#sick!wooyoung

[whats-k-popping]

Cuz you're amazing. Wooyoung in his Bouncy era and the prompt “I got your hair, it’s okay.”

Thanks for requesting Anon! 🧡🧡🧡

Pairing: Wooyoung x Hongjoong - platonic intentions, but open interpretation.

Words: 1916

Warnings: Emeto || Graphic Descriptions of Vom!ting || Stomach Ache

Inspiration: Bouncy Era Wooyoung. (Using content from the MV filming with creative liberty).

“Cut!” The director calls out and all eight members drop their characters, trying to regain their breath after filming the group dance scene. “That’s a wrap for this location. San-ssi and Wooyoung-ssi, you’re off to the next location to film your scenes. Everyone else, filming resumes tomorrow.” Crew members hustle around the set to collect the equipment. Meanwhile, the members all walk back to wardrobe to get back into their street clothes. 

Wooyoung and San are quickly ushered away by the managers toward the van waiting to take them to the next location. Hongjoong tags along as well. If anyone asks, he just wants to monitor their progress. But the two 99z know Hongjoong’s going to keep an eye on them. And they can’t blame him for it. Not since their last solo shoot. 

“Can we get food on the way?” Wooyoung asks whoever is listening. “I’m starving.” He emphasizes, rubbing a hand over his stomach with a defined pout. 

“Wooyoung-ah, you still have to film. You don’t wanna dance on a full stomach.” Hongjoong reminds, “You’ll make yourself sick.” 

“Just a little something? Please,” the youngest pleads, “It’s mostly acting in the next scene. I don’t really dance. And my outfit’s loose too.” 

Hongjoong reviews the plans for San and Wooyoung’s solo shoot, reading over the notes. And Wooyoung’s right. There isn’t any choreo to film. So he doesn’t see why Wooyoung couldn’t eat something before the shoot. He sighs, “I guess there’s no reason you can’t get a snack.” 

Wooyoung’s pout morphs into a wide smile. “You’re the best, hyung!” He hugs the leader, much to his displeasure. 

Wooyoung chooses tteokbokki as his snack, despite Hongjoong warning him that something spicy might not be the best idea. The youngest 99 disregards the warning, reminding the leader that he loves spicy food. And he can totally handle it. Hongjoong’s skeptical, but the satisfaction on the younger’s face as he slurps up each rice cake eases him. 

“Spicy,” Wooyoung exhales slowly as he swallows the last bite. 

“Cheon-yang gochu vibe” San sings in response. Even Hongjoong has to laugh at the remark. 

When they arrive at the set, the three members separate. Wooyoung is set to shoot first, so he rushes off to wardobe. San’s directed to make-up to start applying his fake injuries. And Hongjoong reviews the set to make sure everything’s in order. He chats with the director and other crew members while he waits for Wooyoung to join them. 

Wooyoung’s not a man of many regrets. He trusts his decisions and makes choices passionately, even if they aren’t always the best choices. He sees no point in reflecting on the past or thinking in hindsight. And he always looks for the bright side of every situation and doesn’t try to assign blame. 

But this time. This time he thinks he’s made a mistake. His stomach gurgles while he’s getting his hair done. He knows something is wrong, and he hasn’t even moved around too much. Even though he’s not dancing on the set, he’s still moving around. And the remnants of his tteokbokki snack will be sloshing around with him. He finds himself wishing he hadn’t chosen such a spicy dish for his snack. 

They’re on a tight filming schedule. So he’s going to have to push through the discomfort and get in character. A few deep breaths and he’s ready to head out to the set. Wooyoung immerses himself in the character in order to suppress his angered stomach. 

The first few takes go on without a hitch. He has to suppress a few sour burps here and there, stifle hiccups every now and then. But there's not much movement. He just needs to sit in the van and let his expressions do all the work. 

He stands close to Hongjoong as they walk toward the boxing set. He contemplates telling his leader about his upset stomach, but he fears the barrage of 'I told you so's and 'I tried to warn you's that he's sure the leader would unleash upon him. So he fidgets with the hem of his button down and listens to Hongjoong's voice as they walk. 

Hongjoong is actually praising him. Or rather, praising his character, as they walk on. "This concept really fits you, Young-ah. The long hair really compliments your visuals." The leader plays with the ponytail, "I think Atiny will really like it." 

Typically, Wooyoung would bask in his leader's praises, even if it's just complimenting his consistent visual role in the group. He would usually bat his long lashes to get more attention. Or tease Hongjoong for showing any kind of affection. But he can't even force a smile. It's taking all of his effort to swallow the growing nausea and keep it at bay. 

The rapper also notices that Wooyoung's not responding to the compliments in his typical fashion. He had suspected that something was wrong during the van filming. He'd caught the younger member grimacing between takes with a fearful look in his eyes. He figured it was just nerves. So he's trying to boost the younger's confidence. It doesn't seem to be working. "Wooyoung, are you okay"? Before he even gives the other member time to answer, he continues, "You know to tell me if somethings wrong." 

A few seconds of silence pass between them and Wooyoung fidgets more. Hongjoong has to stop him before he rips a button of the shirt pulling at the hem like that. "Hyung, I-" he's about to confess when the director calls him to the set. His whole demeanor changes. "I'll tell you later." And he scurries to find the director. Hongjoong sighs as he goes to stand by the monitors. He ensures to keep an eye on Wooyoung and pull the plug if anything seems out of sorts. 

Wooyoung doesn't have any specific role here. He's just supposed to move around the boxing ring. They'll cut the best clips for the video later. It's both a blessing and a curse. On one hand, he doesn't have to move too much. But on the other, it leaves too much time for self-awareness. 

"Can't you give it more passion, Wooyoung-ssi. You're lacking energy." The director scolds. Wooyoung's movements aren't exactly aligning to the beat of the song. Wooyoung is obedient, so he starts jumping around the ring, all smiles and sexy expressions as if his stomach isn't tumbling inside of him. 

"Much better! Keep it up," The director praises. After who knows how long, the director calls a cut. "Okay, how about some shots jumping on the ropes?" The camera crew rearranges to shoot the far corner and Wooyoung gets into position. He turns his back to the camera and rubs his stomach, pleading that it holds out until after the filming. 

He does what he's asked to do. If he were feeling better, he might actually enjoy swinging and jumping around the ropes. But his stomach has had enough of it. The burps are coming more frequently, and they're getting harder to stifle. And each one brings back the spicy flavor of the tteokbokki that he's trying to forget. 

While he plays on the ropes, he feels his hair tie loosen, and with the next throw of his head, the strands fall around his face. The director quickly cuts the cameras and calls for the hair crew on set. 

Wooyoung jumps off the stand and runs off set. Hongjoong assumes at first he's rushing to the monitor to review, but the younger member sprints past the monitor area and past the crew. The leader watches as the long strands of hair bounce as he exits the stage. Before the director can yell at him for unprofessionalism, he apologizes and assures to bring the other back quickly. 

Hongjoong chases after Wooyoung, not with anger but with worry. He follows the patterned button down shirt all the way to the bathroom. "Wooyoung-ah!" He shouts to get the younger’s attention. 

Wooyoung can't turn around, too fixated on making it to the toilet in time. He hovers over the nearest sink with his lips pressed tightly together. As he stares down at the drain, he watches his long strands of hair dangle around what would inevitably be the splash zone. He tries lowering his head, but his hair just ends up sitting in the sink. And that's objectively worse. 

A long belch nearly tears his lips open, filling his mouth with foul tasting sick. But he manages to hold it back with a muffled whimper. He clenched his eyes shut and shakes his head, frustrated with the whole situation. He vows he'll never eat tteokbokki again after this fiasco. 

It's the calming voice of his leader that soothes his nerves. Long, gentle fingers scrape against his hairline, pulling the long strands of hair back. Hongjoong tightly grips the strands to keep them out of Wooyoung's face. 

"I've got your hair. It's okay." He coaxes the younger, placing his free hand over one of Wooyoung's against the edge of the sink. "You can let it out." 

It's embarrassing vomiting like this in front of their leader. But Hongjoong is the only person he feels like he needs right now. He parts his lips just enough to let the sick he had stored in his cheeks fall into the drain. Undigested chunks of tteokbokki fill the sink, too large to fit down the grate. The sight and the smell force another wave before he even has time to breathe. 

While Wooyoung catches his breath, Hongjoong guides the vocalist into a stall. He's easy to maneuver, relinquishing all control to the captain. The rapper situates him in front of the toilet and readjusts his grip on Wooyoung's ponytail. When Wooyoung doesn't immediately puke again, Hongjoong speaks, "Do you think you're done?" 

Wooyoung shrugs his shoulders. He certainly hopes so, but there's still a sour feeling in his stomach. 

"Do you think you can finish the filming?" He asks. He releases Wooyoung's hair, tucking the strands behind each of Wooyoung's ears just so they're out of the way. He makes a mental note to redo Wooyoung's ponytail once they're out of the bathroom. 

Wooyoung knows he doesn't really have a choice in the matter. "Can Sannie film now? I'll finish, I just need a few minutes." 

Hongjoong nodded, "I'll talk to the director. I'll let him know you're not feeling well, and see if they can film San's scenes now while you rest." 

"Thank you hyungie." Wooyoung cuddles against the elder. Hongjoong doesn't shy away despite his distaste for skinship or the putrid odor clinging to the vocalists lips. 

Once Wooyoung's stomach feels settled, he and Hongjoong make the journey back to the greenroom. "You know, this wouldn't have happened if-" 

Wooyoung cuts the leader off, "Hyung, no!" He whines, drawing out the last syllable. "Please no 'I told you so's. I don't feel good. I can't sit through a lecture right now." 

Hongjoong chuckles at the whiny member clinging to him as they shuffle through the studio. "Alright, I'll save it for later," He pets the younger's hair as they walk, thinking to himself about how much he likes the long strands. "kind of like you should have done with the tteokbokki." 

Wooyoung's stomach gurgles at that and a small burp jolts his body, like the mere mention of the food is enough to make him sick, "Hyung~~~." 

"Okay, okay." Hongjoong soothes, "You just rest, Young-ah. Hyung will take care of everything."

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A/N: I had tried listening to Bouncy on repeat while writing this, but eventually had to stop because I kept getting distracted by the chorus choreo. I had to stop. If this song isn't my Spotify #1 song, I will be legitimately surprised. I listen to Bouncy at least 5 times a day. I also watched the music video a ton and took notes from the MV Filming to include in this request. To say I'm obsessed with Bouncy era would be an understatement. So thank you for the request!

As always, thanks for reading to the end! Feedback is always appreciated. And please let me know if I missed any tags or TWs. Please call me out for any errors you notice!

#kpop sickfic #ateez sickfic #ateez emeto #ateez #ateez bouncy #sick!wooyoung #caretaker!Hongjoong #ateez canonverse #tw emeto #emeto fic #aki writes #aki sickfic #aki requests

[kcomfortplace]

Sick Wooyoung Headcanons

Very clingy if he feels unwell

Either is very vocal about it or will get completely silent

Struggles with stomach problems

Isn't embarrassed about anything and will tell you straight away

Please rub his belly. He lives it and it's the only thing that helps him

Doesn't like to throw up and needs you by his side or else he will hold it down as long as possible

Even more clingy and annoying if he has a high fever. Tends to get delirious or gets nightmares

Cuddles are the best medicine

If he gets burpy you know he feels unwell

Sometimes doesn't notice how he feels

If he feels mentally unwell he just curls up in your lap and wants his head to me petted

Needs praise and a lot of reassurance if he messed something up or missed his schedule

Will cry easily if he has a fever

Can't handle dizziness and will cling onto your arm

Scenarios:

He came down with a bad fever and kept trying to steal kisses and as you said you won't give them to him he started crying

#kpop sickies #kpop sickfic #sick ateez #sick!Wooyoung

[k-sickies]

I didn’t know your requests were open! Can you write a Wooyoung fic? I can just imagine that he’d be really moody and emotional when he has a fever and Seonghwa and Hongjoong would do their best to take care of him despite him being wicked high maintenance!

Thanks for your request! Actually I gave me a really good idea. You have to wait for your actual request a bit tho-

I thought about making two parts. So there’s the first part feat Yeosang as the caretaker. In the second part you’ll get moody feverish Woo and caretaker Hongjoong! 🥰

Part 1

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Wooyoung shivered for the tenth time today, his cheeks flushed as he cuddled up next to Yeosang.

They’re currently waiting on the set, Wooyoung and Yeosang being the last one to get their pictures taken.

Wooyoung complained about being cold the whole day. To anyone who crossed his way. As loud as he could. Always making sure to sneak on one of the members and cuddling up to them. Mostly it was Yeosang. It’s always either Yeosang or San. Even though he does love to sneak up to Hongjoong and steal hugs and kisses. All of the members are just so comforting to him.

However Yeosang has a special place in his heart. Being his oldest friend, the reason he ended up here in the first place. They can be playful, having play-fights and make fun of each other, but they’re also always there for each other. So of course Wooyoung searches for any kind of comfort from his friend as soon as he feels bad in the slightest .

Yeosang takes a look at the dancer next to him. He’s shivering, but his cheeks are red and his face feels clammy and hot. Eyebags on display, his usual healthy skin looking gray. He really doesn’t look good, he probably came down with something. That’s all Yeosang could think about..

Wooyoung nuzzles his head more into the shoulders of his friend. Softly whimpering in discomfort as he squeezes his eyes shut.

Yeosang furrows his eyebrows in concern.

“Are you okay?” He asks worried.

Wooyoung swallows “Dunno..” he mumbles.

The slightly younger leaned his head back and closed his eyes, the action making him dizzy.

“Just a bit dizzy...”

Yeosang nodded and pulled the younger closer into his frame. Reaching out and holding Wooyoung's hand in his. Caressing over the back with his thumb.

Yeosang leans forward and rested his lips against the younger's forehead.

“Mhh what are you doing..?” Wooyoung mumbled sleepy

“Checking your temperature.” Yeosang said with a blush, pulling away. “I saw that in a show.”

“Mhm. You should do that more often.” Wooyoung grins as he cuddles more into the side of his Yeosang. Intertwining their hands.

Leaving Yeosang to blush even more.

“Yah! That idiot definitely is running a fever.” Seokjin mumbled.

Wooyoung pouted sadly. “Don’t call me that, I feel bad..”

Yeosang sighed “I’m sorry. I hope you feel better tomorrow.”

Oh how Wooyoung wished he really would feel better tomorrow..

#sickfic blog #kpop sickfic #ateez sickfic #sick!wooyoung

[feverishly-kpop]

Ateez - Flu - Part 6

It was noon by the time Seonghwa returned with Yunho in tow. Hongjoong popped his head out of his bedroom, dismayed to find his dongsaeng still flushed with fever but took solace in the fact that the glaze in his eyes had lightened up since the prior day.

“He’s doing a lot better, Joong” Seonghwa reassured upon noticing the concern on Hongjoong’s face as Hongjoong joined him in the living room. “His temperature is down and he has some meds to keep it that way, but they said the fever won’t break for another few days. The meds have been knocking him out straight away though so that’s something.”

Yunho groaned at the reminder, the fever taking its toll on him and his brain feeling scrambled and groggy from his medication.

“I’ll put him to bed” Seonghwa said as he wrapped an arm around Yunho’s shoulder. “Can you grab him a bottle of water?”

Hongjoong made it to the kitchen before his vision blurred, a reminder of the illness that was setting in with no regard for the fact he had sick kids to take care of. He took a few moments to collect himself, letting the dizzy spell pass for the time being.

Once Yunho was settled in Seonghwa and Hongjoong collapsed on the couch, both clearly exhausted.

“Did you sleep last night?” Hongjoong broke the silence, already knowing the answer.

Seonghwa shook his head as he rubbed his eyes harshly. “His nurse wanted me to go home for the night but I didn’t want him to wake up alone.” Hongjoong nodded in understanding at that. He would have done the same thing. “I tried to sleep in the chair but I couldn’t get comfortable. How about you? How are Mingi and Wooyoung doing?”

Hongjoong sighed before responding. “Mingi is Mingi. He wants nothing to do with anybody right now. I’ve been forcing tablets and water into him. He’s not very happy with me right now. And Wooyoung…” his voice trailed off for a moment before continuing. “I tried to get him to sleep in San’s bed and have San stay with Yeo and Jongho but he ended up in bed with me.”

Seonghwa glared at him with disapproval. Hongjoong knew that Seonghwa was concerned about him coming down with the flu too, but Seonghwa also had no idea that that ship had already sailed.

“Don’t look at me that way, Hwa. Please.” Hongjoong said defensively. “It was either that or stay up with him all night while he cried. This flu is no joke.”

Seonghwa rolled his eyes, the tension in the room building by the moment. “Yeah, I’m fully aware, believe it or not, after spending the night in the fucking hospital with Yunho teetering on the edge of what could have been a dangerous fever. But thank you for the reminder.”

Even in his current state Hongjoong could sense that this interaction was devolving into something that he didn’t have the capacity to deal with at the moment. “You’re right, I’m sorry. You need to get some sleep now though.”

“Shit…no, I’m sorry. I’m not trying to pick a fight…I’m just…yeah I need sleep” Seonghwa quickly agreed. “Please wake me up if you need me though” he added as he trudged off to bed.

*~*~*~*~*~

The sound of the front door opening startled San awake. Seonghwa had his hands full with Yunho and didn’t even seem to notice San, who had taken up residence on the couch.

Wooyoung had kept San and Hongjoong up for the better part of the night and into the early hours of the morning as his fever spiked and the body aches set in. Hongjoong had finally gotten him settled into San’s bed, hoping that keeping Yunho and Wooyoung together and Mingi isolated in his own room would prevent further spread but, by the time Hongjoong carried Wooyoung off to his shared room with Seonghwa, San wasn’t sure where he should sleep. His own room was out of the question, his bedding damp from Wooyoung’s sweat and tears, and he wasn’t sure when Yunho would be coming home and in need of his own bed.

He briefly considered Wooyoung’s bed before pausing. Yeosang and Jongho were the only members that hadn’t been exposed to the flu yet and San had spent the day with Wooyoung. Not wanting to risk it, San made his way to the couch before collapsing into a deep sleep.

*~*~*~*~*~

San quickly sat up and vacated the couch, his mind still hazy with sleep, catching Seonghwa’s attention as he emerged from Yunho’s room.

“Hey, I’m sorry to wake you, Sannie” Seonghwa said with an exhausted smile as he closed the door behind him. “You look tired. There’s no schedules today, why don’t you get a little more sleep?”

San shrugged in response. “I was napping with Wooyoung when he woke up feeling sick so…I can help you and Hongjoong-hyung since I’ve already been exposed.” San immediately regretted mentioning that to Seonghwa as concern crossed his hyung’s face. He immediately spoke up again, hoping to put Seonghwa at ease. “I’m feeling totally fine, don’t worry!”

It seemed to be enough to placate Seonghwa for the time being. “Well please tell me if you start feeling sick, okay?” San nodded quickly in response before Seonghwa continued. “I hate to ask you, but would you mind going out to the store to get a box of popsicles? Yunho was asking for one on the way home and I gave him Yeosang’s last one yesterday but if it will keep him cool and hydrated…” The speed with which Seonghwa was speaking continued to increase until San interjected.

“What puppy wants, puppy gets” San said with a reassuring smile, grabbing his wallet and heading for the door.

*~*~*~*~*~

“Mingi, let me in please” Hongjoong hissed through Mingi’s door, not wanting to wake any of the sleeping members.

He was about to knock again when he felt a vibration coming from his pocket. Hongjoong rolled his eyes as he opened the text from Mingi:

“Let me sleep.”

Hongjoong was about to protest when he received a second message. A picture of an empty bottle of water with a mostly full bottle next to it.

“At least let me check your…” he was once more cut off, this time by a second picture of a thermometer reading 38.1°.

With that Hongjoong admitted defeat. “Please let me know if you need anything.” After glancing into his own room and confirming that Seonghwa and Wooyoung were still both fast asleep and wrapping an ice pack around the back of Yunho’s hand where the IV needle had been inserted in hopes that it would dull the pain that he was complaining of, Hongjoong stepped into the washroom, locking the door behind him. It took a moment of shuffling to find another thermometer in the medicine cabinet but upon locating it behind a box of bandages he popped it under his tongue. He cringed at the quick beeps that signaled a fever before he could even look at the reading. It wasn’t as if he didn’t already know that he was feverish and he was fully aware that sleeping in close proximity to his own personal little space heater, Wooyoung, hadn’t helped at all, but he hadn’t expected his temperature to be 38.5°.

A cough coming from Yunho’s room quickly drew him back to reality. Knowing it was only a matter of time until he was needed again, he quickly swallowed a few of the fever reducers that he had left on the vanity that morning and turned on the shower, opting to take a fast lukewarm shower in hopes that it would get his fever down enough to continue with his day relatively uninterrupted.

If there was anything that Hongjoong was acutely aware of, however, was that no aspect of his life was ever uninterrupted, and a quiet knock on the door reminded him that this situation was no different.

“I’m just getting out of the shower” Hongjoong responded with a sigh as he turned the water off, doing his best to hide the way his teeth were chattering.

“Hyung” the knocking continued as Yeosang’s voice called to him from the other side of the door.

“Yeosang, please give me five minutes” Hongjoong sighed, doing his best to control his temper. Of course he loved Yeosang, but knowing him he’d be asking where the cereal was or confirming tomorrow’s schedule despite Hongjoong having reviewed it twice with him the day prior.

“Hyung, it’s important…its…”

Hongjoong had had enough. Hastily wrapping a towel around his waist, he swung the door open, prepared to lay into Yeosang about respecting one another’s space and about actually listening to what other people were saying. But those thoughts melted away as he found Yeosang awkwardly holding up San as San awkwardly held up a box of popsicles.

“What puppy wants…” San started before interrupted momentarily with a cough. “…puppy gets” he finished, quickly swinging his arm around to hand Yunho’s popsicles to Hongjoong before leaning a little more heavily into Yeosang.

“Sorry, I’m just a little dizzy all of a…” but before San could finish, his eyes rolled back as the rest of his body weight sunk into Yeosang’s arms.

It took a moment for Hongjoong’s fever-addled brain to comprehend what had happened. And even when he realized that San had fainted, it still took his mind another moment to move on from the first and only thought to cross his mind:

Oh. Fuck.

#kpop sickfic #kpop fluff #sickfic #ateez fluff #ateez sickfic #yunho sick #yunho fluff #yunho sickfic #sick wooyoung #wooyoung fluff #Wooyoung sickfic #Mingi sick #Mingi fluff #Mingi sickfic #sick san #san sickfic #san fluff #sick hongjoong #hongjoong sickfic #hongjoong fluff

[hwanswerland]

happy birthday jazzy @woosansang ♡♡♡

#fio.gifs #tuserjazzy #atzsource #san #wooyoung #yeosang #im very sorry i really wanted to include the knees in some way but i couldnt find any video that would have fit the rest of the vibe #the amount of shit i found on discord lmao but most of that i couldnt really put here so #also i hope you rb this at least twice bc i put that san first so the next time i see him in my notes its at least my own set #i hope you have a great day after all the stressful things happening <33 #*like they're probably still happening but idk what words to use here rn but you get me #i hope you find some time between all that to at least yell at me for this and roasting and personally attacking you yet another time lmao #thank you for being my friend <3 have the best time today with your friends <3 #(sorry im still sick my brain is fried i cant think so this half assed whatever has to do sorry)

[tafeekafee]

⏳️🦊 My Aurora

Sickie: Wooyoung

Caretaker: Hongjoong (and Yeosang)

„Hwa, turn off that god-awful alarm before I shoot myself”, Hongjoong growled into his pillow. As far as he was concerned it was too early and he needed sleep. Badly. It might be his own fault for sleeping like eight hours in total over the span of 48 hours but he was allowed to hate early morning schedules.

“Good morning to you too, Joongie”, Seonghwa answered with a slight laugh. He sounded way to awake and chipper for this time of day. Bastard. At least he turned off the alarm. Small mercies.

But instead of letting Hongjoong sleep, he got up from his bed to peer over the side of Hongjoong’s upper bunk. “Uh-oh, no sleeping”, Seonghwa said and pulled off the blanket to expose Hongjoong to the cold air.

“Meanie”, Hongjoong pouted and yawned.

Seonghwa laughed again. “I distinctly remember you telling me to make you get up by any means necessary last night, no matter how much I beg”, he teased.

“My past self was an idiot. I’m older now, I know better now. And I don’t want to get up”, Hongjoong tried and moved to turn over, away from his annoying hyung. What right did he have to torture him? He was Seonghwa’s captain after all.

Seonghwa’s voice sounded way to gleeful. “I always wanted to do this.”

Before Hongjoong could wonder what he was about to do, Seonghwa had sprayed him with the water bottle he used to mist his succulent plants.

Hongjoong screeched and jolted upright, now wide awake.

“I hate you”, he muttered, wiping his face.

Seonghwa just grinned wider, looking unfairly put together in stark contrast to Hongjoong who probably looked like a mess with an impressive bedhead. He didn’t need a mirror, he knew he looked awful whenever he woke up.

“No, you don’t”, Seonghwa said, “now, do get up. I’ll make breakfast. You get ready, we have a long day ahead.”

“You’re telling me”, the captain grumbled but climbed down the ladder of his bunk.

⌛

Ten minutes later Hongjong was dressed and had sorted out the disaster that was his face and hair. When he stumbled into the kitchen he found Seonghwa at the stove making something, while Mingi and San were sitting next to each other at the table, leaning on each other and half-asleep. Yunho was standing next to the coffee maker, eyes closed.

“Morning”, Hongjoong greeted and received mumbled answers from his members that he wasn’t even sure were words. He could sympathise. Five o’clock was not a time to get up – especially if you only went to sleep at two o’clock.

As he sat down next to San, Yeosang and Jongho made their way into the kitchen, both of them cuddled close together and still in pyjamas. “Morning”, Jongho greeted and flopped onto San. Yeosang sat down next to Hongjoong and turned his attention to the leader.

“Wooyoung-yah is still asleep”, Yeosang explained their roommates absence, “I woke up tonight because he was moving around, said he had trouble sleeping. I let him sleep in my bed but when he didn’t wake up to our alarm I thought he might need more rest and he could maybe eat in the car?” He sounded unsure if he had done the right thing  and worried about his best friend.

“That’s alright, Sang-ah, letting him sleep was a good idea”, Hongjoong praised, wanting to erase the uncertainness off his dongsaeng’s face. He knew how Yeosang often worried if he overstepped boundaries when he decided something – the reason why he mostly didn’t decide anything. “I’ll wake him after breakfast. Sleep is important.”

“I will make him something to go”, Seonghwa added.

⌛

Once breakfast was done Hongjoong and Yeosang went to the younger two’s room, so that Yeosang could grab his clothes and Hongjoong could work on waking up their second maknae.

Wooyoung was curled up on Yeosang’s bed, fast asleep. He was cuddling the pillow to his chest and like that Hongjoong was reminded just how young he was. While he often acted like a nuisance on cocaine on camera Wooyoung was a responsible and caring person. He had seen the awfulness of their industry. Hongjoong would be a liar if he said he wasn’t soft for these moments when his kids, as ATINY would say, seemed like actual kids.

Once Yeosang had left the room, Hongjoong knelt down next to Wooyoung, holding onto the ladder that went up to Wooyoung’s bunk for stability. He placed a hand on Wooyoung’s shoulder and shook it gently.

“Wake up, baby”, Hongjoong whispered, “you need to get ready for today’s photoshoot.”

Wooyoung groaned unhappily but blinked his eyes open. He stared up at Hongjoong for a moment before swiftly turning to the side. Just for a second Hongjoong was confused, then out of a sudden Wooyoung coughed and retched loudly before throwing up onto the floor beside Yeosang’s bed. Hongjoong jumped back in shock, hoping to protect his trousers and socks from the mess and, quite frankly in disgust. He had not anticipated Wooyoung puking first thing in the morning. After a second Hongjoong tried to step a bit closer so that he could rub Wooyoung’s back as the man cried and gagged.

“Oh, baby”, Hongjoong whispered, heart breaking for his sick dongsaeng who was trying so hard to catch his breath. “It’s okay, hyung has got you.”

Finally Wooyoung’s stomach seemed to be done and the younger rolled onto his back again. Tears were gathering in his eyes and trailed down his cheeks. Hongjoong could sympathize: He imagined waking up only to throw up seconds later without any warning was very unpleasant. Ignoring the soupy mess on the ground that resembled last nights dinner a bit too much, Hongjoong sat down on the bed next to Wooyoung’s hip and started stroking his sweaty hair away from his face.

“I’m so sorry, hyung”, Wooyoung whispered, eyes glazed over and sounding exhausted. There was embarrassment colouring his cheeks red.

“It’s okay, Wooyoung-yah, you couldn’t help it”, Hongjoong mumbled back, “is it okay if I call for help? You need to get cleaned up and your tiny old hyung won’t be much of a help, you’ve grown up so much.”

“Can it be Yeosangie-hyung, please?”, Wooyoung asked in a tiny voice. That had been Hongjoong’s plan all along anyways. Jongho, Yunho and Mingi needed to get ready, as did San, and he needed Seonghwa to keep an eye on the others. Besides, if this was a stomach bug then Yeosang had already been exposed – no need to risk getting everybody sick at the same time.

“Sang-ah, come here, please”, Hongjoong called and a moment later the door opened.

“Hyung … what? Oh”, Yeosang said dumbfounded. He quickly gathered himself and made his way over to his dongsaeng who was making grabby hands in his direction. It was cute even in this situation. Yeosang quickly obliged and crouched at the head of his bed, where he could be closest to Wooyoung without getting too close to the mess.

“Why didn’t you say last night that you felt sick?”, Yeosang asked gently.

“I didn’t feel sick then”, Wooyoung pouted.

“Threw up the moment he woke up”, Hongjoong provided, smiling to himself as he watched the interaction between his members. He really loved how they cared for each other like a real family. “Can you get him to the living room so we can get this cleaned up?”

“I’m really sorry”, Wooyoung whispered as he glanced down, paling instantly.

“It’s really okay, baby, you can’t help it”, Hongjoong soothed, “let me just get you a trash can and then you’re all set.”

He got up to get a bucket but then he spotted the room’s trash can. Good enough. It was filled halfway with empty energy drinks that Hongjoong unceremoniously dumped onto the floor.

“Hyung”, Yeosang complained as empty cans clattered onto the floor.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you and Jongho-ah about your excessive consumption of energy drinks anyways. This is just the start”, Hongjoong explained and ignored the following whine in favour of raising his eyebrow at Wooyoung. The second maknae giggled. That was much better than the tears.

“You’re conspiring against us”, Yeosang moaned, understanding Hongjoong’s intention of distracting Wooyoung from his misery.

“File your complains here.” Hongjoong shrugged and pointed at the trash can.

“Hyung, you’re ridiculous”, Wooyoung teased weakly.

“Hyung has every right to complain. Hyung shares a room with Seonghwa. Hyung cleans under the bed three times a week, nothing more ridiculous than that”, Hongjoong said as he placed the bucket down next to Wooyoung.

“Don’t make me laugh, my stomach hurts”, Wooyoung complained, hugging the aching organ.

“Alright, let’s get back to it. Sang-ah, why don’t you get Wooyoung comfortable on the couch with his new best friend while I get medicine and a thermometer?”, Hongjoong said and Yeosang nodded eagerly.

“Up you get”, Hongjoong said and helped Yeosang sit Wooyoung up and then swing his legs over the side of the bed. The sick member’s breathing took on deeper patterns as he tried to stave off the nausea from being upright and Hongjoong was ready to reach over to the bucket if it was needed. Luckily Wooyoung was able to breathe through it.

“I’m dizzy”, he said and closed his eyes.

“Think you can walk or do you want hyung to get Yunho so he can help me carry you?”, Yeosang asked gently.

“Just give me a minute.”

Hongjoong and Yeosang exchanged worried glances. They had never seen Wooyoung this sick before – it was clear he couldn’t stay alone at the dorm, not that Hongjoong would have allowed that. They had an all day shooting of a video on their schedule – somebody who had lots of scenes with Wooyoung could stay back.

“I can go on”, Wooyoung said before Hongjoong was able to finish his thoughts.

“Okay, change of plans. We both help you to the living room”, Hongjoong said, not wanting to risk Wooyoung falling despite his deep trust in Yeosang. Some accidents couldn’t be avoided but he might help as a crutch anyway. Carefully Yeosang and Hongjoong helped him stand, the youngest’s legs shaky and barely able to hold his own weight. The captain reached down and handed Wooyoung the bucket which he cradled against his chest fearfully.

“We’ve got you, it’s okay”, Hongjoong soothed, “if you need to be sick again or feel even more dizzy or anything just tell us.”

Slowly they made their way around the puddle on the floor and out of the bedroom, with Yeosang and Hongjoong having wrapped one arm around Wooyoung’s waist each.

⌛

Yunho was sitting on the couch, fully dressed and sipping his coffee as they entered the living room and he looked up with confusion written plainly on his face.

“What’s going on?”, he asked confused, taking in the view. He clearly wasn’t awake enough yet to understand what was obvious.

“Wooyoung-ah is sick”, Hongjoong explained and quickly Yunho had abandoned his coffee on the TV table to open his arms for Wooyoung to cuddle in. The maknae plopped down onto the couch as soon as he was in reach but refused to lean into Yunho, still holding the bucket under his chin. He tugged at Yeosang’s hand to get the older to sit down with him and Yeosang, reliable friend he was, immediately complied and took his hand.

“You’re really not feeling good, huh?”, Yunho whispered and placed a warm hand on Wooyoung’s back. The younger man whimpered and swallowed harshly.

“I feel so sick”, Wooyoung groaned and burped wetly. Hongjoong winced and sighed. “If you need to be sick, Wooyoung-ah, let it…”

Before he could finish the sentence, Wooyoung lurched forward and buried his face in the bucket, loudly expelling his stomach contents. Yunho helplessly rubbed his back and Yeosang held back his hair from his forehead, steadying the bucket with the other hand.

Hongjoong could only watch, once again. He shuddered at the sound of liquid hitting the bucket and the loud coughing. It was a wonder nobody else had wandered into the living room yet to find out where the wretched sounds came from.

“Breathe”, Yeosang encouraged. Confident his dongsaengs had the situation under control, Hongjoong slipped away to gather the thermometer and some medication from the bathroom. On his way back, he nearly collided with Seonghwa who stared at him – or more exactly at the medication in his hand – with confusion, then worry.

“Hongjoong-ah, are you sick? What is going on?”, he asked frantically, mother henning as always.

“I’m fine, it’s…” Hongjoong was interrupted by the sounds of Wooyoung vomiting again and both of them winced. In the dorm there was no real privacy they had learned – as much as any of them tried to hide illnesses, they would be betrayed by the thin walls. And as the oldest hyungs they were very much aware how easily illnesses spread when everybody lived in each other’s pocket.

They both shuddered simultaneously at the memory of the stomach flu from last winter – it had started one day with Yunho and by the end of the next day only Hongjoong and Seonghwa were left standing (but also with buckets not too far away from them).

“Wooyoung?”, Seonghwa asked.

“Yeah.”

“What about the filming? We need to leave in like less than fifteen minutes”, Seonghwa said.

“I know.” Hongjoong sighed. “I want to know his temperature and then I will call a manager. One of us needs to stay back with him, there is no way he can stay alone. Either Yeosang, Yunho or I – we’ve already been exposed.”

“Who is sick”?, San asked from behind them, a frown on his face. He seemed to have been on his way to the bathroom whose door they were blocking.

“Somebody is sick?”, Mingi asked, popping his head out of his bedroom door.

“Wooyoung is … ah, no, Jongho-yah, don’t go in there”, Hongjoong warned, the younger man having also appeared behind San and reaching for his bedroom door.

“What’s wrong?”

“Wooyoung-ah threw up”, Hongjoong explained with a sigh. “Listen, guys, we need to get ready, okay? San-ah, I hate to ask this of you but could you clean the bedroom? You have the strongest stomach out of all of us present.”

“On it, captain”, San said with a salute, obviously trying to lighten the mood.

“Let’s go check on him. Mingi-yah, can Jongho borrow some of your clothes?”

“Sure.”

Seonghwa and Hongjoong entered the living room to find Wooyoung curled up on Yeosang’s lap, tears trailing down his cheeks. Yunho was sitting next to them, running a hand up and down the second maknae’s arm, the bucket in his reach for easy access.

“Wooyoung-yah, let me take your temperature, okay?”, Seonghwa said and knelt down in front of his dongsaeng. Wooyoung nodded and let his oldest hyung hold the thermometer up to his forehead. Frantic beeping quickly followed.

“Uh-oh, 38.6°C”, Seonghwa read with a frown, “that is really not good.”

“Do you think it’s a stomach bug?”, Yunho asked unhappily. “Did you feel sick too, last night?”

Wooyoung shrugged. “I wasn’t really hungry last night but we had a big lunch so I didn’t think much of it. I wasn’t really able to fall asleep tonight until Yeosang-hyung let me sleep with him. But I honestly thought it was a touch of insomnia.”

Yunho frowned. “We shared lunch yesterday and if you didn’t eat much dinner, I think we can rule out food poisoning.”

“Great”, Hongjoong groaned, “I’ll call the manager. Young-ah, you are in no condition for filming today.” He retreated to the kitchen for some privacy.

“Noona, we have a problem”, he said as the woman picked up, “Wooyoung-yah is sick. He’s thrown up a couple of times this morning and he’s running a temperature of 38.6°. He needs to stay home and somebody needs to stay with him.”

“Dammit”, the manager said, “yes, obviously he needs to stay home. We’ll have to do scenes without him today then. I think it’s best if … hm, Jongho-ah is probably not a good choice. Mingi-yah can stay with him then, they have a few scenes together.”

“Noona, I was actually hoping Yeosang-ah or I could stay back”, Hongjoong said honestly, “Mingi-yah has not been exposed yet and …”

“Yeosang-ah is not an option, he needs to film today. He won’t be able to attend tomorrow due to a schedule conflict. But I guess you can stay home. You have a few scenes with Wooyoung-yah too and your own shoots can be done when and wherever.”

“Thanks, noona.”

“Thank me with the others being punctual, Hongjoong-ah.”

⌛

Hongjoong found Yeosang and Wooyoung in mostly the same position with Yunho still sporting an unhappy frown. Seonghwa was nowhere to be seen, he was probably washing out the bucket.

“Hey, Wooyoung-yah”, Hongjoong said warmly and knelt down to look at the second maknae. Wooyoung blinked owlishly up at him. “Noona said you can stay home today, I’ll be staying with you, okay?”

“Sangie-hyung?”, Wooyoung mumbled, unintentionally pouting. Yeosang was frowning unhappily, rubbing Wooyoung’s arm. He looked reluctant to leave his best friend behind too.

“He needs to go in for filming, baby. He’ll be back as soon as possible, okay?”, Hongjoong explained.

“Oh, alright”, Wooyoung said sadly but let Yeosang get up, instead opting to lie down completely on the couch.

⌛

Fifteen minutes later and punctual as promised Hongjoong and Wooyoung were left alone. Before they had left Mingi had gotten them some supplies and Jongho had brought both of them their bed covers, so there was no need for them to get up at all. They could stay curled up under the covers all day if they wanted to.

Wooyoung had laid down in Hongjoong’s lap, latching onto any heat source he could get. His eyes were closed but Hongjoong knew he wasn’t asleep. There were unhappy lines on the younger’s forehead and the leader could imagine why.

“Baby?”, he asked, “stomach ache?”

Wooyoung nodded weakly. “I’m sorry for all this, hyung”, he said quietly.

“Hush, dongsaeng”, Hongjoong soothed, “you’re sick, it happens. I can’t get you a hot water bottle, your temperature is too high for that, but I can rub your tummy?”

The younger opened his eyes for a moment, blinking against the overhead light and closed them again. “Thank you, hyung.”

Hongjoong sneaked his hand under the blanket and he instantly felt just how upset the younger’s stomach was, gurgling and cramping against his hand.

“Is this okay?”, he asked gently.

Wooyoung just hummed, already mostly asleep.

⌛

Wooyoung felt terrible. Horrible. Disgusting. Weak. Awful. Any negative association he could think off. He hated throwing up and he really had looked forward to filming. Now he was sick and miserable.

He had napped most of the morning except for the few instances where he had gotten sick again. His stomach ached, the nausea was still terrible even when he wasn’t about to puke, his head ached and he felt so frustrated.

He could tell that Hongjoong mirrored the last emotion.

“You should try to eat a bit, baby”, Hongjoong coaxed, obviously at his wit’s end. “I let you slack off breakfast but you haven’t effectively eaten since yesterday lunch. We need to get some nutrients and fluids into you. Then you can even taken some medicine to help.”

Wooyoung knew that the fever was making him feel so awful and emotional but he could help that eating or drinking sounded like the hardest tasks in the entire universe. He was done with being done, done with feeling sick and he didn’t want to risk anything that could trigger another bout.

He only wanted his captain hyung.

Hongjoong had been incredibly patient with him, ignoring his dislike towards skinship to cuddle Wooyoung as much as the younger wanted. He was grateful for his hyung, really. The captain hadn’t even complained when Wooyoung had burst into tears the moment he had stopped touching Wooyoung. Rationally, Wooyoung knew that the bucket needed cleaning out and that for that Hongjoong had needed to leave. That knowledge hadn’t prevented him from crying anyhow, clinging to his hyung. He didn’t want to be alone in his misery, so sue him.

Wooyoung shook his head wildly, his oreo hair stuck to his forehead with sweat so it didn’t even fly around anymore when moved. “I can’t, hyung”, he whined.

“At least some tea? Please?”, Hongjoong asked, obviously desperate. Wooyoung felt sorry towards his hyung who had to deal with him but he didn’t want to be alone.

“I don’t want you to leave”, he whispered, tears gathering in his eyes again. The headache from dehydration had taken up residence ages ago but he was miserable anyway. Tea wouldn’t make it better. Hyung would.

“It’ll be for two minutes, baby”, Hongjoong begged, “you can drink some tea. You haven’t thrown up in nearly two hours now, maybe it will stay down. You need fluids. I hate to do this … but if you don’t drink anything in the next fifteen minutes I’m taking you to hospital for an IV.”

Wooyoung’s eyes filled with tears. He didn’t want to go to the hospital. He wanted to just be okay.

“I know, dongsaeng”, Hongjoong soothed. Wooyoung hadn’t even noticed he said that aloud. “Two minutes.”

Wooyoung let himself be lifted from Hongjoong’s lap and laid down against a pillow.

Within a blink of an eye Hongjoong had appeared with a cup of tea and one of their bamboo straws.

“Just a few sips. I put in some cold water, I tried it. It’s drinking temperature.” The leader smiled down at him and lowered the cup so that Wooyoung could drink. Propped up against the pillow he was able to drink and Hongjoong kept stroking back his hair.

“You are doing so well, baby”, Hongjoong praised when Wooyoung had taken a few sips. “Sleep.”

⌛

Wooyoung barely felt better by evening. His temperature that had gone down with medication in the afternoon had gone up in the evening again. Worse yet, he had slept so much over the day he wasn’t even particularly tired.

Hongjoong and Seonghwa had originally decided to isolate him and the captain but it seemed that shy Yeosang had bullied his way into the bedroom. How that had happened Wooyoung wasn’t sure but his best friend could be stubborn if he wanted to.

That was how he ended up snuggling Yeosang in his bed again, resting on the elder’s chest while he played with Wooyoung’s hair. Hongjoong had pulled out his laptop and was playing soft music over the speakers, working through his email.

Wooyoung still wasn’t feeling good and he would get sick again in the night but soothed by the sound of Hongjoong clicking on keys and Yeosang stroking his hair and telling them about his day he felt better than all day.

Author’s note: For the lovely anon who requested the Wooyoung sickfic with Hongjoong caretaker 💕

I hope you all enjoy!

#kpop sickfic #kpop #ateez sick #ateez sickfic #emeto #ateez #sick ateez #sick wooyoung #caretaker hongjoong #request #🧚🏽‍♀️ #⏳️ #🦊

[maxsix]

Ateez for Elle Singapore (October 2023)

#Ateez #Seonghwa #hongjoong #san #wooyoung #mingi #yeosang #yunho #for Elle Singapore #aww no jongho tho #wy looks sick #he makes me feel sick #that is not a good outfit for mingi #they fcked up the san and mingi styling #they never get san right #i think that cosmo shot was the only time it was nice #i don't get it #mingi looks uncomfortable #but overall this shoot looks cool

[lina-linny]

Summary: Wooyoung takes care of you when you're sick.

words: 1.2k

When I woke up, I felt exhausted. I couldn't move. My whole body ached and it felt like I my hole body suddenly weighed more. My head was pounding when I tried to sit up, so I sank straight back into the pillows. My nose was blocked and my throat hurt. My head was also pounding and I knew I had more than a normal body temperature even without measuring it. I just wanted to go back to sleep. I briefly considered whether I should drag myself to work despite everything, but I decided against it. I wouldn't be any help to anyone in my condition and would only infect everyone.

I reached for my phone with trembling fingers. After calling in sick to work, I hesitated for a moment but then wrote a short message to my boyfriend Wooyoung. I didn't want to infect Wooyoung but I knew I needed some medication that I didn't have in the house and I didn't really trust myself to run halfway across the city to get it. I knew that Wooyoung was always busy because of his job as an idol and I didn't want to disturb him. But all my other friends or relatives lived too far away to help me. Besides, Wooyoung always said I should ask him more for help when I needed it and not always deal with everything myself.

Shaking, I forced myself out of bed and shuffled into the bathroom. There I checked the medicine cabinet again but, as I had feared, the medicine I needed was missing. I sighed and dug the thermometer out of the same cupboard and stared blankly at the red display that clearly showed I had a fever. When I looked in the mirror, I definitely looked like I had a fever too. My face was white and I was sweating while I had actually been freezing cold since I got out of bed. I groaned, ran my hand through my hair and somehow managed to get my wobbly legs to carry me into the living room. I fell onto the sofa and switched on one of those incredibly stupid TV shows. After the MC's first sentence, I was already asleep again. It was exactly what my body needed.

But when suddenly the doorbell rang, I woke up. Trembling again, I walked to the door and had to lean on the small shelf next to it to avoid collapsing. Carefully, I opened the door and looked directly into Wooyoung's smiling face.

I could see in his eyes that he was concerned about me, but he tried to play the witty and cheerful boyfriend to cheer me up.

"Hi y/n!" he beamed at me.

"Hi Woo."

He held a small bag from the pharmacy in his hand, and I was about to gratefully take it, then simply close the door and let him go back to his work while I returned to the TV. However, Wooyoung thwarted my plans and easily slipped past me into the apartment.

"I'll make you some tea," he called from the kitchen, while I just stared at him in astonishment. "Woo, I'm sick. You'll catch it. Besides, you probably have enough to do." Wooyoung just smiled his sweaty smile and urged me to finally close the door. I closed the door with a sigh, knowing that even though I was anything but happy that my boyfriend was now here, it was pointless to argue with him. In the end, he always got his way. As I sank back onto the sofa, I knew that my legs wouldn't have held me for a second longer anyway.

Wooyoung dropped onto the sofa beside me, handed me the cup of tea, and pulled me into a warm and secure hug. I was too weak to fight back, but everything in my body resisted.

"Woo, sweetheart, you shouldn't cuddle with me. You'll get infected. I don't want you to get sick because of me. You s—" Wooyoung interrupted my monologue with a gentle kiss on my forehead.

"Stop worrying, Princess," he mumbled into my hair, planting another kiss on it.

"I don't want you to be unable to work or anything because of me," I whispered. As he pulled me even closer, I could hear the smile in his voice.

"y/n, you know, I really don't care if I can work or not. If I can at least be with you. You're the most important thing to me. I'll stay with you until you're better. My little Princess, I don't know what I would do without you, so be quiet and let me cuddle with you. You come before almost everything, understood." He pressed me, if it was even possible, even closer and showered a million tiny kisses on my hairline.

I sighed, knowing I couldn't win this argument, and finally relaxed into Wooyoung's far too comfortable hug. "Love you, Woo." I felt a bit dizzy because of the fever, so I closed my eyes. Wooyoung took the now-empty teacup from my hand and placed it on the table next to my sofa without breaking the hug. "Love you too, y/n. You should get some sleep, Princess."

-

When I woke up again, I found myself next to Wooyoung in my bed. I resisted the urge to press a kiss onto his perfect lips. I was still sick, and kissing was one of the dumbest things you could do with a cold. When I tried to get up, Wooyoung gently pushed me back into bed.

"I'm not letting you get up until you're feeling better. Understood?" I chuckled lightly at the seriousness on his face.

"Lie back down and tell me what you need."

"Tea," I replied. I sank back into bed, and my boyfriend swung one of his legs over me, now kneeling above me. He grinned mischievously for a moment and then planted a brief kiss on my lips. I shook my head tiredly as Wooyoung giggled and left the room to make tea.

When he was gone, I immediately missed his hug, and it got a bit colder. I hoped he would come back quickly. Woo walked back into the room with the teacup, handed it to me, and settled into one of the chairs in the room instead of returning to bed with me. I looked at him in confusion. Couldn't he just come back to me?

Wooyoung chuckled when he noticed my expression.

"What's wrong? Do you miss me already? I thought you didn't want to infect me." I groaned in annoyance. This little brat could sometimes get on my last nerve. My boyfriend grinned provocatively, and I countered with my best puppy eyes. "Woooooooooooooo, can you please just come over here and cuddle with me? I'm tired." Wooyoung burst into laughter. "Who allowed you to be so cute, Princess?!"

I smiled tired, feeling a bit better when I saw Wooyoung stand up and throw himself back into bed next to me. I closed my eyes as I found myself in his warm hug again. I smiled faintly as Woo planted a short kiss on my hairline. "I love you, y/n." "I love you too, Wooyoung." I snuggled up to Wooyoung and soon drifted into a light sleep.

#ateez x reader #wooyoung #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung x y/n #ateez oneshot #ateez #boyfriend #kpop #south korea #sick #caring

[cheollipop]

i was busy rewatching the mv like three times sorry but we know sounds fucking amazing im ascending

#panda.txt #gonna update the tags while i listen to avoid spamming lmao #HJ AND MINGIS RAPS KILLED ME BRO ISTG #EMERGENCY IS ALREADY HOT ASF #my ass is shaking on its own i swear #DRINK UP ONE MORE DRINK UP ONE MORE #MINGI SKJBRSKBKSN HONGJOONG FUCK #THE BRIDGE HELLO???? STFU THIS IS CRAZY #(intermission while i shake ass to crazy form again) #FUCK that beat is so sick #ARRIBA ALREADY SOUNDS SO CUNTY HOLY FUCK #SAN'S VOICE I WANNA DO THINGS TO HIM #SEONGHWA FUCKING HELL AND JONGHO LORD HAVE MERCY #SKRRT SKRRT IM DYING THIS IS GOLD #ARRIIIBBAAAAAA #stfu song mingi stfu right now SHUT UP OH MY GOD #the build up to the chorus is so fucking good im gonna commit a felony #SAN'S HIGH NOEETBKJJBGKAAKNGKNS NO ONE SPEAK TO ME THE RASP #ok this song will be my personality for the next three months tyvm #WOOYOUNG'S OPENINGIN SILVER LIGHT HELLO????????? NO #silver light is SUCH a driving song omg it's fucking beautiful #also a song i'd play while contemplating life but that could just be me #the instrumental is NASTY i love it oh my god #SING IT WOOYOUNG TELL EM AHHHHHHHHHHHHH #I LOVE THE LOW TONES SO FUCKING MUCH #my eyes rolled back at that last verse holy shit man waht the heck #my throat is dry my lips are cracked hands shaking pussy dri-*GUNSHOT* #im gonna take a quick break to break and come back for the second half bc holy FUCK that was intense and im drained #NO SKIPS #ok brb

[seokmatthewz]

prettiest man of all time

#ateez #wooyoung #atzsource #mgroupsedit #malegroupsedit #maleidolsedit #dailybg #majatual #blueberryshay #useroro #wabisarah #cheytermelon #lunanuggets #userfairy #meganbyte #rosieblr #lucieblr #iri.gifs #i want blond wooyoung to come home so bad......the wavy hair was so cute #the way his bangs almost make a little heart im SICK #i think abt this look constantly its wht solidified him as my bias fkdlslkdf i am a simple woman #wavy haired wooyoung please..........return to my warm embrace FKLDSLKFDSKL

[lilracoonindisguise]

@a0718x0511

#art #fanart #ateez #wooyoung #san #woosan #mingi #this is sick i love it

[joong-tori]

y’all this comeback has me going FERAL and i’m abt to be going ✨🌶️SLOW IT DOWN MAKE IT BOUNCY 지금보터 FLY🌶️✨ forever until the end of time i’m so serious

#AND AND AND #hongjoong looks SO GOOD IM SICK #i love my lil queer husband :( him in his lil cowboy hat makes me all giggly and soft :((( #AND RAPPER SEONGHWA!!!! #WASNT EXPECTING IT BUT GOD DID I ENJOY IT #hwa been working his way into my bias line this entire cb he’s so insane #ateez #bouncy ateez #choi jongho #jung wooyoung #song mingi #choi san #kang yeosang #jeong yunho #park seonghwa #kim hongjoong #kori rants

[whats-k-popping]

Summary: When he opens their bedroom door, he's hit by a pungent rotten acidic smell. It flips his own stomach and makes him put his knuckles over his lips. The smell is reminiscent of vomit, and his stomach instantly desires similar release. His disdain for his boyfriend vanishes immediately. He buries his own ill misery, replacing it with worry for his younger partner.

Pairing: Woosan (NonIdol AU) - established relationship

Words: 3511

Warnings: Emeto || Graphic Descriptions of Vom!ting || Fever || Fake Illness

Wooyoung has been planning this for weeks. A lot of time and research and actual money has gone into pulling off probably the greatest prank of their couples vlogging career. This specific prank seems to be trending right now, as he's seeing all the other couples they follow posting similar videos- "pranking my boyfriend by pretending to sick" and "will my boyfriend take care of me when I'm sick?" He binge watched all of them and found the content to be very cute. Even the gentle scoldings after the prank is revealed. 

And in typical Wooyoung fashion, he wants to show off how abundantly caring his boyfriend is to the whole world. Or to their 307k subscribers anyway. After all, it was his idea to start the channel. And he puts the most effort into making the videos, editing the footage and adding effects. So with San away on a business trip, he sets the plan into motion. 

He researches the best way to fake symptoms, leading him to the purchase of a thermometer that always reads a fever and a grotesque recipe for fake vomit. He hoards dryer lint, knowing it makes him sniffly and sings loudly in their empty apartment, intending to make his voice hoarse. 

San hasn't told him what time his flight leaves, only that he'll "be back Friday morning." Wooyoung pouted and complained at that answer, but San stood his ground. He probably wants it to be a surprise. Well, two can play at that game. He sets everything up the night before San's anticipated return. He doesn't want to risk anything spoiling his prank. Pranking is his speciality. 

He's got a box of tissues, medicine packets, bottled water, and the prank thermometer sitting on his bedside table. Hiding under the bed are a mist bottle of warm water and the jar of fake vomit. He's even set a bucket next to the bed and poured some of the fake vomit into it to really sell that he's been sick for a while. It smells terrible. It's perfect.

And of course, he camouflages the camera in the far corner of their room, angling the lense toward their shared bed to capture the exact moment San walks in and finds him ill. 

He's already filmed his whole preparation process, ensuring to keep his viewers in on the prank. He's even started editing that footage already. All that's left is to really play the part. He puts on his fluffiest pajamas (keeping his baggie of dryer lint in the chest pocket for easy access) and settles into bed, ready for his plan to unfold. 

He sleeps peacefully through the night, but startles awake at the sound of San's obnoxiously loud keychain jostling on his hip. Usually, he hates the thing. But for today's purposes, he's thankful that San chooses to sound like a human tambourine everywhere he goes. When he hears the door to their apartment unlatch, he quickly pulls the mist bottle out from under the bed. He sprays some around his sheets and some on his face before throwing it back under the bed. He starts rolling the camera, then quickly lays back down, ready for San to find him. 

San sighs heavily as he lets himself into the apartment. He rips off his coat, feeling uncomfortably warm in his only layer aside from a loose-fitting t-shirt. He kicks off his shoes and abandons his luggage by the door, not even caring to unpack. He just wants to crawl into bed, ideally snuggled up beside his boyfriend. 

He'd started feeling unwell the second day of the trip. He originally blamed it on the foreign food, but the more his symptoms progress, he thinks that maybe his seatmate on his departure flight wasn't just pale due to air sickness like he'd originally assumed. 

It was a hellish trip, but he was able to maintain productivity in order to return Friday, like he had promised. And was rewarded with a few days off. He'd originally planned to spend those days spoiling Wooyoung. Now he thinks he'll use them to recover from whatever illness his immune system failed to prevent. 

But no use dwelling on it further. He's finally home. Instead he shuffles his way to the bedroom, barely having the energy to lift his feet. He notices that the apartment is mostly unkempt. Dishes unwashed, belongings out of place, trash peeking out over the rim of the receptacle. He scoffs at the sight, mentally cursing the man he calls his boyfriend. He knows the younger isn't much for housework, but he wonders what's been keeping him so busy he couldn't load the dishwasher. Hopefully, once Wooyoung sees how sick he is, he'll clean it up. Otherwise, it will be left in disarray until he feels better.

When he opens their bedroom door, he's hit by a pungent rotten acidic smell. It flips his own stomach and makes him put his knuckles over his lips. The smell is reminiscent of vomit, and his stomach instantly desires similar release. His disdain for his boyfriend vanishes immediately. He buries his own ill misery, replacing it with worry for his younger partner. 

San swallows thickly, taking large strides to Wooyoung curled up so small under the covers. He takes in the scene of obvious illness that's settled around the room, side-eying the sick bucket on the floor as the source of the unpleasant smell. 

He gently brushes Wooyoung's bangs away to feel his forehead. He's not noticeably warm, but sweat coats his face and their bedsheets. Relief washes over him, thinking he must have already sweat the fever out. 

Despite San's touch being feather-light, Wooyoung starts to stir and open his eyes, slowly of course to remain in-character. "Baby, you're home." Wooyoung's voice is perfectly hoarse, all according to plan. Still, he tacks on a chesty cough for effect. 

"I just got back," San strokes along the younger's hairline. "Is my Wooyoungie not feeling very well?" 

Wooyoung just shakes his head with a pout, adding a few shivers. San responds by pulling the blanket up to his chin. "How was your trip?" The younger asks. 

San smiles at his sick dongsaeng, ruffling his hair. "Business as usual" is his simple reply. Leaving out all the bits of his own experiences with illness. "I'll tell you all about it when you're feeling better." 

"Kay," Wooyoung yawns, nuzzling himself closer to San. 

The smell of the bucket beside the bed demands his attention. The effect the putrid odor has on him is becoming too hard to ignore. His stomach gurgles and bubbles in anger the longer he's crouched beside it. "Baby, I'm going to wash this out okay? Do you think you'll need it anytime soon?" When Wooyoung shakes his head, San grabs the bucket holding it far away from his face and rushes to the bathroom. 

He pours the contents into the toilet bowl and flushes all in one quick motion. While he's filling the bucket with water, he uses the sound of the running tap to mask his own gagging. He spits up a mouthful of sick he easily recognizes as the in-flight meal he begrudgingly stomached a few hours ago into the toilet and grimaces. Airline food hardly looks good the first time, but the second time is menacing.

But he doesn't have time to wallow in his own disgust. Not when Wooyoung needs him. He takes a few deep breaths and shakes out the fog from his head. Taking a long look in the mirror, he tries to convince himself it's jetlag. He hopes he could convince Wooyoung, too, should the younger notice his pallor. He flushes his own sick and brings the rinsed bucket back to the bedroom. 

Meanwhile, Wooyoung is exacerbating his own symptoms with a smug smile of success. In San's absence, he not only refreshes the misting he'd applied earlier, but also takes a long whiff of the dryer lint in his pocket. The reaction was almost immediate. He's a watery-eyed, sniffling mess when San returns with the bucket. 

San sets the bucket aside and sits on the edge of the bed. He plucks a tissue from the conveniently placed box and starts dabbing the younger's waterline. "What hurts, jagiya?" 

"Everything," Wooyoung whimpers in such a pitiful way, he thinks he deserves an Oscar for his performance. 

"I'm sorry you weren't feeling well and I wasn't here," he wants to lean over and comfort Wooyoung with a soft kiss, but he doesn't want to further compromise the younger's immune system by introducing new germs. Or vice versa. He settles for scalp scratches, which Wooyoung leans into. "You just rest, hyung will take good care of you now." 

"Thank you, Sannie." Wooyoung coos as he starts to drift off. 

San eyes the thermometer on the side table and it seemingly reminds him. "Don't fall asleep just yet, let me take your temperature first." He pleads, and Wooyoung opens his mouth obediently. 

When the thermometer reads 39.2 degrees, San's eyes widen like saucers. Wooyoung hadn't felt that warm. But he resolves that maybe he's sporting a fever and it's making Wooyoung feel cooler to touch. "You’re burning. I'm going to get you a cool cloth," he rushes off with the thermometer in hand. 

In the bathroom again he rinses the thermometer and sticks it under his own tongue. When it beeps, he reads 39.0 degrees. Wooyoung still has a higher fever. So he needs more attention. He returns with a bowl of ice water and a washcloth. He takes good care to ring it out and places it carefully on Wooyoung's head. 

"Rest up, now. I'll fix you something to eat, then you can take medicine and have a shower. The bedsheets need to be changed anyway." San dictates a pretty organized plan, though he has low hopes of the success rate. 

"Choi San, my guardian angel," Wooyoung slurs with a thick sniffle. "I love you," he puckers his lips expectantly. 

"I love you too." San resists the urge again to kiss his sickly boyfriend. Instead he pats Wooyoung's thigh and exits the bedroom. Their living room futon has never looked more inviting. He throws himself onto it, completely spent. 

He wants to be the doting boyfriend Wooyoung deserves him to be. But his own illness is catching up to him disapointingly quickly. With Wooyoung napping, he's bought himself time to rest. He thinks about cooking something, but the thought of being around food enrages his stomach. And his head feels trapped in a thick fog. He can't guarantee his own safety in the kitchen.

So he opens the delivery app on his phone and orders some comfort foods to be dropped off at the door. As soon as he sees the confirmation screen, his eyes slip closed entering into a restless sleep. 

Alone in the bedroom, Wooyoung is feeling a little disappointed. San is doing a great job at taking care of him. He's unknowingly showing off his gentler, domestic side to their fans. But there's been a severe lack of cuddling. San didn't even kiss him in greeting. San always kisses him after a business trip, to make up for all the missed kisses while he was away. He even rejected Wooyoung's kiss request. Physical touch is Wooyoung's primary love language. And San's not being very physical affectionate. 

In their four years together, Wooyoung has gotten sick more times than he can count. And without fail San had always cuddled with him. San never withheld kisses out of fear for his own health. San never ever left him alone to nap. The thought flickers through his mind that San is onto his trick, but he dismisses it. Impossible, he's been in-character the whole time. He just needs to up the ante for more attention. 

He uncovers the hidden jar of fake vomit, ready to draw back San's attention. He opens the lid. And after a few wet sounding coughs, he loudly pours the contents into the empty bucket. The sound echoes, and the stench of the chunky liquid is even worse after a night of fermenting. The acid smell almost makes his eyes water. But at least the next few coughs are real, gagging on the stench. It helps make the whole presentation more believable. 

San wakes to the sound of liquid hitting plastic, and jumps up when he hears Wooyoung coughing. It doesn't take long for him to piece the two together, despite his fevered haze. And he's in the bedroom before he even realizes his legs moved. He sees Wooyoung cradling the bucket in his lap, face over the rim and spitting into it. His breathing is ragged, exhausted. 

"Hyung," Wooyoung whimpers, "I threw up again. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." 

The whole experience is too much for San's senses. The smell turns his stomach, Wooyoung's high pitched voice which he usually loves rattles a new headache. He suddenly feels too hot and too cold at the same time, feels a fat bead of sweat drip toward his brow. But Wooyoung needs him. 

He takes two clumsy steps before he bends at the waist, vomiting whatever’s left in his stomach onto the foot of their bed. 

For the first time, Wooyoung breaks character. San's never been one to get sympathy sick. So Wooyoung immediately knows it’s an expression of illness. He spares a millisecond glance to the camouflaged camera before rounding the bed, grabbing San before he collapses into his own mess. 

"Wooyoung," San sputters, a line of saliva dangling from his lips. Wooyoung's arms are wrapped around his waist, the only thing keeping him upright. He tries to pull himself away, using the edge of the bed for support. "Get back in bed. I'm okay." 

"No you're not, hyung. You just threw up." Wooyoung is not the strongest, but he has no trouble escorting San to his side of the bed. He gets San to lean against the headboard, away from the vomit stain. "Will you throw up again?" Before San has a chance to answer, the younger walks over to pick up the bucket filled with his fake vomit just in case.

San lets out a belch as the smell wafts before him, but it's dry and unproductive. He shakes his head at the question, assumingly empty, and turns his nose away from the foul smelling bucket. He's convinced he'll feel better once it's gone.

Wooyoung takes the hint and sets the bucket aside to be cleaned later. He presses the back of his hand to the older's forehead. "Sannie, you're burning up!" 

"It's jetlag," he scripts despite how ridiculous it sounds. When Wooyoung doesn’t budge, he quickly changes tactics. "You're sick too. You shouldn't be worrying about me." 

There's a lump in Wooyoung's throat and a guilty look in his eye. This wasn't how he'd envisioned the content to turn out. This wasn't how he wanted to reveal the prank. He feels real nausea from the guilt, but fights it back and confronts the truth, "I'm actually not sick, Sannie." His cheeks flood red with embarrassment, "I wanted to do a prank video. For our channel." 

"But the vomit?" 

"It's just a combination of vinegar, milk, and bread." 

"I took your temperature. You were over 39 degrees." 

"The thermometer isn't accurate. I bought it for the prank." Wooyoung scurries off to the bathroom and San notices there's not a falter to his step. He comes back with their actual thermometer. He puts the tip in his ear and waits for the beep. "See, 36.9." 

San still looks unconvinced. "The sniffling," Wooyoung exposes the lint baggie. "And the sweating," Wooyoung presents the mist bottle. 

San's eyes widen, then sharpen into a glare as he scans the room for the camera. He catches a small glimpse of a reflective surface tucked into their accent plant and points at it. "How long have you been filming?" 

Wooyoung's head hangs in shame. He fidgets with his fingers in his lap, unsure of anything else to do with them. Instinct kicks in and he wants to put his hands on San, but he’s sure the older doesn’t want that right now. "Since you got home." 

San pouts. He's exhausted as his illness settles in. He craves Wooyoung's nurturing. But he's simultaneously angry at Wooyoung for needlessly worrying him. It's a war inside his head that brings a pulsing pain with each new thought.  "I'm going to take a shower." He throws his legs over the edge of the bed, squinting his eyes as dizziness sweeps over him. 

"Do you need my help?" Wooyoung offers, also noticing that San is in no condition to escort himself. Out of habit, he wraps an arm around San's shoulders to support him. But San just shrugs him off, hoisting himself off the bed and slowly making his way to their bathroom. Wooyoung takes the hint, despite how much it hurts. He gives San space.

While San's in the shower, Wooyoung tidies the bedroom. He removes the soiled bed sheets and replaces them with a fresh pair. He discards his props, and sets up San's night stand with the necessities. Amidst the chores, Wooyoung hears their doorbell and finds the food San had ordered hanging from the handle. The blonde smiles at the two containers of samgyetang. 

San emerges from the bathroom dressed in his comfy lounge wear. He doesn't smell vomit when he enters the bedroom, which is a relief. The bedding is changed, turned down on his side, and he settles right in. Wooyoung had everything set up for him. There's medicine on the nightstand. The bucket has been cleaned again and set down for emergencies. And their real thermometer is leaning against his reading lamp. The only thing missing is Wooyoung. 

Maybe Wooyoung really left him alone to take care of himself. He knows Wooyoung would never do that, but the thought still stings. He curls up under the covers and tells himself that Wooyoung didn't do anything wrong. He tells himself that Wooyoung wouldn’t have tried to prank him if he’d known. He convinces himself not to be mad at his best friend. He even blames himself for not telling Wooyoung he’d gotten sick during the trip. Thinking about it nearly pulls him to tears. 

Wooyoung enters the room slowly, carrying a lap tray. "Do you mind if I come in?" He asks cautiously from the doorway. San, nearly on the verge of sleep, perks up at the sound of Wooyoung's voice. "If you need time, I get it. I just want to make sure you eat something. You won’t feel better on an empty stomach." The small laugh that follows is the most awkward sound San has ever heard. 

"Come here," the older encourages, scooting a bit to make room for Wooyoung. 

Wooyoung tries not to feel too excited as he carries the tray inside. He's still feeling guilty about how everything turned out. He needs to make amends. He sets the tray off to the side and sits on the bed. "I'm so sorry, Sannie-hyung. I didn't mean to overwork you. What can I do to make it up to you?" 

San shuffles under covers, a mischievous look on his face. He nudges Wooyoung with his knee until he falls off the edge landing with a thud on the ground. The older chuckles a bit at the pout on Wooyoung's face. It makes him feel just a little bit better. Reminds him of why he loves the high-maintenance blonde. "You can start by taking care of me," he shivers, "I’m too tired to stay mad at you.”

Wooyoung hops off the floor and climbs beside San is the bed, cuddling him and playing with his hair. He leaves feather light kisses against his boyfriend's warm forehead. "Of course I'll take care of you, Sannie. You're in good hands." 

San hums in content, closing his eyes and nuzzling into Wooyoung's chest. "Can I keep filming? I want all of our fans to know that I can take really good care of you, too." Wooyoung asks, eyeing the discrete camera that's already captured the whole altercation.

San smirks. Wooyoung always bounces back so quickly. It's an endearing quality. "As long as you include the earlier footage of you apologizing to me for faking." 

Wooyoung is never too proud to admit his mistakes. Another endearing quality. "Guess we'll split this episode into two parts then." He looks at the camera, then at San again. The older nuzzles close to him. Wooyoung reaches for the bowl without disturbing San’s position. When Wooyoung holds out the full spoon, San just opens his mouth expectantly. 

San eats half the bowl before he can’t stomach any more. He starts to doze off, so Wooyoung quickly gets him to take a dose of medicine. San’s compliant as ever, ready to snuggle up with Wooyoung and sleep until he feels better. Wooyoung whispers, not enough for the camera to hear, "Just rest now. I'll be right here." San believes him.

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A/N: A woosan fic, as promised. Though I must admit, not the one I was working on when I first said I was writing one. I found a new guilty pleasure and had to write a fic about it. I'll be the first to admit I'm not totally satisfied with it. I've been fidgeting with this fic for weeks. I feel rusty after not writing anything for so long. But hopefully getting back into it will help me regain my confidence. So let's see how this goes.

As always, thanks for reading to the end! I really appreciate each and every one of you who make it this far! Feedback is always appreciated. And please let me know if I missed any tags or TWs. Please call me out for any errors you notice!

#ateez #ateez sickfic #ateez emeto #ateez fever #sick!San #fakesick!Wooyoung #caretaker!San #caretaker!Wooyoung #ateez nonidol au #woosan #tw emeto #tw fever #tw fake illness #aki sickfic #aki writes

[sickonthedancefloor]

I decided to write a sickfic, but because it was smut and also 7k words, it went right to AO3 first.

#ateez sickfic #sick!yunho #caretaker!wooyoung #whit writes

[feverishly-kpop]

Ateez - Flu - Part 7

It all happened so fast. Much too fast for Hongjoong’s brain to compute. He only snapped out of it when Yeosang, struggling to shoulder San’s dead weight, suddenly yelled out for Seonghwa.

Seonghwa appeared at his door almost instantly, startled awake by Yeosang’s panicked voice. Hongjoong stood motionless with his mouth agape, the box of popsicles that San had just handed him clutched awkwardly against his chest.

San came to fairly quickly once Yeosang and Seonghwa got him to the couch with his feet propped up on a stack of pillows, but for Hongjoong it felt like ages. He could hear Wooyoung crying, which came as a surprise to him. He hadn’t seen Wooyoung get out of bed. And then somebody in the washroom vomiting. Another surprise to Hongjoong. When had somebody gone into the washroom? When did he even leave the washroom for somebody else to go inside?

“Hyung!”

Hongjoong hadn’t noticed that he closed his eyes until they snapped back open at the sound of Jongho’s voice. He heard bits and pieces of what Jongho was saying and he could see Jongho’s eyes growing wider and wider with each passing second.

Hongjoong suddenly felt the wall against his back as his knees gave out underneath him. Jongho’s face, which was much farther away from him than it had been a second ago, seemed suspended in time.

Until he felt two strong hands cupping his face.

“Hyung, don’t close your eyes. What’s wrong?” Jongho’s voice was coming through more clearly now that he was seated.

“Sorry…” Hongjoong replied, trying his keep his eyes open at the very least. “I guess I got startled…”

Apparently he wasn’t very convincing, because Jongho’s grip on his cheeks tightened.

“Hyung don’t fall asleep!”

That confused Hongjoong. Of course he wasn’t going to fall asleep…

…but actually, maybe he was?

*~*~*~*~*~

“You’re a stupid idiot, you know that right?” Seonghwa huffed as Hongjoong shifted awkwardly in his bed, trying to will the daggers in Seonghwa’s eyes to focus elsewhere.

“Is San okay?” Hongjoong knew that Seonghwa’s lecture would be forthcoming but his concern over his dongsaengs needed to be assuaged before he could focus on anything else.

Seonghwa softened at that, taking a seat on the edge of Hongjoong’s bed. “He’s okay, Yeosang and Jongho are tag teaming getting him and Wooyoung to bed.” Hongjoong nodded, soaking in the relative silence before it was broken by a muffled gag from the washroom. Both Seonghwa and Hongjoong cringed at the sound.

“Yunho,” Seonghwa chimed in before Hongjoong even had to ask who it was. “Again.”

Hongjoong hung his head, irritated with himself for taking Seonghwa’s attention away from the others, angry that he couldn’t help take care of his younger members, and overall aggravated that he had managed to get this sick. He was about to send Seonghwa away when Seonghwa seemed to read his mind again.

“Mingi’s got him. Apparently the only thing that will get Mingi to come out of his room when he’s sick is Yunho being sicker.” They both let out a chuckle at that before Jongho appeared in the doorway.

“Wooyoung-hyung is asking for you, Seonghwa-hyung” Jongho said quietly, not wanting to disturb his hyungs, but he and Yeosang had been unable to get Wooyoung to settle down and they were growing concerned that he’d wake San with his whining. Seonghwa nodded, wordlessly stepping out with Jongho before popping his head back into the doorway.

“This conversation isn’t over Joong. Not even in the slightest.”

Hongjoong signed, sinking heavily into his pillows with a few harsh coughs. Of course it wasn’t.

*~*~*~*~*~

Seonghwa was frustrated. And tired.

And Wooyoung was frustrated. And tired. And sick.

Seonghwa wasn’t proud of the fact that he had more or less tricked Wooyoung into downing a dose of NyQuil. He knew that Wooyoung hated medication that made him feel drowsy. He didn’t like the way they made his head swim before they finally knocked him out. But when Jongho held the bottle up behind Wooyoung’s back with a questioning shrug, Seonghwa nodded, assuring Wooyoung it was only cough syrup in order to get him to agree to swallowing it down.

“Bastard…” Wooyoung slurred as he started feeling the pull of sleep.

“I’m sorry Wooyoungie, but you need to sleep. So does San” Seonghwa replied as he closed the door behind him.

So do I.

But he left that part out.

Seonghwa’s body was craving a nap. Now that the adrenaline rush that had resulted from San and Hongjoong going down almost simultaneously was wearing off and the exhaustion from his sleepless night at the hospital with Yunho was setting in again, he wanted - no - needed to sit down. For just a moment.

He didn’t even make it to the couch before he heard Mingi’s voice behind him, followed by a series of sneezes that made Seonghwa pray that he had covered his mouth.

“Hyung” Mingi croaked out. “Yunho…”

Yunho. Shit. Yes. The dongsaeng who was currently headlong in the toilet. His nap would have to wait.

Seonghwa found Yunho lying on the washroom floor with his head in Yeosang’s lap as Yeosang played with his hair.

“Mingi, you need to go to bed, jagi” Seonghwa instructed. Mingi lingered a moment more, meeting Yeosang’s eyes, who nodded and smiled lightly as if to reassure he’d stay with Yunho for as long as he needed. “Please keep the door unlocked, I’ll be in to check on you once I figure out what to do about this…” Seonghwa added, gesturing vaguely in the direction of Yunho and Yeosang.

Mingi nodded, closing his door but not locking it much to his hyung’s relief.

“His pulse is racing, hyung” Yeosang murmured as Seonghwa joined him on the floor.

Dammit, they really needed a bigger washroom. Or maybe he needed smaller dongsaengs. He wasn’t sure.

Gently taking Yunho’s wrist, he brought his focus back to the task at hand. Yeosang hadn’t been exaggerating - racing was the right word for it. There was a real possibility that Yunho had gotten himself dehydrated again after another round of vomiting.

“Jagi, take some deep breaths, okay? Yeosang and I are right here. You can relax” Seonghwa urged. Yunho nodded but took in only a few shallow breaths. “No, not like that. Nice and deep.”

“I know you know how to do it, hyung. I’ve heard you yell” Jongho said from the doorway behind Seonghwa. Seonghwa hadn’t heard Jongho approach but was relieved that his joke got a small smile out of Yunho, who had his eyes closed, trying to focus on his breath. “Put this on the back of his neck” Jongho added quietly, handing Seonghwa a wet cloth from the kitchen. “Give him a few minutes. His water bottle is almost empty. He’s just worked up and anxious, not dehydrated.”

Seonghwa nodded shakily. Jongho’s maturity never ceased to amaze him. Jongho once told him that it “came with the territory” as the oldest sibling. But Seonghwa always knew that it went beyond that. Jongho’s nerves were made of steel, whereas Seonghwa’s own nerves often felt like jelly in these situations.

Seonghwa carefully dropped Yunho’s wrist, turning back to Jongho.

“I hope you don’t mind but I changed the sheets on your bed with the lighter cotton ones. With Wooyoung-hyung in Yunho-hyung’s bed I figured that Yunho-hyung should crash in your room with Joong-hyung. I cleaned up our room and switched Wooyoung-hyung’s nasty sheets out for clean ones so you can sleep there” Jongho paused, allowing Seonghwa’s sleep deprived brain to catch up, then started again. “Yeosang-hyung and I will get Yunho-hyung up when he’s ready. I refilled his water bottle, it’s waiting for him on your bedside table. Now you need to go to bed, hyung. Yunho-hyung told us that you didn’t sleep last night at the hospital.”

“Jongho, no” Seonghwa interjected quickly, shaking his head. “I need to check in with Mingi…”

Jongho interjected immediately. “I’ll take care of Mingi. He doesn’t look like he’s quite ready to head back to bed anyhow” he said, glancing over Seonghwa’s shoulder toward Yunho, who had fallen asleep thanks to Yeosang’s soft touch and the cool cloth that had given him a few minutes of relief from his fever. “We should let him sleep for a few minutes before getting him to bed. He clearly needs it.”

“I don’t want you to get sick, Jongho” Seonghwa replied, desperately trying to stifle the yawn that threatened to work against him in this debate.

“Look around, hyung. I’m going to get sick. You’re going to get sick. Yeosang-hyung is going to get sick. But it’s going to happen a hell of a lot faster if you keep pushing yourself like this on no sleep.”

Seonghwa nodded. He knew Jongho was right. It was only a matter of time before the virus hit the three of them. The best they could do is delay the inevitable, and hopefully a little sleep would help that happen. He turned back to Yeosang, who was still carding his fingers through Yunho’s hair almost robotically at this point. Without even being asked Yeosang smiled sadly, flashing a thumbs up at Seonghwa.

Feeling reassured for the moment, he left Yeosang and Jongho to it. Sleep did sound pretty damn good right now.

#kpop sickfic #kpop fluff #sickfic #ateez fluff #ateez sickfic #yunho sick #yunho fluff #yunho sickfic #sick wooyoung #wooyoung fluff #wooyoung sick #mingi sick #Mingi sickfic #Mingi fluff #San sick #san sickfic #San fluff #hongjoong sickfic #sick hongjoong #Hongjoong fluff

[userwoosan]

Wooyoung on Universe talking about someone talking bad about him, his weight, his muscle gain, why he wants to please atinys amongst other topics relating to weight and being an idol

#im so sick of people #truly #like jesus christ #hearing eooyoung say he doesnt think he suits being an idol..... #im so pissed #and disgusted #wooyoung is such a hard working talented person #wooyoung #jung wooyoung #ateez