bolts towards the woods.

"Get back here, you little punk!" Hobi runs after Jungkook, trying to remove the leaves as he runs after the mankae. Jungkook trips, not able to notice the rabbit hole because of the blanket of leaves,tumbling to the ground.

Hobi tries to skid to a stop, but slips on the leaves, falling on his tailbone. "Aiish.. Jaykay are you hurt?"

"My ankle hurts a bit, but I think I'm okay." Jungkook rolls his ankle, checking to see if it was sprained. "Are you?"

"I'm fine..just a sore bottom..You're such a brat!" Hobi throws leaves at Jungkook.

"Are you guys okay?" Taehyung ran to catch up with them when he heard the crash of them falling, relaxing when he saw Jungkook throw leaves back at Hobi, the two playing.

"Yeah. Just be careful.. it's slippery.. it must've rained recently here.." Hobi warns. "I'm surprised you didn't fall too.."

Taehyung offers his hand to Hobi, but when he tries to pull him up, the older slips on the wet leaves once more, bringing the vocalist down with him. "Aiish!"

"I'm sorry, Taehyungie!" Hobi apologizes, hugging him close. "I'm sorry are you okay?"

"I'm okay.. you helped cushion my fall..Ah Jiminie stay away! Its dangerous!" Taehyung shouts fearful of him suffering the same fate as them when he sees Jimin running to check on them.

"We're okay Jimin-sii. Don't worry!" Jungkook reassures him.

Jimin slows down, relaxing. "I got worried when I heard Tete. What happened?"

"The leaves are slippery.. so I fell chasing Jungkook because he shoved dead leaves down my back." Hobi narrows his eyes with mock anger, throwing more dead leaves at the youngest.

"Rapmonie-hyung encouraged it." Jungkook says with a giggle, tossing the leaves back at him.

"Gukkie you got me too!"Tae whines, shoving a handful of leaves down the front of Jungkook's shirt despite the youngers struggle against it.

"You guys are ruining your outfits." Jimin laughs, nearly falling. "Come on we're supposed to be wrapping up."

"They are wrapped up.. in each other." Jin jokes.

Jimin jumps at the sudden sound of Jin's voice. "Hyung when did you get here?"

"Joon-ah sent me to look for you." Jin replies, smiling fondly at the younger members, seeing Taekook double teaming J-hope, burying him with the autumn leaves as he laughs.

"Okay, I'll pull up Tete. You can pull up Jaykay." Jimin and Jin work together to separate the youngest members.

"It's time to go. We still have practice to do." Jin says, brushing leaves from Jungkook's clothes. "You're soaked.. go change so we can go. All three of you."

"Okay Seokjinnie hyung." Hobi takes Jungkook's hand to pull himself up, everyone leaving to continue the rest of their busy schedule.

"5..6..7..8.." Hobi tried counting over the music, but his voice wasn't carrying as loud as it usually does. He thought nothing of it, just motioning for staff to turn the music down. They've been working nonstop for their new album, and between practice, making the studio recordings, music videos, and photoshoots, he wasn't surprised his throat was getting sore.

The team went over the choreography once more without vocals, then again Jimin started the song strong, but when jungkook tried to follow his voice cracked when he tried to hit the higher notes, coughing.

"Jungkook, are you okay?" Jimin quickly finds him a water bottle.

"My throat hasn't recovered since we recorded.." Jungkook frowns, taking the water from Jimin. "Thanks jimin-sii.."

"Sing at a lower range for now, okay? We'll focus on the timing." Namjoon gives him a sympathic smile. He's been doing vocal lessons on top of recordings.. I should've told him to lay off the lessons until we finished recording..

"Alright, Namjoonie-hyung." Jungkook takes a drink of water, the coolness soothing his throat. "I hope it's better by next week.."

"You should be fine by then as long as you rest your voice as much as possible." Yoongi reassures him.

"I'll make you some tea when we get home." Jin offers, looking at both Jungkook and Hobi. Even if Hobi didn't say it out loud he could hear the strain in his voice.

"Thanks hyungie. That'd be great." Hobi smiles.

The seven members start up practice again, changing notes to be lower for Jungkook. Everything was going smoothly until Hobi started slowing down halfway through the fifth song, wrapping his arm around his middle, making Jungkook smack into him, Hobi losing his balance.

"Are you okay Hyungie? I'm sorry I didn't notice you stopped moving." Jungkook dropped to his knees next to Hobi, checking him for injuries.

"Yeah.. yeah I think I just need to eat something..my stomach started cramping up. I should've had something other than coffee.."

"I'll find you something.." Jimin quickly leaves the room.

"Here, drink some water for now." Yoongi gives Hobi a water bottle, helping him take small sips. "Any better?"

Hoseok nods, relaxing with the pain dies down. "Sorry..I didn't mean to worry you guys.."

Jimin returns to the room with a banana, letting go of the breath he didn't know he was holding when he sees that Hobi was no longer clutching his stomach. "Here Hyungie."

"Thanks Minnie.." Hoba gently peels the banana open, taking a few bites. "I'm feeling better now.. let's take a few minutes break and start again.."

Practice started again and everything was fine for an hour, until another member started showing signs of pain. Taehyungs movements started getting smaller and smaller, until it was unacceptable to Hobi.

"Taehyung-Ah, It's fine to practice like that right before a concert but you have to give it your all right now. I know you're tired but so is everyone else." Hobi scolds him, eyes widening when Taehyung suddenly sits on the ground his knees giving in.

"I'm sorry..i can't move well..my stomach just hurts hyung.." Taehyung whines softly,wrapping his arms around his middle. Hobi feels his stomach drop to the floor, feeling guilty for not noticing how pale or how shaky the husky toned vocalist became.

"What? When did it start hurting?" Yoongi blinks slowly, taken back by Taehyung's sudden confession rushing to his side reaching to touch his bloated stomach, feeling his muscles constrict under his hand. "Aiish Taehyungie.."

"This morning it was a little upset.. I didnt want to complain, especially not after Hobi-hyungie and Jungkook not feeling well either, but I can't do this. It keeps getting worse.."Taehyung says groaning when his stomach gurgles.

"Aiigo, Voo, you should've said something earlier.. You shouldn't push yourself so hard.." Jin sits next to him. How could he have missed how quickly his health declined. "Do you feel like you're gonna throw up?"

"I don't think so.. I just want to lie down and try to sleep the pain away." Taehyung whispers, closing his eyes tightly as another ripple of pain hits.

"I'll get someone to take you home." Jin looks to the staff members.

"Can I go with him, hy..hyung?" Jungkook clears his throat when his voice breaks. "I don't think I can continue singing anyway..it was only high notes before.. but now it's hurting to talk.."

"We could end practice early today." Namjoon suggests. "Jungkook and Taehyung both aren't in good condition and I know everyone else is tired too."

Hobi nods in agreement. He didn't think it was just a lost voice with Jungkook. The young vocalist was also out of breath much quicker than usual, and his voice was weakening at an alarming rate and his own stomach was still aching."We got the choreography perfect today and yesterday. We'll be fine if we cut out a few hours."

Jin and Namjoon lead Taehyung to the bedroom, pulling the blanket back, easing him into his bed. "Here Tae lay down, Yoongi is going to get you medicine.." Jin rubs his neck gently as Namjoon gets a trashcan to put by the side of the bed.

I don't understand..just yesterday he was playing with Hoba and Jungkookie..

Jin frowns, feeling sweat on the back of Taehyung’s neck. "Namjoon-ah I think he's starting to run a fever. Could you get a thermometer?"

"Of course Hyung." Namjoon leaves the room, brushing past Yoongi.

"Here I got some medicine for you, Taehyungie." Yoongi presents the medicine bottle, measuring a dosage of medicine out.

While Yoongi preps the medicine, Jin helps Taehyung sit up, feeling his body sway. "Woah, I got you.."

Taehyung felt dizzy when he got up, leaning heavily against Jin's broad shoulder. His stomach churned as soon as he was upright again, pushing up the toast from breakfast. "Hyu..hyung.."

"F*ck..Sh*t.." Yoongi quickly picks up the trash can from the floor when Taehyung burps, pushing up the sick. "It's okay.. you'll feel better once it's out.."

Taehyung hugs the trashcan as he empties his stomach into it with a loud retch, splashing sick into the plastic liner. Jin scratches lightly across his back, feeling his spine arch as his stomach pushes up thick bile.

"Taehyung.." Namjoon stops in the doorway, eyes widening when he sees how pale Taehyung became in such a short time. He thought he was doing better after he was asleep the whole car ride home without any problems, but he was foolish to think a short rest was enough to make a difference.

"Go get me a wet cloth and a bowl of water, please. His temperature is rising fast." Jin orders, Namjoon quickly leaving the room again. "It's okay, hyung will get you feeling better, just try to take deep breaths, okay?"

Taehyung goes to reply, but another wet burp comes instead, more sick filling the small bin. He presses the trash tighter against his stomach, trying to ease the pain with pressure. "It..it hurts.."

"I know baby.. I know.. you're doing so good.. you're almost done.." Jin encourages him gently, rubbing his palm up and down Taehyung’s sweaty back.

Yoongi holds Tae's bangs out of his face. "I'll get you a heat pack when you finish. It'll help with the pain.."

Namjoon returns to the room, giving Jin the wet cloth and placing the bowl on the side table. Jin thanks him, using it to wipe the sweat that was pooling on the back of Taehyung’s neck.

The amount of sick that came from Taehyung started to dwindle down,making the three older men start to relax as the younger took deep breaths, the tension in his shoulders ebbing away.

"I..I'm done.." Taes voice comes out as a hoarse whisper, loosening his grip on the bin. "Water...?"

"Here baby." Jin opens the water bottle for him. "Rinse out your mouth first then drink okay?"

Taehyung nods, taking in a mouthful of water and swishing it around a bit before spitting it out, trying to rid himself of the awful taste, then taking a few mouthfuls, cautious not to drink to much in fear of making himself sick once more.

"Can you swallow some medicine for me, Vuu?" Jin asks gently, rubbing his stomach.

"I think so.." Tae says hoarsely, accepting the medicine cup Yoongi offered him, swallowing it down quickly. "I'm sorry you had to see that.."

"Don't worry about it." Yoongi brushes off his apology. "Do you feel any better?"

"My throat and stomach hurt..and it's cold.. could I have the heat Yoongi-hyung..?" Taehyung asks, rubbing his hand across his sore stomach, muscles screaming in pain from the force of kicking everything out of it.

"Of course. I'll go get it." Yoongi leaves the room without hesitation. On his way to his room, he jumps at the sudden loud coughing coming from Jungkook "Are you okay, Jungkook?"

Jungkook made the 'okay' sign with his hand, continuing to cough into his blanket. Taehyungie-hyung was throwing up.. I can't distract them from taking care of him. Not for a cough.. I'll just take some medicine and go to bed early.. "I took a drink of water, and it went down wrong.." Jungkook says, pointing to the water bottle on the table.

Bullsh*t.. the lid is still on it.

Yoongi didn't call him out on it, though. He could worry about Jungkook later. Right now, he told Taehyung he would get him a heating pad to help his stomach. "Well, take some medicine just in case. Taehyungie is sick, and you were all over him yesterday."

"Okay Hyung."

Yoongi goes back on his quest, getting the item and returning to Taehyung ,plugging in the heating pad and placing it across Taehyung lower abdomen. "You can't use it for too long though, okay?"He says as a gentle reminder he couldn't take heat well.

Taehyung nods, the heat easing the pain away, his body relaxing"Thanks Hyung..that feels better.."

"Good..try to get some sleep, okay? Namjoon-ah." He motions for the rapper to lean closer."Go check up on Jungkookie, please? He was coughing really badly." Yoongi whispers by his ear, not wanting Taehyung to hear.

Namjoon nods,taking the medicine from the table and going to his room. "Tae is doing better. He was falling asleep when I left." He starts the conversation lightly. Jungkook had the awful habit of hiding his pain, not wanting to add more stress to the older members.

"Do you think we need to take him to a doctor?"

Namjoon could hear Jungkook holding back a cough.

"We'll see if the medicine helps. It might just be a stomach bug and he'll be okay in the morning. How about you? You were coughing a lot during practice. Are you feeling okay?"

"I just have a sore throat. My stomach doesn't hurt like Taehyungie-Hyungie, or do I feel feverish. I think I just overdid it." Jungkook tried negating his worries, down playing how he felt. He left out the pounding headache that he had all day and the fact that despite fact he hardly ate anything all day, the smell of Jimin and Hobi cooking in the kitchen made his stomach queasy "But Yoongi-hyung wants me to take medicine just in case.."

"Yeah he told me that, so I brought it with me." Namjoon feels the tension leave his shoulders when jungkook brings it up on his own, relieved he wouldn't have to fight with him to take it. He pours the younger the small cup of medicine, handing it to him

Jungkook takes it with a shaky hand, swallowing the medicine quickly hoping that Namjoon didn't notice.

"I'm tired, so I'm going to rest until dinner is finished. Its been a long week and its rare we get time to rest.." Namjoon says in hopes Jungkook would lay down and get the sleep he needs so he can recover and he falls for the trap.

"I'll lay down too. I'm a bit sleepy.." Jungkook lays down with a big yawn head hitting his makeshift pillow not taking more than a few minutes to fall asleep, snoring softly.

Namjoon gets up from his bed slowly, using the thermometer to confirm the low grade fever jumping back to avoid Jungkook coughing on him. "We're down two members.."

"Jaykay...jungkook-ah dinner is ready. Do you think you could eat?" Hobi goes into the room to check on him. Namjoon told him about his fever and that his cough became worse, but remembering the youngest vocalist only had one piece of toast with jam that morning made him unable to comfortably let him sleep.

"Mm..? Hoseok..ah..hyung..I'm not hungry.." Jungkook's voice sounded worse than earlier, coming out weak and scratchy. He was hardly awake, eyes not even open as he tried to turn him down.

"But you haven't eaten in twelve hours. Could you at least try to eat some soup?" Hobi tries encouraging him, gently running his hand up and down jungkook's side.

Jungkook stretches out, coughing into his arm. "Okay..okay..I'm up.." He could hear the worry in Hobi's voice and the older was right. He couldn't go to bed without eating something. What if I do have what Taehyungie-hyungie has? I don't want to throw up without anything in me..

Hobi helped Jungkook sit up, placing a tray of soup in front of him. "Do you want me to feed you?"

Jungkook tried to eat it on his own, but when he picked up the spoon the itch in his throat worsened, making him cough, spilling the soup onto the tray when it makes his chest rattle. Hobi quickly pulled the tray off.

"Aiish.. you scared me." Hobi sighs in relief when he sees none of the broth got on Jungkook.

"I'm.. I'm sorry.." Jungkook says between coughs.

"It's okay baby. It was an accident. I just didn't want it to spill on you. Let me do it. Okay?" J-hope feeds Jungkook bite by bite.

Meanwhile in another room, Jimin was helping with the second youngest, carrying a tray with him.

"I made you some soup. You don't have to eat it if you arent up to it though." Jimin says sympathically when he sees Taehyung was awake in his room, coughing Into the pillow he wrapped around.

"I don't know lf I can..but..I'll try.." Taehyung sits up slowly, closing his eyes when his head spins."If I don't eat I can't get better..and I feel awful.." He whines to himself, fighting against the dizziness.

"I know.. it's okay. Just a few bites for now okay?" Jimin scoops up some bean sprouts with the spoon, blowing on it before offering it to Taehyung.

Taehyung opens his mouth, taking in the bite, then another instantly regretting the second when he gags, having to force it back down with a hard swallow. He turns away from it, the smell of food making him feel worse. "No.. no.."

"Sh*t.. I'm sorry.. I'll take it away.. I'm sorry." Jimin quickly takes the bowl from the room. "Hyungie, Taehyung’s too sick for food.. His lips turned white after a couple bites, and he hardly forced it down.. what are we gonna do?"

"We'll get him some mineral water or something to replace food until his stomach settles. Why don't you go help Hoba? He didn't eat yet. He said he wanted to check on Jungkookie first." Jin heart sinks at the fact he couldn't even hold down soup, but didn't want Jimin knowing how worried he felt, quickly changing the subject.

"Alright. I'll go check on them." Jimin leaves to Jungkooks room relieved to see at least one of their patients eating. "Hobi-hyungie let me do it. You almost fainted at practice.. you need to eat."

"Oh..right.. I need to eat too." Hobi says, despite the fact he didn't feel hungry. It must be all the stress..

Hobi lied to himself. He refused to admit he was getting sick. Not when the two youngest were coughing up a storm and unable to eat. He leaves to the kitchen to get some kimchi Kongnamul guk.

"Oh good, you are eating. I was worried you'd be too busy caring for the others. I already had to force Jimin to sit and eat before seeing Voo." Jin smiles when he sees J-hope take a bite."

The warm broth soothed his sore throat, taking a few bites before talking. "What about Namjoonie and Yoongi-hyung?"

"Namjoon-ah said he wanted to sleep more and Yoongi went to the store." Jin explained. "I'll get Yoongi when he gets back and Namjoon when he wakes up. He's been working all nighters on the bonus track trying to make it usable before the album drop. I'm surprised he's not the one sick."

Hobi only eats half of the soup he put in the bowl, filling up quickly. The food felt uncomfortable in his stomach. "I'm finished. I'm gonna go lay down too. I want to get up early to help Joon with the song."

"Good idea. I wish I was better at songwriting so I could help." Jin admits. "Good luck."

Yoongi was a light sleeper, jolting awake when he hears the toliet seat smack against the porcelain bowl. "Aiigo..Taehyungie.." he rushed to the bathroom, slowing for a moment perplexed when he heard J-hope gagging, not Taehyung. "Hoba?"

It didn't matter which it was. He still opens the bathroom door, kneeling beside the ailing teammate. "It's okay, hyung is here.." Yoongi gently pulls Hobi's hair back with an elastic hair tie, rubbing his back.

Hobi goes to speak, but ends up burping up sick, eyes watering as the smell of his own Vomit sends his stomach whirling, pushing up mouthfuls of thick bile without breaks to breathe.

"Breathe Hoseok..you'll hurt yourself.." Yoongi urges Hobi. "Please try.."

Hobi tries to obey, but when he breaths in, his throat fills with sick, spraying it all over the toliet. He whimpers, head spinning making it hard to even keep sitting up right. "Hyung.." he whimpered, feeling himself sway despite his death grip around the toliet bowl. Yoongi wraps around him to keep him upright.

"I got you.. it's okay.." Yoongi could feel Hobi trembling in his arms as he pushes up everything he had left in his stomach, continuing to dry heave even after he had nothing left to give.

"Hoba..hoba...Hoseok-ah.... hey..you need to breathe.." Yoongi's voice was filled with panic when he feels Hobi get heavier in his arms. "Sh*t.. Hyungie! HYUNG..."

The sound of Yoongi's scream wakes up the house, Namjoon, Jin, Jimin and Taehyung rushing to see what was wrong.

"What happened Yoongi?" Jin is the first to ask, eyes widening when he sees Hobi Iimp in his arms.

"Hoba fainted.. he just..kept trying to throw up without taking a breath and then he just stopped.." Yoongi explains talking quickly, cradling the now unconscious Hobi in his arms as Hobi's body works overtime to catch up on oxygen it desperately needed.

"We can get him to a hospital if he doesn't wake up within a minute or two.. he probably just hyperventilated." Jin speaks calmly despite his heart thumping hard in his chest, eyes dilated in fear."Taehyungie, you should be in bed." Jin scolds him. "Jiminie, Joonie take him to bed. Me and Yoongi can handle this."

"No.. no let me stay until Hobi-hyung wakes up..I'm okay." Taehyung begs with tears filling his eye,ignoring the fact without the doorframe to lean on he wouldn't be able to stand. "Please..?"

"Tete..Tete, hyung.. is okay..i..I just.." Hobi tried to speak, but he was still struggling to catch his breath, continuing to pant with each word"Go..go..back.. to bed.. I'll..I'll come lay with you in a minute.." The last part came easier, sitting upright to help himself breathe easier.

"Are you sure you're okay Hoba?" Namjoon asks, looking over Hobi. "You still look pale."

"Yeah. I'm fine. I just..freaked out because I couldn't breathe which only made it worse..I'm sorry..I didn't mean to scare everyone.." Hobi bows his head, shakily making it to his feet. "I'm feeling better now.."

"I still think you should go to a hospital.." Yoongi speaks softly, breath still coming out strained.

Hobi hugs onto Yoongi. "I'm sorry I scared you.. I'm okay though. I feel sore, but I don't feel like I'll be sick anymore.."

"But what if it doesn't last? What if you do later?" Jimin frets, eyes widening with fear.

"If I do then I'll go.. until then I'll cuddle with Tete." Hobi smiles.

#bts sickfic #bts boys #bts #bts fanfic #bts sickie #bts taehyung #bts namjoon #bts jhope #bts jungkook #bts jimin #bts yoongi #bts jin #sick!fic #bts emeto #bts sick fic #sick!jungkook #sick!taehyung #sick!hoseok #kpop sickfic #bts sope #bts taekook

[sickiesope]

Hello!! Huge fan of your work! Thanks for all the amazing stories:)

Could I request a sick Yoongi and Hoseok who came down with a sneezy cold after a photoshoot in the rain. It is autumn and both are feeling cold. They kind of take care of each other. Yoongi wakes up with a fever as Hoseok slips under his blankets. He welcomes the younger warmly.

Omgg this request is soo cute! 🥰 I'm uhhh, still not that good at writing snz but I tried my best here! 😅

Autumn night

Sickies: Yoongi and Hoseok

Caretakers: Yoongi and Hoseok

Hoseok and Yoongi stand in front of the trees with orange and yellow leaves. They're wearing all black and sporting long wool coats. They both embrace each other and the photographer loves their acting. "Yes, that's perfect! Take a few more like that!"

But Hoseok and Yoongi aren't acting; they're actually getting cold and huddling together. But if it also fits the theme of their photos, then that's a nice bonus. The rain came down more than predicted and they just did a fall themed photoshoot.

"Alright, that's a wrap! It's coming down pretty hard."

Yoongi and Hoseok both sigh in relief but also can't wait to see how the pictures turn out. It's been a long day but that's the life of an idol.

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"Well my hair got wetter than I wanted" Yoongi sighs. "But it was still fun!"

Hoseok takes off his wool coat that's now quite damp. He's feeling cold and that wasn't helping. His voice sounds a bit funny "I think my nose is kinda stuffed." *sniffle*

"Yeah, I'm not feeling so hot either" Yoongi is also sniffling to his own dismay.

"I think we were outside for a little too long.. I can't believe we did that in the rain!"

Hoseok and Yoongi help dry each other off. Hoseok pat dries Yoongi's head with a soft fluffy towel, careful not to mess up his hair more. Yoongi gently pat dries Hobi's face. The younger kept looking up and getting rain in his eyes, which Yoongi found hilarious. After a long day outside they're both ready to hit the hay.

****

Yoongi is trying to get comfortable in bed but having great difficulty. He keeps randomly waking up and his head feels warm. He's certain that he's catching some kind of cold. He also keeps sneezing and blowing his stuffed up nose, which has been quite annoying.

Hoseok lightly knocks on Yoongi's door that's ajar. "Hyung?" he murmurs.

Yoongi gets startled at the sudden noise but once he sees it's Hoseok he relaxes his shoulders. "Hoba, you're still up too?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry hyung but I can't sleep..and I'm not feeling too well.." the younger says in a small voice.

Yoongi looks at him understanding "awwh, I know what you mean Hoba. Come lay in bed with me, I'm so cold." Yoongi lifts up the blankets and shifts over a bit. Hoseok smiles happily taking the invite. He joins Yoongi in bed and they cuddle together for warmth.

"Hyung, I think you have a slight fever" Hoseok notices. "I think--" he's cut off by a loud messy sneeze. "Ugh, oh my god" Hoseok takes several tissues, not wanting to be seen. Hoseok lost count of how much he's blown his nose. "My nose is a runny faucet. We're gonna need another box!"

When Hoseok gets up to find a new one he's tiptoeing and trying hard not to sneeze too loud. He feels another one coming and tries to muffle it hiding in his arm but doesn't go too well. Hoseok looks at his other members' doors, worried that they'll come out and scold him for making too much noise. But surprisingly no one does to his relief.

While he's up Hoseok makes them both chamomile tea. "Here, hyung" the dancer hands him his mug. "This should help warm us up."

"Ah, thank you Hoba" Yoongi murmurs, smiling cordially. He takes small sips and likes the warmth of it going down.

"I took out the extra blanket. Its fleece so it's soft and comfortable." Yoongi wraps it around Hoseok and himself and they snuggle. "I hope we didn't wake anyone with our sneezing."

#bts sickfic #sick!yoongi #sick!hoseok #caretaker!yoongi #caretaker!hoseok #request #bts snz

[setsuuestsu]

2. Taking Over the Counter Medicine

It was thankfully a long break from university for two weeks because of Christmas and Yoongi was excited (though he tried not to show it) because he and Hoseok had made a lot of plans for that evening, the day school ends. First up was ice skating, which neither of them have ever tried so who knows how well it was going to go, but as long as it was with Hoseok, Yoongi was content. 

“Yoongi-hyung!” he heard in the distance. He turned around and saw Hoseok running through the snow, getting caught in the deep powder every other step. He did eventually make it to where Yoongi stood to wrap his arms around the younger male once he made it through the snow. “It’s cold!”

“You wouldn’t be as cold if you wore a proper jacket for once, Seok-ah.”

The younger male grinned cheekily. “But they’re not fashionable, hyung! They make me look puffy!”

“Don’t come crying to me when you get sick.” Yoongi grumbled, knowing full-well that he absolutely would fuss over Hoseok once the younger inevitably fell sick. 

He took Hoseok’s cold hands in his gloved ones and rubbed them slightly. “Should we head back to the apartment first?”

Hoseok nodded, sending Yoongi his heart-shaped smile and swinging their hands slightly as the two walked. He let Yoongi unlock the door to their shared apartment and immediately flopped onto the couch as soon as the door was opened. “I’m so tired!”

The elder of the two frowned. “Do you still want to go out tonight? We can go tomorrow if you’re tired.”

“No, no! We can go tonight! I’m just gonna close my eyes for a minute now … I felt pretty tired during classes today.” Hoseok yawned slightly and shut his eyes. His face relaxed as his mind shut off. *

“hHA-Tshii!” 

“Bless you, Seok.”

“Thanks.” Hoseok rubbed his eyes as he sat up from the couch. He sniffles slightly. 

“Will you be ready to go soon?” Yoongi asks, not looking up from his phone. He’s trying to book ahead for the ice skating since it’s a Friday night and most likely going to be crowded.

Hoseok sneezes again into the blanket Yoongi draped over him, frowning and looking as if the blanket offended him. Cute. “Gimme a few minutes. I want to put something warmer on.”

A hum in reply. Yoongi opened a game on his phone and plopped himself onto the couch to wait for Hoseok. He heard Hoseok cough from his bedroom.

“Seok-ah?” Yoongi called, slightly worried. 

“‘M fine, hyung! Just choked on air!”

Yoongi’s worry didn’t quell, but he let it rest for now. He waited another two minutes and then Hoseok came out of his room, bundled in a jacket and a scarf wrapped all the way up to his nose.

“You finally listened to me, Seok-ah? Yoongi joked, taking in the younger’s appearance.

“Hm, kind of cold.” Hoseok said nonchalantly, pulling his gloves on. 

“Are you ready to go?” Yoongi asked, praying that Hoseok wasn’t getting sick. The younger was known to harbor any illness he caught for at least a week and Yoongi hated seeing Hoseok so miserable. 

Hoseok nodded, taking Yoongi by the hand and pulling him out the door. “I’m excited!”

Their apartment wasn’t too far from the outdoor ice skating rink but Yoongi felt Hoseok shivering despite the three layers he could see him wearing. And Hoseok was sniffling or muffling a small cough every couple minutes, a telltale sign that Hoseok wasn’t feeling well. It was only making Yoongi more concerned. 

They were about halfway there when Yoongi slowed down, pulling on Hoseok’s hand softly to get him to stop.

“Hyungie?” Hoseok’s voice was laced with congestion and he looked exhausted to say the least.

Yoongi led him over to a bench and gently pushed him into sitting down. He sat next to Hoseok, placing a hand on the younger’s forehead. “You’re not feeling well, aren’t you?”

Hoseok all but crumpled into Yoongi’s embrace. “Hyungie …”

“We can go another day, we have all of break to go.”  *

Thankfully, it wasn’t too serious. It seemed that Hoseok had only caught a cold and the fever had just come along. Once they had returned back to the apartment, the poor boy had been sneezing and coughing every three minutes.

Yoongi walked over to where Hoseok was bundled up on the couch with a package of cold tablets. “Take one? It’ll make you feel better.”

Without a fight, Hoseok took the tablet from Yoongi’s hand and placed it in his mouth, frowning. 

“hh-hhETShiew!”

“Bless you, honey.” Yoongi stated, grabbing a tissue from the coffee table and handing it to the younger.

He watched as Hoseok squirmed a little on the couch to make himself comfortable and closed his eyes. Once he was certain Hoseok was asleep (snoring softly), he carefully lifted the younger’s upper body and slid underneath him, taking Hoseok’s head and resting it on his chest. 

Hopefully Hoseok wouldn’t wake up with the flu tomorrow.

#bts #bts jhope #j hope bts #sick!hoseok #jhope fanfic #bangtan jhope #Snz #hobi snz #Hoseok sneeze #Jhope sneeze #Hobi sick #Cold maybe flu

[sneakykpopblog]

Purple Everywhere

(Inspired by what Hobi said, I’m sorry, I’m on a road trip and feeling very creative)

Sickie: Hoseok

Caretaker: Yoongi

1k words

Warnings: Vomiting, alcohol, drunkenness

Yoongi should have known better than to let Hoseok have “one more sip” (not a sip, and not just one) of wine. Not when his eyes were already that droopy and he had only spoken three words in the past twenty minutes (“yeah”, “uh-huh”, and “yep”, respectively).

Now he looked even more out of it, and Yoongi feared he might not be feeling well because he’d stopped idly snacking and was just sitting there like he was in a trance: a distinctly unpleasant one.

“Are you okay?” Yoongi hardly dared to ask at this point.

“Yeah…”

Not a minute later, Hoseok bolted up from the table and ran. He disappeared around the corner, but that didn’t stop Yoongi from hearing the sickening splatter that meant he hadn’t quite made it. Yoongi got up as well to find Hoseok braced with one arm against the wall, almost falling into the brightly-colored mess on the floor.

“Oh.”

Hoseok heaved again, and Yoongi wrinkled up his nose. Purple, all over his nice rug, and the floor, too. Ha. Purple. And a little on the baseboard, too, how nice.

“Sorry,” Hoseok rasped.

“Are you done?”

“Hmm…”

“Bathroom.” Hoseok didn’t move. “Bathroom, Hoseok.” Yoongi took him firmly by the arm and half-supported, half-dragged him into the bathroom and lowered him to the floor in front of the toilet. “Stay here. If you need to throw up again, right there.”

Hoseok looked mournful.

“I’m coming back,” said Yoongi, just in case his drunk friend got any ideas of trying to stand up and follow him. “Stay right here.”

It wouldn’t be the fist time Yoongi had cleaned vomit off a floor because someone had overestimated their ability to run to a bathroom in time. (Sometimes that someone had been himself. And poor Jimin after the American Fried Fish Incident)

“I can- I can clean,” Hoseok called from the bathroom in a voice as wobbly as a candle flame on a windy day.

“You’re drunk.”

“Okay.”

The floor and the baseboard were easy. The rug… Yoongi didn’t like its chances to not be purple forever, but maybe a thorough deep-cleaning could salvage it. At least it wasn’t white.

Hoseok sounded pretty miserable in the bathroom, and Yoongi stuck his head in to make sure he wasn’t dying. He wasn’t. He was, however, hunched over throwing up again, thankfully over the toilet this time. Yoongi moved the rug to be better dealt with later, threw away his cleaning gloves, and scrubbed his hands like Lady Macbeth. Then he got a cup of water from the kitchen and went back to Hoseok.

“I threw up again,” said Hoseok sadly.

“Yeah.” Yoongi offered him the water. “Rinse your mouth.”

Hoseok shied away from the water and gagged over the toilet again, this time only bringing up a little purplish liquid. It sounded painful anyway. Yoongi rubbed gently between his shoulder blades.

“Ew,” said Hoseok eloquently when he was done.

Yoongi offered him the water again, which he made a face at.

“Just rinse your mouth.”

Hoseok looked bewildered. “Like mouthwash?”

“Exactly.”

Hoseok struggled to get up, but he didn’t get very far.

“Where are you going?”

“To rinse?”

“Right here.” Yoongi succeeded in getting him to take the cup.

“The sink…”

“You can spit in the toilet. It’s okay.”

Hoseok made a disgusted face at it. “That’s gross.”

“You already threw up in it.”

“You’re right.”

He rinsed his mouth without any further complaint, but Yoongi knew the hardest part was still to come.

“I bet you want to sleep,” he said sweetly.

“Yeahhhh…. I’m so floppy.” Hoseok demonstrated this by flopping over and forcing Yoongi to catch him. Water sloshed out of the cup in his hand. “Oops.”

“Don’t worry,” said Yoongi. “Two sips of that and you can lay down.”

“Don’t wanna.”

“Well, you need to.”

“Can I blow my nose?”

Yoongi gave him a tissue for the purpose and tried to ignore him, which was hard with Hoseok still leaning awkwardly into him.

“Ugh, did I puke through my nose?”

“Probably a little. That’s pretty normal,” he added quickly. “Drinking water helps.”

“Don’t wanna throw up again.”

“You won’t,” Yoongi (probably) lied.

Hoseok looked incredulous, but he was drunk and trusting, and he drank a few sips of water without further argument. After a moment’s thought, Yoongi helped him to his feet and led him by the hand to his guest room, where he made him sit down on the bed and tucked him in in his clothes.

“I can sleep on the couch,” said Hoseok.

“It’s easier to change sheets than to clean a couch. I’m much happier this way.”

“Mmm.” Hoseok snuggled a pillow.

“I’ll be right back. Stay awake.” He brought a trash can to put by the side of the bed and water for the bedside table. “If you need to throw up any more, try to use the trash can.” As a precaution, Yoongi dragged the other rug out of harm’s way.

“Okay. Are you mad at me?”

“I’m not mad. I’d just rather not have to clean my floor again.”

“Okay, thanks. Sorry.”

He was too cute to be mad at anyway. Yoongi smoothed his unruly hair. “It’s okay.”

Hoseok leaned a little into his touch. “Staying?”

He should probably keep an eye on him. “Okay. I need to change real quick.”

He felt a little guilty for making Hoseok sleep in his clothes, but helping someone that drunk change was outside Yoongi’s skill set. He expected Hoseok to already be asleep when he returned, but he was still awake to make grabby hands at him when he climbed into bed. Yoongi indulged him and gave his hand a warm little squeeze.

“You’re so niiiice.”

Yoongi felt a little flash of warmth. “You’re easy to be nice to. Go to sleep.”

“M’really drunk.”

“Yeah. Face that way, I’ll rub your back.”

Hoseok gave him a dopey smile.

“You have to turn around, though.”

It took a minute for Hoseok to register what he’d said, but eventually he did flop ungracefully onto his other side. Now hopefully safer from the possibility of being thrown up on in the night, Yoongi lightly scratched Hoseok’s back until he fell asleep, which was only about a minute.

In the morning, a mostly lucid and very apologetic Hoseok offered to get his rug cleaned, and Yoongi took him up on it.

#bts sickfic #sick!hoseok #caretaker!yoongi

[sickybubbies]

A/n: lil drabble since i’m a sucker for mpreg and sope ahahaha 

I think my writing has improved? Please let me know if it has/hasn’t! 

Tw: slightly graphic depiction of vomit, male pregnancy 

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Yoongi hums to himself, absentmindedly as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes. His fingers wring around Hoseok’s, giving them a generous squeeze while he’s at it and bringing it up to his pouty, pink lips. He purses them, a bit retaliated as it colides with the medicinal tape wrapped over the top of his hand. “My poor baby..” He coos and yawns again. 

It isn’t his fault that they’re camped out in the dim, plain and bleak hospital room and Yoongi had no right to complain. In fact, they were there for good reasons. Hoseok was finally in labor, the two just hours away from greeting their miracle baby that the two desperately hoped and prayed for.  The man shook off the slumber that’s threatening to overtake him, replacing it with some comforting and doting actions instead. Yoongi leans down, his lips pressing into the baby bump whilst his hand cups under it. “So proud of you.” He whispers, feeling it tense and contract from under the hospital gown. 

It makes Hoseok stir, a small groan escaping from his lips as his eyes begin to flicker open. His head is fogged, he can’t register anything but a familiar pain that gradually intensifies. Instantly, his eyes dart for Yoongi and squint in a helpless, sad manner. Yoongi is quick to console. “Hey, hey bug, it’s okay” His voice is calm, smooth and velvety while Hoseok reaches for him.  Arms are strung around shoulders, Hoseok pressing his cheek firmly into Yoongi’s bicep as he squeezes him with a whimper. “I-It’s happening again..”  Yoongi lifts his head, whilst propping his chin against the younger’s matted hair his eyes steer over to the machine a couple inches away from the hospital bed. Gridded paper is scratching out in steady beats, stiff peaks forming along the chart and measuring the contraction from the belt strapped to Hoseok’s engorged belly. “I know, I see it” He assures his boyfriend, pulling him closer and rubbing gently along his spine. “You’re okay, deep breaths, Count to 10 with me” 

“1..owww!” Hoseok cries, his stomach seizing more. He pants, heavy and laboured against Yoongi’s support. “Agh fuck, fuck!” He hides his face into his boyfriend’s chest, muffling the pained profanities as the fiery sensation soars across his stomach and makes it spasm. His belly grumbles lowly, breaking into a thin layer of sweat as he feels nausea coil around his insides because of all the discomfort.  “I’ve got you, jeez Hobi, I thought it couldn’t get any worse than the last one you had.” Yoongi spurts aimlessly, holding his lover in his arms and cringing at the sounds his laboring boyfriend was projecting. He cares less about dignity, pulling apart the curtains of behind his gown and begins to rub circles into Hoseok’s bare back going as low as where his rear begins. “There’s still ice, do you want any ice, love?” He offers. 

Ice does seem like it would sooth Hoseok’s stomach, if he wasn’t met with a splurge of acid when he burps silently. The nausea hits him like a thunderclap, drool threatening to spill out of his mouth. He shakes his head. “I’m gonna vomit.” He responds thickly.  Yoongi frowns, pulling away from Hoseok as he stays upright and stiff. He reaches for the bowl on the nightstand next to his stool, tucking it under his chin. “Here, get it all in this Hobi.” His fingers splay around the side and bend under the bowl, holding it close for him and sweeping any hair back. 

Hoseok’s face contorts, saliva layering his tongue. “H’Argh!-” He belches, vomit spilling into the tub with his head ducking inwards, Yoongi remains rigid, on the inside his heart is clenching. Hoseok looks like he’s had an out-of-body experience in the brief moment, his eyes wide and dazed as it trickles out of his ajar mouth.  “Let it all out, nice and easy” Yoongi interjects, even though it isn’t looking that easy at all. He pats between Hoseok’s shoulder blades, which are riling up for another round. Yoongi watches as his tounge juts past his bottom lip, curling inwards like a shovel and vomit begins to pour out of it alongside a deep gurgle from his throat. “That’s it bug, good job. You’re doing okay”  He stretches for a wad of napkins, they rest against Hoseok’s shoulder as he gets steadied and doesn’t dive into the vomit with how harshly he’s lurching forward. Yoongi was now desensitized because of Hoseok’s morning sickness throughout the pregnancy, he could stand and watch the gore unphased.  “Hrrph!-” Hoseok retches again, more stomach liquid spraying out of him, he’s convinced the contraction is pushing up more than needs to come out towards his esophageous and hopes it stops soon. The vomit tapers into small streams, resorting in his stomach twisting as he dry heaves over the bowl. “Are you done?” Yoongi asks beside him.  “I-I think so..” Hoseok coughs and splutters, choking on a dry heave. He draws in a breath, lungs no longer feeling robbed of it’s function like it was with the vomiting. He feels Yoongi press napkins against his wet, sticky lips, wiping away any residue and starts to lean back into the pillows again.  Yoongi stares at the stomach contents, it’s mostly water and stomach bile that’s been brought up. He can’t wait to give him real food soon, which hopefully wouldn’t make an appearance hereafter. “I’ll go tip this out, how’s the contraction?”  The reciepient nods, leaning into Yoongi as he places a gentle kiss to the crown of his head and twindles some of his hair. “Better,” He hums, arms caving around his baby bump as he watches the older leave to the adjacent bathroom and Hoseok sighs. He anticipated a baby in his arms and no more vomit spells in just a while. 

#bts sickfic #tw: vomit #tw mpreg #sick!hoseok #caring!yoongi #bts emeto

[soft-for-yoongi]

Hi I know you mostly wrote for Jungkook, but now that Hobi is in military service I have missed him most, and lately I can't find new Fics to read. So is it possible to ask for one where Hoseok is sick, probably not that bad, but you know, a bad bug a lot of tummy ache and a lot of vomiting?

If it's possible I would love for Jungkook to be the caretaker, like for example Hoseok visiting Jungkook in his home, but he already has a bad bug, and while doing karaoke or something to spend their day together Hobi has like first a lot of tummy noises and upsets, like his belly really hurts, but he tells Kookie he just ate too much, but then he starts throwing up on Jks bathroom and he is ashamed to be messing his bathroom but his cute bunny friend just reassured him, and now feels honored to be able to take care of his older bro.

If this is imposible sorry about this ask and feel free to ignore me!!

Thanks for all your great works out there!! I'm enjoying them so much!! 🫶🏽

Hobi-hyung? (Sick HS)

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Sick: Hoseok

Caretaker: Jungkook

Tw: vom*****, mentions of nausea, stomach pain, descriptions of illness, fevers, emeto

Word count: 870

(AH, this is for all the armys missing J-hope 🫶 I will forever love that man)

(Thanks for the submission nonnie!!!!! I loved this!! I'm glad you're enjoying my works!!! It means a lot 🥰)

(I'm a bit nervous because this is my first time writing sick Hobi 🤧)

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Hoseok, the ray of sunshine he is, has always been making the effort to come over and visit each of his members. Now with the solo projects, they have reduced to mainly messaging each other, but of course, J-hope has to vist them every other week at least. They're his brothers after all.

A couple hours before heading to Jungkook's house, a dull ache formed in Hoseok's stomach, he took some medicine and a few antacids and hoped that would do it. Now at Jungkook's house, his stomach is still hurting but he easily keeps it from showing visibly on his face.

"Euphorrriiiaaaaaaa~~~ ha~~~ ha~ hæă~~" Jungkook cackles at Hoseok's attempt to hit the notes of his song, butchering it only slightly. Although, when his voice is warmed up, the rapper proves to be a decent vocalist.

Jungkook continues the song with minimal effort, it's muscle memory for the younger anyways. With Jungkook distracted, Hoseok palms his stomach, giving it a soft rub. He then takes a sip out of his beer, probably a bad idea. His mouth is lined with a strange coating, making him feel icky and sick.

Jungkook continues singing another song and Hoseok forces himself to bust a few moves, doing whatever comes to mind. He doesn't want to over exert himself but also doesn't want to worry Jungkook.

The two of them dance and sing along to music, Jungkook's silky voice and Hoseok's (sightly) strained one. Eventually they're both puffed out and Jungkook pauses the music. Well Hoseok is a little more than puffed out, his middle started cramping and all the movements are riling up his stomach. They sit on the couch, sipping their drinks. A relative silence falls over them and Hoseok's stomach gives a menacing gurgle.

Jungkook's eyebrows go up, "was that your stomach, hyung?" The youngest giggles, "oh–yeah I think I ate too much." Hoseok laughs, hoping Jungkook won't look into it. The youngest gives him sceptical look but seems to brush it off. Although Hoseok's hand glued to his middle doesn't help convince Jungkook that he's fine.

"You want an antacid or something, hyung?" Jungkook asks, eyes on the tv as he scrolls for something they can watch. There's mild concern in his voice but Jungkook knows Hoseok can run into tummy issues from time to time.

"Yeah actually, are they in the bathroom?" Hoseok replies and by Jungkook's face, he didn't expect the older to take up his offer. "Yep, I'll show you. It's in one of the cupboards." Jungkook stands and Hoseok follows him to the hall bathroom.

While Jungkook rummages through various drawers and cabinets, Hoseok has to hold the edge of the counter to not fold in half as his stomach clenches. It feels like it's trying to turn inside out and Hoseok cringes. His breath hitches and 3/4 of the colour is drained from Hoseok's face.

"Ah! Here it is—they should make you feel better, Hobi-hyung—woah, are you okay? You've gone pale hyung?" Jungkook frowns, concerned as he watches Hoseok attempt to smile. The rapper opens his mouth to reassure the youngest but quickly spins around and lifts the toilet seat up.

Hoseok coughs before a wet gag seizes him. Jungkook is flustered but is quick to sooth his hyung. He traces along his spine and rubs Hoseok's sides. "Let it out hyung. You should've told me you were feeling this bad..." Jungkook pouts. Hoseok feels terrible, sick to his stomach but also guilty that he's sick in Jungkook's house and the younger has to take care of him.

Hoseok winces and his stomach cramps up before sending a wave of puke into the toilet. It startles Hoseok and Jungkook. "That's it, you'll feel better." Jungkook reels his mind for other things he can do to help his hyung and suddenly becomes aware of the unnatural heat coming from under Jungkook's palm.

He places a hand on the older's forehead in time for him to jerk with more vomit. "You have a fever, Hobi-hyungie..." Jungkook says, sad he hadn't noticed the older's condition earlier. "Don't—don't worry, k-Kook I'm fine–" the dancer tries, failing and throwing himself back over the toilet.

"Don't say silly things Hobi-hyung." Jungkook says, fetching a thermometer from the medicine cabinet, eyeing Hoseok so he doesn't fall into the toilet water. Hoseok gets a small break and pants quietly. His stomach is churning and still hurts, usually a bad sign. He feels something press into the centre of his forehead and a beep that follows. "38.7° well, that's not good." Jungkook says, mainly to himself.

"I'm sorry Kook-ah.." Hoseok slurs, grabbing a wad of toilet paper and cleaning up his mouth and the toilet seat. "I've made a mess of your bathroom.." the older says, guilt laced in his voice.

"Ayy, hyungie. Don't say that. I'm honoured to take care of you and my bathroom needed cleaning anyway, don't worry about it." Jungkook smiles, pulling Hoseok into a side-hug.

"Cmere hyung, let's get you into bed and medicated." Jungkook's muscles flex as he assists Hoseok off the floor. Hoseok feels a rush of gratitude that they all taught Jungkook so well. To be so caring and accommodating.

"Thank you, Kookie."

"You're welcome, hyung."

#bts #soft-for-yoongi writes #bts!sickfic #emeto #emeto mention #jungkook #bangtan #hoseok #sick!hoseok #caretaker!jungkook #sick #emeto fic #vomit mention #vomiting #sickfic #stomach ache #comfort

[caleb-alfa-centauri]

Baby's tum-tum hurts

BTS Sope Sick fic/ Little space

Warning: Sick fic, Hoseok in little space and out of it. Yoongi his boyfriend and caretaker. Past trauma, abuse, and safe little space.

Mention of emeto, abdominal pain, cramping, scat, burping, explicit diarrhea description. Non sexual, non kinky. Abdominal medical and doctor play examination. Medical mentioned. Doctors medical devices, sad baby, bloated belly, gassy, noisy tummy, Hurt-comfort.

Summary:

Hoseok wakes up early to go to work, Yoongi is having a bath, but Hoseok discovers he doesn't feel good. His stomach hurts a lot, and whenever he feels sick, his coping mechanism is to go into little space.

Yoongi is his boyfriend, and when his boyfriend is in little space, he makes the role as an older brother, who takes care of baby Hobi.

Yoongi knows his boyfriend would slip into his little space mindset when he is tired, overwhelmed, sad, or most common sick.

Hoseok had woken up, as soon as he try to sit in bed, he felt sick all over, his stomach hurt a lot, he felt nauseated, and his abdomen was cramping badly.

He returned to bed, and knowing he had an awesome partner, boyfriend and caretaker, he left himself slip into his little space. Little Hobi felt so sick, he curled in a ball, and began to sob quietly.

Yoongi had went out the shower, and he couldn't find his boyfriend in the kitchen, usually je would be making breakfast for both, or trying to shower as well. He walk to the bed, fearing his boyfriend was sick.

"Baby?" He asked noticing the younger one still in bed.

"Yoonie?" The little one asked, it was a name for Yoongi, when Hobi was in little space head. "Yoon...." The little baby sob.

Yoongi understood his little one was sick, but he didn't knew how severe it was. He needed to call in sick for both, but he couldn't call their work, until he knew what was ailing his baby boy.

"Baby Hobi, what's wrong my little baby?" He asked even softer, he say beside Hobi in bed. The little boy had his arms surrounding his torso. "Tell Hyungie what's wrong...."

"Hyungie....Yoonie... Hobi's tum-tum hults...." The little one said, his voice sad.

"Oh no, again? Baby, come here, Yoonie will take care of it for you, probably you just had something bad for dinner, with a tummy rub and medicine we can solve it. " Yoongi told him patiently, soft and caring. "Come here, sit on Hyungie's legs, here I can rub your small baby tum-tum."

Hobi moved outside the bed, the little one sat on his Hyungie's legs where he felt safe, but when Yoongi was about to touch his abdomen to see the damage, the little poor baby, who was so sick, couldn't even tell his older brother, his tummy was hurting to much.

Baby Hobi felt his belly churning,he could feel a lot of movement, bubbling and pain before it happened. He heard his tummy going Wilde with awful noises.

Yoongi heard the bubbling coming loud and strong from his little one's tummy, and the next thing he knew was his poor baby, was having explosive diarrhea on top of both.

The brown hot gush of liquid came from little Hobi's butt, in seconds both were covered with the little one's diarrhea fluids.

Hobi began to cry hard, the little one kept on sobbing and screaming his lungs, his tummy felt so bad, he couldn't stop from whaling.

Yoongi had to carry him to the bath tube, they shower and bathed, then he cleaned their clothes and bed sheets, he replaced them for other ones, and when they were clean and done, he brought his little one to the bed, Hobi had a diaper, and a pajama with bears,the t-shirt was a children shirt he loved wearing in little space. But his tummy was so bloated the shirt was all stretched out. He had stopped crying at least.

"Yoon Hyungie....Hobi is sorry... tummy ouchie...poo poo came ...sorry..." He said shyly.

"Don't worry baby, is not my little baby's fault. Baby Hobi's poor and sick tum-tum needs medicine. How are you feeling baby? Is it too painful?" Yoongi asked, he smile warmly but he was worrying like crazy. He hate watching his little one in pain, and he was tired from cleaning the diarrhea.

Hobi nod so sad. "Yoonie, Hobi's tum-tum hurts. .." the little one said his little hands on top of his distended tummy. Even though he was sad, even in little space Hobi was always positive and happy, so he had try to smile for his Hyungie who he loved so much. "Tum-tum...roars....gurg....gurg... tummy is angy..."

When Yoongi had bathed his little one, he had noticed how distended was his poor stomach, the baby boy had a canon ball for stomach, a bowling ball on the stomach, or even a pregnant looking abdomen. This concerned him a lot. His baby Hobi was bloated and so swollen. And the poor abdominal surface kept on producing awful sounds.

"Baby Hobi's tum-tum needs to be seen by a doctor. Baby I'll make a tummy doctor appointment again, so you can have that poor sick painful tummy examine again, I'll call your special doctor, he has to listen to this angry tummy. Yes baby?" Yoongi told his little one, he was sitting beside the poor distended boy.

"No Yoonie, pwease no....Hobi don wan to.... Doctors hult... tum-tum.....nooo pwease no..." The small child complain miserable. The poor baby hated his "tummy doctor" his gastroenterologist knew about his little space and treated him like a baby boy. But he hated having his tummy all examine everywhere around and on the inside.

In all that time his poor sick belly haven't stop from doing all those awful sick sounds. Everything was moving inside of his small but distended poor tummy.

"Oh, don't cry baby, Yoonie needs to take his baby to the tummy doctor. Can you hear that baby?" He asked concerned he placed his ear delicate over his baby's poor ballooned stomach.

Hobi nod. "Is Hobi's tum-tum...my tum-tum is noisy....Yoonie.... tum-tum doesn't feels good...." He said, his baby hands pressed against the noisy big abdomen. "Yoonie....is Hobi pwegnant ...? Hobi's tum-tum is so big...." Hobi said excited, he was so curious he was drumming his baby bloated massively distended abdomen like a little drum, using little hands.

Yoongi giggled at his little one curiosity and imagination, Hoseok was always so full or energy, curiosity and excitement even been sick. "No sweetheart, Hobi is just full of air, your tum-tum is so sick, it bloated, so that's why you are so big, little Hobi's tum-tum looks like a balloon." Yoongi kiss the boy in his tiny head and then on the big tummy. "You know why Hobi's tum-tum is so loud baby? Why it has inflated so much? And why it keeps moving so much and hurting?" Yoongi asked to convinced him.

The big tummy gurgling madly, the baby's cheeks turned red. He hated his tum-tum growling.

"tum-tum is sick?" He asked. The baby boy understood Yoongi's point of view.

"Yes my poor baby, little Hobi's tum-tum is so sick, that's why you are having diarrhea too." Yoongi said. Hobi nodded.

"Yoon, Hobi don wanna have tum-tum so sick... tummy ouchie.." .the little one said drumming still his distended abdominal cavity. "Yoonie ... Hobi is afraid....doctor hurts Hobi or tum-tum?"

Yoongi relaxed his baby wasn't crying any longer. He was curious asking. "Want us to play tummy doctor, so you know what your tummy doctor is going to do?" Yoongi Asked having an idea.

Hoseok was excited, he clapped his little handsies. "Yes Yoon Hyun ...Hobi wanna play doctor....."

Yoongi had a medical equipment it was from his cousin who was a doctor, so he placed on the white rob, and using the real stethoscope, he took baby Hobi to other room, where there was an individual bed for guests, and that was just cover with a white sheet to simulate a doctor's examining table.

Yoongi carried his baby, and placed him in the middle of pf the bed. He took a chair next to it. His baby was laughing through the pain, he loved playing doctor.

"Now once we are inside the tummy doctor office, in a bed like this one, the doctor will ask questions. Like this. Little baby Hobi, how is your tummy? Do you have pain? Tummy troubles? Do you have nausea, diarrhea or vomit?"

"I see Yoonie....Yes Doctol Yoons... Hobi tum-tum is so sick....Tum is big... Hults...is noisy....moves a lot....and Hobi did poo poo before...." Hobi the cute boy said playing doctor with his Yoonie Huingie.

"Perfect, that was easy..."

"Is that all?" Hobi asked unsure and excited thinking it was over.

"No my cute baby, my baby boy, next is examining Hobi's poor tummy...."

Hobi was sad again. "Does it hults?"

"No baby, look, as Hobi's poor tummy makes a lot of bad tummy noises, your tummy doctor needs to hear your tummy, he will placed a little device, that is cold but it doesn't hurts, over baby's tum-tum, he will listen all those tummy sounds...." Yoongi explained patiently.

"How Yoonie? Are you also going to listen inside .... Hobi's noisy tum-tum?" The little one asked confused.

"Yes, let's begin, your Doctor will ask you to uncover your pretty stomach. Baby Hobi, can I uncover your tummy to listen inside?" Yoongi asked he placed the stethoscope on, and lifted showing it to Hobi.

"it hurts?"

"No baby, is just cold...." Yoongi said.

His little one nod. And placed his little hands at the sides of his body, so his Yoonie could move his clothes.

He uncovered his little one's horribly distended abdominal surface, his poor baby Hobi's abdomen was so big, it inflated worst, with each breath, the rounded big swollen and protruding stomach, was bursting from how big it had inflated all inside.

Yoongi even had to open his baby's diaper, so he could also hear the most lower belly. The little ones stomach kept on producing horrible abdominal sick noises everywhere and each time he breath.

Hobi was nervous looking how his Hyungie's hands rolled his t-shirt up, he noticed his tummy looked so bad. "Yoonie... tum-tum is so big...is it ugly?" He asked poking his tummy that trembled like jelly.

"No sweetheart, Hobi's tum-tum is the cutest thing, I promise, it's just that, Hobi has a balloon tummy right now, but doctor would also like Hobi's tummy." Yoongi said lying, he felt distress noticing how big his little one's tummy was, all sick and hugely expanded. "Hobi's tummy sounds like a drum or a balloon." he said drumming carefully and soft his baby's poor ballooned stomach it bounced and jumped everywhere. "Doctor will have fun curing your tummy sweetheart."

The child again laugh watching his tummy being drummed in and producing drumming echoes. "Now baby, I'll hear inside, please don't move, and don't talk, Doctor Yoons need silence to listen inside his Hobi." Yoongi took the cold stethoscope that was already warm, and placed it on top of the big abdominal cavity, there he could hear. The turmoil inside his baby boy. He listened everywhere. On his navel, the lower belly, his huge sides, his top belly, and mostly over his bowels.

The little one was curious watching his aching tummy being listen inside with the weird machine. He was quiet and not moving, he felt how the small cold metallic object slides through his balloon stomach. He felt a little shy, he knew his Yoonie Hyungie was listening attentively all those awful noises his tummy did. He felt a little embarrassed.

"Want to hear inside yourself?" Yoongi moved the apparatus to his baby's ears, the small child was excited, big open eyes, gasping in excitement. "Yoonie,.... tum-tum.....noises.....bubbles..... Hobi tum-tum is so mad, is grumpy...."

Baby Hobi have never heard something so awesome he heard bubbling, rumbling, water and bubbles everywhere.

Ones Yoongi finished listening inside his little baby tummy, he continue. "Baby, ones your tummy doctor has finished hearing inside, he needs to touch Hobi's sick and big tum-tum. He will press, touch, poke, prode, and sink his fingers on baby Hobi's tum-tum jelly big surface, like this." Yoongi said explaining everything to his baby sick boy.

"Ow Yoonie, tum-tum hurts.....Does Hobi tummy doc has to listen to my tum-tum? Does he need to touch Hobi in his tum-tum?" The little one said drumming still his stomach.

"Yes, but why baby?" Yoongi said he had stopped palpitations over his poor baby boy's sick and swollen abdominal cavity.

"Tum-tum is big so Hobi is shy ..." The little one admitted feeling shy. "Tum-tum is so noisy..... Tum-tum is so sick....Hobi is embarrassed..... tum-tum so sick, having Tum like this ... Makes Hob nervous..."

"I know baby is uncomfortable but no one expects Hobi to have a healthy Tum baby, Hobi goes to his tummy doctor when he is sick. So doctor would be there expecting us, with you, with the sickest tummy ever. He understands Hobi tummy does noises and is big because baby is sick. In fact Hobi is sensitive in the tummy, so that's why we already have a specialized doctor for your tum sweetheart. He already has listen that cute tummy."

"Okay....Yoonie can we still play doctor before going to real tum-tum doc?" The little one asked.

"Yes my baby.... Then the next step is palpation, doctor would need to feel those organs inside Hobi's tummy so he will press like this everywhere...." Yoongi began to press his baby tummy lightly and feeling each organ inside, moving in circles his hands, all the way from the top, to the lower tummy.

"Ar we done?" Baby asked believing it to be all it was left....

"No my baby, Doctor then needs to drum Hobi's balloony tummy, he needs to drum your cute little drum belly.... It helps doctor asses Hobi's poor tummy condition...."

Hobi was laughing again. "I like...Hyungie ...you drumming my tum-tum..... do it! Pwease play with Hobi's Tum....pwease!" The little one was clapping his hands excitedly.

"Then Hobi, can you breath in, and hold the air inside tum-tum, I want to see that tum-tum-tum getting bigger baby, inflate more that cute balloonie abdomen, all round and cute.....yes like that, hold in like that, come on baby, I know Hobi can do this... Baby boy push the tummy out.....Good boy!"

Hobi was so happy he loved playing with his Hyung, and he loved having the tummy so big, he had began to enjoy having a little balloon shape in his tum-tum. "Hobi is a good boy...." He said pushing even more his noisy and sick huge abdomen......"

Yoongi got even more concerned with the shape it got. It grew so much, and he got even more concerned he had never seen that size on his baby's abdominal distentions over the years.

"Baby close your eyes for me..." Hobi obey, and when he closed his eyes, he took a photograph,he needed his baby's abdomen in display so sick like that to show his baby's tummy special doctor. "Now don't move, Yoonie is going to measure that cute little stomach baby."

Baby Hobi opened his eyes and nod. He was happy watching how his Hyungie measured his belly, placing a tape measure device, under his back and surrounding all his protuberant abdomen.

"New record baby, Hobi's tummy is so big....you can stop pushing now, it must hurt, let me go for something quickly wait here."

Baby nod. Hobi lay there, with his diapers a little open at the waist, and all abdominal in display, he filled the room with his awful abdominal sick noises. He was farting like crazy, but at least he wasn't pooping his diapers yet.

Yoongi had went and called his doctor assistant. Jimin, was Doctor Seokjin's assistant. He ask all the information. Yoongi send the picture,the recording he had take, and the measurements of his little one's abdomen. The doctor said he was so sick, he make a little space to see one of his favorite patient. He said to bring him in after meal time, to see the baby's tummy reactions to his meal, he needed to have a full belly to see if he continue pooping or vomiting.

Yoongi returned to see the room smelled like rotten eggs, and little Hobi was sad. "What's wrong baby? Baby farted? Tummy is so sick right baby?"

Hobi nodded with his cheeks flushed. "Hobi is stinky...." He said and a tear rolled.

"No baby, is just that Hobi tummy is so sick. Tell the doctor your tummy is gassy, he needs to know how bad little Baby's farts smell...." He said rubbing his little one's belly, the big ballooned stomach sagging like jelly.

"Doctor need to know Hobi farts stink?" He asked confused.

"Yes baby, he needs to know, so he can understand why baby's stomach is sick and hurts. Now let's continue, I'll drum your little belly, as the doctor will."

Hobi got happy he clapped his hands. "Yes Hobi loves when Yoonie drums tum-tum..."

Yoongi began to drum more lightly than the doctor would do it. He playful drum his little baby in his cute but sick big tummy. Each time the poor abdominal distended cavity jumped, his belly sagged, trembled and bounced like a real ball. Baby Hobi at first was enjoying the drumming noises, but soon he felt pressure inside.

Yoongi heard how when he drum on the little stomach, the noises came worst, and the tummy bounced to much. He had never seen his baby this sick before.

Each time his hand collided with the naked abdominal sick shape, little Baby Hobi would burp, or fart even more.

"yoonie.... tum-tum jumps! Tum-tum....jumps....* The baby said noticing how his poor belly moved all over the place. "Doctor will make Hobi's tum-tum jump?"

Yoongi smiled warmly to this little one who was curious. "Yes, probably because Hobi's tummy is so big, it bounces, my poor baby has currently a little ball for stomach, you are so gassy baby, do you want to go to the bathroom?"

The little boy denied. "Yoonie ... That's all tum-tum needs?" Hobi asked watching his stomach inflate and deflate still naked, and still rumbling so angry.

"Yes baby, once that is done, Doctor will know hot to cure your little stomach.

The child laughed again at ease even though he had a lot of pain, and he couldn't stop farting rotten eggs.

Yoongi had to open a window without his little one noticing it, the stench spoke of how sick was baby Hobi's poor tummy.

Yoongi had also message Seokjin their doctor, about the gassy belly, the stench, the horrible flatulence episodes his baby was having.

The doctor asked to listen to it, and to the baby's stomach, so Yoongi asked his baby.

"Baby, tummy doctor wants to hear your tummy, how about we call him, so he can see and hear little Hobi's sick tum-tum. He loves having sick bellies to examine, he will love yours ..."

"Really? He loves my tum-tum-tum like this?" The innocent kid asked excited, not knowing it was to hear his farts, and his noisy abdominal noises.

"Yes, baby. Shall we?"

The baby nodded. Yoongi used his computer to video call his Gastroenterologist Seokjin, he placed de laptop on baby's Hobi legs, from there Seokjin could see the child with the most protuberant abdomen he had ever seen the little one with, and also he could hear the most awful noises a stomach ever made, the farting was constantly, and he could listen clearly how the little one's farts wounded wet horrendous, and long. He understood the little one was suffering with an awful pain.

Once th video call ended, Seokjin instructed Yoongi to skip the meal, and to bring inmidiatly the little one to his personal office.

"Baby, doctor was so excited with your cute stomach, he said he wants to examine you now. Lest get ready to go to your Tummy Doctor appointment." Yoongi said sadly.

The baby nodded still bothered with the cramping the abdominal pains, and farting. Yoongi dressed him again closing the diapers, placing on some pants, and a hoodie, then he took extra clothes, diapers, and cleaning supplies. He carry his baby and took him to the hospital.

They already knew the little one, they had been attending him, ever since he first was sick I'm little space, so Hobi felt safe there, no one judge the little baby.

Yoongi went in with his sick baby boy. He placed the kid on the examination table. Seokjin asked Yoongi to undressed him and he did. Hobi was at ease because he already knew that would happen.

Seokjin began to listen to the bays stomach, but when the palpation began, Hobi began to sob so hard. Yoonie had lie to him, his tummy was so sore and big it hurted so much, and Seokjin was trying to press more lightly but still he needed to assess the bloated abdomen.

"Don't cry baby...."

"Yoonie say it won't hurt tum-tum..." The little one whined.

The doctor spend a lot of time palpating the baby's poor stomach. Hobi felt so sad, he wanted to stop, but for some reason the doctor kept pushing inside his tummy.

"Baby, your belly is so sick, it is big, I can't asses you that well. What did Hobi ate to have his stomach this big and sick?" Seokjin asked.

"He ate normally what he would, but yesterday Hoseok went to a party and probably he ate something he should have not." Yoongi explained. His baby was farting so bad the doctor understood finally the stench Yoongi had mentioned, he didn't say anything.

"Had Hobi's stomach being sounding like this?" The doctor asked again.

"Yes, all morning....he had diarrhea." Yoongi said.

When the doctor was trying to drum his belly, the baby sob harder, it hurts his tummy so bad, and he had diarrhea without noticing all the diaper ended up full in his diarrhea fluids.

Yoongi cleaned his baby, and put him a new diaper. The doctor continue examining him.

"That's it?" Yoongi asked ..

Hobi felt so sad, nothing was the way he had expected it to be. Everything was wrong with his tummy doctor appointment. All Yoongi played with him and explained to him was different.

"No, I have never seen him this sick before. I think he has a gastrointestinal strong virus or infection. He needs to stay so we can keep him under strict vigilance. First, I need you to feed Hobi his meal, a light, digestible meal, liquid diet, I'll give you a private room, and there they would take his meal. I need to do other abdominal examination once he is digesting the meal, to see how his tummy reacts to it."

Yoongi nodded, he already knew Hobi needed to be hospitalized. He had appreciated the private hospital room, as not all people understood Hobi when he was in little space, and he didn't want anything to alter, cause more distress or embarrassed his little one.

Hobo felt sad, he understood he needed to stay at hospital so he began to cry.

Once they had been moved to the room, Hobi was placed in the bed, some devices minoring his signs, and an IV connected to his little hand.

He was sobbing quietly, he didn't want to upset Yoonie, his poor Hyungie. His little but bloated stomach hurt so much, and they have him just in his diapers, because of the fever he had.

"Yoon....Hobi....wan to go home....." He said sadly.

"I know baby, but your tummy doctor wants you to eat, so he can examine you again on a full tummy, to see if you are digesting correctly." He explained to his baby, he sat beside the bed and he kept rubbing his tummy. The stomach kept on gurgling angry.

"No Yoonie....No. Hobi need more examinations? Why? Why with tum-tum full?" The little one asked.

"Yes baby. Because he needs to listen again your tummy but working, digesting food, to see if you still have diarrhea or grassy bowels ..." He explained to his baby boy.

"If Hobi has tum-tum examine..... Hobi can go home?" The little one ask again.

"Yes baby."

When the food arrived, Yoongi fees his baby the liquid diet, soups, liquids and more liquids. The baby ate and drank everything, his poor little tummy bloated more, his tummy was worst, the noises it did were unstoppable and unhealthy. His little stomach had became a gurgling burbling pot. He was so swollen, and full of liquids that each time the baby breath, or move, his tummy sloshed all around and inside.

Seokjin returned back to the room, he closed the door, and was shocked to find his little patient more sick than before, the little one's abdomen had grow and double the size. It was even more noisy, and seemingly for the child's tears, also painful.

Seokjin struggled to examine again, each time he placed the stethoscope, the noises would distorted. Then pressing his stomach and palpating it proves to be imposible, ad the little one had a lot of pain and whine each time his massive abdomen was touch. Finally he try to drum his abdomen, it was the most painful, embarrassing and uncomfortable experience for baby Hobi's tum-tum. He felt the pressure, and also saw how his stomach sound worst, all sick, and sloshed each time the doctor hit his tummy making it bounce up and down.

Hobo finally relaxed believing it was over, but for his bad luck and frustration his hospital trip was barely beginning. "His stomach is so big, noisy and sick, I couldn't examine him properly, we will need to do, lab examination, imagery examinations, scans, an ultrasound and probably he will need to spend the night, the virus he has is really strong one .

Hobo cried so hard when Yoongi explained his little one, what was needed. He was so sad and afraid, they drew out his blood, his pee and poop were taken in samples to be examined, and the worst part was, he needed to have his stomach naked under some strange machine that was the x-rays, then his stomach was scanned with a noisy machine, and finally Seokjin ultrasound his tummy, the baby boy had his tummy so big, the ultrasound looks if he was expecting a child, from how huge his poor stomach was.

He spend all the rest pf the afternoon and night, with bad diarrhea, vomits, horrible noisy, bassy, smelly and rotten farts. His gassy belly was producing a lot of air and gas inside so he looked like a balloon the next day.

He cry so much, and Yoongi remained by his side, rubbing his baby boy's tum-tum softly, giving it kisses. Cleaning him from diarrhea or vomit episodes, and trying to make him eat or drink water.

Like that the baby spend other morning and in the afternoon he was finally left to go home. Still with a lot of medicine, with the strongest intestinal viral infection he had ever had. But with sweet Yoongi taking care of him.

The end.

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Can write about Hoseok getting appendicitis?? And Yoongi taking care of him from when he first got sick to when he's in the hospital <33

— Sope Scare —

a.n : this is the first time i think, that i write about appendicitis. To be honest, i don't know much about it—only a gist or general image of it, so i'm sorry if the symptoms i potray here isn't that much. I hope you like this, anonn. I'm sorry if there isn't much fluff here

"Hyung .. do you have a hotpack?"

Yoongi almost yelps and embarassingly screams at the sudden voice that comes out from the stairs—almost causing Sugar (his baby cat that he got few weeks ago) tossed from his chest with his abrupts movement to check who it was.

"Hoba .. gosh, make a noise when you come down", Yoongi grunts, squinting his eyes to get a better look of the younger that still latched heavily with sleep. "I have in the kitchen cabinet, near the medicine box", he says, leaning back to the couch, as his hand back to trace a pattern in between sugar's ears. He heard Hoseok's feet tapping around, then a shuffling, before he heard a cabinet closed and Hoseok walks up to him—plopping beside him while shaking the hotpacks. The younger rapper take a look at sugar, his eyes glint with the desire to steal the cat from the older, but his body is too tired to proceed. So he just plops there, absentmindedly watching the TV.

"What do you need that for?", Yoongi asks, eyeing the man beside him that still preparing the hotpacks. "Are you feeling /that/ cold? I have a warmer in the guest room, you know"

Hoseok huffs, shaking the packs a little harder as he can see the warmth starting to spread around, "No .. i'm not cold. Well yeah, a little. But this is for my stomach"

Yoongi stiffens at that. "Why? You have stomachache?"

Hoseok shrugs, lips jutting out as he places the hotpacks under his sweater, "I think so? I don't know. It hurts, but i can't describe it"

"Did you eat something bad?", Yoongi asks again. Sugar perks up from his position as he can feel his owner's chest start picking up it's pace.

"I only eat your cooking hyung", Hoseok scoffs. "Is your cooking bad?"

"Yah!"

Hoseok giggles, before it dies with a wince from him. "Ah ..:", he unconciously groans at the sudden jab, akin like a cramp, at his stomach. Right where the hotpack is. It hasn't been warmth enough so the pain still lingers there, even though Hoseok had tried to ignore the sensation earlier.

Yoongi sits up, moving Sugar to his side—laying flat on the couch. "Where did it hurts?"

Hoseok doesn't answer, instead he lets out a small whimper as he pressed the packs even harder at his stomach. He shuts his eyes, biting his lip as he rides the pain. As much as his observation allows, it will be gone in 3 minutes. That's what he's been experiencing since earlier.

"Nah .. maybe it's just a cramp hyung", Hoseok sighs after it passed, waving off the older that already look at him fully alarmed. He missed the way Yoongi's eyes trained around his hand.

Yoongi hums, not wanting to press the younger, not when he hasn't show any symptoms yet that can strenghten his suspicion. He might be wrong after all. Maybe he's being too paranoid, who knows, right?

"Do you want tea? I think i still have herbal tea from my eomma, it always works for stomacache", Yoongi opted to ask instead, getting up to search for the teapot in the kitchen. Hoseok nodded, his hand still rubbing his tummy, trying to ease the pain. "It sounds good, hyung"

Yoongi shuffles in the kitchen for a few seconds until he found the teapot, humming along as the water heated up. When he gets back to their living space, Yoongi sees Hoseok laying himself down the couch. Curled into a small ball with both of his arms pressing around his middle, on top of that, his legs went up to his chest.

"Here", Yoongi says quietly, placing the steaming cup on the table. "Careful, it's hot"

Hoseok hums, mumbling a small thank you as he pushes himself up. His stomach moves along with him, forcing more of the pain to erupt and Hoseok let out a loud whine. He takes a few moment to calm himself down, before deemed it safe enough for him to take a sip of the tea. Hoseok hums as the sweet taste spreads through his mouth. His eyes close as he savors the taste. "You have really good tea hyung"

Yoongi nods with an appreciative smile, looking away from Hoseok's face, taking sugar back to his chest.

They sit there in silent while Hoseok enjoys his tea, until the younger put the cup back on the table. Yoongi steal a look at it and it's only half full, making him frown.

"I will go back to bed hyung", Hoseok tells, standing up. Yoongi's eyes dart to him immediately, "Thank you for the tea and hotpack", he says again before walking to the hallway. Yoongi nods with a small hum and watched Hoseok disappear upstairs—taking a note with how the younger never leave his arms from his stomach, and walked a little crouched.

He waits until he heard Hoseok's room slammed shut before he scoops Sugar on his arms, "Let's move to watch the TV upstairs, hm?"

**

To Yoongi dismay, insomnia is kicking him tonight. Maybe it was mixed by anxiety from Hoseok earlier—like his brain currently telling him to wait for his suspicion to become true. But Yoongi didn't want it! He just hopes that Hoseok eat too much and that's what caused his stomachache. He will be such a bad hyung if he waits for the worst. Right?

But he can't shut his brain off. He's still at the same position he was earlier downstairs, the only difference is sugar already fast asleep, enjoying the pet from him, and he didn't know the plot of whatever drama playing in front of him right now. And he has been glancing back and forth, anxiously, between the clock, TV, and the guest room, where Hoseok is sleeping.

Yoongi groans, ruffling his hair as he knows that it's already 1.30 AM. If he can't sleep, that's fine, but he needs to relax. He takes a deep breath, and sagging his body further to the couch, like hoping that it would swallow hi—he jolts when there's a sudden commotion ; a loud slam from the door, a hurried step, and a croaking gag. Then the bathroom door is the next one that's slammed, and before Yoongi can process anything, he heard a retch from inside.

"Hoba!", he calls out when his brain connects. He rushes there, ignoring sugar's mewl. He opens the bathroom door, just in time as Hoseok give a long, deep belch, and puke showered into the toilet. He begin to cough, gasping for breath.

"Hoba .."

Yoongi slowly walks in, turning on the light, and his heart clench at the sight of the younger bending over the toiler, hands gripping his knee and his stomach like it's lifeline. He looks green and pale at the same time. He scurries over, wrapping his arms around the sick man figure and guides him to kneel before he fall over. Yoongi could feel an abnormal warmth seeping through his sweater.

"Sshh .. Hoba .. what's wrong?", he murmurs quietly, watching how Hoseok's chest heaving up and down as he shuts his eyes forcefully. Hoseok shakes his head at the question, before batted Yoongi's hand away and lurched himself to the bowl—a horrible gurgling sound came from his throat, echoing through the small bathroom, and he forcefully ejected a thunderous shower of vomit.

Yoongi bites back a gasp, quickly taking the younger long hair into his hand in one swift motion then massages his nape as he chokes on vomit. "Sshh .. breathe, you're doing great .. breathe", Yoongi guides after the first wave passed. Hoseok hissed in pain, his hand presses further to his stomach as it feels so many—cramps and pain and .. everything. Like someone twisting and pinching his stomach all at the same time. "Hyung .. hurts ..", he moans, tears welled behind his eyes.

Before Yoongi can comforts or do anything, his stomach rolls again, and Hoseok once again rocked with shuddering retches as chunks of puke fell from his mouth and splashed noisily into the toilet. Yoongi watches how it was his tea at first, then with every heave it becomes thicker as Hoseok starts to emptying his dinner and lunch all together.

He winces at the loud and violent noises Hoseok made, clutching onto the taller's waist, steadying him. By the time the latter throws up the last contents of his stomach, he's trembling badly. Yoongi rubs soothing circles over his spine, before stretches his arms to flush the toilet—afraid that the sight gonna set him off again. He carefully rest Hoseok against the wall as he moves around to get him a water and cool cloth.

"Feeling better?", Yoongi asks, handing him the water and dapping the sweats that covered all of his features. Hoseok peeks through his right eyes, too weak to open both and function properly. He takes two sips, before pushing it away as the bland taste falls heavy in his stomach that's still rocking storm. "No ..", he rasps out. His grips around his stomach tighten as he can't stop pressing over it. Hoping that the pressure would lessen, but it's futile. "My stomach hurts so bad. Like .. bad", he whined, trying to keep down another bout of nausea that almost overwhelms him.

Yoongi sighs softly, leaning forward to place a wet cloth gently on Hoseok's forehead. Hoseok leans against it, closing his eyes once again. "Can you show me where it hurts, Hoba?"

Hoseok 's eyes flutters open as he lifts his hand to gesture towards his lower right side. Yoongi hums in understanding, placing his hand over it and rubs it. Peeling the younger hand away. "Don't keep pressing it .. it only will make you even nauseous", he murmurs. "Let's get you to the doctor, can you stand up?"

"No ..", Hoseok whines, "I will throw up if i move", he adds, his breathing shaky. "It's okay", Yoongi courages, "Staying here will make your fever worsen, Hoba", he mumbles then as Hoseok makes no move. The younger whines, then with a little pained, pushing himself up. Yoongi quickly brings his arm under his shoulder. Supporting Hoseok's weight as he slowly stands up, leading the younger man that can't stand up straight, out of the bathroom. He holds tight onto Hoseok until he reached the couch. "Wait here, i will grab my wallet"

Yoongi tries to moves as fast as possible, snatching his wallet, hotpack, and plastic from the nearest places he could see before hurrying back to the couch. He also managed to dial their manager during all of that—he must applaud the adrenaline rushing at him.

"I have called the manager, they will be here in 5", he says once he settles next to Hoseok; sitting down beside him. Yoongi reaches to the other's head, brushing his messy bangs aside. He grabs hold of his hand to rub small circles on the top of it, "Are you okay?"

"Mhm ..", Hoseok slurred, "Still hurts"

Yoongi nodded, squeezing the others hand. The trip to the hospital is even more challenging rather than from the bathroom earlier. Hoseok sways away from his grip just one step out of the lobby as his stomach rejects the water he took few minutes ago. And once again in the car. Yoongi did a great job to snatch the plastic bag as Hoseok curled against it now, retching out water and bile over and over again.

"Sshh .. don't force it, Hoba .. you will hurt yourself", Yoongi cooed softly, rubbing Hoseok's back as he continued to dry heaved over it. At one moment, it become productive, and it scare Yoongi when tons of water rushing up from him after a deep belch, and his eyes catch a fleck of something red. Yoongi sucks a deep breath, keep watching the younger intensely while hoping their driver is faster enough.

They arrive a few moments later, and Yoongi helped Hoseok inside. He waited near the bed at the emergency room, hands can't stop curling over Hoseok's clammy one—that already injected with IV. "Wait a little, Hoba ..", he mumbles, that got a tired nod from the latter. After the doctor came, it's all a fast-paced event for him. The doctor assessed him, then all the sudden taking Hoseok away to the operation room, saying his appendix already burst and they need to take it right away before it could be even worse.

In theory, Yoongi knows it. It was what he had predicted earlier. But when it becomes true, it doesn't feel real—and overwhelming at the same time. He barely get a grasp of anything when the nurse comes to him to signed an informed consent, when Hoseok wheeled to the operation room. He didn't realize how badly he's shaking, until 5 minutes later after Hoseok has gone in there.

Adrenaline has left him, and it's just dawned on him how scary it was.

He staggered to the nearest waiting seat there, pulling his phone.

Almost 3 AM.

And in a daze, he presses a call.

"Hyung .. are you awake?", Yoongi breathes shakily, "Can you come here? I'm in a hospital. I don't know what to do .."

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

[whats-k-popping]

Aki's Masterlist

All my works, organized and collected for convenience. Each work has a more detailed list of warnings and descriptions to keep this list clear and concise.

I will do my best to keep this updated as I post new works. Please let me know if there are any errors with the links.

If you're interested in expanding this list, I recommend you start here.

Sick Namjoon Fics

Doctor's Orders: Part 1 || Part 2

Caretakers Jungkook and Yoongi ft Food Poisoning (nausea/emeto/fever)

There Goes My Nap

Caretaker Seokjin ft Nausea/Emeto

Courtesy Call

Caretakers Jungkook and Yoongi ft Fever

Stood Up (NON-IDOL ROMANTIC AU)

Caretaker Jimin ft Flu (Fever/Emeto)

Just a Small Fever

Caretaker Main Seokjin and rest of BTS ft Appendicitis

Running On E

Caretakers Yoongi and Jungkook ft Exhaustion/Fainting

Adventures in Take Out

Caretaker Seokjin ft Double Food Poisoning (Emeto/Scat/Fever)

It Was Supposed to be Korean

Caretaker Seokjin ft Lactose Intolerance (Emeto/Scat)

The Show Must Go On

Caretaker OT7 ft Flu (fever/emeto)

Sick Seokjin Fics

Cravings (MPREG AU)

Caretaker Yoongi ft Morning Sickness (Nausea/Emeto)

Ill Confession

Caretaker Namjoon ft Fever

Layers

Caretakers Jungkook and Yoongi ft Fever/Emeto

In the Middle of the Night: Part 1 || Part 2

Caretaker Jungkook ft Emeto/Fever

Adventures in Take Out

Caretaker Namjoon ft Double Food Poisoning (Emeto/Scat/Fever)

Sick Yoongi Fics

5-Star Boyfriends: Part 1 || TBC (COLLEGE BOYFRIENDS AU)

Caretaker Hoseok ft Flu

Just Jimin

Caretaker Jimin ft Emeto

Love Jack

Caretaker Hoseok(kinda) ft Fever/Cough/Sore Throat

Time Management

Caretaker Hoseok ft Hiccups/Overindulgence

Sick Hoseok Fics

We're Just Roommates: Part One || Part Two || TBC (NON-IDOL AU)

Caretaker Namjoon ft Emeto/Fever

Tummy Ache

Caretaker OT7 ft Aggressive Stomach Ache

Mealtime with SUGA

Caretaker Yoongi ft Bloating/Stomach Ache

Safe Zone

Caretaker Yoongi ft Enteritis (Emeto/Scat/Fever)

Sick Jimin Fics

No Promises (COFFEE SHOP AU)

Caretaker Namjoon ft Flu (Fever/Mentions of Emeto)

Movie Night Fever

Caretaker Taehyung ft Fever

It's Gonna Be You(Ngi)

Caretaker Hyung Line ft Fever/Emeto

More than Hunger

Caretaker Taehyung and Yoongi ft Emeto/Fever

A Trip to the Antique Store

Caretaker Taehyung ft Snz content/Allergy

Pan De Bono

Caretaker Seokjin ft Lactose Intolerance (Emeto/Scat)

Nothing Bad Can Happen

Caretaker Namjoon ft. Gluten Intolerance

Sick Taehyung Fics

As Long As It Takes (POLY RELATIONSHIP AU)

Caretakers Jimin and Yoongi ft Fever

Snow Day

Caretaker Yoongi ft Fever

Sharing is Caring

No caretaker (technically) ft Cold (snz/congestion)

All Alone

Caretaker Namjoon ft Cold (snz/sore throat/headache) and Fever

Sick Jungkook Fics

Appa's Sick Day: Part 1 || Part 2 || TBC (MARRIED WITH KIDS AU)

Caretaker Taehyung ft Flu (Fever/Emeto)

Runaway (ORPHAN JUNGKOOK AU) June 27 || February 2

Caretaker Seokjin ft exhausion (P1) and Fever (P2)

Doctor's Orders: Part 1 || Part 2

Caretaker Namjoon and Yoongi ft Injury

Overdid It

Caretaker Jimin ft Overindulgence/Emeto

Sharing is Caring

Caretaker Taehyung ft Cold (snz/congestion)

I Don't Get Carsick

Caretaker Namjoon ft Motion Sickness

Hyungs Can Help: Part 1 || Part 2

Caretakers OT7 ft Cold (snz/congestion/fever)

More Than the Drinks

Caretakers OT7 ft Intoxication/Stomach Ulcer

In the Middle of the Night: Part 1 || Part 2

(Sick JK only in part 2) Caretaker Seokjin ft emeto/fever

A Recipe for Disaster

Caretaker Namjoon ft Food Poisoning

#bts #aki sickfics #aki writes #aki masterlist #bts sickfics #sick!namjoon #sick!seokjin #sick!yoongi #sick!hoseok #sick!Jimin #sick!Taehyung #sick!Jungkook #caretaker!OT7 #bts emeto #bts fever #bts snz #wow I really hate naming all my request fics

[min-yunki-agustd]

-- All Together--

Sickie: Everyone ( = (BTS OT7)

Caretaker: TBD

TW: Food poising, nausea, vomiting, detailed descriptions of emeto, scat, etc

Word Count: 4k+

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There wasn't a single member in the car that didn't have beads of sweat covering their foreheads. Things were relatively fine on the drive to the airport. Until the car's air conditioner broke. They could have stopped and fixed it but, didn't want to miss their flight. They were a long way away from the airport. A part from the excruciating heat things was alright. That was until Jimin began to complain about motion sickness. Then taehyung, then hoseok. Yoongi was feeling sick too but he refused to mention it.

Jimin POV

Uncomfortable was an understatement. Jimin's clothes stuck to his overly heated body. His clothes were damp with sweat, clinging to his body. As if feeling his own damp clothes stick to his body wasn't enough the tight space between him and taehyung was also damp, and clinging together. To make things worse his stomach was giving him trouble. Having motion sickness along with being hot and sweaty was not a good mix. only this felt different. usually, when he had motion sickness it begin with a dizzy feeling in his head that lead to nausea. Right now he wasn't dizzy. It had to be carsickness he thought to himself. His stomach would jostle to the movement of the car. He tried looking out the window but it had no effect. It didn't make him feel more or less dizzy. The car hit a pothole. It Once again jostled his tummy. He should speak now while the car was still silent. " I'm not feeling so well" he announces to the other members," says with a handheld lightly over his tummy. Namjoon sitting in the very front of the vehicle turned his head. " are you feeling carsick Jiminie? " he ask. his body moving with the movement of the car as he spoke. staring directly into Jimin's cast-down eyes. " I think so," Jimin says looking at the hand holding his own stomach. Hoseok sat in the inside seat of the car Jimin beside him and taehyung on the outside. Taehyung moved his hand from his lap to place it on the back of Jimin's neck. He massaged that area of his neck. Taehyung would usually be more comforting and clingy but it was far too hot in the car to touch and move around a lot. Jimin was grateful that taehyung wasn't being clingy at the moment. Typically taehyungs fingers rubbing at the nape of his neck is comforting and stress relieving but taehyungs fingers were hot and clammy and Jimin's neck was slathered in sweat. Making the nauseous older more uncomfortable. " I'm sorry Jimin we don't have any more planned stops ahead. But if you begin to feel worse let me know and I'll see what we can do." namjoon informs Jimin, gives his knee a little pat, and then turns around in his seat. Jimin stays quiet, at some point in time his stomach drops and he questions whether or not he'd make it through this ride alive.

Taehyungs pov

Taehyung was a little relieved to know that he wasn't the only one not doing so well. He didn't really suspect the feeling to be carsickness but it was a reasonable explanation. The car was hot, the ride was bumpy and they'd been driving for a long time. These are the things that would make him carsick typically. Taehyung stomach began to bubble and twist. his stomach bubbling wasn't something that he couldn't recall usually happening while feeling carsick but he figured it was normal or something he hadn't noticed before. He felt a cramp in his stomach that swirled into nausea. Taehyung hopes this car ride ends pretty soon. He's not sure how well he could keep his stomach down. Especially if Jimin starts to get sick beside him. Both of the members throwing up would definitely be a disaster. Taehyung really hopes it doesn't come to that. He looks over to Jimin, he doesn't seem to be doing very well. Taehyung stops rubbing the other's nape. It doesn't seem to be helping Jimin any. Tahyung wanted to comfort the older but he felt doing so would only make him feel worse. He doesn't think he could stomach it either. Taehyung looked away from Jimin, he looked outside the window hoping to settle his own stomach. His stomach felt worse as he sat in the car. Taehyung tried to focus on keeping himself calm and steady against the car's shaking. He was feeling uneasy about being nauseous against the motion of the car. Despite taehyung being on the outside of the seat he felt trapped in the moving car.

Jimin POV

Before taehyungs hot fingers on his nape were uncomfortable, but he didn't realize he was distracting himself from the awful feeling building in his stomach until he felt taehyungs hand drift away. Now, instead of mentally complaining amount taehyungs hand, his mind was flooded with thoughts of his nausea. It felt like the hotter he got worse the nausea felt. It made him feel lightheaded.

Taehyung POV

The nausea was geting to a point of unbearableness. He could feel beads of sweat slowly drip down his spine. Making him shiver and twitch. " hyung..." he forced himself to say threw a nauseating cramp. he was referring to namjoon who sat in the front and gave Jin the directions off the GPS on his phone. " I'm feeling carsick too," taehyung says. looking at namjoon who hadn't yet turned his head. namjoon turned to the side. " would you like Jin hyung to open a window taetae?" Namjoon says. Taehyung felt as though speaking would worsen nausea boiling in his tummy so he shook his head and sat up a bit. namjoon signaled Jin to roll down the window as he drove and he did so. A blast of air hit the sweat members' faces. It was relieving compared to the humid air that formed inside the car. It wasn't enough for the boys growing nausea.

Jimin pov

I was starting to have trouble keeping my stomach in place. So much so that I could taste my lunch that I was so excited to chow down earlier. I feared I might not be able to alert namjoon of my troubles. After many years of dealing with carsickness, I was still no good at keeping my stomach down. I brought a fist to my face. He forced down a burp that threatened to send his lunch with it. The sour acidy taste burned his throat to swallow down. his stomach churned uncomfortably. He knew he hadn't much time before he'd see his lunch again. Only he won't be as happy as when he saw it the first time.

Taehyung Pov

Taehyung caught on to Jimin's struggle when he heard an odd and pain full sounding swallow from Jimin. It was loud enough to hear and catch his attention. He didn't think too much of it until he actually turned to look at Jimin. Jimin had his fist over his mouth. Tae watched as Jimin's cheeks buffed up and released. He hopes that it was air filling the younger cheeks but he doubts his own optimism. Taehyung knew Jimin, He knew that if the older was struggling now to keep his stomach down, there wouldn't be much time before he eventually loses the battle. " HYUNG! I THINK WE NEED TO STOP" taehyung panicked, he knew what was coming next if they didn't stop and let Jimin out of the bus. Unfortunately, this scared the living daylights out of jin who slams his foot down on the break. which causes the car behind him to do the same. Jin Pulls the car over to the side. Unfortunately for Jimin, it was a little too late.

Hosoeks Pov

Hoseok wasn't sure if it was because of the commotion, the heat, or the nagging feeling he was geting in his stomach but he felt very overwhelmed. The root of the swirling sensation was most likely anxiety. fearing one of the carsick members might throw up. At least that's what he told himself, in order to keep calm. Still, the louder the members beside him yell about the situation the more nervous and nauseous he feels. He too had a rising sickening feeling in his stomach. He was conflicted now. Was it him also experiencing carsickness or was he experiencing sympathy sickness aka emetophobia? Thinking about it only makes him feel worse. It was hard not to when taehyung was yelling about how sick Jimin feels. The feeling he felt now was simply awful. He was trapped. The furthest from the exit in the bus, the heat making him feel clammy and his stomach swirling with not only the swift movement of the bus but Jimin panicking moving around in his seat. It was overwhelming and frankly enough to send his stomach over the edge. Jin was slowing down the car after being alerted by Tahyung. Jin hyung wasn't fast enough for Jimin's stomach. Jimin released a loud gag. It alerted all the members making six of their heads turn towards Jimin. The only one who didn't look was jin he gave a glance through the review mirror and put his eyes back on the road. It was an awful sight to see. I should have looked away but my fear for Jimin overcame me. That was until I saw some of Jimins lunch splash onto my lap. I almost lost it then and there. I turned my head and gagged harshly into my hands. It was an immediate reaction hoseok could not control. My stomach went from my throat to my hands. Every gag that Jimin gave off hoseok echoed one back. It was a mess. There was barely any time passed before taehyung was joining us. Most likely, he was also hit with a splash of puke. hoseok's heart was racing. his stomach wasn't letting up and neither were Jimin's and taehyung's. Hoseok bent forward and retched. throwing up on his knee and the wall of the car. it splattered and slid down. the sight only promoted him to do it again. he tried looking away from the sick he'd created but he was only greeted with the sick Jimin had created on the other side of him. He threw up again adding layer and layer of sick on his pants, the floor, the seat in front of him, Jimin. The constant retching caused his head to pulse painfully making him feel lightheaded and weak. He couldn't stop. He tried so hard to stop. but every time he'd tried to breathe in the sight and spell of the sick would be taugnting him. It was not just his own sick that was plaguing him it was Jimin who had coughed up his full course meal right beside him. Hoseok doesn't think that he will ever sit this far inside again. He can't even leave out of the car and get away from the others and the mess they've made.

Tahyung Pov

Jimin set me off. He gagged a couple of times. That, I could handle. A huge wave of sick splattering onto his and hoseok lap is a different battle. I unintentionally let off a dry gag. I felt bad for doing so because I knew that gagging and Jimin having thrown up could also set off hoseok. I try and keep myself together. I hold my mouth and look away from Jimin. I'm not typically one to get sympathy sick, but I was already feeling pukey myself. Which is why I mentioned it to namjoon hyung. I was starting to feel really really sick. hoseok was throwing up now. I told myself that I would wait for Jin to pull over completely and get out seeing as I was close to the door and need to let out the other sick-feeling members, but It didn't quite happen that way. What did happen was Jimin accidentally threw up on my pants. I'm not with a very strong stomach at times like this. I couldn't really hold down my nausea anymore. I could feel the vomit chilled and stick to my legs. Something about the soggy junks and the gagging and retching going on set me off. I tried my best to keep it down. Using my hands to cover my mouth and minimize the mess. In the end, my body gave up for me. causing me to lurch forward. I had to use my hands to hold on to the seat in front of me so I wouldn't fall over. Taehyung threw his lunch up faster than he could keep up with. creating choking sounds as he let up a heaping pile of sick.

Seokjin/namjoon POV

We've dealt with carsick members from time to time but never like this. Not all at once. Maybe one or two sick feeling members but not three members puking their guts up right beside each other. Maybe we should have stopped and taken a short break when Jimin first mentioned feeling sick. The smell of the car was absolutely putrid and it messed with jins stomach. luckily he had a strong stomach and knew this despite a challenging task would not set him off. He just hoped the remaining nonsick members feel the same. Seok Jin pulled the car off to the side and turned around. He hoped to see members flooding the car. Instead, he sees taehyung losing his lunch on the floor, Jimin trying to hold off until tae moves, and hoseok letting off empty gags into his chunky vomit hand. Jin hops out of the car. Seen as the members in the middle row were struggling quite a bit. He walks over to the side of the car and pulls open the door. namjoon is behind him ready to go. He takes taehyung who is still vomiting on the floor and pulls him out. This creates a zig zag line of sick leading out of the car. namjoon moaned at the mess. "hyunggg awhh why couldn't you wait till he was finished. " namjoon says stepping out of taehyungs way. Once tae was out of the car he takes a little jog to get further away and falls to the ground retching. " let's get'em outta hear joon, the faster the better." jin says and he climbs in trying to avoid the sick which was spattered practically everywhere. He took a handful full of a clean potion from Jimin's shirt and gives it a little tug. Jimin gagged at jin's quick pull. " hyung wait, I got it. " Jimin rises from his seat keeping his head down careful not to hit his head on the roof of the car. Not really caring about avoiding sick seen as he was covered in it. Jimin slowly steps out of the car but his clean hand is on jin's shoulder to help him out of the car without falling over. Standing up after throwing up a lot made Jimin light-headed. Once he stepped out of the car Jimin slowly walked to a place away from the car and plopped down. He lay back in the grass attempting to catch his breath.

Now the only member left on the row of vomit was hoseok. Hoseok sat curled up with his elbow covering his mouth. He was trying to protect his nose from the awful stench, and he couldn't use his hands because they were soild with puke. Every so often a hoseok would close his eyes and a strained wet retch could be heard threw the fabric of his shirt. Jin climbed back in once more and gave hoseoks shoulder a tap. " come on hobi "Jin says as calm and kind as he could. of course, hoseok wanted to get out of the seat but he couldn't bring himself to move. He tried, he'd have to open his eyes and he knew for a fact that would set his stomach off. "Hobiii" namjoon says in a light and playful tone. "Let's get you outta here hobi" namjoon can see that he is struggling. Namjoon gingerly puts a hand on a clean part of hoseoks arm to guide him out of the car. " He gives hobi a gentle nugde and he doesn't move at first. " wait," hoseok says. he begins to breathe roughly. Hoseok slowly lowers his arm from his mouth and opens his eyes a sliver. His eyes were greeted with the awful visuals of several splotches of multicolored vomit. He gagged weakly. He tried to calm himself as he let namjoon carefully guide him out of the car. Once hoseok was almost completely out of the car he slid into a puddle of sickness almost falling down. namjoon tried to catch him but he was uncessesuful. hoseok caught himself. Which ended with his hand touching a chunky coated area of the seat. The feeling made him shiver. He felt his stomach twist the chunks under his fingers. namjoon watched as hoseok's cheeks puffed out. He could hold onto his mouth and try to stop it his hands were too filthy. A spray of vomit pushed past his lips. Namjoon was right in the vomit zone so he hopped out of the way. A little sick did manage to hit the side of his shirt. The only thing namjoon cared about was geting hoseok out of the car. He pulled on his arm and hoseok to that last step out of the car. hoseok took a few steps and threw up over the grass not being able to go any further.

As hobi does so namjoon sticks his head in the bus. He looks to the back, his eyes find a sleeping jungkook who has not stirred since he fell asleep. Should he wake him and get him out of the car or leave him to sleep in peace. Namjoon decided to leave him there. He wasn't dirty and he seemed to be fine. He looked at all the members standing outside of the car. Taehyung was still throwing his guts up, and Jimin is sitting on the ground rubbing his tummy. Jin hyung is there trying to comfort both of them. namjoon should go help him with that but there are only four people outside the car. five including himself and he knows for sure jungkook is in the car.... so wheres yoongi? is he still in the car? why was he still in the car? if three members are feeling carsick there was a strong chance that he does too. even if it's just a little so why would he sit in a stinky puke-covered car? namjoon thought. he turned around and took a peek at the front of the car. yoongi was there motionless. (hehe motionless min) The only sign of life namjoon noticed was his heavy, brisk breathing. Namjoon walked over to him. "hyung?" yoongi didn't respond. yoongi looks sick in the face his eyes were also closed. He had handfuls of his pants grasped in his hands. " hyung" namjoon says again this time putting a hand on yoongi's shoulder. yoongi opened his eyes. " hyung do you feel sick?" namjoon asks holding on to the smaller man. " no" yoongi says quickly. Closing his mouth and breathing briskly out of his nose instead. Namjoon knew he was lying. His hyung usually did a better job of it though.

POV Yoongi

yoongi got lost in the commotion. He was also feeling sick. He knew one thing for a fact. This was not car sickness. This felt nothing like carsickness at all. He's had motion sickness for years in cars and planes and he knew the difference between feeling sick and feeling motion sick. first off he was light-headed and bloated. He'd eaten hours ago so why does it feel undigested in his stomach? Sure the motion of the car worsened it but he could definitely tell this was beyond motion sickness. His stomach was off. It felt extremely odd. He couldn't recall having this feeling before. The ride only heightened his nausea. It got worse when he heard the sound of vomiting. He didn't want to make things worse so he stayed quiet about how he felt. It was hard to do with three others behind him giving loud gags and stomach-turning retches. He knew that if he stayed calm and focused on staying calm with measured breaths he would be able to keep his lunch down. At least until they stop somewhere. Well, now they were. After sitting threw the sound of each member being dragged out of the car while either retching or vomiting, it was a little hard to keep his own stomach calm. It had gotten to the point where his breaths became desperate and panicky. This is how namjoon found him. Still sitting in the car breathing heavily. Namjoon was concerned his hyung seemed to be on the verge of a panic attack. This was surprising because yoongi is typically calm even in extreme cases such as this. This is also why he asked if his hyung was sick. Because that was the only way his hyung could be freaked out right now. Yoongi gave namjoon a look that said everything he need to know. namjoon understood. Yoongi never gives much or any eye contact so he knows this means something. namjoon rubbed yoons arm and guided him out of the car. there he found a seat on the ground beside Jimin who now sat up in the grass.

POV namjoon

All the members were accounted for. He could feel himself getting stressed so he took a second to lean up against the car. He had to figure out what to do next. On things were clear they were probably gonna miss their flight if they haven't already. He felt a headache coming on just thinking about how the heck they were gonna get the bus cleaned. His stomach felt a little odd. He took it and the headache that had formed as just a product of stress from the situation. he took a deep breath in and a deep breath out. Once he felt calmed he got up and walked over to jin hyung who was now beside yoongi. Jin was rubbing yoongi's back and asking him 20 questions to which he barely replied. He seemed annoyed. Namjoon interrupted the conversation to talk to Jin. " jin hyung, what are we gonna do about the car?" namjoon sits down on the ground in front of jin. jin looks at the car. the door was still wide open. he could quite literally see a drip of vomit falling out of the car creating various small puddles. it looked gross. " do we have any cleaning supplies at all?" jin ask. both namjoon and jin look at yoongi. yoongi was always prepared for anything. He always had just what they needed. " what?" yoongi says at the two looking at him. " I have nausea meds, meds for stomach aches and I have a pack of tissues but that's all I got," yoongi explains. " I guess those tissues will have to do," jin says. " namjoon facepalms. The three rise from the ground and follow yoongi. yoongi goes over to his seat and pulls out small plastic rapped tissues and hands them over to namjoon. " welp this is better than nothing at all I guess."namjoon says. " that essentially IS nothing at all" jin jokes. namjoon wasn't in the joking mood, the stress was really geting to him. He's gonna have to clean a heaping mess of vomit with a travel package of 60 tissues. This was going to be a painfully long day. He did the best he could with what he had.

It didn't get everything surrounding the seat but the seat itself was clean enough to sit on. which wouldn't make much of a difference when the three sickly boys were covered in vomit. It also didn't contain the putrid smell at all either. He just needs them to survive long enough to get to the closes gas station. Even a convenience store would do as long as they could get the mess cleaned up in the car. He finished up the car the best he could and caught the member's attention. " Hey, guys listen up! I cleaned the car, but it's still quite messy inside. Jin will drive us to the closes convenient store or gas station and we will do a better job of cleaning it. I also need someone to hit up our manager because were behind and still no one was near the airport so we're probably gonna miss our flight. There was moaning and groaning but everyone got up and prepared themselves to get back into the car. They sat right back where they were before. As soon as hoseok tried entering the car he caught a whiff of the smell and gagged dryly immediately. He and the others managed to get inside. They road with all the windows open.

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I decided to cut it here and just make a part 2

I hope you have enjoyed thanks for reading!

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[sickonthedancefloor]

Boy in Syncope

Sickie: Hoseok Caretaker:  Namjoon (primarily) Content: fainting, fever, hospitals.

Hoseok faints during the filming of Boy in Luv.

"Was it because of overworking or did you catch a cold? Or did you just want to rest?" - Mnet interview, February 2014

This was just sitting in the drafts, and I found it while searching for a different one. Happy Holidays, everyone!

The boys had been buzzing with excitement since they woke up that morning in the dorm. Hoseok had, unsurprisingly, woken up second only to Seokjin, and the two happily shared a moment over tea as they waited for their manager to bring them breakfast. It was going to be another long day of filming, but they had been rehearsing nonstop for the past few weeks. Hoseok felt good about practice; they were going to do great.

After helping wake up the rest of the boys, they crammed into the bathroom in groups as they rushed to brush their teeth and wash faces and change. The typical days in the Bangtan household when they were grabbing things for a shoot were just consistent noise and jokes, barely even silent when they shoved food in their faces.

"You sure you're not going to finish your rice, Hoseok-hyung?" Jungkook asked as his hand gently wrapped around the small bowl.

"Aish, you food thief! Just take it." Hoseok made a stabbing motion with his chopsticks, slow enough that Jungkook managed to pull his hand and the rice bowl away before the utensils hit the table below. Carbs weren't bad, but they made Hoseok feel heavy on their mass dancing days. He just shoved a piece of pork belly into his mouth and chewed quickly before washing it down with soup.

"Twenty minutes then we've gotta head out!" Sejin called to them from his seat in the entrance way. "Make sure you all eat something!"

He honestly didn't have to tell them twice. Shouting of missing socks and passing shoes, grabbing any last-minute needed items, a missing pair of headphones, water, and Sejin had the gang out right on time. Everything seemed to become a whirlwind from there. They had their choreographer there for any last minute reminders, but Hoseok was also there to make sure everyone remembered. The setting of Boy In Luv's music video had been a school, with most of the dancing taking place in the classroom. The company had rented a school set for the first day of filming, and they were nothing but laughs. Honestly, filming wasn’t as tough, they were extremely prepared. For their first major comeback, they had gone all out with preparations. Long nights of practicing and rehearsals and finetuning, but it would be worth it.

Hours had passed before they knew it. Downtime for set-changes and makeup touchups had been spent playing around for the cameras or checking the footage. Hoseok had been bouncing between goofing with Taehyung and Jungkook, and talking with the choreographer and the camera staff. For some reason, things felt almost… airy.

“Hoseok-ah?” one of the makeup noonas called to him.

He’d been staring at the monitor as the choreographer checked the captured footage again, and although he was also examining it… did he almost space out? The young woman brought him back to earth, and the ground almost felt shaky as he turned to face her. She took a sheet of oil blotting paper out and pressed it against his forehead.

“You’re sweating a little, let me touch you up real fast before next take.”

He found himself smiling, closing his eyes a little as she gently pressed powder on his forehead. The noonas were nice, Hoseok liked their staff. He waited as she swept a brush over his nose and checked his cheeks, blotting out a few oily spots with rice paper. Hoseok always got sweaty if they rehearsed too hard or if it was too warm, but he was actually a little chilled in the room. When she finished, she smiled up at him. “All done.”

The director on set at that moment called out to them, one more take from the middle chorus. The footage looked good, but the producing staff wanted a different angle. Which meant one more time. The team moved back to the front of the classroom and arranged themselves, and Hoseok suddenly felt his footing leave him. He bumped right into Jimin, and both boys laughed it off.

“Okay, ready?” They nodded.

“Dul, set!”

~~~

Namjoon wasn't exactly sure what happened. One moment, they'd been dancing while the camera followed them, and the next, the staff was stopping them due to a syncing error. Hoseok had stepped out of place, which was already bizarre given their dance captain was a stickler for details. Nerves, Namjoon had been willing to dismiss it--but as he'd turned his head, he caught sight of Hoseok’s eyes rolling to the back of his skull, and the dancer crumpled almost immediately. His body hit the ground hard.

"Hoseok-ah!"

"Hoseok-hyung!"

"Seok-hyung!"

Son Sung Deuk, their choreographer, was quick to move to their aid, pushing Hoseok onto his back. "Don't crowd him."

Namjoon just stared at his fellow 94-liner, whose face had gone white as a sheet, and he felt terrified. Namjoon and Hoseok had been through a lot together as friends. They were some of BigHit's earliest trainees, and they were two of the first three in the group. They had been roommates and friends for nearly five years now, and they'd already seen each other's good and bad sides. They’d been there for each other’s first worst drunken nights, overworked injuries, seasonal illnesses… But one side Namjoon had never seen was a nearly-lifeless Hoseok looking so ashen. Hoseok had often overworked himself dancing, but not to the brink of collapse, not like this... He wasn't sure what he could do, if there was anything he could.

Faintly, Namjoon could feel a small hand grip onto his arm, and he looked down to realize it was Jimin, whose eyes were wet and worried. Namjoon automatically wrapped an arm around the younger one's shoulders and held him close, a gesture of comfort, but he had to honestly wonder if this was to comfort himself as well.

Sung Deuk felt for Hoseok's pulse, then placed a hand on his forehead to check for a fever. Hoseok, albeit unconscious, was breathing a little too hard for their liking, almost struggling with the strain of trying to keep air going, and the older man began to fan Hoseok with his hand. One of the makeup noonas rushed over with an electric fan and took over trying to cool him down.

"Hoseok-ah, wake up! Come on, kid!" His hand shook Hoseok's shoulder gently, then pat his cheek.

The boys held their breath, waiting for a response. Another staffer hurried over, bringing with her an ice pack which she pressed against his neck. A third behind them, Namjoon noticed, had an AED kit--just in case, it seemed. Namjoon’s blood ran cold—if they needed a defibrillator…

At first touch of the cold pack, Hoseok's head lulled to the side from Sung Deuk's motions, but soon he grimaced, a hand slowly moving to his head. He opened his eyes, but quickly shut them at the light.

"Hobi-hyung!" Jimin and Jungkook both squeaked out.

"Nn... what happened?" Hoseok mumbled, voice slurred in confusion. " 'm not... the dorms."

They all sighed in relief. There was some realization there, that was a good sign. Sung Deuk smiled, patting his hair carefully. "You fainted, kid. Just take a deep breath for me, we're gonna get you some help."

Hoseok frowned, his lips forming the so familiar pouting siot letter even while disoriented and confused. Although his eyes were closed, Namjoon could tell he seemed ready to cry. "It's okay, Hope-ah," he tried to encourage. His voice was trembling. He swallowed it back, for his friend’s sake. "They're gonna take care of you."

"Joon-ah...?" Hoseok asked softly. His hand in his hair balled into a loose fist, and Sung Deuk gently peeled his fingers back and took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze in his own.

"Yeah. I'm here, we're all here," Namjoon answered him. Reaching a hand over he smoothed back Hoseok’s hair. His hand stroked his cheek gently, and his older friend seemed to melt under the touch. His face began to relax, turning his cheek towards the touch. It seemed to be soothing, and he was glad that even though he wasn’t sure what caused the sudden ailment, at least it was easing his pain.

The staffer with the ice pack just moved it around as she spoke with Sung Deuk in hushed tones, and the two decided to move him from the floor. “Hoseok-ah,” Sung Deuk called softly, “let’s try to sit up, okay? Joon-ah.”

Namjoon nodded, shifting a little closer. As Sung Deuk pulled Hoseok’s arm, Namjoon moved behind him to help hold him up—and Hoseok’s eyes rolled in the back of his skull again. His body felt almost too heavy as he immediately fell back on Namjoon, and for a moment Sung Deuk watched him carefully. Namjoon was absolutely horrified, holding Hoseok in his arms as if he’d break if he let go.

“What happened?” he could hear Jin asking behind them.

“I think his blood pressure dropped.” Sung Deuk sighed as the realization hit him. He’d seen this in some performers before, especially some of the hardest working trainees. “He probably overdid it and didn’t realize… We’re going to take him to the hospital.”

As Sejin hurried over, Sung Deuk reached to pull Hoseok from Namjoon, but the tall rapper was too concerned to let his buddy go. Their choreographer had to smile, and he reached a hand for Namjoon’s shoulder. “Let us carry him to the car, okay?”

Hoseok stirred at that moment, head falling to Namjoon’s shoulder. With that, Namjoon sighed, nodding. He uncurled his hands and, with Jin’s help, the three of them got Hoseok onto Sejin’s back. Sejin quickly walked with him out of the classroom, the other boys hurrying after him. It was only once they made it to the van did they turn to the group for a headcount. Teary eyes, worried faces…

“Only one of you. He’s going to be just fine, but I don’t need all six of you worrying in the waiting room,” Sejin said to the group.

It was unanimous, and with a gentle shove from Jimin who’d been clinging to his sleeve, Namjoon stepped forward. “I’ll go,” declared their leader.

With a nod, Sejin wasted no time in turning back to help Hoseok into the car. He’d come to once more, and despite being a little disoriented, was coordinated enough to climb into the van and sit on his own. Sejin moved to the front to the driver’s seat and Namjoon crawled in on the other side, but it was then that the Hoseok could see the worried faces of his band members. He seemed confused, but despite the grimace that seemed to take residence on his face, he put on a bright smile for the boys.

“I’m okay, it’s okay,” he told them softly.

“H-hyung,” Jungkook squeaked, before more tears began to fall from his cheeks. Jin pulled him close to his chest. Before they could get too emotional, Sung Deuk buckled Hoseok in and pat his shoulder. “See you soon.”

“Ah… yeah.” Hoseok gave him a shaky thumbs up. And with that, Sung Deuk closed the car door. From there, they decided to call a break for the rest of them. Missing two of them, there wasn’t much else they could do, and the boys they knew would be too worried for their fallen comrade to focus, so their filming staff didn’t make them. With their choreographer leading them back into the classroom area, they went for snacks and drinks, and the staff made sure to check on each of the boys to make sure they were physically feeling okay and staying hydrated. They couldn’t have another one falling apart on them.

~~~

The hospital had gotten to Hoseok quickly. Hoseok managed to stand on his own alright when the driver pulled the car to the front, but he looked pale and weak as Namjoon held his arm. They opted to set him in a wheelchair to lead him in, concerned about his double fainting spells, and the nurse led them to a private room in the back. A brief checking of his vitals showed no illness, but definite signs of overexertion. Preliminary scans showed no concussion, but he was dehydrated enough that the staff had attached him to an IV almost immediately.

Only a few minutes into the bag and color already began to return to Hoseok’s face. Namjoon breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at Hoseok and noticed his friend’s demeanor already perking up a little from the cot he lay on. He still looked tired, but not as pallid, and definitely seemed more aware of everything going on in the hospital. With a sigh of relief, once the doctor left, Namjoon just smacked his arm.

“Don’t scare us like that anymore, Seok-ah!”

Hoseok grinned, looking exhausted but still amused. “I didn’t mean it… I’m sorry, I ruined the shoot.”

“You didn’t ruin the shoot. Sejin-nim said we can always go back.”

Sejin, sitting in the corner, nodded as he typed away on his phone. “We can have the studio for another day. If you’re feeling better tomorrow, Hoseok-ssi, we can try again tomorrow.”

With that, Hoseok’s smile fell and he shook his head. “No, let’s try tonight. I’ll be okay.”

Sejin and Namjoon both frowned at that.

“No way, Seok-ah.”

“Yes way, Joon-ah.”

Both of them frowned at one another, until someone cleared their throat from the doorway. At the sight of the doctor, Namjoon bowed slightly and stepped back. “Doctor, he’s going to need to rest for the day after this, won’t he?”

“I’m feeling better,” Hoseok answered instead.

The doctor chuckled as he walked over. “I know you’re eager to get back, Hoseok-ssi, but we just need to make sure this won’t happen a second time.” He moved over to check Hoseok’s vitals again, pleased to know he didn’t develop a fever. He already ran warmer than normal, but his temperature hovered right at 99F. His pulse seemed back to normal too, which had him smiling. Hoseok watched the check, eyes more aware. “Well… You are stable as he is right now. What I want to do is at least get your blood sugar up, see if that will help as well.” With that, he reached into the pocket of his white coat and handed Hoseok a package of salted crackers and a granola bar. “Eat these.”

Hoseok looked at the snacks and grinned. “Thank you, Doctor!”

The doctor pat his shoulder and left the room, and Namjoon sighed, reaching over to open the cracker pack. “So you just needed water and snacks? Jeez, Hoseok-ah, next time eat the rice at breakfast!”

Laughing, Hoseok shoved Namjoon’s hand back and bit into the granola bar. Not deterred, Namjoon opened the pack anyway and stole a cracker. Hoseok just snacked lazily as Namjoon pulled out his phone and called Yoongi’s cell, amused when it was quickly on speakerphone. After reassuring them that everything was fine, they merely chatted for a few extra minutes as background noise, about their game plan. They still had to wait for the doctor’s clearance for Hoseok to leave, but they couldn’t make any rash decisions yet. The boys knew that. They were just relieved to hear Hoseok awake, laughing along with another terrible joke from Jin.

The doctor returned half an hour later, and after confirming Hoseok’s vitals were still looking good, he gave them the clearance to leave. He heavily recommended they take him home to get some rest and a proper meal later, and orders to return if systems persisted. But they were free to go.

“Guess it was just a fluke,” Namjoon said, ruffling his friend’s hair.

Hoseok swatted his hand away, but looked at Sejin the moment the doctor left the room. Sejin grabbed Hoseok’s uniform jacket and turned to look at him, but the young dancer reached up for it. “We were almost done with filming, right?”

Sejin nodded. “Just the last rose scene with the actress, and the second set before tomorrow’s film change.”

Looking up at him, Hoseok nodded. “Can we go back?”

That had the manager pausing, staring as if he didn’t hear the young man before him. But given Hoseok’s determined look… despite overworking himself to the brink, Hoseok was still ready to give it his all.

Namjoon and Sejin exchanged glances. And Namjoon turned back to his friend. “Hobi—”

“No, let’s go back,” Hoseok interrupted him. “I’m okay, I can finish the dance.”

“But Hobi, you just—”

“And I feel better now. I don’t want to set us farther back.”

Sejin sighed. “It won’t set us back. We can just book the set again; we have time through editing.”

But Namjoon could see the determination in Hoseok’s eyes. When his friend became this driven, it was very hard to say no to him. Namjoon just slumped in the chair, closing his eyes. “Take a nap, Hob-ah. If you’re still doing okay when we get there, we’ll see what Sung Deuk-nim says when we get there.”

That was as close to ‘yes’ as possible. Hoseok grinned and just leaned against Namjoon, eyes closing as he felt Namjoon’s arm drape over his shoulders. Despite his best attempt, he did doze right on his leader’s shoulders. Namjoon waited until he heard Hoseok’s little sleeping sniffle before he opened his eyes, making brief contact with Sejin from the front seat.

“He’s not going to take no for an answer even when we get back, is he,” Sejin sighed.

Namjoon nodded. “He barely listens to me on a good day about rest. But if we work through the evening…”

“I’m sure we can clear your schedules for tomorrow.” Sejin smiled, immediately opening a text message. Namjoon smiled; Sejin kept his promises, he’d make it work out.

~~~

“Pleeeease?” Hoseok begged. He was a lot more chipper when they arrived, apparently feeling loads better after the car’s power nap. The commute wasn’t a far distance, but the traffic getting back in midday Seoul rush-hour took nearly an hour. It was enough time for Hoseok and Namjoon to both catch power naps, but while Namjoon still seemed to be waking himself up, Hoseok was bright-eyed and energetic. Perhaps some of it was an act, anything to convince their choreographer to continue, perhaps it was just to convince himself.

Their choreographer sighed, giving him another once-over. He’d already briefed the others that their dance leader wanted to continue and had pushed them back to the stylists for refreshing their makeup to play it safe. They only had a few scenes left, having finished with their female co-star before Hoseok’s earlier collapse. It would be intense, primarily dancing, but Hoseok’s determination shown too brightly to be ignored.

And he was a softie. He caved immediately.

“Go revisit the stylist-noonas. Joon, you too, your hair’s flattening. We’ll resume in 30 minutes.”

Hoseok cheered aloud. His enthusiasm was infectious, the three maknae joining in on his cheers as he nearly skipped over to the stylist’s room. Jin just looked to Namjoon, who had paused to shrug off his hoodie.

“Are you sure he’s okay?” Jin asked.

“Of course not,” Namjoon grunted back. He just sighed heavily. “But he’s not going to listen to me. We’re just going to have to watch out for him. The doctor said he was okay to leave, so Hob-ah says it was just a fluke.” The two shared worried glances with Yoongi, who’d come over after fixing his shoes.

Yoongi just shook his head. As their second eldest and a great reader of people, they both silently asked for his input. Yoongi thought on it for a moment, then shrugged. “You said Sejin-nim’s clearing our schedule tomorrow, right? It’s worth letting Hobi tire himself out with a job well done. He’ll be stressed out if we don’t let him try, and then we’ll all have to wake up early tomorrow.”

That was true… they’d probably have to continue early, which wouldn’t help any of them. It wasn’t like they had healthy rest schedules, being a rookie group anyway, but if they were getting a clear schedule over pushing through one evening, it was worth trying.

They heard loud laughter coming from the stylist room, and could immediately tell it was Hoseok’s.

“That does it, then.” Jin sighed, pushing Namjoon’s shoulder. “Go on and get your curly chicken feather fixed.”

“It doesn’t look like a chicken feather, hyung!” Namjoon complained, but he hurried over to get his hair fixed as Jin gathered the maknae back over. They were in for a long evening.

~~~

It wasn’t as long as they’d thought, surprisingly enough. The seven boys gathered around the monitor behind their choreographer while he replayed their last clip of footage. It was clean, insanely clean. Their best take yet! And with that, the cinematographer clapped his hands and dismissed them for the day. With a loud cheer, the group bowed to the staff before they were lined up to film the end of the shooting sketch. Excited to be done, Yoongi went for the camera first, hamming it up with Taehyung. Namjoon glanced over at Hoseok, who looked tired but proud, glad they’d finally finished the filming and wouldn’t need to push anything further. With one final cocky phrase to the camera, Hoseok did his best to look smug, but he hurried off as dots began to swim in his vision again. As the camerawoman moved to film Jungkook and Jimin next, Hoseok found the closest seat and dropped down, sighing.

Namjoon and Yoongi just fanned him with their hands. With a thumbs up from Sejin, Namjoon reached over to ruffle his friend’s hair.

“Come on, Seok-ah, let’s go home.”

And the relieved but bright smile on Hoseok’s face was the best thing the other two rappers had seen all day. Tomorrow was a well-deserved day off.

#whit writes #sick!hoseok #caretaker!namjoon #caretaker!sejin #bts sickfic #!fever #!fainting

[crystalsnow95z]

Hoseok with persistent coughing trying to reassure the members he’s okay … until he’s not

I changed this around so much that if I touch it anymore, I'm afraid I'll butcher it even more.. so it's staying as is.. it doesn't have a proper ending sorry.

"Jungkook-ah, you're doing it half second too quickly. Slow down." Hoseok tells him, motioning for the staff to cut the music so he could talk.

"I'm sorry Hyung. I'll do it right this time." Jungkook gives a small bow to Hoseok, feeling guilty for making Hoseok have to scold him. Hyung sounds like he's losing his voice.. I don't want him to waste it on me..

"Hoba we're running out of time, we need to do the sound check." Yoongi states, checking the time.

"It's been that long already?" Hoseok looks at the time. "Aish.. okay, okay.." Hoseok clears his throat trying to soothe the itch in the back of his throat before speaking again. "We'll leave it for now."

"Everyone have their mic packs and in ears?"Namjoon takes over, checking his own back pocket to be sure it was secured to his jeans.

The boys confirm everything was in order before going out to greet the crowd. Hoseok pops a cough drop into his mouth to try to ease the dryness in his throat.

"Take it easy today, okay, hyung? Please?You already overdid it yesterday.." Jimin pleads softly on their way to the stage.

"I'm fine, Jiminie, it's just the air here. It's really dry. If I drink enough water, it'll be fine." Hoseok smiles, trying to reassure his worried teammate.. "Just just a bit of a cough. It's no big deal. Okay?"

"It sounds like its gradually getting worse compared to this morning.." Taehyung adds in, sharing the same expression as Jimin.

"I'll take some medicine before we go on for the real thing and everything will be fine. Okay? Focus on the show.." Hoseok tells them, ignoring the urge to cough.

There's only a week left on our tour.. I can't be getting sick now.. it's just the dry desert air.. I'll be fine once we leave for the next city..

Hoseok lies to himself, coughing as soon as he knows it'd be drowned out by the sound of the crowds cheering when they see the seven of them come on stage.

"Hello Army!" Jimin greets them, pushing back his worry to give army a bright smile.

"Army are you ready?" Namjoon asks the crowd, Army responding to his voice with a loud roar of yesses and screams.

"That was pretty weak. Army yesterday was louder." Yoongi teases the crowd, giving them a gummy smile.

I can do this..

"ARMY! If you're excited make some noise!" He tests his mic, motioning for staff to turn it up when his voice comes out quieter than the other members.

The crowd responds to him despite his quieter volume, the stadium echoing with their screams even louder than the first time.

"Let's go!" Hoseok shouts into the mic, pushing himself to be louder than the crowd. It's fine.. I'll just take some medicine tonight to be on the safe side...I'll be fine..

Hoseok sits on the lift, covering up another cough. He started feeling sick for a few days now, but it was more of an annoyance than anything. Today, it felt like someone was squeezing his throat, making it hurt to breathe. The medicine isn't working today.. why? We're so close to the end of the tour..

"You okay Hoba?" Namjoon asks, crouching down to talk to him asking for the third time since they reached the stadium.

"Yes, I'm fine. It's just a cough.." Hoseok repeats the same thing he's been telling all the members all day, doing his best to hide how awful his throat hurt him. Everyone's exhausted..Jiminie had to do two IVs and Suga-hyung had to get cupping done to make his pain bearable.. It's nothing I should worry them with.. there's only three shows left.. I'll see a doctor then..

He sighs in relief when he feels the lift rising up to the stage, giving him the escape from his members' worried gazes.

Everyone gets back into their positions, the music to RUN starting, the crowd screaming when they see Taehyung walk across the stage to join the others, Namjoon singing his part.

Hoseok stumbles when he tries to rise to his feet, not realizing how weak he felt. Sh*t.. we're not even a minute in and I'm already making mistakes..

He quickly recovers moving with the other members as if nothing happened, but he could feel the eyes of the other members watching him with concern plastered across their face.

I'm sorry. I'll do better so you won't have to be distracted by me and my mistakes.. I can do better..

Hoseok pushes through the choreography, taking a deep breath to try to calm himself, pushing harder to try to make up for his mishap. The blood was pounding in his ears, making it hard to hear the sound coming out of his in ears but he couldn't find the time to adjust them.

Jin brushes his fingers across Hoseok's back when they cross paths, trying to comfort him mouthing 'it's okay' when their eyes meet.

With the encouragement of Jin, he finds the strength to push through the next two songs, but with each verse he sang the harder it became to resist the persistent itch in the back of his throat, trying to softly clear his throat.

After the third song ends it was time for introductions, the music stopping, the adrenaline that was keeping him going dissolving when the cheer of the crowd stopped.

Hoseok tried to catch his breath, but before he could recover he saw the members lining up, quickly joining them, locking his knees when he bowed with the others, his fingers trembling when he puts them by his chest like the others.

"1,2,3..hello we are BTS!"

Hoseok's voice is drowned by the others, not wanting to push his voice further. After Namjoon started talking, he turned away from the audience to talk, hoping they'd only focus on who was speaking.

Jimin quickly rushes to the end of the stage, calling staff over with a hand gesture. "Hobi-hyung needs warm water or tea.. could you prepare some, please?" He has to lean in close to them to be able to be heard over the sound of the crowd cheering for Jin's kiss he blew into the crowd.

"Hoba are you okay? You don't look well.." Yoongi says by Hoseok's ear, rubbing his hand down his spine. "Do you want to sit? I'll sit with you."

"My throat hurts a bit, and I'm tired but I'm okay. I just need some water.." Hoseok reassures him, ignoring the weakness in his knees. If I sit it'll just be harder to get moving again..

Yoongi goes to fetch Hoseok some water, but Jimin was already on top of it, giving Hoseok a bottle, opening the lid for him.

"I asked them to get you something warm, but drink this for now Hyungie.." Jimin tells him,rubbing the back of Hoseok's neck with a towel. "You're really sweating, you need to stay hydrated.."

Hoseok takes a few mouthfuls, choking on the water when another bout of coughing bubbles up from the back of his throat Yoongi wraps his arm around Hoseok's waist to keep him from falling, Jimin rubbing his back.

"Are you okay?" Jimin asks in a worried tone, his eyes widened. "Do you need to see medical? It's okay if you can't perform.. your health is more important hyung.."

"No, no...I'm..I'm fine. I just.. it went down wrong.." Hoseok reassures them, taking smaller sips of water. I gotta pull myself together, Yoongi-hyung is next to speak after Taehyung, then it's my turn..

Yoongi lets go of Hoseok when he hears Taehyung reaching the end of his greeting, the camera panning to him.

Hoseok runs his hands through his hair, feeling uncomfortably hot underneath the stage lights trying to get his bangs from being plastered to his forehead. The itch in his throat was building, but he couldn't allow himself to cough. I'm already worrying everyone enough..I can't cough anymore..especially with how much it hurts to sing already..the concert only just started.. I'll see if I can take more medicine when the vocal line sing their medley..I'll be okay..

Yoongi tries to keep the crowd entertained while Hoseok catches his breath, leaving him to be babied by Jimin.

Jimin tries to style Hoseok's hair to stay out of his face, keeping his arm wrapped around Hoseok. "Poor hyungie..try to take it easy today.. don't overdo it.. you'll lose your voice.."

"I won't push it. I'll ask staff to turn my mic up more.." Hoseok moves away from Jimin, going to the end of the stage to talk to staff.

"I don't know..it doesn't sound like you're excited to be here.. I said make some noise.." Yoongi growled into the mic, getting the crowd into a loud roar of cheers, his eyes following Hoseok while he moves across the stage, buying him more time. "How long as it been since we performed here?"

Jimin quickly moves next to Yoongi, replying to his question. "Two years?"

"Two and a half." Yoongi corrects him. "Who do you think you are, it was my turn to talk. I was talking to Army." He says with mock offense,smiling with amusement.

"Ah! That's right. I'm Jimin! I'm so excited to perform here!" Jimin smiles mischievously, taking over. Yoongi rolls his eyes at Jimin's take over trying to hide his smile.

Hoseok sipped on the water, trying to ease the painful itch in his throat clearing his throat. He took a deep breath when he heard the crowd chanting for him, their voices renewing his strength. They waited years for this.. i can do it..

"Your my Hope..." Hoseok was afraid even with the mic up all the way his voice wouldn't carry, but the crowd grew silent as soon as he spoke. "I'm your hope.." Hoseok paused, forcing back another cough. "I'm Jay..."

"HOPE!" The crowd finished for him, screaming loudly.

"I'm sorry Army. My throat isn't in the best condition today.. I'm okay though.." Hoseok apologizes with a bow, now lying to himself, BTS and army. "I won't say much.. but I'm so happy to hear your cheers."

Hoseok pushed through the show, his condition only growing worse the more songs they performed. He couldn't keep up with the other members, guilt churning in his stomach when he saw the other members run across the stage to interact with army when he himself had to stop moving everytime he wanted to speak into the mic.

The song ended, the lights going off for the rapline to quickly switch outfits and do their rap medley. He struggled to catch his breath, Namjoon helping him down the steps and into a chair. "Hoba you need to slow down, you're going to faint if you keep going like this.."

"Here Hoba.. breathe.." Jin puts a can of oxygen by his face, Hoseok taking deep breaths. "Is that better? I think you should sit for the rest of the show.."

Hoseok nods, relaxing when the lightheaded feeling fades. "Thanks hyung.. that's much better.. I'm sorry for worrying you guys..I won't move much during the medley and I'll rest while the vocal line performs..the rest of the songs are slower..I'll be okay.. I don't need to sit.." he tried to keep his coughing at the minimum, trying to clear his throat to speak.

"Here, drink some tea hyung.." Jungkook holds a cup by Hoseok, leading a straw by his lips.

The warm liquid felt nice on his swollen throat, until he had to swallow, forcing himself not to wince in front of the others.

"One minute until the VCR is over.." Staff calls to them.

Hoseok quickly switches clothes, taking a deep breath. "I'm ready.."

Hoseok stepped on the lift, adjusting his in ear, regretting his decision to stay standing. The sound of the crowd mixed with the flashing green lights made his head pound, making him feel dizzy. Yoongi started rapping first, Hoseok focusing on the deagu boy.

Yoongi and Namjoon both move across the stage to interact with army, Hoseok bouncing on his toes to the beat, trying to keep his cough under control. They made it through the first song without much issue, but when Hoseok went join in for the chorus, he ended up coughing, clamping his lips shut to try to force it down.

I dont think i can do this.. it hurts so much.. it hurts to breathe..

The realization made his blood run cold when he felt the pressure building in his chest, placing his hand over it.

Namjoon started his verse, the two boys unaware that Hoseok was on the verge of tears. Hoseok rushed to the other end of the stage where staff set up tea for him, taking a large mouthful to try to recover his voice in time for his part to come.

No, no, this can't happen.. I still have more concerts.. I can't..

"Hoseok-ah, are you okay?" Namjoon rushes to Hoseok when he notices him, but Hoseok quickly moves away from him. He knew if Namjoon looked at him he would pull him from the performance and he couldn't allow that. The thought of how worried Army would be if he stopped mid song was the driving force that made it possible to force his voice out for his verse, it coming out as a rough growl, the crowd squealing at his raspy voice.

I can't keep up.. i can't..

Hoseok used the last bit of his voice, using all his energy just to stay on his feet. Hoseok couldn't hold back his coughing anymore. The force rattled his body, making him lightheaded. When he swayed Namjoon quickly goes behind him, wrapping his arms around to help balance him.

I shouldn't have let him perform. I should've noticed how bad he was..

Namjoon felt his emotions swelling up, taking a deep breath before rapping, his heart racing when the first sentence comes out as a stutter. F*ck..

Hoseok buries his face into Namjoon's shoulder, trying to muffle the sob that escapes his lips. He tried to hold back the tears, but all the frustration he felt poured out like an open flood gate. "I'm sorry.."

Namjoon finishes his verse, Yoongi taking over the chorus while he tried to console Hoseok. "Hey, hey its no big deal. I just missed the timing and had to get back on the beat. It's my fault not yours.."

Hoseok shook his head, quickly wiping his eyes to sing his part, the crowd growing silent to be able to hear him, but he only got three sentences out before his coughing became out of control, army trying to take over for him.

Yoongi starts singing with them, his eyes glued on Hoseok. We need to get him off stage.. he's not fit to perform physically or mentally.. he's way past his limits.

Jungkook and Taehyung had the same thoughts as Yoongi, the two youngest members joining them on stage Jungkook singing Namjoon's part, motioning for him to take Hoseok off the stage.

Namjoon nods, taking out Hoseok's in ear. "Hoba, Hoba get on my back.. please?"

Hoseok sniffles, shakily climbing onto Namjoon. His whole body shakes as he clings to the fellow 94er, coughing into his back. "I'm..im..im.." he tried to apologize, but he couldn't get the words out.

I ruined everything.. how can anyone enjoy the show now?

"Oh my poor baby. Don't cry.. Don't cry.. it's okay. You did everything you could.." Jin uses his thumbs to dry Hoseok's tears. Jin strokes his back, feeling Hoseok trembling underneath his fingertips. Hoseok was inconsolable, his breath coming out as hacking coughs.

"Breathe, you need to breathe..take a deep breath for Hyung.." Jin orders him gently, running his hand through Hoseok's sweaty hair.

I couldn't hide it, now the rest of the show will be ruined.. the others worked so hard to make the show perfect..and i ruined it..

Hoseok could hear the crowd cheering, knowing that the rap medley was over, pushing Jin away. "G-go.."

Jin was reluctant to leave, but knew Hoseok wouldn't calm down if the show stopped because of him letting him go.

Namjoon wraps around Hoseok, holding him tightly. "Hoseok you did all you could and that's all that matters. Don't worry about the concert just focus on getting better okay?"

Hoseok tried to reply, but only another bout of coughing comes out. Namjoon wipes away his tears with his thumbs. " 'kay.." he whispers, clinging desperately to Namjoon. He took deep breaths as Namjoon strokes his hair,listening to his racing heartbeat.

"That's it.. good.. just relax.." Namjoon sighed in relief when he felt the tension melting from Hoseok's body.

Yoongi brings Hoseok some water and medicine, opening the waterbottle. "Hobi do you think you take some medicine for me?"

Hoseok nods, partly opening his mouth so Yoongi could put the pill on his tongue. Namjoon puts the water bottle by Hoseok's lips, gently tilting it so he could get a few mouthfuls of water.

Hoseok pushes the water away when he feels the urge to cough again, covering his mouth to avoid coughing on Yoongi.

"Two minutes until the vocal lines medley is over." Staff informs Namjoon.

"Okay.." Namjoon responds, swearing under his breath when he realizes he had to leave Hoseok right when he was calming down. I want to take care of Hoseok, but it's hard enough to perform with one member..

"Don't worry about me..okay?" Hoseok hoarsely whispers, clearly reading Namjoon's thoughts just by looking at him.

"We'll take care of Hoseok-sii. We'll get him to a doctor..he wants you to perform.." Staff promises. "Just focus on the show.."

"Try to get some rest, okay Hoba? I'll come see you as soon as I can." Namjoon promises, reluctantly letting him go to switch clothes.

"Come on Namjoon-ah.." Yoongi pulls the youngest rapper by his wrist, leaving Hoseok in the hands of the staff members. "I don't want to leave him either.. but the show must go on.."

#bts sickfic #bts #bts boys #bts fanfic #bts taehyung #bts sickie #bts jhope #bts namjoon #bts jungkook #bts jimin #bts jin #bts yoongi #bts hobi #bts hoseok #sick!hoseok #sick!hobi

[softbtsickies]

Fic inspo? Idk

#bts emeto #sick!hoseok

[setsuuestsu]

Drinking Tea When They Usually Don’t

Yoongi frowned when he smelled the peppermint tea coming from the living room. He never drank it, and Hoseok only drank peppermint tea a few times a year, usually only when he was sick. 

“Seok?” Yoongi called. He heard the TV on so he quietly crept towards the living room, being careful to not make much noise in case Hoseok was asleep. He saw Hoseok carefully sipping at a steaming mug of the tea, a blanket wrapped around his curled up form on the couch. The tea was what raised alarm. Hoseok was cold often, so the blanket was excusable, but he never drank tea unless he wasn’t feeling well.

The younger male looked up, face paler than his usual honey-toned skin. “Hey, Hyung.” he rasped out, coughing slightly. 

“When did this start?” Yoongi asked, sitting down next to Hoseok and pulling the younger male onto his lap. Hoseok immediately clung into his chest for warmth. 

“It was just a sore throat this morning.” Hoseok murmured, coughing afterwards. “Then it started to get worse.”

“Have you taken your temperature yet?” He placed a hand on Hoseok’s forehead. It was boiling under his touch. He didn’t wait for the younger’s answer before heading to the bathroom to grab the thermometer from the cabinet behind the mirror.

102.6. A high fever.

“What hurts?”

“Throat, an’ my head.” Hoseok murmured, closing his eyes and curling closer to his blanket. “‘M so cold …”

Yoongi sat back down next to Hoseok, reaching over to place the thermometer on the coffee table. He gently pulled Hoseok back down onto his lap. He raised his arm slightly and ran his fingers through Hoseok’s damp hair. 

“Close your eyes. I’m here now, yeah?”

#sick!hoseok #jhope #bts jhope #bts #bangtan jhope #j hope bts #jhope fanfic #short #drabble #sick #sickfic #hobi #yoongi #sope

[sickybubbies]

Morning Blues: Hoseok

S/O Sickness Series (1/7)

Synopsis: Hoseok's wife is suffering from morning sickness, he tries to help her despite having a very weak stomach himself.

A/N: doing something a little different this time! Tell me how you guys like it!

Warning: Graphic descriptions of vomit/vomiting, anxiety.

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His wife is so, so nauseous this morning. She can't stop moving, can't stop burping. The sound of her retching draws Hoseok's concern like a magnet, the hairs on his neck prickling. A weak stomach isn't so much a weak stomach, more like a stomach in a body that's too susceptible to sensory stimulation. Everything makes him squeamish, everything—he almost gags as he passes the bathroom door.

Hoseok lingers outside the bathroom door. He doesn't think he could stomach the sight of another puddle of vomit without adding to it himself, so he waits for his wife's voice. "Hey. Feeling any better yet?"

This is what he feared most. The retching sounds come first, followed by a wet splash of her vomit spilling back onto the bowl. Hoseok's body begins to quake as he tries his hardest to keep from adding to the puddle, his nails digging into the flesh on the inside of his palms.

His heart shatters in two as his poor wife struggles in vain to reassure him. "Darling..." he says, his tone trembling and desperate. "Oh, my god. Darling, I— I'm coming in."

Hoseok gently closes the door and rushes to his wife's side. She's so pale, so sweaty, so fragile. His hand rests atop her belly with the gentlest of touches. "I'm going to get you some water. Just sit tight, darling." His voice is as gentle and soft as she is ill and miserable; jaw clenching in slight worry in case she starts heaving in front of him.

He hurries to the kitchen, his head swimming with worries. The sight of his wife's fragile form wracked by illness made his chest ache. In the moments that he's gone, his wife's belly rumbles, a low, throaty growl of a noise. The retching begins again, this time with him out of direct earshot of her cries of anguish.

His stomach flips and he claps his hands over his mouth before he can vomit. Hoseok is already feeling like he might keel over at any time. "She's okay. She's okay... I just need to get her water..." he mumbles to himself, it is enough to make him nauseous too.

It's spreading through his veins, his stomach heaving. "Fuck.." he murmurs to himself, his chest feeling hollow, his skin cold as ice. "I'm coming I promise!" He yells out to her.

The smell of sewage and bile swirls in his nostrils, the sounds of his wife's tortured retching only making his own stomach twist even harder. He's already pale; he might be even paler now.

Then comes the wave of heat, washing over him in a sickening wave of prickling. He knows what's coming, what his body is telling him. "I can't do th—achk!"

He barely makes it into the sink in time.

An awful, low, gut-wrenching sound. A deep, guttural heave; it almost sounds like a moan. He can already feel the saliva building in his mouth, and the bile burning in his throat. His entire chest is shaking now, rattling as if every muscle is spasming.

His stomach releases a torrent of thin, yellow bile, the smell of it making his eyes roll. The backs of his knees feel weak, his toes curl against the cool floor beneath him.

"I can't be like this..." he whines, leaning fully into the sink and letting the vomit spill back into its depths. His fingers tremble. He's got no control over his body at this point, his mind is empty. A wet, splashing sound; it's coming from both directions. "H... Ugh... Ugh!"

His stomach spasms and, like a volcano, a lava of half-digested food erupts from his throat and sputters into the sink. He clutches the counter beneath him; his palms are slick, his jaw is in pain. As the worst of the retching passes, his body is wracked by the most violent of seizures.

A wet sound assaults his ears as the vomit rises and rises within him. His cheeks sink, his lips curl. He makes a sound then: a low, moaning whimper that doesn't have the strength to be voiced any higher. His throat convulses with heaving coughs as he spews, eventually just as he began, it all comes to an abrupt stop. His hands fall to his sides and his eyes close. "Christ..."

His head dips down and rests on the sink. He's pale as a corpse now, his body trembling and sweating under his clothes from the effort of emptying his stomach. "Why do people... get this? Why did this happen? What if she heard me?”

Hoseok's head jerks up, his eyes wide and wild. The room is spinning; the only static point is his wife, standing before him. Her arms hang by her side, her hair in shambles. His chest heaves and he staggers. "Darling..." he pants. "I'm so sorry... I—" He looks like he could vomit again for a second time.

"I tried to hold it in," he manages, fighting a sudden wave of nausea. "I tried so hard, but..." He feels like he's sweating bullets, and he probably is. He begins to wonder if maybe he's sick. This must be how he looked to her just thirty seconds ago... he can only imagine now. "I'm sorry," he rasps.

A moment between the two passes. Y/N's soft hands lift to his face. His eyes squeeze shut, forehead against hers. This is what he feared most. For his wife to see him like this—it would be the end of the fantasy. He has a weak stomach. She knows that he has a weak stomach, but she's never seen it. But here he is, pale and trembling like a leaf in a storm.

The embrace is comforting, and he rests his head on her shoulder. A long sigh falls from his lips. "Darling... what am I going to d-do..." he stammers. Her back is so warm, but his cheeks feel like ice. He can't stop shaking. "I can't be... like this... not in front of you..."

"Hoseok it's okay, you can't help that you have a weak stomach. It's okay baby"

Hoseok sniffs back his tears. It's a humiliating feeling, being this weak. But his heart breaks and his shoulders hunch when his poor wife calls him 'baby'. He's always been the strong one, the resilient one; he's never been the one who needed to be nurtured. "Hnnh... You don't mind? I— I'm sorry... I really am..."

"It's okay," she speaks again, voice as comforting as the touch of her fingers. She strokes his cheek, and the action melts all of his fear and anxiety. No one has made Hoseok feel like this before, and he's glad it's her. "Just take your time... it's okay..." she tells him again, rubbing his side comfortingly.

Slowly, he steps away. His hand is still gripping her hand, his thumb gently caressing her knuckle as he gazes up at her face. His wife looks tired as well, as though her battle had left her worn out. Hoseok's gaze softens, a sweet, sympathetic look as he looks to her and simply says, "You okay?"

She nods in response, leaning up and pressing a kiss on his forehead. "I'm okay, I feel better. Just tired, I've washed up already"

"Mmm... Okay, darling. Come on..." Hoseok gently picks his wife up and moves through the house, carefully laying her in bed and tucking her into the blankets. His eyes are sleepy as he turns to the bathroom to wash his hands, cleaning off his sweaty, vomit-clotted face and rinsing out the sour taste from his mouth.

When he's back in the bedroom, Y/N is already in a deep sleep. Hoseok lays down beside her, his head propped on his arm as he gazes down at her pregnant belly. As he watches it gently swell, he relaxes more, letting Y/N slip further into the quiet, soothing embrace of sleep.

"Oh, you are such a menace, you little rascal." He shakes his head and presses a kiss against his wife's belly. "You keep trying to make her so sick, don't you?" This, Hoseok does. With a tender pat to the tummy, he says, "That's right. You better not do that again today." He smiles, watching as the bump rises and falls, the soft motion of Y/N's breaths.

His eyes droop, his face relaxing into a smile and then a yawn as he lets the darkness take him. In his arms, his wife is still, her body sleeping peacefully in the bed. In that room, it is peaceful; the family is together as they doze for the rest of the morning.

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #sick!hoseok #x reader #pregnancy au #tw: vomit #tw: anxiety