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crystalsnow95z · 8 months

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Req: Yoongi adopts/gets a cat and Jimin is allergic to it?

I think there's a theory that Yoongi has a cat and I would love to see this written, because Jimin is actually allergic to cats lol

Sorry to all the requests I put on hold to do this one. I had an idea right away and keep using all my spare time on it before it's gone.

Sorry my mental health took a bit of a turn so it got a little dark. Tw: anxiety

Caretaker: Yoongi sickie(?): Jimin

Yoongi feels his phone vibrate on his desk, pulling him out of work mode. He checks who it is, answering immediately when he sees Jimin is on the other end.

"Jimin-ah I thought you were busy today." Yoongi greets him teasingly. Jimin had planned to stay in his studio all day until he could finish the song he started to work on.

"I am busy, but I need help. Hang on.. I'll show you." Jimin puts his phone on speaker, playing back the melody he was working on. Yoongi cringed when he heard the awkward mesh of the drums and the guitar that sounded like they were playing two different tempos.

"What the Hell was that?" Yoongi laughs.

"Hyung its not funny!" Jimin pouts, but he knew Yoongi was just being honest. "Could I come over to work on it with you?"

"Of course."

"Thanks, hyung. I love you."

"You're welcome, see you soon Jimin-ah."

"You aren't gonna say it back?"

"Ah Jimin not you too." Yoongi whines.

"Come on hyung. It's not that hard."

"I'll say it if you pick me up some coffee."

"I need to bribe you for love now? Are you serious?" Jimin tries to keep his voice steady, but ends up giggling anyway.

"Love you." Yoongi mumbles into the phone, hanging up.

Yoongi jumps when he hears the doorbell, saving what he was working on. Aiish,was he already in the neighborhood? I didn't expect him to get here That fast.

"Coming." Yoongi goes to the door to let Jimin in. "You did bring me coffee. I love you." The 'I love you' is quickly followed by the rapper taking a big drink of the iced coffee.

"You're cute Hyung." Jimin giggles, seeing Yoongi's eyes go wide whilst he drinks.

"Huh? Thanks.." Yoongi looks away from him, cheeks flushing pink."Let's try to salvage your train wreck."

"Don't call it that! It's not bad! I just overlapped the parts wrong, and I couldn't figure out how to fix it." Jimin sasses with a whiny tone.

Yoongi smiles at Jimin's sudden outburst, chuckling. "Sorry, sorry. Let's go fix your mistakes."

Jimin rolls his eyes but accepts this response, letting Yoongi lead him to the studio he made in his house. Yoongi adds a second computer chair to the desk. "Do you have the flash drive?"

Jimin goes to sit, but an itch in his nose makes him freeze in his tracks. "Hang on.. Heh'itch...heh..Hehitch..ahh.."he wipes his palm over his nose to try to clean up his face."I have it.."

"Here.." Yoongi hands him a tissue. "Wipe your nose."

"Thanks hyung." Jimin wipes his nose, then digs the flash drive out of his jeans pocket, plugging it into the tower. "What is this mess? There's so many..untitled 2 untitled 2.1 untitled 4.3 what do you mean 2.1.."He passes the keyboard to Jimin.

"I haven't came up for the names of the songs yet so they're just numbers.. I don't wanna hear it yours don't look any better!" Jimin huffs,sniffling loudly.

"I thought you got over that cold. Are you okay, Jiminie?" Yoongi asks, fretting over his little brother.

"I thought I did.. I was feeling fine earlier.. maybe I shouldn't have walked here. It was bit wi.." Jimin felt his eyes watering as the itch returns, covering his face. "Heh'hehixh!"

"I think i have some cold medicine. Let me go see. Stay here." Yoongi gets up, letting Jimin open the song he was working on.

I don't understand how I could get sick so fast..

Then Jimin's answer appeared in front of him. When Yoongi left the room, a black cat waltzed in right afterwards, jumping into his lap with a loud purr. "Ah..Seoltangie.. I thought you'd be at your grandparents house.. no, no don't do that. I didn't take any allergy pills.. please.."

Seoltangie rubs against Jimin's hand, demanding pets, headbutting his palm. Jimin tries gently nudging, but the furry friend refuses to budge, just sticking claws into Jimin's thigh to make it harder. "I'm sorry.." Jimin winces when he pulls on Seoltangie to try to get her off.

"Yoongi-yah!" Jimin calls desperately when he feels the sneezes come. "Heh'itchii...Hehtichi...! Hihtrchxxi!" He turns away from the cat, the sound of Jimin's sneezes scaring them away.

His throat felt tight, making his breath come out as short wheezy gasps. "I..I can't pet you..right now.."

"Sh*t..Sh*t I'm sorry Jimin. Come here Seoltangie." Yoongi rushes into the room, scooping up his feline, earning himself a scratch in protest. "I know you don't like being picked up but you can't be in here." Yoongi carries Seoltangie to another room in the house, closing the door behind him.

Jimin tries to get some of the cat hair that clung to his hands off, but another round of sneezes makes it impossible. "Heh'itchi..Ha..Hativkch! HETHIXH..." he rubs his hand across his dripping nose, instantly regretting it when it only makes matters worse. "Hehticu! Hegitidh..! He'iychiugh..." Jimin whines, unable to cover his face because of the black cat hair that was now sticking to his hands from the mucus that coated his hands.

Yoongi rushes back into the room, using a wet wash cloth to clean off his hands. "Take that shirt off, I'll lend you one of mine. I'm sorry, Jimin-ah. I completely forgot i took her home..."

"It's okay.." Jimin let's Yoongi pull off his shirt discarding it in the corner of the room while he makes sure he gets all the fur off his hands Jimin a bag. "Here..Valentino just sent me these so they shouldn't have any fur on them."

"Thanks h...heh'tichi..!" Jimin sniffles miserably. "Ugh.. my head hurts.."

"I'm sorry, Jiminie. I have cold medicine but no allergy pills. I'll have to go to the store.. will you be okay?" Yoongi helps Jimin get a new shirt on.

"Yeah, I'll be fine..I should really carry some with me.." Jimin grabs another tissue, trying to dry his eyes. "I'm not deathly..ah..ahiych!"

"I'll be back as soon as I can then. Make yourself at home." Yoongi leaves his sneezy dongsaeng to go to the kitchen, bringing him a cold compress from the freezer. "Here.. this should help with the swelling in the meantime." He gently places it over Jimin's eyes.

"Thanks Hyungie..." Jimin sniffles, leaning back in the chair.

"Don't fall." Yoongi spins him slowly making the back of the chair lean against the desk. "Just in case. You have problems with chairs."

"I'm not gonna fall." Jimin giggles, Yoongi getting the reaction he wanted.

If he can laugh, then he should be okay for a bit..

"Mao! Mao..!"

Jimin could hear Seoltangie from the other room. "I'm sorry baby, once I take some medicine, I'll pet you.." jimin felt guilty for not giving her attention and for scaring her, but his allergies got worse, making him go from being able to handle holding cats for a bit with just a runny nose and watery eyes to becoming a sneezy mess with a swollen face and red eyes that itched and watered no matter what he did to them.

Jimin shivered, removing the compress. As soon as he sat up the sneezes returned. "Hehith! Heyghi...Heh..ha..Hehtichxxi!"

I need to lay down.. my head is killing me..

Jimin goes into the living room, finding a lint roller on the table to defur the couch. "Heh..tishf..!" Jimin sniffles, removing enough fur to comfortably lay down without making his allergies worse.

I made it to the store. Do you want anything while I'm here?

Yoongi texts Jimin, still feeling guilty for forgetting such an important detail about his dongsaeng. If he remembered he could've secured his furry companion and warned Jimin to bring allergy pills.

Yoongi keeps his arms pulled close to his chest while he navigates the convenience store, trying to move as quickly as possible. He already felt himself being watched, a phone pointed in his direction. He opted to pretend he didn't notice them, knowing if he spoke to them it'll only draw more attention to himself.

Yoongi didn't get an answer from Jimin, so he just picked up some honey butter chips and some ramen.

"Suga oppa could I please have a photo with you?" A woman bows to him. Yoongi recognized her as the one who's been following him around the store.

"I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry.." Yoongi turns her down politely.

"You can't spare a few seconds? I'm a really big fan of yours. I've been following you for almost three years now." She picks up her head, trying to use her pouty lips and long fake lashes to get her way.

"I need to get home to my brother. He isn't feeling well.. I'm really sorry.." Yoongi bows to her, going to the counter.

"What? Who's not feeling well? What's wrong? Do you need any help? I'm in school to be a nurse." She follows him to the counter, continuing to talk to him while the cashier rings him up.

"Hello, how are you, S- sir?" The cashier doesn't look at him when she speaks, her voice shaking with either nerves or excitement. She clearly knew who he was, trying to ignore the fact and be professional.

"I'm doing well, thank you. How are you?" Yoongi speaks to the cashier with a smile, ignoring the woman's questions.

He jumps when he sees her arm moving in his peripheral vision, moving her arm to hold her phone above his head to snap a photo leaning on his shoulder, wrapping her arm around his waist, hitting the button.

Yoongi shakily removes her arm from his waist, taking a few steps away from her. His heart accelerated, his anxiety spiking from her blatant disregard for his personal space. "D..Don't.." He pushes his voice out, but he hardly heard it himself.

"Miss you can't take photos without someone's permission. I'll have to ask you to leave." The cashier informs her coming to Yoongi's rescue.

"No, I got his permission. He said he just didn't have time, so I took it without having to waste any. Oppa, it came out a little blurry. Could we please take another?" She goes for his arm, but he quickly steps back, folding his arms over his chest.

Yoongi shakes his head, no words coming out this time. He couldn't remember the last time he felt his throat tighten, anxiety freezing his vocal cords. She goes to step forward, but the cashier intervenes.

"I said you have to go. Now. Do I need to get a manager?" The cashier puts herself in between Yoongi and the woman. "Get out." She keeps her tone firm, eyes sharp and cold.

"Fine. Suga isn't even that big of a deal. He's not even attractive like Jin oppa or Jimin-sii and you aren't even a good dancer! You're also fat!"She storms out of the store.

Yoongi feels the tension ease from his shoulders when he hears the bell from the door. He takes a few breaths before finding his voice again, pushing the anxiety down.. "Th-thank you. I'm sorry.." Yoongi bows despite his legs shaking.

"You don't need to thank me. I only did my job. Do you need a minute to calm down? I'm so sorry you had to put up with that.."

Yoongi leans against the counter, taking deep breaths to try to calm himself, closing his eyes.

"Do you want to sit down?" The cashier asks voice thick with concern.

"No..no I'm okay.. I really do have to get home.. I'm sorry.. what was the total...?" Yoongi pulls himself together. He hated making others worry about him. She finishes his purchase quickly, handing him his receipt.

Yoongi digs into his pocket, pulling out a guitar pick. "Here. A small thank you.."

Yoongi returns home, finding Jimin mostly asleep on the couch, arm draped across his face.

"Jiminie I'm back.." Yoongi gently runs his palm against Jimin's chest, the vocalist stretching out with a yawn that breaks into a cough.

Jimin slowly sits up, rubbing his eyes."Welcome home Yoo..Heh'tichi..!" He quickly covers his fac before the next one comes. "Hehticu..!"

"I got you some medicine and a decongestant spray. It should help with the sneezing." Yoongi digs in the plastic bag, pulling the contents out and setting them on the table.

"Hyung your hands are shaking.." Jimin reaches for Yoongi's hand, eyes widening when he sees Yoongi flinch away from his touch. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I just got a little spooked at the store, that's all. I'll be okay now that I'm home. Don't worry. Let's get you taken care of so we can work on that song." Yoongi opens the box, popping one of the pills out of the blister pack. He wanted to get his mind off of that woman, her words weighing heavy in his chest.

She only said those things because she was angry..

Yoongi repeats in his mind for the fifth time since he left the store.

Jimin didn't push him to talk about it, accepting the pill, downing it with some water. He knew better than to push him to talk, he'd tell him when he was ready. "Thanks for going to the store hyung.." He gives him a warm smile, wiping his nose with the side of his hand.

Jimin picks up the nasal spray, wanting to ease his swollen sinuses as soon as possible. As soon as the nozzle touches his nostril it triggers a flurry of sneezes. "hetichi! Hehitusu! Hiheiychi!. Hah...He..hetich!" He drops the spray to cover his nose, the snot coating his hands. "Ugh..that hurt..."

"You okay Jimin?"

"Yeah..my head just hurts so much.. I gotta go wash my hands though.." Jimin goes to stand, but a wave of dizziness engulfs him, tunneling his vision.

Yoongi grabs his arm to steady him. "Woah, I got you.." he pulls Jimin back to the couch. "Wait until the medicine kicks in, I'll wash you up."

He goes to the room where he left the wash cloth, retrieving it to wash Jimin up going to the bathroom to rewet it. Yoongi looks at his reflection, quickly looking away when he thinks he sees fat in his cheeks.

I did put on that much weight?

Yoongi shakes his head, pushing the thoughts away. "No, two pounds isn't much weight..it's fine. It's fine.." he quickly returns to Jimin, wiping the cloth across Jimin's face. "There, that's better, now give me your hands."

Jimin presents his hands to Yoongi, allowing the rapper to clean him up. "Sorry Hyungie, I'm gross.."

"It's fine. It's my fault for not warning you about my cat being here."

Yoongi holds his hand up, checking to see if he is still shaking. If he wasn't watching closely, the small tremors at his fingertips wouldn't be noticeable. "Let hyung help." He takes it from Jimin, putting one hand on the back of Jimin's head, the other he uses to gently push the nozzle into Jimin's nose, quickly spraying.

Jimin's nose twitches when Yoongi removed it, quickly covering his face. "Heiycu..! He..hehitch! Heh..heh...augh..." The last sneeze builds up, but never actually comes. He rubs underneath his nose. "That hurt.."

"You okay, Jiminie?" Yoongi rubs the nape of Jimin's neck. "Do you want to try the other nostril?"

"In a minute..i..I think I gotta sneeze again.." Jimin says in a nasally whine, feeling the itch returning. He continued to try to coax the sneeze out, eyes watering from the pressure. "Ha..Heh..itchii!"

Yoongi waits to see if any more were going to follow, trying to soothe Jimin with a gentle words, continuing to massage his neck. "It'll pass when the medicine kicks in."

Jimin nods, another round of sneezes building. "Heh'itchiiu...Heh'tefh! Ha..Haiugh!" He sniffles, licking his lips as his nose drips down his face.

Yoongi gets him a tissue. "You okay?"

"Yeah..sorry.. i don't feel like I have to sneeze anymore.." Jimin turns his head to try to clear his nose. "Okay..I'm ready."

Yoongi picks up the spray again, sticking it into Jimin's other nostril. This time, when he sprays, it doesn't trigger any more sneezes. "There. All done."

"Thanks Hyung.. I'm starting to feel better now.. the pressure is easing up.. can we sit out here for a bit before we work? My head still hurts.." Jimin asks, leaning against Yoongi's shoulder. The older was acting like he was fine, but he still didn't know what happened at the store.

"Of course." Yoongi leans his head on Jimin's, putting his hand close to Jimins, twitching his fingers twitching, brushing against the youngers knuckles.

"You want to hold hands, Yoongi-yah?" Jimin smiles, wrapping his hand around Yoongi's. "You're cute. You don't have to be shy." He squeezes his hand.

"This girl grabbed me while I was at the store..it freaked me out.." Yoongi says softly. "I thought I was okay with touches now, but I guess I was wrong. She wanted to take a picture but I told her no, but she took it anyway, leaning really close to me.. It was hard to breathe.."

"It's completely normal to get scared when a stranger grabs onto you. I do when I feel strangers grabbing at me at the airport.. I'm sorry you had to go through that for me.." Jimin runs his thumb across Yoongi's knuckles, nuzzling into his neck. "Thank you for taking care of me."

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blu-archer · 1 year

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Prescription with a side of Rest [part 3]

Guys...

It's been forever but I promised myself I was going to post something today [ then I proceeded to have the busiest day ever but we move...]

It's very much not as long as I wanted but it become a sort of filler thing - I swear the next segment will actually have proper content😭 like I ended it here so that the next piece will be done properly...

[Part one] [Part two]

t/w: There is an attempt at a smut scene - its very brief because I started writing and then left, and when I returned I was no longer comfortable with it... so its very short and rushed but its there😅 I'll mark it with a *

other than that, please forgive my errors and how much of a mess this is...

Sickie: Jimin [and Tae technically]

Snz-based

jhope/suga/Jimin m/m relationship [AU]

Word count: 3476

“Do you think he’ll be awake?” Yoongi shrugged in response as he pulled into the parking area. “He hasn’t answered, besides the message via his roommate.”

“Hobi, I am sure he’s fine. And if he is asleep then you can just hang around. It’s not that complicated.” He put the car in idle, helping to gather some of the supplies that they had quickly bought before Yoongi’s boss had called him. He was more than a bit annoyed that he had to go to the company to fix whatever mistake some intern had made with his files, but it couldn’t be avoided. He would have to see Jimin a bit later. “If he is awake before I manage to get back –“

“I’ll explain your work problem, hyung.” Hoseok pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. “Hopefully he is feeling better than before. Are you sure you can’t come up just for a few minutes?”

“I-“ as if sensing the questioning, Yoongi’s phone lit up with an incoming call from one of the other producers he was working with.

“Never mind.” Hoseok smiled softly. “Put that on speaker if you drive, and text me when you’re done or if you’ll be out late. I’ll update you on Jimin as soon as possible.”

Their lips met once more, this time deeper and lingering, before Hoseok was hopping out of the car with the groceries and his duffel bag. Yoongi sighed heavily before answering the call on the last ring, his mood plummeting at the panicked exhaustion present in his colleagues voice.

This day was going to be nothing like the relaxation and cuddling that he had planned.

...

The door opened before Hoseok could even knock, showing a young well-built man with messy black hair and an assortment of piercings dangling from his ears. He looked just as surprised to see Hoseok as he was to see him, with a backpack slung over one shoulder.

“Hi, you’re Jimin’s boyfriend.” He blinked. “You look a lot taller than what your photos made it seem like.”

Well then.

“You must be Jungkook-ssi.” Hoseok smiled politely. “I’m Jung Hoseok. Jimin informed me that you were a brat, but I’m going to take that observation as a compliment and not a diss to mine or my boyfriends’ photography skills.”

The man -Jungkook- let out an awkward chuckle as his cheeks reddened. Despite his height and build, Hoseok could see how young he was with how he held himself – with not quite the right amount of certainty.

“I thought you were still on holiday?” Jungkook shuffled, his one hand fiddling with the string of his hoodie. “I’m sure hyung will be happy that you’re back though.”

“Is he here?” Hoseok looked past Jungkook’s shoulder, deeper into the apartment. But his view was limited to the doorway and a passage that if he remembered correctly, lead to the bedrooms.

“Uhm… yes. I think he’s watching something with Tae-hyung in his room, or they might be asleep. Tae already managed to catch whatever Jiminie-hyung has, so he’s kind of dragged him into his sick-day routines.” Jungkook stepped aside to provide space for Hoseok to step in, closing the door again and taking off his shoes alongside the elder. It was clear that whatever plans Jungkook must have had would be put on hold by Hoseok’s sudden appearance. “I can show you where they are if you want?”

“Could I perhaps be shown to the kitchen first?” He had dropped his duffel bag next to his shoes and held up the goods that Yoongi and he had bought. “I got some food that needs to be packed away and some more medicine – we went a bit overboard, so there should be enough for all of you if you happen to start feeling sick as well.”

Jungkook hummed thoughtfully, already reaching to help carry some of the packets and murmuring a string of thank you’s.

Those ‘thank yous’ quickly turning into dramatic praises and ego boosts towards ‘Jimin’s heavenly Sugar daddies’ when he saw that they had bought “expensive” medicine. Hoseok was starting to get concerned on what medicine and lifestyle that the three roommates must be used to if this was the response to seeing Yoongi’s go-to over-the-counter medicine, especially since he was fairly sure Jimin had mentioned a track record of mental illness and disorders amongst his small friend group. Hoseok was certain that Jimin had mentioned those – and those needed proper care. Maybe he should start dropping off meals for them, if not for their own health benefits then at least for his peace of mind.

The apartment was quite neat – not a trait that Hoseok usually associated with his boyfriend, so it had to be one of the other two that kept it all in order and from how Jungkook was eagerly packing away the groceries that he emptied out onto the kitchen counter, Hoseok had a feeling that he was the cleaning culprit.

“If I had known how quickly this cold would spread amongst you, I would have brought you some vitamins.” Hoseok said kindly, but his words only seemed to make Jungkook laugh.

The younger paused to look at the seriousness on Hoseok’s face and then broke out into softer giggles. “I’m going to get sick anyway. Vitamins don’t prevent colds, especially when you have immune systems as bad as hyung’s and I.” He gave a genuine smile that seemed more welcoming than before. “But thank you for the thought. Let’s go check Tae’s room. I need to go study soon, but I’d feel bad to just leave you here in our home without anyone to talk to.”

He felt a bit a guilty at inconveniencing the younger man, but he seemed more than happy to lead Hoseok towards the bedrooms once everything was packed away. Jungkook knocked three times on a door with patchy paint-fingerprints on the handle – evenly paced – before he opened it and peeked inside.

“Hyung? … Are one of you awake?”

A low moan was the only acknowledgment he got. The room was dark from what Hoseok could see into it, and he quietly murmured not to wake anyone if they were in fact asleep. Jungkook seemed to abide only by lowering his voice.

“Taetae, is hyung asleep?”

Another moan – this one a little more whiney than before, then Taehyung answered with sleep clinging to every word. “Mmm. ‘thought you were gonna study.”

“I am. But I just wanted you to know that Hoseok-ssi is here.”

Jungkook opened the door a little wider, letting a trinkle of daylight from their apartment to flood the dark cave that the 95’er’s had burrowed in. Hoseok gave a small wave as Taehyung struggled to prop himself upright in his bed before brushing his wild hair out of his face, squinting tiredly at the doorway. He was closest to the entrance, covering Jimin’s face from being disturbed from most of the light, but Hoseok could still make out the familiar blond hair – albeit messier than he'd ever seen it, but his chest warmed at having his boyfriend close to him again. It had been way too long since they’d last seen each other.

“Hi Taehyung-ssi.” He greeted, glancing at Jungkook as he stepped closer. The younger almost looked to be guarding the door with how he still blocked most of the space. “Jungkook-ssi told me that you weren’t feeling well either, sorry for disturbing your rest.”

“Tha’s okay hyung, I was awake…” Tae yawned, belatedly raising a hand to his mouth. “Minnie is still asleep, but you can stay if you want. He’ll pro’ably wake up soon.”

Hoseok wasn’t too convinced on Taehyung being awake or that Jimin would wake up soon, but he thanked them for letting him stay and promised not to disturb anyone while he waited. Jungkook reassured him that it really wasn’t a problem when they returned back to the main segment of the apartment. Actually encouraged a bit of noise , teasing his hyung’s about messing up their sleeping patterns worse than ever before, and then dipped out to go study after writing down his number in case Hoseok needed anything.

Alone. Hoseok could vaguely hear Taehyung shuffling in his room, and the sound of a shower joining that of the numerous quirky fountains that decorated the apartment, but other than that the space remained silent. He sent a quick update to Yoongi and then decided to get started on a meal. There hadn’t looked like much in the fridge earlier and it would be better if they had something to eat before taking any medicine later. Maybe even some pre-made meals just enough for the next few days. Anything to keep him occupied enough not to retreat back down the hall to where Jimin slept.

*Hands traced down his sides, gently caressing at the sensitive skin at his waist before a wet warmth latched onto his chest. Jimin’s breath hitched at the bruising being kissed into him and let out a low moan as Yoongi’s mouth [because it had to be his] found its way to one of his nipples, taking his time to play before moving to the next.

Jimin could barely move from beneath the producer, trapped in warmth and his own pleasure that was quickly building, but he tried his best to arch into Yoongi’s embrace. A soft chuckle had Yoongi breaking from his actions and Jimin let out a mortifyingly petulant whine. The bed dipped next to them and through a heavy gaze Jimin watched Hoseok lean in and kiss Yoongi tenderly, deepening it for a moment before pulling back just enough to give a teasing grin.

He had been so close. Honestly, he had never been one to finish quickly until he’d met Yoongi and Hoseok. Somehow they just kind of knew all of his buttons, better than himself.

“Does this feel nice, baby?” Hoseok let his hand trail lower, letting his fingers dance along the exposed skin of Jimin’s dick before grasping it. Jimin had to bite back his moan, especially once he felt the icy cold drops of lube joining. “Do we make you feel good?”

Jimin nodded, throwing his arms up over his face he mumbled low words of agreement. His voice breaking into soft moans as he felt Yoongi’s tongue back on him.

They seemed to be taking their time, teasing him with small actions that had his mind and body reeling. It was only when Yoongi sunk lower that Jimin couldn’t take it anymore. He was so close he could feel it. He wanted to cum so badly but everything that they did, felt better than the last and he just wanted more. So much more.

He choked out a moan much louder and surprised than any previously when Hoseok pushed his legs up and he could feel Yoongi’s tongue go where it never had before. Licking a large strip before lapping and sucking. Jimin didn’t know what to do with himself other than try to push into the sensation. His legs were shaking and his breath quick with sharp, breathy whines that Hoseok kept swallowing with kisses. It was when he felt Yoongi work in his finger that Jimin cried out. His one hand gripped at Yoongi’s hair while the other clung to Hoseok for support, his entire body shaking as Yoongi continued to eat him out.

“There! Right the-there! Oh my god!” Jimin whimpered. “Oh my-oh yes! Mmmhm, fuck!”

He felt Yoongi suck just as he pressed and rubbed repeatedly over the bundle of nerves inside of him, not giving Jimin a chance to adjust before he completely whited out.*

“Min?”

Jimin shot upright, his head immediately crying out with pain. He was in bed in his room. Alone, except for Taehyung who was peeping through the doorway looking as equally drained.

“You okay? You looked like you were having some type of fever dream or something. You’re covered in sweat…”

“Um..” He cleared his throat – unhelpfully - and ran a hand across his brow, trying to calm his breathing. It had been a dream. Of course it had been. In which his best friend had walked in on him, in the midst of a wet dream. How mortifying. “Fine. ‘m fine, just.. a bit warm.”

His words didn’t ease any concern on Taehyung’s face, but his friend decided it was best not to press too hard on the matter. Jimin would tell him if he really wasn’t feeling well. “Maybe you should go take a shower and wash off that sweat. There is some food waiting for you in the kitchen, so make sure to come eat.”

“Did you order in?”

“No, Hoseok-hyung stopped by this morning with a whole bunch of medicine and food. He made something for us while we were asleep so-“

“Hoseok - sorry – Hoseok was here?” Jimin almost bolted to his feet before he remembered that while his dream hadn’t been real, the unfortunate wetness in his boxers was, and while Taehyung had seen him in a lot of compromising situations the man wasn’t the biggest fan of certain ‘messes’. “He is supposed to be in Daegu with Yoongi, what… why was he here?”

Taehyung shrugged, coughing into his fist. “Kookie let him in. We’ve been building a puzzle for the last two or so hours, but I thought I heard you make a noise. So I just wanted to see if you were awake yet.”

“Wait,” Jimin breathed deeply, finally his heart was slipping into a less erratic speed, but his face still burned. “Is he still here?”

He tried to swallow his whine when Tae nodded. It would have been nice to be woken up at the surprise arrival of one of his partners, but he couldn’t exactly fault his friends for not disturbing him when he had spent the better half of the last two days whining about his lack of sleep.

“Just -yeah. I’ll be out in a bit.”

“Go shower, Min.” Tae smiled tiredly. “He’s in the middle of creating an autumn forest scene with me. He can be occupied for a few more minutes while you freshen up.”

Hoseok was buried in a deep concentration, lip bitten between his teeth as he tried to find the placement of one frustratingly difficult piece that he was determined not to hand off to Taehyung -who was remarkably good at puzzles it seemed – when he felt a warm, slightly damp body press into his back. Soft sniffling muffled into his neck and a tender embrace that spread around his chest, so familiarly Jimin that he immediately melted back into the youngers arms.

“You’re awake.” He grinned, twisting to see his boyfriend. His hair was dripping, and his old high school dance t-shirt clung to sections of his skin where he hadn’t dried off properly. There was a flush to Jimin’s cheeks, but it could easily be because of his recent shower and despite the evident eyebags and rosy nose, Jimin was smiling widely and glowing with happiness. “How are you feeling? Any better than yesterday?”

“I-Yeah, a bit I guess. How are you here?” He got comfortable on the floor next Hoseok, adjusting so that their thighs pressed close together. He shifted and his fingers picked at each other as if missing the sleeves or rings that he would usually fidget with. “You were supposed to still be with hyung’s parents.”

“Mm..” he hummed, finally giving up his puzzle piece to Taehyung, who merely gave a small smile while his eyes shifted between the two, finally settling back on his puzzle silently. Hoseok leant back against the couch and just stared for a moment.

Jimin’s voice was deeper than he’d ever heard it and quiet, just above a whisper. Hoseok could only assume that the poor dancer was about to lose his voice entirely.

Almost on impulse, he reached out and grasped one of Jimin’s hands, lacing their fingers and pulling it into his lap. “I suppose there was something missing while we were travelling. So we decided to come back. The Min’s understand. Yoongi’s mother practically packed us up to go when we said that we wanted to check up on you. She’d actually been hoping to meet you this trip around, but since she couldn’t she asked me to tell you to feel better and to have a great final exam. We left early this morning to drop everything off and go shopping before coming here. Yoongi wanted to be here when you woke up as well, but he was called into work last minute. Something about some songs being deleted that need to be restored urgently. He’s quite bitter about it.”

“Oh…” Jimin rubbed his nose sheepishly with his free hand and Hoseok squeezed the one in his grasp. “I didn’t know she wanted to meet me, maybe we can… heh’….H’ngxt’ah… He’ekshh… ugh…” His cheeks flushed as he tried to subtly sniff away any lingering tickle. “Sorry, maybe we can visit closer to the holidays?”

Hoseok hummed, forcing himself not to coo at the way Jimin’s entire body had shivered out the sneezes. “Bless you. I’m sure they’d love that. We can figure out a route to visit all of our families just like we did this time.”

Before Jimin could respond, he twisted away to bury his face into his arm, sneezing twice more before coughing harshly and blindly fighting to release Hoseok’s hand. Letting go was unwanted but he complied, then reached for a few tissues out of the box Taehyung had been hoarding to hover near Jimin’s hands as he moved to sneeze into them now – his arm not able to catch the entire misted spray with how close they sat.

Hoseok couldn’t bring himself to look away, moving closer to lay a steady hand on Jimin’s back as the fit finally ended and he was able to shyly take the tissues from his boyfriend, his face ablaze with embarrassment as he blew his nose as quietly as possible given the poor circumstances. If he hadn’t been feeling so unwell he probably would have noticed the growing pink dusting Hoseok’s cheeks as well.

“Gross. That didn’t sound great.” Taehyung pouted just enough to be both concerned and teasing. “You should eat something. Hyung made some great jook. It’ll help your throat at least for a bit.”

“And you can take some medicine afterwards.” Hoseok added warmly. “And I will dry this hair for you.”

As embarrassed as he was, Jimin let Hoseok drag him to his feet to be led to the kitchen. The dancer hadn’t even been bothered at instinctively trading the used tissues from Jimin with fresh ones. Although Jimin had sputtered enough about spreading germs that Hoseok promised to wash his hands immediately if Jimin at least didn’t fight him on eating.

They left Taehyung to his puzzle – Hoseok tried not to feel petty about the fact that the younger man had already found the place for the piece that Hoseok had handed him – and drifted to the kitchen where he got to work on washing his hands and reheating some food while Jimin sifted through the medicine boxes laid out on the counter.

“You didn’t need to get all of these.” Jimin smiled almost fondly at the boxes before switching his gaze to his boyfriend. “I’ll be fine in a few days.”

“Or worse. Plus you have your exam soon, I don’t want you trying to push yourself through that while you’re still sick.” Hoseok set down a glass of water on the table beside the medicine and rested a hand momentarily on Jimin’s lower back. “Hyung and I just want you to feel better and we didn’t know your preferences so… You’ll just have to deal with the overcompensation.”

With a sigh that was not anything but pleased, Jimin opened a few boxes to take what he wanted. “Well it won’t go to waste. Kook is probably going to be down with this in the next couple days, if not sooner, and Tae has clearly already been here. So the overcompensation is appreciated, even it does make me feel a little guilty.”

“You have nothing to feel guilty about.” Hoseok pressed a quick kiss to his boyfriends temple. “Now you’re going to eat, take that medicine and then we’re going to go cuddle somewhere. Because I have been deprived, Yoongi kept trying to do work and neglected me these past few weeks.” He pouted heavily enough to bring a small giggle out of Jimin.

“I guess I’ll have to fix that and scold him later.” Jimin leant into Hoseok’s warmth and wondered how he had even coped with being away from his partners. Just five minutes in his hyung’s presence already had him feeling better than he had in days.

#bts sickfic #bts fanfic #colds #sick jimin #sick taehyung #filler #its a mess #forgive me #comfort

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yoon-dowoon · 1 month

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a jimin a day keeps the doctor away (2/???)

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#jiminedit #btsedit #park jimin #dailybts #btsgif #annietrack #userbangtan #bts #bangtan #loml #jiminday #my gifs #I miss him so much I'm sick #if I rewatch this video too much I break down

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minieggukie · 1 year

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how nice it is to work with your best friend for the rest of your life

#hve some jikook before i disappear again into the fog #jikook #kookmin #jimin #jungkook #bts #seaottersgifs #actually i can say from experience working with your best friend makes u rly sick of each other but we can't all be bts kajdfasfjk

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magicshop · 11 months

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You, who gave me their hand when I fell, now I'll hold it for you.

#jimin #park jimin #bangtan #bts #btsgif #btsedit #userbangtan #mine #mine:gifs #mine:pjm #i've been sick and this has been on repeat for comfort so i thought i'd do a little something #photoshop kept glitching so idk how i feel about it but i might as well post it #<3 #tumblr isn't letting me link the trans so: https://www.learnkoreanwithsel.com/letter

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chryblossomjjk · 4 months

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men are so mad and jealous and sick over jimin being the hottest person alive and it shows

#like the way they just attack him is so wild #like they hate bts as a whole but will specifically target jimin #like why is that #bc he caught your eye in the line up and you're sick about LMAOOOO

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sickiesope · 2 months

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Hello! Can I request sick jungkook with a bad stomach bug and he’s sick all night? Any caretaker is fine

Another sick JK fic! :) I couldn't decide on a caretaker so I chose two, I love the maknae line together 💜

Up all night

Sickie: Jungkook

Caretakers: Jimin and Taehyung

TW: emeto

It's 3 in the morning and Jungkook is throwing up into the toilet once again. He's been going back and forth from his room to the bathroom all night. He caught a vicious stomach bug out of nowhere and took a turn for the worse after dinner. Taehyung and Jimin are both up taking care of the maknae. Jimin rubs his back while Taehyung went to get water.

Jungkook leans in front of the toilet as his stomach cleches and he pukes up his dinner. Little pieces of undigested bibimbap floating in the bowl, he stares at it glumly.

Jimin feels so bad seeing the youngest like this. Now that he thinks about it, Jungkook seemed like he was struggling a bit at dance earlier. His face looked pale and he seemed to get tired faster...and now he's hunched over the toilet throwing up everything he ate.

Jungkook is shaking all over as he holds himself over the bowl, breathing shallow. He upchucks another lumpy wave, filling the bowl more. "Hyung.." he whimpered "I hate this."

"Awwh, it's okay Kookie" Jimin coos, rubbing circles into his upper back. Jimin feels his back muscles tense up when he heaves and sways forward, projectile vomiting. The older grimaces at the awfulness, that was an especially bad one. Jungkook is coughing and spitting repeatedly and sweating profusely. His stomach is in shambles and he has cramps from all the heaving. When he finally finishes spitting he's catching his breath.

"Finished?"

"Yeah.. for now" JK wipes his forehead.

Jimin flushes it for him and wipes his face with a towel.

Taehyung is waiting for him outside with water. Jungkook takes a sip and swishes his mouth and spits into the sink. He doesn't want to risk swallowing it and getting sick again.

"You should drink some as well Kook"

"Ugh, I'll just puke it up again" JK whined.

"You don't want to get dehydrated" Taehyung advises.

Jungkook sighs, looking at the cup. He takes a few tiny sips and holds his breath, seeing how his stomach reacts. It seems..fine. For now.

"Let's get you back to bed" Taehyung murmurs, leading him out.

Jungkook holds his middle as he trudges back to his room. But as soon as he gets comfortable back in bed, his stomach starts roiling again. "Ughh, come on" he moans, sitting up and taking off the blankets. He gags and gets up in a panic with a hand over his mouth. JK races as fast as he can to the bathroom but he doesn't make it; he threw up all over the floor in an instant. "Ahh fuck.." His stomach forced it up so fast within 5 seconds. Taehyung and Jimin gasp and rush over.

"Oh no, Kookie! It's okay, come here" Jimin gets him to the toilet and he spews up more liquid.

"Oh no I'm so s-sorry" Jungkook's choking out sobs.

"It's okay it's not your fault" the elders both reassure him. Jimin goes back to rubbing his back and Taehyung cleans the floor. They give him another set of clothes to change into as he got the other ones dirty. They also give him a trash bin for his room.

Jungkook sits in his bed with it as he doesn't trust his stomach enough to lie down again. And right he is. He burps and out comes a bitter tasting mouthful of liquid. He's dry heaving and coughing over the bucket on the corner of his bed. He's exhausted. "No more throwing up..no more.." the maknae whimpered to himself, eyes tearing up. Jungkook throws up more water and it comes out his nostrils too. Now it burns breathing through his nose and his eyes are really watering. He spits out bile and wipes his eyes with a tissue.

"N-no more.." Jungkook looks at the bit of vomit in the bin and sighs. He rubs his stomach trying to calm it. He can feel exhaustion taking over and he flops back against the pillow. It's almost 5 now and his body is just done.

Jimin and Taehyung join him in bed to make sure he's okay and they're tired as well. Jungkook soon drifts off into a deep sleep.

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #sick!jungkook #caretaker!jimin #caretaker!taehyung #request

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sicjimin · 4 months

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— Fever Weather —

a.n : hi! i just discovered that tumblr wont let me edit my answer as a draft soooo i messed things up and can't put the story as an answer .. i hope you see this, anon ! as always im sorry for taking sooooo long and i hope i can fulfill your expectation about this request. And im sorry i can't put all of ot6 as the caretaker .. thats a lot of people but im trying my best 🥲 i hope you guys like it !

tw: emeto

"Hyung .. are you okay? Do you need help?", he asks cautiously towards the oldest, that earlier has been cooking for their dinner in the kitchen. He looks tired—way too tired for someone that's just done cooking. If he looks closely, he even get to see beads of sweat forming around his forehead, dampening his already long dark brown locks. No—Jimin didn't actually need to assess that much, because there's an obvious one.

Jimin cocked his eyebrows as someone plops on the couch beside him, and the crease between his eyebrows getting deeper as he take a good look of his hyung.

Jin is wearing a quiet thick hoodie. While cooking. And it's not winter.

"Mhm .. i'm done with the cooking", Jin mumbles, not even moving from his position to talk to the younger. His eyes closed—burried under his arms that he thrown accross his face. "I just .. need to sit down. I'm tired"

Jimin hums, slowly closing his phone and put it on the table. He scoots closer. His hyung is definitely not looking good. "Are you feeling okay hyung?", he asks once again, but it's getting the same result—a low hum. "If you're tired, you can rest in your room hyung. The others still taking their time to arrive", he shrugs, leaning against the couch.

Jin perks up at that, before pushing himself up, "Mhm, i'm going to sleep for a minute .. call me when they arrived?"

"Sure hyung, sleep well", Jimin bids his goodbye as the older retreats up to his room. When he hears a soft click from his room, he opens his phone again. Brushing any thoughts that something is up with Jin—maybe he's really tired. They did a lot today if he digs it. Or maybe today is just one of his hyung's bad days ; everyone has it once in awhile.

Jimin shrugs, decides to let the older take as much moment of peace as he can before other 5 persons filling their space again.

***

"Where's Jin hyung?", Taehyung asks, as five of them starts hovering around the kitchen. They all arrived one by one an hour ago. All of them—except Jimin—still damp from shower and visibly hungry. Jimin perks up from the plate that he's setting on the table. "Oh, hyung is sleeping", he realizes, "Kook-ah, can you wake hyung up?"

"I will do it", Yoongi chimes in from the living room before the youngest can answer.

"Thank you hyung!"

If Yoongi can feel Namjoon and Hobi's knowing gaze and quiet snickers burning holes into his skull as he trudges upstairs, Yoongi gonna pretend it doesn't make his cheeks blasting a faint red.

"Hyung?", Yoongi knocks when he arrived at the door beside his room. It's silent.

"Hyung? Wake up", Yoongi tries again, "It's time for dinner, everyone is waiting hyung"

Silence.

Yoongi frowns. Seokjin is a light sleeper, so there's no way he doesn't wake up after 10 knocks straight on his wooden door. "Hyung?"

Additional 5 knocks, and he still meet with silence. Yoongi pushes his ear on the door—trying to detect any slightest hint of life there, but he meets with nothing. Not even the sound of air conditioner.

He frowns. Is Jimin messing up with him? What if Jin actually going somewhere and not in his room?

Yoongi sighs, knocking the door again, "Hyung? Are you there? Wake up", still silent, "Ah fuck it", he mumbles before turning the knob, "I'm going in hyung, you better not doing anythi—hyung?"

Yoongi grunts caught up on his throat as he meet with a pitch black room. It's quite warm in here as the air conditioner isn't on and the window definitely locked. But what surprised him the most is a big lump on the bed, that emmiting a low groan and shivers.

Yoongi quick on his feet, turning on the light—gaining an even louder groan as the lump moves, curling himself small. "Hyung .. are you okay?", he rushes to the bed, and tugging the blanket that engulfing the oldest up to the tip of his hair down.

"Fuck", he curses under his breath, as he sees Jin shivering—teeth clattering, his lips chapped, and his cheeks flushed. He's sweating under the thick blanket and hoodie—but he still looks cold as he tries to tug the blanket up again, "Hyung .. you have a fever. Gosh .. why don't you tell one of us if you're sick?", Yoongi rambles as his adrenaline spiked.

Jin groans at the sudden exposure to the cold and bright world. He's cold. Extremely cold. And his head hurts. "Cold ..", he groans, trying to tug the blanket up again and curls inside it until he feels better. "No shit you're burning up"

He hears someone grumbling. Jin wants to open his eyes and chatters whoever decided to turn on the light and peel the blanket away from him, but his eyes feels like it's weight a ton—he's too tired to do so. "Mhm ..", he mumbles instead, hoping that it would come accross as his protest. He hears someone pacing around before it's quiet again, and there's nothing holding his blanket down. So Jin takes the opportunity to hides himself again, his knees going up curling against his chest—trying to make himself as small as possible as everything hurts for him.

He feels awful. He knows he's going down with something—he means, after a month full of works from dawn to dawn again as he preparing for his solo .. it's definitely predictable that his body is going to crash. He already feel the telltale of it coming since yesterday, but brushing it off as a mere flu. It's only this afternoon things going downhill for him. He almost faint when he was cooking earlier. His fever has spiked up and the heat from the stove and pan around him act like a gaslight. He saves himself from an embarassing fainting accident as he quickly finish up everything and rushes to the couch when he feels cold sweats forming up inside his hoodie and there's black spots at his peripheral visions.

"Hyung?", his brain-rambling got cut off as someone tugged his blanket down—Again—and suddenly there's a cold hand pressed against his forehead. "Whaat .. ", he whines, actually feeling annoyed now. Can't he just sleep in peace?!

He vaguely hears someone—no, few someone .. murmuring around him.

"You're right hyung .. he's burning up"

"See? Fuck .. what should we do, Min?"

"Do you think we need to bring him to the hospital? Or we should call manager-nim and ask him to bring doctor?", then there's a groan, "I don't know hyung, you're the older one from us"

Min ..? Jimin? And is that Yoongi?

Jin moans as he shifts, wanting to see what's the commotion that makes him can't sleep in peace. His eyelids feels like weight a ton, and the roof is spinning when he opens his eyes. He squints, trying his best to get his consciousness together. "What are you guys doing here?", he croaks out, and it hurts. His mouth tastes funny and dry, and there's a throbbing pain on his temples like some people have slapped him a few times there.

He finally manages to open his eyes. It's pitch black and blurry.

"Hyung .. you're awake? How are you feeling?", Jimin asks, concern clearly visible in his voice. Jin tries to speak but can only grunt in response. "Like shit", he huffs, closing his eyes again as his room seems like it's spin harder and starts to make him nauseous. "My head hurts .. and my body feels cold", he adds, his words slurred. "think i caught something"

He feels someone patting his forehead. "You're running a fever, hyung", this time Yoongi chimes in, finally finding his voice to speak. "Have you eaten something hyung?"

The mention of putting something in his mouth making his stomach churn with nausea as he shakes his head. "Not since breakfast"

"Then let's get you some food, and then you can take some medicine to help your fever", Yoongi offers. There's rustle behind the younger before they heard footsteps rushing back down stairs. "We'll be back in a minute hyung", he says before Jin can argue.

After a few seconds, Jin hears loud chatter outside the room, and his nausea intensifies as he feels something wet dripping onto his side—he must've fallen asleep. He grimaces, surprised with the sudden temperature change. But the cloth on his forehead feels nice actually. "Ssshh .. it's just a cold cloth hyung, your fever is quite high. Yoongi hyung is preparing your food", Jimin says beside him, as he keeps smoothing the cool towel on the other's forehead. The action calms him a little bit, which is good, because his organs inside feels like it's on a race and working overdrive. Everything hurts and feel awful.

"I dont know if i can eat", Jin huffs, "I feel nauseous"

Jimin frowns, "Do you want to throw up hyung?"

"I don't know .. not yet i think", Jin shrugs , "I mean.. I guess. It feels really gross though. I feel like something is stuck in there", he pats his stomach with a wince. Before Jimin could say anything else, the door creaked open, and Yoongi steps inside carefully.

Smell of the food waft through the air. Jin gulps, already feeling full from it. "Hyung .. let's eat?"

"I'm not hungry", Jin answers truthfully, and Yoongi scoffs, "You're sick, you won't feel hungry hyung. Let's eat something, please"

Jin shakes his head.

Yoongi rolls his eyes, "Jimin-ah, help hyung sit up", he orders, gesturing Jimin who quickly helps the elder sitting up. Yoongi walks next to Jin and sits opposite the eldest on the edge of the bed.

"Do you want me to feed you?", Yoongi taunts, reaching for the spoon.

"Nope", Jin immediately denies with Jimin giggling beside him. "Just take a few bites hyung, you don't need to eat it all up", the younger teases as Jin huff, glaring at them as he grabs the spoon from Yoongi's hand.

It takes a few minutes to eat some of the food in front of him before his stomach protest. Jin closes his eyes as he slowly put his 5th bites down and take a big inhale.

"Hyung?", Yoongi calls him worried, watching his brother leans back, breathing heavily. And going paler by seconds, "Do you feel sick?"

Jin just nods, eyes fluttering shut as he clutches his blanket closer, tries to fight the urge to gag. He tries to swallow and force the vomit in his throat back down. But it's futile as a burp slips from him and his sense filled with what he just ate—the taste, the smell, the texture—he sucks a breath, flies his fist against his lips, "I'm going to puke"

"Shit", he hears Yoongi mutter behind him. And then, there are hands gripping his shoulders. "Jimin-ah, trashcan"

Jin 's mind goes foggy as nausea coccooned him like a heavy blanket. He feels like he's not in control of his own body. His ears ringing—but he still can hear the youngers panicked gasps when another gag, a deep and wet one, racked through him. "Jimin, quick!"

"Sshh .. hyung, here", Jimin's voices were barely audible as there's a faint weight on his lap. He feels a wave of nausea hit him hard—his stomach heave and bile came rushing out from the back of his mouth. Jin gasps, his head throbbing as he felt the warm liquid run down from his lips. A second later, he hears Jimin's soft voice beside him asking something, but he can barely register anything about it as he gags one more time and belches. His stomach muscles suddenly contract, heaving out more vomit. 4th bitss of food he manages to put in, come out in one big wave, adding a significant weight onto his lap.

"Gosh ..", he moans, "I feel so sick"

"It's okay hyung let it out", then he felt someone rub circles between his shoulder blades. "Do you want water?"

He shakes his head as he takes a deep breathe, preparing himself for the next round as he leans in and starts to retch, heaving out all whatever was left over from this morning or even the night before. It doesn't take much energy to bring everything up. "Oh... oh gosh...", he groans between heaves. His fingers digging into the blankets tightly as his whole body trembles from exertion.

"Breathe hyung ... you will feel better soon", Yoongi's words seem like they're coming from far away, muffled as he pants, still hugging the trashcan tightly.

"Drink ..", he croaks out , and he's pretty sure that his voice sounds hoarse and gravely. He watches as Jimin passes the straw from the bottle of water in his hand to his mouth. He drinks slowly, letting the water run down his dry throat. His headache seems like it's getting worse, and his body is sore, too.

"Done hyung?", Jimin asks as he hands the glass back to him. Jin shakes his head, huffing, as he rest his head against the pillow. He closes his eyes, focusing on the soothing touches against his skin rather than the turmoil inside his guts.

"I'm going to puke again", Jin whispers after few minutes of silence between them.

"Here", Yoongi suddenly speaks, pulling Jin forward, helping the older to sit up, "Don't worry, I'll hold the trashcan up"

"Okay", he puffs out before another round of gag taking over him. This round is shorter than the first one as his body seems like it's only need to reject the water he just took.

"Okay .. i'm done, i think", Jin sniffles, pushing the trashcan away as the smell filled his entire room. Yoongi nods, taking the trashcan away to the bathroom, while Jimin helping him laying down again. As soon as Jin lays flat on his back, Jimin climbs on top of him, wrapping a soft blanket around him and holding him close. "Are you alright?", he looks at him. And then Jin nods, his eyes closed again, still a little weak from being sick, and his body aching and tired from vomiting, but otherwise he's fine.

Jimin hums. "Do you want me to stay here with you?"

Another nod. Jimin smiles, immediately wraps an arm around Jin's body and pulls the older towards him, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. And just like that, Jin falls back into sleep.

Yoongi's eyes widen at the sight in front of him as he's back from the bathroom. "Is he sleeping?", he whispers at Jimin that makes eyecontact with him. Jimin nods, "Just let him hyung .. he must be tired", he replies quietly, "He can take his medicine later"

Yoongi sighs, sitting at the edge of the bed as he watches the half eaten food and medicine on the nightstand. "Okay, i can heat up the food later, or i will just bring him something light", he mumbles quietly. "His fever still high?"

Jimin chuckles nervously, "He is. I can feel it against my shirt"

Yoongi hums, taking the wet cloth again and wiping Jin's pale forehead gently before placing it on his forehead. The older sighs in relief, eyes still closed, relaxing into the touch. Unconsciously, Yoongi's lips curls up a little at that, "You're so whipped hyung", Jimin scoffs and earns himself a playful punch on his arm. "Ow!"

"Be quiet", Yoongi says before turning his attention back at Jin, "Keep the cloth, okay? If you need something, or when hyung wakes up, text me"

Jimin chuckles at that, "Get it hyung .. or you want to switch places with me?", he teases.

Yoongi rolls his eyes—but again, his face betrayed him. "No, i will not do that", he snatches the tray back from the nightstand, "But if you need anything just call for me okay, i'll be outside", he grunts before quickly closes the door, ignoring the little brat laughter from inside.

***

Jin didn't know how long he has been asleep—all that he know that his room still pitch black, no sign of sunlight, there's still quite lot of noises outside that means some of the members are still awake—it's not that late yet, and someone has been cuddling with him. He groans, stretching his body as much as he can as it feels sore all over. His joints and muscles feels like it's been tied to a knot, and his stomach been rumbling —that he can't differentiate if it's because of hunger or nausea.

Jin peels himself away, wanting to freshen himself up that's covered in sweat, and maybe make a warm tea to fill his stomach. He frowns when a cloth fall on his lap as he get up. He looks around and then meet with a bowl of water and Jimin that still sleep soundly beside him. It's all clicked then—with how his fever already going down too.

Jin smiles, trudging to the bathroom as quiet as he can to not wake up the younger on his bed. He deserves a little more sleep for taking care of him.

"Hyung! You're awake? Feeling better?", Jungkook chastises when Jin walks down the stairs. The youngest quickly rushes to his feet as he sees his hyung flatters on the last step. "Hyung .. slowly"

Jin sighs, "Thank you, Kook-ah .. hyung is fine. Still dizzy", he ruffles the grey hair, "Why are you not sleeping yet? Where's the other?"

"I was just done playing with Taehyungie, my brain still can't shut down yet", Jungkook shrugs, trailing behind the older as Jin walks into the kitchen. "You can sit hyung. You're still swaying on your feet", he chuckles, watching Jin rummaging through the cabinet. But there's a concern lacing on it. "What do you want?"

"Just a tea, please", Jin says before giving up and sits on the stool instead. "Coming right up", Jungkook turns around, running to the cabinet and pulling out a tea and sugar. It didn't take long before a warm cup serves in front of him. Jin wraps his palms around it, taking a sip of it. It's a sweetened green tea with honey and coconut milk. It warms his entire body up, sending shivers down his spine. He inhales deeply, closing his eyes.

"I got you some medicine", Jungkook says and holds up the small plastic pill container, shaking it lightly, "Yoongi hyung told me earlier to give it to you"

Jin scoffs, taking the pills in one swift motion—not letting his body reacts. "He's so stubborn"

"He's worried hyung", Jungkook giggles, "You should look at him when he knows you're sick"

Jin sighs, can't help the tip of his ears that reddened in instant. "I don't know what you're trying to say"

"Sure hyung", Jungkook grins.

They stay in silence for a while as Jin tries to finish his tea—and a slice of bread that Jungkook threatened for him to eat. "You can go to sleep, Kook-ah. Hyung will stay here a little longer", Jin says softly while reaching out his hand to pat Jungkook's legs as they lounge on the couch. "No", Jungkook protests, shaking his head to get rid off the sleepiness that starts getting on him. "I'm staying with you", he yawns, "I'm going to get more blankets"

Jin snorts softly, nodding as his gaze stays on the younger. Jungkook disappears upstairs to get some more blankets and pillows for Jin. After that, he goes back downstairs. "You don't want to go back to your room hyung? Sleep again? The medicine should make you sleepy", Jungkook chatters, yawning in between his words. Jin shakes his head in response as he bundled himself with blanket—he can feel the fever spiking up again. "Jimin is sleeping there, and i literally just woke up from hours of sleep", he chuckles, "I'm not sleepy yet"

"Mhm", Jungkook hums, "I can bring Jimin hyung out. One scoop and he's back to his room"

Jin laughs, nudging the younger with his toes, "He's your hyung!"

"But he's small! It's easy!"

"Jungkook!"

***

They have been lounging in the living room for an hour—Jungkook has loses his fight against his sleepiness a minutes ago, curling up on the other side of couch—when Jin feels nausea coming back. He groans, trying to ignore it with rubbing it slowly and taking a counted breath.

It only lasts for 5 minutes before he sits straight upright as his hands start trembling slightly; his throat closing up and a loud gag escapes his lips. He can taste liquid on the back of his throat. The sudden moves and noise made Jungkook stirs, squinting his eyes as he tries to adjust the light, "Hyung .. what? Are you okay?", he asks, sitting up too and rubbing his eyes. "Yeah.. i think i'm gonna throw up", Jin replies with a shaky voice before he quickly slaps his mouth as his stomach contracts to let out another gag.

As he stands up and wobbles towards the bathroom, he hears Jungkook calling after him but Jin doesn't answer—can't answer. The door slams close after a couple of steps and Jin closes himself inside the bathroom. He crouches over the bowl and without needing much energy, pukes pouring out of his lips. It's brown—literally the tea he takes earlier. Jin gasps, feeling himself choke on the vomit he just threw out of his mouth. Tears prickled at the corner of his eyes as soon as he felt another wave hitting him, throwing him further to the bowl.

"Hyung! Jin hyung .. let me in!", Jin can hear the door knob jiggling as the younger bangs his fist against it. But Jin can physically do anything as his stomach takes control. All he can hear is his own gagging and sounds of vomit hitting the water, and his focus is on emptying everything out. Suddenly, there's another weight pressed against his arched back, and few steps entering the bathroom.

"Jin .. breathe", A hand brushing his hair back, and another massaging his nape when he chokes out on particular harsh wave. "Ah ..", he moans when his stomach gives him a rest. He looks around through his glassy eyes.

"Joon-ah? .. Kook?", he slurs. It takes him a few seconds to realize that Jungkook is next to him, holding his shoulders, and Namjoon is handing him a glass of water. How did they get in?

"Jungkook was running to my room and wake me up. Luckily i was still reading, and .. the spare key did the job", Namjoon explains like he can read his mind .. or Jin suddenly voicing it out loud? He can't be so sure.

" 'm sorry .. just don't want you guys to see this .. it's—", Jin closes his eyes as wave floods him again, and lurch forward as his stomach heave up a second load of stomach acid, bile, and the remnants of the bread he ate earlier. After a few dry heaves, Jin wipes his mouth again and groans weakly, "It's so gross"

"You're sick .. it's normal hyung", Namjoon chuckles lowly, "Better?"

"Yeah .. i think i'm done", Jin peels himself away from the soiled toilet, letting Namjoon to do what he needs to do as he feels increasingly weak. "Kook, help Jin-hyung back to his room", Namjoon says suddenly after he's done cleaning up everything and helped the oldest rinses his mouth. It only gains a hum from the latter.

"Kook? You there?", Jin croaks out, wondering why the youngest that pressed against his body since earlier didn't say anything.

"Mhm ..", Jungkook hums, looking away from Jin.

Namjoon chuckles, "He's sca—"

"Namjoon hyung!", Jungkook hisses, "Let's get you back to bed hyung. Jimin hyung is up and waiting too", he grunts, helping Jin stand up. He can tell the elder can barely keep his balance even if he tries. Jungkook takes his time to steady Jin's weight while leading them to the bedroom.

"Kook?", Jin calls when he already settles on the bed after letting Jimin fussing over him. "What's wrong? Why are you suddenly quiet?" , he asks softly.

Jungkook doesn't reply, only averting his gaze elsewhere, fiddling with his fingers. It feels like an eternity before Jimin chimes in, "He was afraid hyung. You were suddenly get sick and lock the door at that", he smiles, ruffling Jungkook's.

"Jimin!"

"It's hyung you brat"

Jin stares at the pair, before burst into a giggle, "Ah .. you're worried about hyung?", he grins, "Want to cuddle the sickness out of hyung?", he teases further earning a glare from the latter.

"I'm going to sleep, bye hyung", Jungkook says and leaves the room quickly.

Jin laughs at that, but it cut off quickly when Jimin suddenly speaks as he pressed the newly wet cloth back to his forehead, "You can't tease him if you're just as red as him hyung"

Jin swats him away, "It's the fever!"

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!seokjin #caretaker!yoongi #caretaker!jimin #caretaker!jungkook #a little of caretaker!namjoon

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bultaoreunheyyy · 26 days

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Hide the Kitten From Hyung

Title: Hide the Kitten From Hyung

Word Count: 2,018

Summary: Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook find a stray kitten and bring it home. There’s only one problem– Jimin is allergic to cats.

I’ve been sitting on this one for 8 months apparently lol

Sickie: Jimin (snz/allergies)

Caretakers: Jungkook, Taehyung, Seokjin

“This is a terrible idea.”

Taehyung is wringing his hands, looking back and forth between Jimin and Jungkook with a worried expression.

“Relax, TaeTae,” Jimin responds, patting his best friend on the back. “I’ll be fine. I– khhshiew! ktsh-uh! hhh-ktsh!”

“See!” Taehyung hisses. “You’re already sneezing!”

Jimin rolls his eyes and walks over to Jungkook. “Kookie, let’s take him out now. He’s probably scared.”

Jungkook glances at the door. “Are you sure the coast is clear?”

Jimin nods and eagerly reaches for Jungkook’s coat, but Taehyung tugs him backwards.

“At least stay back,” Taehyung scolds. “Don’t come any closer.”

Jimin rolls his eyes again, but holds up his hands in surrender. “Okay.” He plops down into Jungkook’s desk chair and crosses his arms. “I’ll stay over here while you two have all the fun.”

Jungkook settles on his bed and unzips his coat, revealing a small kitten that he has tucked against his chest. The kitten looks terrified, and is still wet from being outside in the rain, trembling all over.

“Oh, poor thing,” Taehyung whispers. He grabs the small towel he’d snagged from the bathroom and wraps it carefully around the kitten, rubbing gently to dry it off.

While he works, Jungkook takes a second towel and pulls it over his head, drying his own wet hair. He shivers, glad to be back inside and out of the rain. While Taehyung and Jimin had been smart enough to bring an umbrella on their walk, Jungkook had refused and now he’s paying the consequences.

When Taehyung is done drying the kitten, he sets the towel aside and sits on the bed next to Jungkook.

“She’s so cute,” Jungkook says, reaching out with a finger to pet the top of the kitten’s head. “I can’t believe someone abandoned her. Or him. How do we tell?”

“Him,” Jimin says from across the room. “Actually, I didn’t look. But he seems like a ‘him’.”

Taehyung shoots him a warning glance. “Don’t get attached. And don’t even think about naming it, Minie.”

The kitten, letting Jungkook continue to pet its head, lets out a tiny meow before taking a few steps closer to Jungkook.

“He’s so cute,” Jungkook repeats. “Look, he’s not even scared of me!”

“You’re like his mama,” Jimin coos, watching the kitten rub itself all over Jungkook before attempting to climb up his chest. Jungkook giggles when the kitten’s tiny claws dig into his shirt.

“Do you want to go see Taehyungie-hyung?” Jungkook asks the kitten before placing it on the bed in front of Taehyung.

“Oh? Me?” Taehyung picks the kitten up, slightly hesitant but so gently, and brings the tiny creature to his chest. “Ohh, sweetheart, hello!”

Jungkook leans over and nuzzles the kitten’s fur.

“I can be your mama, and Taehyungie-hyung can be your papa. But you can’t go near Jimin-hyung, okay? He’s allergic to cats, and– oh, see? Look.”

“hhh-ktsh! kshch! huh’iiish-uh!” Jimin blinks rapidly in the aftermath, rubbing a finger under his nose.

“See, baby? You make Jimin-hyung sneezy.” Jungkook looks down at the kitten, and the kitten looks up at him, and it’s almost like it can understand Jungkook as he explains. “He always sneezes in threes like that. Personally, I think he sneezes just like a kitten. Kind of ironic, isn’t it?”

The kitten mews softly and nudges its head up underneath Jungkook’s chin.

“I don’t sneeze like a– like a…like…tshchiew! kiiishch! khhshiew!”

Taehyung shrugs. “You kind of do sound like a kitten, though,” he tells Jimin, who’s sniffling and scrubbing hard at his nose. “Tissues are just to your left.”

Jimin finds the tissues and puts the whole box in his lap. Before he can get one out though, he’s sneezing again. “kshch! huh’iiish-uh! iiihhhSHIEW!”

“Here,” Taehyung says, passing the kitten back to Jungkook. “We have to figure out what to do with it. We can’t keep it.”

“But he’s so cute,” Jimin pouts. “hhh-KTSH! khhshiew! huh’iiish-uh!”

“You’re allergic, Jimin.”

Jimin sighs and plucks a tissue from the box, breath hitching in preparation of another set of sneezes. “I knowhhh– ktsh-uh! kshch! huh’iiish-uh!”

Jungkook looks over at Jimin, and then at the kitten with a sad smile. “You won’t get to be a part of our family for long, little one, but while you’re here we’re gonna take good care of you.”

“We should…we should…shouldhhh…khhshiew! hhh-KTSH! uhhhKAAHHSH!” Jimin shakes his head back and forth. “Ugh. Whew. We should name him– tshiew! ktsh-uh! hhh-ktsh!”

“You want to name him a sneeze?” Jungkook asks, giggling.

“We really shouldn’t name it,” Taehyung warns. “How are we gonna hide this from the hyungs, by the way? Jimin, you can’t stop sneezing and the kitten…well, where will we put it?”

Jungkook pushes his still-damp hair out of his eyes with a shiver, and then without warning he sneezes loudly. “ehh’SHOO!”

The sound startles the kitten and he’s quick to scoop it up and hold it to his chest.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he coos, soothing the trembling animal. “I didn’t mean to scare you!”

“Jungkook,” Taehyung says slowly, looking at the younger man with furrowed brows. “You’re not allergic to cats too, are you?”

Jungkook shakes his head quickly. “No, hyung! Just feeling a little chilled from being out in the rain still, that’s all.”

“Kookie!” Jimin jumps up from his chair and rushes over. “You should have said something! Here, let’s get you something warmer to wear.” He goes to Jungkook’s closet and opens it to look for a sweatshirt, but pauses, turning around slowly. “Hey, that’s it! If hyungs hear me sneezing, I’ll just tell them I’m catching a cold.”

“Perfect,” Jungkook nods.

Taehyung shakes his head. “Um, no, not perfect. Because–”

There’s a loud knock at the door, startling all three of them.

“Jiminie? Kookie? Taehyungie?” It’s Hoseok's voice. “Are the three of you having a sneeze party in there? What’s going on?”

Jimin clamps both hands over his mouth and nose. “Oh no,” he whispers, voice muffled. “They’re home.”

“Zip up your coat,” Taehyung hisses to Jungkook, and Jungkook closes his coat over his chest and zips it up as quickly as he can, careful of the kitten tucked against his chest.

The door opens and Hoseok steps in. “Why do you three look like you’re up to no good?”

“We’re always up to no good,” Jungkook chirps.

Jimin’s breath hitches behind his hands, and Hoseok looks at him, eyes narrowed. “Jiminie? Are you okay?”

“How was the meeting, hyung?” Taehyung says, trying to change the subject. “Long and boring, I bet.”

“Mmhm. Wasn’t too bad. What have you three been up to? I thought I heard a lot of sneezing when we got back–

“khhshiew! kiiishch! iiihhhSHIEW!” Jimin, unable to hold back any longer, sneezes three times into his hands.

“ehh-HIIIHHSHOO!” Jungkook bursts forward with a sneeze of his own immediately after, shivering through it and making the entire bed shake.

Taehyung panics. He considers faking a sneeze of his own. “Um. Yeah. We all have colds. Silly us, we went out in the rain. Guess we better get in bed and rest up!” He rushes forward, trying to usher Hoseok out of the room, but just then Yoongi appears behind him.

“Who’s sneezing in here?”

Meow.

Shit.

They all freeze.

Taehyung doesn’t dare look his hyungs in the eye.

“What was that?” Asks Namjoon, coming to stand behind Yoongi.

“What’s going on?” Seokjin peeks over Namjoon’s shoulder. “Why are we all standing here like this? Are the maknaes okay?”

Meow.

“Um.” Jimin looks around frantically, but Seokjin is pushing past the others until he’s standing in the middle of the room.

“Was that a cat?”

“It was Jimin,” Taehyung blurts out. “Yeah, he sneezes just like a kitten.”

“We all have colds,” Jungkook adds. He sniffles to demonstrate, swiping the back of his hand underneath his nose.

Meow.

Seokjin narrows his eyes.

“ktsh-uh! kshch! huh’iiish-uh!”

“Wow,” Taehyung chuckles nervously. “Four sneezes in a row, Jimin?”

“Where is it?” Yoongi asks. “And where did you get it?”

Jungkook hangs his head. He slowly reaches up and starts to unzip his coat. Taehyung sucks in a breath and wrings his hands together.

“He was abandoned!” He says. “We couldn’t leave him out in the rain! He’s just a helpless little kitten, hyungs. It was Jungkook’s idea! And Jimin’s. Even though I told Jimin that we can’t keep a cat, because he’s allergic–”

“Wow, Taehyung,” Jimin says dryly. “Way to throw us under the bus there.”

Jungkook opens his coat and holds his hands protectively around the kitten. “Can everyone quiet down? You’re scaring him.”

Namjoon, eyes wide, looks back and forth between the kitten and Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung.

“I’m too tired for this,” he mumbles after a long pause, dragging a hand over his face. “I’m gonna go take a shower.” With that, Namjoon turns and leaves.

Hoseok and Yoongi nod in agreement.

“You got this one, hyung?” Yoongi asks, patting Seokjin on the shoulder, and he leaves before Seokjin can respond, Hoseok hot on his heels.

“khhshiew! kiiishch! iiihhhSHIEW!” Jimin’s sneezing breaks the silence. He fumbles for the box of tissues, sniffling wetly and scrubbing his sleeve under his nose sheepishly.

“Okay.” Seokjin claps his hands together. “Here’s the plan. Jimin, you are going to go take an allergy pill and then take a shower. Do not come back into this room until the kitten is gone.”

Jimin nods. He looks over at the kitten. “Goodbye, little one. I’m sorry I can’t give you a hug–” He’s cut off by Seokjin’s warning sigh. “I can’t hug you and I wasn’t going to hug you.” Then, he grabs the whole box of tissues and leaves the room.

“Jungkook,” Seokjin continues. “Was that a real sneeze, or were you trying to fake a cold?”

“Both,” Jungkook replies. He looks down at the kitten tucked against his chest. “I think I’m just sneezing because I’m a bit chilled. It was raining outside, and–”

“I don’t need the whole backstory. Just the truth.”

Jungkook’s shoulder slump and he looks up at Seokjin with pleading eyes. “I’m sorry, hyung. We really just wanted to rescue the kitten. I was faking the cold and I’m fine.”

“I don’t think he’s actually fine,” Taehyung speaks up. “He got wet in the rain and he’s been shivering.”

Seokjin pinches the bridge of his nose. “And you, Taehyung? Any allergies or illnesses you need to inform me of?”

Taehyung shakes his head, eyes on the floor. “No, hyung.”

“Okay. Jungkook, you go take a hot shower as soon as Jimin gets out.” He turns to Taehyung. “Taehyung, you’re going to go sit in the kitchen and look up numbers for animal shelters.”

“Yes, hyung.”

Once Jimin and Jungkook are done showering and are dressed in warm clothes, they shuffle out to the kitchen where Taehyung is sitting at the table.

“I found an animal shelter,” Taehyung informs them with a pout.

“That’s good,” Jungkook says, sounding sadder than he intends.

“It’s what’s best for the kitten,” Jimin says. He’s still a bit sniffly, a hint of congestion in his voice. “And what’s best for us.”

Taehyung nods. “Yeah. Let’s go find Seokjin-hyung and tell him. Maybe he’ll drive us to the shelter.”

“I don’t think he’ll let us all come,” Jungkook says, but they all make their way back down the hall towards Jungkook’s bedroom.

When they get there, the door is closed and they can hear Seokjin talking to someone inside. As quietly as he can, Jungkook turns the doorknob and pushes the door open, and they all gasp at the sight that meets them.

There lying on Jungkook’s bed is Seokjin, the kitten curled up on his chest, and he’s talking softly to it, petting soft strokes along it’s back and smiling and cooing at it like it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen.

Jungkook wordlessly pulls the door closed and they all retreat back to the kitchen.

“We can tell hyung about the shelter later,” Taehyung decides.

Jimin and Jungkook nod in agreement.

“See?” Jungkook says with a grin. “Not the worst idea we’ve ever had.”

#bts sickfic #bts snz #jimin snz #allergy fic #bts hurt/comfort #sick jimin #allergic jimin #caretaker seokjin

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sickonthedancefloor · 3 months

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All Hands On Deck - part 2

Sickies: OT7 Caretakers: Themselves + Managers

Part: [one]

Hoseok didn’t think he was ready for this. Here he had Jungkook, weirdly both pale and green-tinted, in a wet, vomit-sprayed tee and looking on the verge of crying. Before Jungkook could even consider apologizing, Hoseok merely shushed him softly, reaching a hand up to swipe his cheeks in comfort before tears could even begin to fall. His youngest dongsaeng, despite being taller and more muscular than him already, looked so small standing next to him with how sick he was. There was something about his big eyes being so watery and upset that pulled at Hoseok’s heartstrings immediately.

He was very weak for his members.

“It’s okay, Jungkook-ah, let’s get you changed and in bed. Sound good?”

He received a small hum in agreement, as the younger dancer dropped his face against Hoseok’s shoulder. Oh no… not vomit on the Balenciaga… It was honestly inevitable. He’d definitely have to ask one of the managers for their cleaning trick to get it out later for sure. But first… His hand rubbed small circles on Jungkook’s back as he walked him away from the bathroom, away from the new noises of vomiting from behind the door. It seemed to upset Jungkook further to hear it, and the last thing Hoseok wanted to do was have him sick again, and in the hallway where the clean-up would be harder. The two shuffled awkwardly and slow, but it didn’t seem to nauseate the youngest further, so Hoseok was alright with the pace.

“H-hyung,” Jungkook murmured. “Jin-hyung’s—”

“Hm? Jin-hyung?”

Jungkook pointed at the door. Ah… that made sense.

“Oh, you mean Jin-hyung’s room?” Hoseok guessed. That got a soft laugh and a thumbs up. Perfect, honestly; Jin’s door was closer, anyway. Hoseok merely shuffled to Jin’s room, leading Jungkook inside. Jungkook looked at the bed, but Hoseok merely held onto him, grabbing his shirt. “Come on, let’s get you changed into something cleaner. Okay, hands up.”

Jungkook looked so little. As Hoseok pulled the shirt from him, he couldn’t help but coo at how he scrunched his face. Once off, Hoseok just turned it inside out and dropped it near the door, before helping Jungkook out of his baggy jeans. He was like a child again, like that young teen who was so shy but still crawled into their beds when he felt too lonely or upset or just wanted comfort. Cute. Once in just his boxers, Hoseok led him to sit on the bed, ruffling his hair affectionately. “Stay right here, I’m gonna see what Jin’s got that you can fit.” For good measure, he moved the desk trash can next to the bed.

Hoseok tossed Jungkook’s pants, and his own sweatshirt (feeling too warm for it now anyway, he guessed someone turned the heater up for one of their sick members) to the pile and went to rummage through Jin’s closet for something light. He managed to dig up a simple dark tee and basketball shorts, and dressed Jungkook quickly as he noticed his eyes shutting. He was more than thankful that Jin and Jungkook fit the same clothes; it made it easier, for sure. Hoseok tugged the blanket back as he eased their maknae to lay down, then just ran his hands through Jungkook’s hair until the younger fell asleep.

Once he seemed settled, Hoseok sighed, leaning his head on the side of the bedframe. What a day… It was already giving him a headache, but he was glad to at least be helpful.

~*~

In the bathroom, on the other hand, Jin wished for peace. But all he received was a sharp stench of putrid, vile vomit that seemed rather discomforting being two distinctively different scents of yuck. He honestly didn’t think puke could have identifying smells, but whatever Taehyung was expelling before him had some odd, creamy scent to it that made his own stomach feel uncomfortable. But just taking a sharp breath upward, he merely continued to rub Taehyung’s back, thankful that his curls were at least short enough to stay out of his face.

Taehyung’s vomiting was calmer than Jungkook’s in a sense. Less loud, bouncy motions but more harsh, almost twitching gasps as he coughed up whatever wanted to make its way up his esophagus. He had tried to speak twice, barely getting out Jin’s name, and a broken apology, before he merely gave up. Taehyung had a shaky hand braced on his knee, fingers white-knuckled gripping his sweatpants as if it was the only lifeline he had between staying upright and falling into the porcelain nightmare (oh god, Jin realized, that was going to be a nightmare to clean).

“It’s okay, Taehyung-ah,” Jin said calmly. His hand on Taehyung’s back formed a fist and he rubbed his knuckles with a little more force on Taehyung’s back. Something more of a sensation, hopefully a bit of a distraction. “Try to take a breath now, hm?”

Taehyung coughed up a mouthful and then spit. Jin took the opportunity to flush, hoping to reduce some of the smell. But ever the diligent dongsaeng, Taehyung tried to take a breath. His shoulders slumped and he eased back. And took a second breath.

“H-hyung…”

“I’m here, Taehyung-ah. You’re okay. Just keep breathing—or… that, I guess.”

On Taehyung’s next breath, he gagged and immediately lifted himself back to the toilet, regurgitating out another thick mouthful of sludge. His hand on Jin’s hand merely loosened his grip and he swatted at him, albeit shaky and weakly.

“I know, I know. Not funny. But you always laugh at my jokes.”

Taehyung swatted him again, and coughed. He heaved again, but nothing came out.

“See, my jokes cured you.”

But another heave, and a mouthful of pure bile escaped. Taehyung was running on empty, and Jin could see it. He continued rubbing his back, encouraging him to take another breath. It took Taehyung another few minutes of dry heaving before he managed to sink back, forehead dropping on the toilet. Jin smiled.

“Good job, you stopped. Let’s wait a few minutes before we move, just in case.”

Taehyung just nodded as his eyes closed, his body trying to succumb to at least a few moments rest before Jin made him move. Jin let him have these extra moments in peace, just keeping one hand rubbing his back but now in slow circles. It gave Jin time to send a one-handed text message to Namjoon, letting him know their second youngest was also ill. This was already proving to be a disaster. They were going to need back-up, that was for sure.

~*~

From his spot on the couch, Yoongi looked towards the bathrooms on the left. He’d begun rubbing the sleep from his eyes when he heard Jungkook, but he was wide awake the moment Taehyung also disappeared. This already wasn’t good, and they hadn’t bought that much juk. They’d need more… and given whatever the two had, Yoongi figured he may as well begin messing with inventory.

He yawned as he stood, stretching his arms upward. The noise was enough to have Namjoon looking at him with a frown. “You’re not sick too, are you?”

Yoongi shook his head. “Wouldn’t dream of getting sick before you, Joon. I’m just going to make some juk. I have a feeling we’re going to need more, if Hobi-ah hasn’t come back from checking on them.” He really, really hoped Hoseok wasn’t also sick; that man hated throwing up, the last thing they really needed was an anxiety attack flaring up from anyone over illness. At least, for now, Namjoon and Jimin seemed alright, so after reassuring their leader that he was okay, Yoongi merely trekked his way into the kitchen and went to pull out the big pot. He’d make enough juk to last them a few days; thankfully it wasn’t hard at all. Opening the kitchen, he went to work, glad that Hoseok had organized their kitchen prior.

As Yoongi began cutting green onions, he realized he wasn’t alone. Despite seeming exhausted, Namjoon was out standing by the counter, frowning at his phone as he reread Jin’s updates. “Ah… Hyung, what can I do to help?”

Yoongi smiled. “Can you go check on Hobi and Jungkook? Hobi might need some help. Juk should be ready within the hour.”

An easy task. Namjoon gave a thumbs up and headed down the hall to peer in Jungkook’s room, then Hoseok and Jimin’s, only to find both empty. He just decided to search each room to find them, peering briefly into Yoongi’s empty bedroom before he landed on Jin’s. And there he saw Hoseok running his hand through Jungkook’s hair, Jungkook curled up next to him with his head in his lap on their oldest hyung’s bed. When Hoseok spotted Namjoon in the doorway, he smiled, holding a finger to his lips.

“Did he just fall asleep?”

Hoseok nodded. “I wanted to wait a little before giving him medication in case he could eat anything.”

“Yoongi-hyung’s making juk.” He wheeled over the desk chair to sit in, so he wouldn’t move the bed. “He thinks we’re going to need more.”

With a sigh, Hoseok nodded again. “I wouldn’t be surprised… Someone else is going to get it, I bet. When it’s done, let me know?” It only took a few minutes more before Jungkook began snoring, and the two sighed in relief. He was out. The rappers spent a few moments discussing their gameplan on if more of them came down with this—double line the trash cans, keep their two sick members comfortable, try to keep their medications on schedule. Check everyone just to be safe. Hoseok texted the managers their update while Namjoon headed out to give Jin and Yoongi their new update. The juk would take a bit, so he didn’t rush.

As he made it to the bathroom closest to his room, he knocked lightly. “Jin-hyung? You in there?”

“Ahhh, Namjoon-ah! Yeah, I’m in here. Careful if you open the door, Taehyungie’s legs—”

Namjoon was not careful. Upon immediate push of the door, he immediately knocked the wood onto Taehyung’s legs. Similar to Hoseok and Jungkook, Taehyung had taken Jin’s lap as a pillow, but with a damp towel over his eyes. He groaned but otherwise did not move, and Jin immediately began to fuss as Namjoon apologized.

“Is he sick too, Jin-hyung?”

“He spent ten minutes vomiting and now he won’t get up. And he won’t let me get up. Joon-ah, I can’t help him from down here! We don’t even have a traditional Korean bathroom, I could have just hosed down the mess but no, we have to clean it up! I could have just hosed Taehyung off of me—”

With that, Namjoon laughed, squeezing in and kneeling next to them. Taeyhung, while not as tall as Jin or Namjoon, had put on a significant amount of muscle on his frame, rivaling Jin in terms of weight already. And so much of it was muscle; but his reluctance to move overtook Jin’s attempt to keep him from the floor. It was a lose-lose situation for Jin. Taehyung’s button-up had vomit stains all along the front, and was damp with sweat. Jin had wiped his face already, but the younger vocalist seemed comfortable with the cloth blocking the light.

“Headache, Tae-yah?” Namjoon asked.

He received a mumbled ‘yes’. Fever confirmed by touch. Chills, possibly from the floor, possibly the fever. With a sigh, Jin rubbed his back again.

“Come on, let’s try to make it to the room with Joon, yeah?”

Taehyung grumbles again. “’m dirty…”

“It’s okay buddy, you’ve been sick. You want to try and take a bath?”

That gets the young singer to groan, his hand reaching up to press the cold cloth over his eyes. “I don’t want to move… Every time I move I get woozy.”

Jin sighed, stroking his hair. “Well, let’s at least try to get you changed and clean so you’re more comfortable.”

“Not… not yet.” Taehyung grumbled. He kicked a foot lazily to the side, but it bumped Namjoon’s leg—exactly what he was planning. “Go ‘way.”

Namjoon chuckled softly, patting Taehyung’s shoulder from where he sat. He was pretty sure Jin would catch it, being in proximity of now two vomiting members, but he wasn’t going to stress out over it. As Jin leaned his head back against the wall, he reached a hand over to swat at Namjoon too.

“Just bring him some fresh clothes? We’ll be out when we can, okay?”

Namjoon nodded and scurried out, returning five minutes later with a fresh pair of pajamas. On his way out, he added: “Oh, Jungkook’s taken over your bed.”

“Aish!”

#bts emeto #emeto bts #sick!jungkook #sick!taehyung #caretaker!jin #caretaker!hoseok #caretaker!yoongi #caretaker!namjoon #caretaker!jimin #tw: emeto #tw: emetophobia #bts sickfic #Whit writes

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crystalsnow95z · 17 days

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your allergy fics are so good! would you be able to write one with jungkook? any caretaker, with jungkook coming into contact with something he's terribly allergic to but he wants to enjoy (like a bouquet of flowers or a cute kitten idk) and it sets him off sneezing a ton, with a super itchy nose. thank you!

I have plenty of mostly finished projects, but I can't bring myself to post them, so I keep working on new ones, and after months, I finally made one I like!

"Jaykay...Jungkook-ah.. wake up.. we're landing.." Hoseok shakes the mankae when his gentle approach doesn't work. "Jaykay your face is so puffy.." Hoseok smiles fondly, grabbing Jungkook's face and smooshing his face in between his fingers.

Jungkook moans in complaint, his eyes fluttering open to look at Hoseok. "Hyung..what time is it?" he grabs Hoseok's wrist to get him to stop attacking his cheeks, rubbing at his eyes. "It's morning still?"

"It is..Good morning Junggukkie." Hoseok smiles, feeling pride in successfully getting him to start moving. "It's because of the time difference. Remember?"

Jungkook studies his surroundings perplexed before his eyes widen with recognition when the sleep that fogged his memory dissipates, replaced with excitement. "Oh! I know! We're filming a music video!I'm so excited! We're going to be filming by a real waterfall and going to a garden with hundreds of different flowers and we're going to work with birds!" The memory of the meeting floods over him.

"We're going to get amazing photos. I wonder if we'll get to see a real toucan." Taehyung adds in his own excitement, leaning forward to talk to Jungkook.

"Toucan? Do you really think we can see a real one? I've seen videos of them and they don't look real." Hoseok adds in.

"Everyone, please return to your seats and buckle up." The boys hear the announcement, gathering up their things.

"Namjoon-ah do you have everything?" Yoongi asks, placing his tablet into his bag.

"Of course. You gifted me a holder for my passport after that incident in japan.." Namjoon pulls out the passport that was tucked into his shirt.

"That's because we almost couldn't perform.. you're lucky that man found it in the bathroom for you.. What about your headphones?"

Namjoon opens his airpod case, ears reddening when he sees there's only one inside, feeling around his seat until he finds it. "You knew i lost one didn't you hyung.."

"It fell out when you were sleeping." Yoongi smiles, then gasps in surprise when the turbulence hits, clutching onto the armrest, his stomach churning uncomfortably.

"You okay Yoongi?" Jin asks, taking out his headphones when he feels Yoongi's hand brush against his arm.

"I'm okay, my stomach just fluttered.." Yoongi swallows the saliva that filled his mouth, taking a deep breath. "It'll pass.."

"We're almost on the ground, and we'll have a few hours to rest." Jin reassures the daegu rapper, taking his hand.

"Thanks hyungie.." Yoongi speaks softly, squeezing Jin's hand.

"You don't have to thank me. Just take it easy until the shoot okay?" Jin gently runs his thumb across Yoongi's knuckles.

"We landed!" Jungkook says excitedly, unbuckling himself, but Hoseok puts his hand on Jungkook's thigh.

"Let's wait a bit to get off Kook-ah." Hoseok orders gently side eyeing Yoongi, who still hadn't regained the color in his cheeks.

"Yes hyung..." Jungkook settles back in, eyes sparkling. It doesn't matter if I have to wait. I'll be able to film with the birds and see the waterfall and take pretty photos for army.

"Is everyone finished changing?" Namjoon asks, looking over his team, frowning when he notices Jungkook's darker outfit in comparison to everyone else's vibrant colors."Jungkook, that's the wrong outfit..that's for the garden shoot.."

"Aish..I'm sorry Hyung.." Jungkook quickly starts stripping to switch outfits. "Everything looks so pretty from the carride and the hotel view..I got excited.." he casts his eyes down guiltily. I'm not some teenager anymore.. I need to concentrate and not make such rookie mistakes.. I should've noticed I didn't match..

"It's okay, just pay attention from now on, alright? We need to focus on filming. We only have so much daylight with outside shoots." Namjoon rubs Jungkook's back, helping him get changed to make it quicker.

"I'll pay attention from now on.." Jungkook promises shyly looking away from Namjoon. After switching to match the others in the mankae line, the seven boys leave the dressing room, Jungkook fighting the urge to run towards the sound of the waterfall.

Hoseok and Jimin links arms with Jungkook, keeping him at pace with the others. "Calm down Jaykay you don't want to risk getting hurt on this uneven ground before we even get there." Hoseok scolds him gently, leading him around a tree root.

"I'll be careful, sorry hyung.." Jungkook watches his feet carefully stepping over branches and stones that made it on the path. Taehyung and Namjoon walk ahead of them, taking photos of the scenery in front of them. "Why can't I run free with Rapmonie hyung and Taehyungie-hyungie?"

"What? You don't want to walk with me?" Jimin pouts, letting go of Jungkook. "Fine, go play with them."

"I didn't mean it like that Jimin-shii.. I just wanted to go ahead too.." Jungkook relinks his arm with Jimin pulling him and Hoseok to walk ahead with the others.

"Look Hyung! That tree.. it's filled with birds." Jungkook points our, his voice scaring the birds into fleeing in several directions.

"Kook-ah you scared them away." Namjoon frowns, watching them go with disappointment.

"I'm sor..ah..ah.." Jungkook puts his hand over his nose with an itch forms, breath hitching. "Ah..heygifh!"

"[Bless you]" Jimin speaks in English. "You okay? Not catching a cold are you? You did sleep the whole plane ride.."

"No, no I'm okay..my nose just had a bad itch.."Jungkook sniffles, wiping his nose with the side of his hand. "A feather must've tickled my nose or something..I haven't felt sick today."

"I can see the waterfall!" Jin announces, everyone looking forward, trying to spot it through the trees.

"Oh wow, it's bigger than I thought it would be.." Yoongi's eyes widen when he sees it, the boys rushing to get closer.

Jungkook bends down to take a photo of a cluster of flowers,trying to ignore the itch that annoyed the tip of his nose.

"Don't get too close to the water, Jungkook-ah. You need to stay dry for the shoot."

"I won't hyung..I'm just looking at the flowers.." Jungkook's breath hitches when another sneeze builds up, but he gently rubs it away. I can't be getting sick now.. we're spending four days in a tropical paradise.

"Did you get water in your nose Gukkie?" Taehyung asks when he approaches Jungkook, the younger jumping when he sees Taehyung next to him.

"Aish, Hyung you scared me.. I didn't hear you coming over the water. I don't know what's wrong with me, but .ah..agh..heh'ticgish!" Jungkook quickly covers his face, Taehyung grabbing the back of his shirt to keep him balanced. "Ugh. Thanks Taehyungie-hyung. I was fine earlier..I don't know why I'm sneezing all of a sudden.."

"Maybe it's all the flowers.. maybe you should take some medicine just in case.." Taehyung suggests, pulling Jungkook away from them.

"But I want to get some good shots for Army to see." Jungkook whines, but makes no attempt to pull away.

"We have to work now. We can take photos together later, and I can take photos for you if you can't get close." Taehyung promises leading him back to the others. "Is there any way we can get allergy medicine for Jungkook? His nose is getting red and stuffy.."

"I'm sorry, but we would have to go back to the resort for that.. I'll send someone to go get some. Do you think you can film until then Jungkook-sii?" The manager asks.

"Yes, I'll be okay. It's not that bad. It's just an annoyance.. I can still film.." Jungkook replies politely.

A female staff member digs in her purse, handing him a small packet of tissues. "Here Jungkook. Blowing your nose might help."

"Thanks Noona.." he bows, turning away from the others to try to clear his nose of the clear goo. "That's much better.."

As soon as the seven members get their makeup redone and the director gives them their directions, the boys get right to work going through the scenes and choreography.

"Jimin-ah..you weren't looking in the same direction as the others and you led on the wrong foot.." Hoseok scolds him when they were reviewing the clips, noticing Jimin was looking at Jungkook who couldn't stop sniffling, fighting off the urge to sneeze.

"I'm sorry.. can we do it one more time? I'll get it right this time." Jimin bows in apology to his members, looking at Jungkook when he does it. Jungkookie looks uncomfortable..I need to get it right the first time so he can get some time to rest.

Jungkook tries to hold back another sneeze when he sees Jimin's worried gaze staring back at him, but Jimin could see his nose twitching as the itch builds up.

"Noona will be back soon.." Jimin gently uses his thumb to wipe the tear that formed in Jungkook's tear duct. "You don't have to be tough for us, okay?"

"I'm not crying..my eyes are just watering because of my allergies.." Jungkook sniffles. "I'm okay..it's just irrita..ah..itdgitch! Heh'itchu!"

"Bless you.." Hoseok frowns, hugging Jungkook from behind. "My poor baby.."

"Jungkook-sii I got..you the medicine." The staff member who ran to the resort calls to him, out of breath from running back.

Taehyung rushes over to get the medicine from her, popping the blister pack to get the round pink pill for Jungkook, bringing it back to him. "Here Jungkookie, I got it."

"Thanks Hyung." Jungkook swallows the pill Taehyung gives him, Jimin getting him water to help it go down quicker. "Let's do the shoot again."

"You don't want time for it to kick in?” Jin asks, fretting over the youngest.

Jungkook shakes his head."No, I already got us behind schedule with all the touch ups.. I can do it.."

Jungkook and Taehyung rush ahead of the other members despite the older members calling to them,unable to hear them over the sound of the birds.

"Oh wow.. it's so pretty!" Jungkook's pupils take over his irises, his eyes becoming to round black discs, taking in the special guests for their music video. "Oh wow..This one's purple..I never seen a purple bird before!'

"This is [purple honeycreeper.] This one rescue. I thought he would be perfect for you ." The bird handler smiles when he sees the boys look surprised at his Korean skills.

"[Purple honeycreeper..]" Jungkook repeats the name in English. "[What's bird name?]"

"[Ah, right introductions...] I'm Gary and this bird here is Viola."

"Can I touch?" Jungkook asks, ignoring his body's warning. The medicine helped him yesterday, but at the moment he felt just as bad as he did the first day they were filming.

"Hold out finger." Gary tells him, showing Taehyung what to do by getting Viola to go on his finger. "[Step up Viola.]" He gives the command, letting her climb onto his finger.

The other members catch up, taking in the sights of the colorful birds surrounding them.

Jungkook holds his to Viola, gasping when he feels the bird use its beak to balance herself while she climbs onto his finger. "Look Hyung..i'm holding a bird!" Jungkook sniffles, turning to the man. "Can i pet?"

"As long as you only touch her head and neck." Gary gently ordered.

"You can't touch a bird anywhere else or it will think you want to mate." Yoongi tells Jungkook.

Jungkook turns to the handler, who blushes."Ah, that's true. It.. excites them if you touch its wings or chest too much.."

Jungkook nods, gently touching Viola's head, gently ruffling the feathers. Oh no.. not now..

Jungkook quickly places his hand on Taehyung's shoulder, hoping the bird would have a safe escape from the sneezes he could feel coming despite his efforts to hold them back. "Heh'heh..heygifh! Heh'itchu! Higtcvhsgh!"

Viola screeches, flapping her wings in fear jumping off of Jungkook's hand and jumping onto Taehyung's head, trying to get farther from the sound that startled her.

The other birds go into panic at the sound of viola, Hoseok clinging to Namjoon when they take flight.

Jungkook covers his face,trying to muffle the sound, but when the birds take flight the feeling only worsens. "Hehtichih!"

"[Woah, Woah. It's okay Viola.. it's okay..]" Taehyung tries to speak English for the frightened bird, Gary trying to calm his other pets down.

"Somethings wrong you need to get away.." Jin starts leading Jungkook away from the chaos, his heart racing in fear.

I can't breathe..I need to calm down..

Jungkook staggered away from the others, Jin keeping a tight grip on the mankae"Woah Jungkook I got you.."

"Heh..hehitxgh! Heh'itchu! Hey'itchi!" Jungkook let out another flurry of sneezes, holding Jin tightly. It wasn't the flowers..

"Here Jungkookie, look at me.." Jin gently leads his chin up, taking a nasal spray from the bag he was given as an accessory. "I got this just in case.."

"Thanks hyung.." Jungkook sniffles, taking it from Jin. "Heh'itchii! Hey'itchi!" He sneezes as soon as he puts it near his nose only amplifying the itch that plagued his sinuses.

"Here let hyung do it." Jin gently grabs Jungkook's chin, tilting his head upwards. "Try to sit still for me. I'll make it quick..okay?"

Jungkook nods, holding his breath to try to avoid sneezing on Jin as he swiftly sprays the medicine into one nostril than the other.

"Hei' etfhitch! Heh'itchu!" Jungkook's eyes water as he sneezes. "I'm sorry Hyung.."

"It's okay baby.. I know you aren't feeling well." Jin rubs the back of Jungkook's neck. "I think your allergic to birds Jungkookie.."

"I was around birds before..I was fine.." Jungkook sniffles, rubbing at his nose to try to ease the itch that threatened to cause more sneezes to erupt from him.

"You can develop new allergies Kook-ah.. I know how excited you were to play with them, but outside of filming I think you should avoid them." Jin tells him solemnly.

Yoongi goes up to them with a small packet of tissues,giving it to Jungkook. "They got the birds under control, but they want to give them time to fully calm down."

"That's good. I was worried I ruined the...heh..heh.." Jungkook felt the sneeze building, but it was only a false start. "Ruined the music shoot.." he finishes, his voice coming out as a nasally whisper, trying to clear his nose to see if that would ease the discomfort that was making him miserable.

"It's not your fault, Jungkookie. We could always make changes. What's important is that you don't suffer for the shoot. Even if you push through it, army will be able to see how much you're suffering." Yoongi puts his arm around Jungkook, pulling him close.

"I'll go get the others so we can see what our next move is. We'll figure this out together, okay Kookie?" Jin leaves to the filming site.

"Hyung I really wanted to play with the birds.." Jungkook sighs, knowing that all the members would agree with Jin.

"I know. Life sucks.. now you and Jiminie can suffer together." Yoongi teases him lightly, getting a small smile out of Jungkook.

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dimplessjoon · 3 months

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Namjoon Stress Fever

@bluepeacelove

God its been forever since i posted. I am so sorry it took so long. I haven't been able to write at all. I don't really like it, but I can't seen to make it any better. Sorry if you find this disappointing. Hopefully you'll be able to somewhat enjoy it. Thank you for requesting.

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“Joon-ah, come on open up.” Jin says knocking on Rkive’s door.

Namjoon opens the door and gets back to working.

“What is it, hyung?” Namjoon asks, eyes focused on the computer screen.

“Gosh, why is it so hot in here, any way, forget about that, just pack up Joonie, we’re going home.” Jin says

“Sorry Hyung, you go on ahead, I still have a lot of work to finish.” Namjoon says his eyes still focused on the screen and his fingers working on the keyboard.

“Namjoon, you haven’t been home in days, and it looks like you haven’t gotten a good night’s sleep forever. You need rest, otherwise you’re gonna get sick.” Jin says

"Hyung, I'm fine, besides I have too much work to finish. I don't have time to rest." Namjoon adds on still focusing on his work.

Jin comes next to him and takes the mouse from his hand saving his work and shutting off his computer.

"Hyung" Namjoon says protesting to what Jin is doing.

"No Namjoon, your health comes first, when was the last time you had a proper meal, or proper rest. I'm not gonna stand by and watch you neglect yourself. We can talk to the management and extend your deadlines. But right now we're going home. " Jin says

"But..." Namjoon says

"No buts, get up we're going home." Jin says holding his hand to get him up, but when he touches it he realizes it's hot.

Jin moves his hand up to touch Namjoon's forehead and gasps.

"Namjoon, you have a fever, see this is why I tell you not to overwork yourself, but since you didn't listen now you're sick. Come on let's get you home and resting." Jin says helping Namjoon up

Namjoon is reluctant for a bit but soon gives up to Jin's wishes knowing he is not gonna back down. And in all honesty, Namjoon himself knows he needs the rest. He feels like shit, his stomach hurts, his whole body aches, he has a terrible migraine and he feels way too cold. Now, it makes sense that he has been having all these symptoms since he has a fever.

Jin guides Namjoon to his car and drives him back to the dorm. But the moving car makes Namjoon's stomach feel queasy.

"Stop, the car hyung." Namjoon says putting his hand over his mouth.

"What?" Jin says but soon realizes what's going on so he stops the car.

Namjoon rushes out of the car and goes by a tree and starts heaving, but nothing more than some water and stomach acid comes up due to the lack of food in his body. Jin comes up behind him and starts rubbing his back.

After a while Namjoon stops and they go back to the car and Jin gives some water to Namjoon.

Namjoon drinks some water to get the taste of vomit out of his mouth.

"Thanks" Namjoon says

"Let's wait a bit for your stomach to settle and then we can go home." Jin adds helping Namjoon sit down in the passenger seat.

After a while they start to go home, and Namjoon tries to keep himself from throwing up and luckily he doesn't throw up again, however when he goes into the elevator to get to his apartment, his stomach starts going into knots, and he feels like throwing up.

As soon as the elevator stops he rushes towards the door and unlocks it and makes a run towards the bathroom where he starts throwing up again. The water he drank earlier came up and he continued to throw up even after there was nothing left in his stomach. Jin helps him get up takes him to the couch where the other members are waiting worried for their leader after he rushed in.

"Hyung are you okay?" Jimin asks sitting next to Namjoon on the couch.

"He's sick" Jin says

"Yoongi, can you please make some soup for him. We need to get some food into him. Jungkook can you get the thermometer, and Tae get some fever reducers and nauseau medicine. Hobi and Jimin-ah you guys stay here with him, I'll go with Yoongi to help make the soup." Jin lists of things for everyone to do.

"My poor Joonie" Hobi says sitting next to him and running his hands through his hair, Jimin brings a blanket and puts it over Namjoon to make him feel more comfortable and joins the other two on the sofa.

Everyone soon comes back, and Jungkook gives Namjoon the thermometer. After it beeps Jungkook takes it sees the tempreature.

"101.2 F, not too bad but still high." Jungkook says

Here Joonie eat the soup and then you can take the medicines.

"Thanks guys." Namjoon says and slowly starts eating the soup. After eating some he stops due to his nausea rising.

"Hyung just try to eat a bit more." Taehyung says.

"No, I'm done." Namjoon says relenting to eat more as he knows if he does he'll soon throw up.

"Fine Joonie, here take some medicine." Jimin says, when it was sure they couldn't convince Namjoon to finish his soup.

"Why don't you sleep and get some rest Namu, it'll help you feel better." Hoseok says.

Namjoon nods and get comfortable on the couch with his head in Hoseok's lap and Hobi runs his hand through his hair. Jin puts a bucket by his side just in case he needs it later.

Namjoon soon falls asleep and everyone starts doing their own things. Jin reading a book, Yoongi doing something on his laptop, Hoseok going through his phone while still running his hand through Namjoon's hair, and the maknaes playing a video game on the TV.

The maknaes get a bit excited and starts getting a little loud.

"Guys, Namjoon is sleeping chill out." Yoongi whispers trying to make the quite.

"Sorry hyung" Jimin says as the three of the quite down.

After some time Jungkook shouts, "Yah Taehyung stop cheating, if you do this I'm not gonna play with you anymore."

This startles Namjoon awake.

"Huh, what's happening." Namjoon says confused as he jumps up from his sleep.

"Its ok Joon-ah calm down go back to sleep" Hoseok say trying to get him to lay back down.

But he rushes forward taking the bucket Jin put in his hands and starts throwing up. The sudden movements and waking up making him nauseous.

Soon after he calms down and Hoseok helps him clean up a bit, before helping him lie down again. Jin takes the bucket and cleans it out, and glares at the maknae line for disturbing Namjoon.

The three maknaes look at each other and the floor feeling guilty about waking Namjoon up and cauing him to throw up. After a while Namjoon falls asleep again.

"Hobi, cover Joon-ah's ears." Jin whispers.

After Hoseok does it, Jin starts running after the Maknaes and shouting.

"WE TOLD YOU TO KEEP IT QUIET! Now look what you did you made poor Joonie get sick again. I swear to god you kids have no respect for your elders." Jin says

The maknaes running away from him and vehemently apologizing. While the other two members quietly laugh at their members shenanigans.

#bts #bts rm #sick!namjoon #sickfic #sicknamjoon #bts jimin #bts jin #bts jungkook #bts taehyung #emeto #bts yoongi #bts fanfic #bangtan #taehyung #namjoon #hobi

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soft-for-yoongi · 10 months

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as someone who enjoys reading emeto and snz, could u write a fic with both? maybe for yoongi? i dont know what scenario, sorry.

Just a cold? (Sick YG)

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Sick: Yoongi

Caretaker: Jimin, Seokjin, Hoseok

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

Word count: 1227

Thank you for requesting!!! Sorry it took longer than I expected!! (I'm still working on other requests, too, so anons, if you see this, your fics are coming!)

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Yoongi has never been this congested in his life. Blowing his nose has stopped working and he sneezed too many times during a meeting that all the members were sent home. The rapper was grateful for the break but he had songs to produce, not that a single thought could get past his head with how stuffy he feels.

"H-h-hESH'ew.." Hoseok looks at Yoongi sympathetically. Yoongi kicked everyone else out of his room but Hoseok somehow made his way in. He's holding a tray with some soup (made by Jin), tea, more tissues and medicine of course. "Hey, hyung. Jin-hyung says you gotta eat all of the soup or he's gonna take away your laptop." Hoseok explains, handing Yoongi the bowl of home made soup.

Yoongi can't even breathe through his nose and mumbles a groggy, "t'anks Hoba.." he eats the soup slowly, and Hoseok peers over at him lovingly. "Does it taste bad or something? What's with that frowny face?" Hoseok teases, delicately running fingers through Yoongi's hair in a soothing manner. "Head hurts." Yoongi replies, continuing to sip soup off his spoon.

Hoseok tuts, grabbing medicine off the tray. "Take two of these, since you've eaten something. They should work within about 30 minutes." Hoseok hands Yoongi some water. He pops the pills and blows his nose again, chucking it into the half full bin next to his bed. "Keep eating, hyung but I'm gonna let you be. Jungkookie wants me to work out with him." Hoseok smiles, recalling Jungkook's begging to get him to come to the company gym.

Yoongi's mouth curls upwards, "thanks Hoba, enjoy." Yoongi says, now almost three quarters finished the soup. Hoseok pats Yoongi's foot through the blanket and leaves the room, switching the light off to the elder's pleasure.

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With the soup finished and after blowing his nose at least 4 more times, the ache in Yoongi's head is still persisting and his stomach is starting to feel uneasy, and not because of the soup. The rapper has been trying to fall asleep, in the darkness of his room it shouldn't be that hard, yet there he is. Wrapped up in blankets and hugging his stomach.

It had been around an hour and a half since Hoseok left and now Jimin comes trailing into Yoongi's bedroom. Jimin is about to retreat because he thinks Yoongi is fast asleep, that is until he hears a horrible sneeze and moan come from the lump in bed. Jimin stands frozen as Yoongi blows his nose and picks up the bin half full with tissues to—gag into it..?

"Are you okay, Yoongi-hyung??" Jimin says, beginning to stroke up and down Yoongi's back. He hugs the bin, gagging again and spitting out excess saliva. Jimin flicks the bedside lamp on and Yoongi's paler than normal features are highlighted along with his pink Rudolf-looking nose.

"My stomach doesn't feel good, Jimin-ah.." Yoongi says, throat clenching around a heave. Jimin rakes Yoongi's long hair out the way just in time for him to bring up a wave of Seokjin's soup. It looks too much like it did when Yoongi first consumed it and it makes him feel sicker. "Oh, hyungie.. you'll feel better once you're empty." Jimin coos, praying that someone else comes and finds them because at this rate, Jimin is horriblely worried. Yoongi just has a cold, right? Why is he throwing up?

Jimin shoots Seokjin a quick text, 'can you please help? Yoongi-hyung is throwing up :(((' he pockets his phone just as Yoongi pukes again. Jimin pats the elder's back, trying to block out the distinct smell of puke but alternatively can't imagine leaving his hyung alone like this.

The patter of Seokjin's feet quick on their hardwood floors is music to Jimin's ears. "Oh, Yoongi-ah... you poor thing." Seokjin croons, walking over and beginning to massage Yoongi's nape. The rapper is thankful and fast to lean into the oldest' touch. A wave of calm washes over Jimin, but he tenses slightly when Yoongi reels forward with a productive heave.

Seokjin eyes the bowl on Yoongi's bedside table and hums approvingly when he finds it empty of his delicious soup. At least he knows that's not the reason Yoongi's sick. "He'll be okay, Jiminie." Seokjin eases the dancer just a little, continuing to rub Yoongi's back and hold his hair.

Yoongi spits and Jimin hands him some water. "Small sips, Yoon." Seokjin comments and Yoongi complies, water soothing his throat and diluting the taste in his mouth. Yoongi palms his stomach with a grimace, "think 'm done." The rapper says, sniffling. Jimin offers a tissue to which Yoongi blows his nose and adds it to the bin.

"Stomach hurting, Yoongi-hyung?" Jimin ponders, while Seokjin whisks away to clean the bin. Yoongi lays back down in bed, nodding weakly. "I'll go get you a heat back, hyung–" Jimin turns to leave but a cool hand grips his wrist.

"Jimin.. can you stay?" Yoongi mumbles, if he didn't say it then it might’ve never came out. "Oh, of course, hyung!" Jimin grins, taking advantage of Yoongi's request for affection and joining Yoongi in his bed. "Get some rest, Yoongi-hyung." Jimin whispers, flicking the lamp off.

Jimin shuffles closer to Yoongi, their bodies pressed together under the covers. Yoongi felt calmness wash over him just at the comforting presence of Jimin, something unique to the dancer. The pain and discomfort in his stomach was still there, and his nose is congested, but tiredness weighs over his whole body.

Jimin could feel the warmth coming off of Yoongi, no doubt a fever. Seokjin comes back in quietly to return the now clean bin, "sleep well, you two." The eldest smiles, exiting the bedroom. Yoongi can hear whispers of conversation and laughter from their living room, probably Jungkook and Hoseok returning from the gym. Yoongi's stomach gurgles, reminding him of his motive to fall asleep.

Jimin's small hand moves from Yoongi's waist to his stomach, starting some light circles. For the first 20 minutes, it's comforting for the older, however the gurgling and relentless nausea isn't letting up. Yoongi gives in to a few deep breaths, trying to see if he can cope. He rolls onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. Jimin is watching him like a hawk, lips downturned in worry. "You okay, hyung?"

Yoongi starts to sit up when mucus runs down his throat, prompting a closed mouth gag. Before he can make a mess, Jimin swipes the bin up, sticking it under Yoongi's mouth. He starts to empty what's left in his stomach, mostly bile and water. He coughs and Jimin has to pass another tissue so Yoongi can blow his nose again. He continues rubbing Yoongi's back just like Seokjin did and murmurs words of comfort.

"Sorry, you'll have to clean it again.." Yoongi sighs, voice hoarse from the ordeal. "Don't worry about it, hyung. I can leave this in the bathroom and get you something else, are you still feeling sick?" Jimin asks, concern clear in his voice. Yoongi shakes his head weakly, "I'm okay. Just sore, thank you Jiminie." Jimin takes the bin and eases the rapper to lay down again. Jimin leaves the bin in the bathroom to deal with later and returns quickly.

"Night, Yoongi-hyung." Jimin snuggles up to the elder. "I'll always look after you."

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