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soft-for-yoongi · 7 months

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Fever dream Taehyungie. I read some fics with this and I'm hooked.

Choose whoever you like as the caregiver and whatever other sickness you want to add. I have no problem with emeto 💜

Fever Dreams, Hyung's Don't Leave (sick TH)

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Sick: Taehyung

Caretakers: ot7, Yoongi, Jungkook, Seokjin

Tw: emeto, vom**, mentions of nausea, stomach pain, dizziness, fevers, nightmares, puking

Word count: 1744

Thanks for the request, anon!! I really enjoyed this, and I hope it's what you had in mind 🫶

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Cold. Taehyung was so so cold. And... where are his hyungs? One second they were right there, and now it's all dark? They were with him before he got sucked into dreamland? But now he feels freezing and so... alone. "Hyungs?" Taehyung wants to reach out but his arms feel like lead and won't cooperate.

Shadows were growing around him and his brothers were becoming distant, his cheeks are wet with tears and he wants to yell for them to come back but the sounds don't make it past his throat. Did they really leave him?

"Taehyungie!"

He woke up with a sharp gasp, almost instantly dissolving into tears that wrack his frame. Yoongi is quick to pull him into an embrace, cradling his head into his chest. Despite the younger being taller than he is, Taehyung looks so small in the rapper's arms. "You're burning up, Taetae." Yoongi says, feeling warmth radiating off of the younger's skin.

"I'm c-cold... w-wh-where are the others?" Taehyung's head perks up, eyes wide and scared. The dream felt so vivid. "Hyungie, are they gone?" Taehyung suddenly tries to stand up, pulling away from Yoongi's grasp.

"Woah, careful." Yoongi rushes to help Taehyung and sits him back down with little effort needed. "They're okay, Taehyungie." He comforts, rubbing his back in circles. "I-I need to see them, h-hyung—" Taehyung cries, gripping onto Yoongi like a lifeline.

"Shh, okay. Let me get Jinnie and the others." Yoongi takes out his phone, frantically spamming Seokjin's number. All of Taehyung's weight is up against Yoongi and the flow of tears has him biting his lip in worry. "Yoongi-ah?" Seokjin sheepishly walks into the room, rubbing his eyes and taking a split second to register Taehyung.

"Oh, Taehyungie, baby." Seokjin rushes over, petting and soothing over his hair as Taehyung instinctively reaches for the eldest. "H-hyung... I thought you left me." Taehyung mumbles, breaking out in tremors and moving to wrap an arm around his stomach.

"Of course not, baby. Gosh, you're so warm. Yoongi, what happened?" Seokjin turns to the rapper. "He was dreaming, kept calling out for us and now he's got a fever." Yoongi explains. They both look at Taehyung with pity, thinking on what to do. "We have to give him some medicine, he's way too hot." Seokjin concludes.

"No—I need to see Jiminie a-and Namjoon-hyung—" Taehyung sniffles, hiccuping between words. Yoongi sadly rubs his back, turning to Seokjin. "Aw Taehyungie... how about we go to the living room and I'll get the others?" Seokjin offers, using his thumb to wipe away the tears. Taehyung nods approvingly, somewhat calming down.

They go on either side of the younger, helping him to the lounge. Yoongi flicks on a couple lights, putting them on the dimmest setting. Taehyung reaches for Yoongi and he gladly holds him on the couch. Seokjin starts off at the closest bedroom. Jimin and Hoseok's.

"Hoseokie? Jiminie?" He calls into the dark room, walking in to find the two curled in each other's embrace, both their beds pushed together. They start to stir after a few taps. "Sorry guys, Taehyungie is sick and a bit emotional. Can you both comfort him in the living room?" Seokjin explains in a hushed voice. It wakes them up and Jimin's eyes are already glistening with worry. "Of course, hyung." Hoseok replies. Onto the next bedroom.

"Namjoon-ah?" Seokjin hears the snoring cut off. "Hmmg..? Hyung?" The leader groans. "Can you go to the living room, please? Taehyungie has a fever." He says, gaining a hum as Namjoon swings his legs out of bed. And now, the maknae.

"Kookie?" Seokjin moves straight to the bed, gently rubbing over Jungkook's thigh. "Jungkook-ah." He tries again, making the lump roll over. "Taehyung needs you, Bunny." And that finally wakes him up. "Huh..? Is he okay?" Jungkook rubs his eyes, making a move to get up. "Fever, bad dream." Seokjin summarises, letting the youngest follow him back to the living room.

Taehyung is still next to Yoongi but Jimin is giving him a kiss on the cheek, Hoseok tying back his hair and Namjoon is standing nearby, not wanting to crowd the boy. "Taehyungie-hyung?" Jungkook says when he catches sight of the second youngest. He looks up from the couch and is visibly relieved. "You g-guys didn't leave?" Taehyung's lip quivers. The six of them butt in to reassure Taehyung, telling him they love each other way too much to even fathom the idea.

"Taetae, do you feel well enough to take some medicine?" Yoongi asks, all too aware of the sticky heat coming from the singer. He's still so out of it. "Mm.. I don't know." Taehyung pouts, "does anything hurt? Your ears, throat, head, stomach?" Jimin asks, kneeling down in front of Taehyung. "Tummy.. and my head feels dizzy." Taehyung concludes, just now picking up on the nausea washing over him in waves.

He shivers and curls up to Yoongi. "Hyung... I think I'm gonna throw up." Taehyung whines, face squashed into Yoongi's shoulder. "Aish–right now?" Yoongi looks to Hoseok for help, "I'll get a bag—" Hoseok dashes off, right as Taehyung moans in discomfort, chills going up and down his spine. Seokjin leaves to grab some towels and medicine. Namjoon and Jungkook take a seat on the other couch, talking to each other worriedly.

Hoseok comes back with a puke bag, quickly handing it to Taehyung who grips it shakily. "You're okay, Taehyung-ah." Yoongi starts rubbing up and down his back, sympathising when he feels his muscles clench and a dry gag escapes. Taehyung feels like he's on a merry-go-round, he's not enjoying it. Before he was cold and lonely, now he's covered in sweat, about to heave up his dinner. What a night.

He looks up from the bag, noticing Seokjin returning and all his brother's concerned faces. It makes him think back to his fever dream and a tear slips before a nasty heave takes over. It leads to a string of drool and acidic taste in his throat. Jimin uses his small hand to wipe away the tears, moving to sit next to Taehyung. "Let it up, Tae." Yoongi slips into daegu satoori, hoping to comfort the younger some.

Taehyung sucks in a deep, shaky breath before bringing up a mouthful of sick. It gets the momentum going and before he can relax, another bout exits him. "We're right beside you, Taetae. You're doing great." Hoseok comforts, looking away from the puke bag but also trying to support his dongsaeng.

Taehyung retches, spine curling over as he vomits. He feels so hot and sticky, tshirt plastered to his back. Seokjin uses a damp cloth to wipe Taehyung's forehead, holding it on as he coughs into the bag. "Namjoon-ah, can you get the thermometer please?" Seokjin asks, tone filled with concern.

"Sure, hyung." Namjoon responds quickly. "Ughh—my tummy doesn't feel good.." Taehyung whimpers, fingers still clutching the bag. Jungkook watches with sympathy. "Poor baby, Taehyungie. You'll feel better soon." Jimin rubs the 95's knee, Yoongi tracing along his back.

Taehyung doesn't feel like he'll ever get better. He would make another statement that he's dying, but a painfully dry heave cuts him off. It highlights just how empty Taehyung now is. But his stomach sets him off anyways, into endless (about 3) empty gags. "Tae-yah it sounds like you're finished. Wanna try relax a little?" Yoongi points out, slowly easing the younger's grip on the bag.

"Yoongi's right, Taehyungie. I'm sure Jungkook's happy to give you some company on the couch?" Seokjin smiles, and Taehyung swallows down a retch before weakly nodding. Yoongi manages to take the bag, making note to keep it away from Hoseok's general direction before disposing of it.

Seokjin and Jimin wipe down Taehyung's face, just as Namjoon comes back with the thermometer, holding it out. "Ah, thanks Joonie." Seokjin says, grabbing the device and hovering it over the second youngest's forehead. It beeps and reads, "39.1° (102.4°)" Seokjin says out loud, "shit. Taehyungie, you're really warm, how about we take your shirt off?" The eldest adds.

Taehyung nods, face blank and zoned out. "Arms up," Jimin helps take off the top, leaving Taehyung exposed on the couch. "Can I lay down with Jungkookie?" Taehyung looks up at Jin, then glances at the youngest. "Of course, Kookie? Is that okay?" Seokjin turns to Jungkook, who responds with a reassuring nod. Jungkook motions for Taehyung to come closer. With Hoseok's and Jimin's aid, Taehyung gets nestled on Jungkook's chest, both of them long ways on the couch. Jungkook has an arm tucked around Taehyung securely, while he listens to the soothing rhythm of Jungkook's heartbeat.

"Promise not to be sick on me?" Jungkook jokes, retracting the statement when Taehyung frowns sadly. "I'm sorry you're not feeling well, hyungie. You can throw up on me, that's fine." Jungkook kisses Taehyung's temple, ruffling his hair at the same time. At least that gets Taehyung to whimper-laugh, his body still isn't happy with him.

Before Taehyung lets himself drift off, he opens his eyes and scans the room. He sees five pairs of eyes staring back lovingly, the elder members smiling at the fondness between the two youngests. "Don't worry, Taehyung-ah. We'll be right here when you wake up." Yoongi hums, beginning to settle on one of their armchairs, letting out a huff when Jimin sits on his lap, but not making him move either. Fully reclining the other couch, Hoseok is comfortably squished between the leader and Seokjin.

"Okay, I love you, hyungs." Taehyung murmurs softly. He surrendered to the warmth of Jungkook's embrace, the presence of his brothers soothing him to not worry about any more dreams.

Hours passed and they slept semi-comfortably. Seven people in one living room was a lot. Slowly, Taehyung stirred awake, greeted by the gentle caress of Jungkook's hand on his head. Blinking away the sleep, he found himself still tucked up to Jungkook. "Hey there, sleeping beauty." Jungkook whispered.

Taehyung grinned weakly, "did I throw up on you?" He asked, voice raspy but amused. "Not this time, hyung." Jungkook chuckled. The lounge room was bathed in a morning glow, Taehyung noticed his other hyungs, still there and their expressions more relaxed. The worry he felt during his fever-induced dream was replaced by comfort, yes he was still uneasy but he now had some support.

"I told you we wouldn't leave, Taehyungie." Jimin chims in, perched on Yoongi's lap. "Thank you, Jiminie-hyung."

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crystalsnow95z · 4 months

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Part 2 of this story..

Tw: brief hospital scene, slight vomit

It doesn't matter how I bad i feel.. Taehyung is more important..

Yoongi returned to the bed room, gently pushing up Taehyung's shirt so he could slide the wet cloth over his fevered body. Taehyung flinched when it touched his skin,but didn't wake.

"Da*n.. the cloth is already getting hot.." Yoongi whispers, hands trembling as he dips the cloth back into the water to cool it.

"Hyung, Hyung let me do it.." Namjoon tries to take the cloth, but Yoongi quickly pulls away, making the washcloth drip onto the table.

"No. I got it.." Yoongi says irritably, quickly softening his tone when he hears it. "I got it. You should go find something to eat. You haven't eaten today.."

"You haven't either Hyung." Namjoon retorts. "You don't look well hyung.. I think you should take a break.." he reaches to touch Yoongi's forehead, but Yoongi pulls away.

"I'm not hungry." Yoongi rewets the rag,moving the end of the bed to wet Taehyung's legs, jumping when Taehyung starts coughing again.

"If he gets any worse we'll need to take him to a hospital.." Namjoon says softly, brushing hair from Taehyung's cheek.

"I'll take care of him.. I don't want him panicking if he wakes up and none of us are there.." Yoongi gently rubs the cloth over the bottom of Taehyung’s foot. They say if your feet are cold you'll feel cold.. maybe it'll work to soothe his fever..

Taehyung whimpers in his sleep, Yoongi pulling away in case he is the cause, tensing when he continues to shake even after he stops. "Is he having another bad dream?"

"I don't think he's gonna get much sleep until we get his fever down. I don't think it's a nightmare though. His heart isn't going up.." Namjoon gently scratches Taehyung's back, trying to comfort him.

Taehyung clings to Namjoon, trying to get warmth from his leader. Namjoon pulls Taehyung close to him, brushing his bangs from his face. "I got Tae for now. You go eat. Okay? You're older, so you should eat first. You can come back after.."

Yoongi doesn't respond to Namjoon's words, pursing his lips together with his eyes closed tightly. He didn't believe Namjoon. It's not my fault he's sick, but it's my fault it's gotten this bad. He's so uncomfortable he can't even rest well..

"Hyung..Taehyungie wouldn't want you stressing yourself out over this. He loves you, you know? We all do. Don't be so hard on yourself." Namjoon says softly, poking Yoongi's side with his toes. "Hyung, please relax.."

"Let me do this, okay? I'll eat when his fever goes down. I won't be able to stomach anything like this.. please Joon." Yoongi pleads softly, looking into Namjoon's eyes.

Namjoon sighs. He's not going to back down. I know that look.. "Alright.. I'll go eat then come back." He leaves the room, letting Yoongi take his spot by Taehyung's side.

Yoongi takes a shaky breath, closing his eyes tightly. I don't deserve your love.. His heart raced in his chest, pounding in his ears. Taehyung's coughing in his sleep was the last straw, breaking the wall he was trying so hard to keep up.

Yoongi puts the cloth back into the bowl, wrapping around Taehyung's body, burying his face in his back as the tears flow down his cheeks. "I'm sorry..I'm sorry Tae..I s..sh..shou..ve..been a..g..go..good hy..ng..I..i.." his voice breaks into a sob, unable to get the letters to form on his lips.

Yoongi's chest ached as his heart throbbed in his chest, his breath coming out as short shaky gasps. Even with his eyes closed tight, he could feel the dark haze wash over him, making him dizzy and sick to his stomach. "I'm s.s..so..rr..rey.." he sobs in a low whisper.

Taehyung places his hands on Yoongi's arms, blinking slowly in confusion when he feels the tight grip around his body, hearing the agony in Yoongi's voice. Hyung is crying? Why? Please don't... don't cry..

Taehyung wanted to comfort him, but he could hardly get a breath in between the chest rattling coughs, giving him no chance to get any words out.

I have to stop.. I have to calm Hyungie.. he's.. he's really scared.. he's scared.. because of me..

Taehyung leans into Yoongi's chest, nuzzling underneath his chin to try to comfort him, but the Deagu rapper doesn't react to it. Yoongi was hardly breathing, his anxiety drowning him.

Taehyung bites back the urge to cough, forcing his voice to come."No..no scare..no scare.." he tried speaking, but his voice came out as a raspy whisper. "M..m..kay..I'm...kay.."

Yoongi hardly recognized Taehyung's voice as his, sounding young and vulnerable. Sh*t.. I woke him up.. I need to calm down.. I'm just going to make him worry..

"I'm o.. okayTae.." Yoongi pants, trying to slow his breath. His head was spinning, the blood pounding in his ears and his chest.."It's okay..it's okay.." he was telling himself as much as Taehyung, biting back a sob.

"Cry.. Cry don't.." Taehyung pleads when he hears Yoongi sniffling, trying to get his eyes to focus on his caretaker. "Hyung.. hyung.." His voice comes out as a desperate whimper, trying to think of something that could stop the tears from flowing down Yoongi's cheeks.

Yoongi forces himself to take deep breaths, trying to slow his breathing. Why can't I do anything right today? All I've done is make Tae feel worse...

"I'm sorry.. I'm sorry..I'll..I'll stop.. jus..just.." Yoongi coughs, struggling to catch his breath. He squeezes his eyes shut, pursing his lips together.

Taehyung moves to face Yoongi, letting out a soft whimper when his muscles scream in protest, his fever making every movement hurt. He wipes Yoongi's cheek with a shaky hand, nuzzling underneath his neck once more. "Please..please.." He whispers, coughing after.

Yoongi holds Taehyung close, feeling his body trembling in his arms, his breath coming out as little coughs. "Are..are you okay? Can you breathe, okay?"He asks in a soft, worried tone loosening his grip on the ailing vocalist. "Ah..Sh*t.. Tae...?"

"Frozen.." Taehyung murmurs cuddling back into Yoongi's chest, unaware of how hot his body was. He buried his face in Yoongi's chest coughing hard, squeezing Yoongi's arm. "Hyung.."

"I know baby, I know.. we..We need to d..do some..thing about your fever.. do you think you can sit up and take some medicine for me?" Yoongi takes a deep breath, focusing all his energy on getting Taehyung's fever down. I need to pull myself together..I don't have time to feel sorry for myself.. whats done is done..

"Spin..spinny..sick..spinny.." Taehyung tries to think of the correct words to explain how every time he opened his eyes, a nauseating wave of dizziness crashed over him, making him afraid to open them. He didn't want to get sick. Not again. "Yoon..Yoon no..do.."

"Taehyungie.." Yoongi whispers his name, gently pushing him away. He didn't want to make him move, but he had no choice. It's almost insufferable to lay with him, and he can hardly speak.. I need to get some medicine in him.

"No..no..stay.." Taehyung tries to move closer to Yoongi, shivering violently.

"I'm staying here Tae, its okay, I'm right here okay?" Yoongi puts his hand on Taehyung's shoulder, reaching for the medicine bottle. "We need to try. It's okay if you throw it up.. its okay if you throw up before too.. we just need to at least attempt to get some medicine in you, your fever is getting out of control baby.. we need to bring it down.."

Taehyung doesn't answer him, making Yoongi's blood run cold. "Taehyung?" He freezes when he realizes that Taehyung hasn't been actually answering him. He's not processing what I'm saying.

Yoongi gently sits up Taehyung, tensing up when he hears him moan in pain. "I know.. I know.. I'm sorry.. I'm sorry.."

Taehyungs stomach lurched, gagging up nothing foamy liquid, clamping his hand over his mouth with a desperate whine. Yoongi quickly grabs the trash bin, moving behind Taehyung to support him.

"Hoba! Namjoon-Ah! Seokjin-hyung..! Jimin-ah!" He calls for everyone one by one until someone answers him. Namjoon and Jin rush in the room when he hears the panick in Yoongi's voice.

"Fu*k.. Taehyungie.." Namjoon sits on the bed next to him, rubbing Taehyung's back, eyes widening when he feels the heat coming off him before he even touched him.

"We need to get him to a hospital.." Jin sits on the other side of him, dialing on his phone with shaky hands. "His fever is way too high.."

Yoongi paces in the hallway by the waiting room. He didn't care about the people filming him and taking photos. All he cared about was the doctor returning to tell him Taehyung was okay.

Please, please let him be okay..

Yoongi wasn't religious, but since they entered the hospital an hour ago, he continued to desperately pray for Taehyung to recover.

"Hyung, you look really pale.. I think you should sit down and drink some water.." Namjoon tries to stop Yoongi, grabbing him by his shoulders.

"I'll sit after I see Taehyungie." Yoongi pulls away from Namjoon, stumbling forward when a wave of dizziness hits him. No.. no I can't be sick now.. they have enough to worry about..

"Woah, Hyung.. be careful.." Namjoon hugs him, letting Yoongi lean against him. "I think you're running a fever.. you're hot Yoongi.."

"I don't care.. I'll be fine.. I just need some fever reducers.. it's fine.." Yoongi's body doesn't agree with his words, the vertigo not fading, his knees buckling underneath him.

Namjoon helps him to his knees safely. "You need to see a doctor.. You might have caught what Tae has.."

"No.. no I'm..I'm just stressed. I'll feel better after seeing Taehyung.." Yoongi hears the sound of footsteps approaching, turning his head towards the sound, trying to stand when he sees the doctor.

"Taehyung-sii is stable.. the medicine worked to bring his fever down. He'll make a full recovery in a week tops." The doctor gives a reassuring smile.

Yoongi falls to his knees, letting out a sigh of relief.

"Woah hyung are you okay?" Namjoon kneels next to him.

"Taehyungie will be okay.. that's all that matters.." Yoongi finally let's himself relax, leaning against Namjoon.

"No, getting you okay matters too.. Doctor, could you please look at my friend here as well...?" Namjoon asks, finally touching Yoongi's forehead. "He's running a fever as well.."

(This is what was cut from the original part. It was written to continue with Yoongi, but I haven't had the time to add onto it.)

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whats-k-popping · 2 years

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Can I request 54 with sick taehyung? I love your writing!!

Thanks love! <333 AAH YES! Keep the soft fever-checking prompts coming!! I love them so much! Thank you so much for the request!

Pairing: Taegi - Platonic intention, but open to interpretation.

Prompt: "I dunno. Do I feel hot to you?"

Words: 1317

Warnings: Fever || Sick Member || Mentions of nausea (Just soft. Very very soft)

It doesn’t snow often in Seoul. Occasional flurries, sometimes it lays. But it’s rarely enough to play in. So when Jungkook looks out his window and sees a thick, fluffy, white blanket coating the outdoors, an accumulation of hours of snowfall, he immediately gathers the rest of the members. He intends to drag them all out with him, whether they want to or not.

Much to Jungkook’s amusement, none of the members argue when he explains that he wants to play in the snow. Jin and Hoseok want to make snow angels. Namjoon and Yoongi want to build a snowman. And the maknaes want to have a snowball fight. They’re optimistic they cover everything. Without delay, they dress in layers and litter the yard with snowy footprints.

Taehyung’s having so much fun. He watches as snowflakes fall from the sky, sticking in their hair and landing on their awaiting tongues. He listens to the laughter of all the members. He’s chasing after Jungkook with a massive snowball when a wave of fatigue washes over him. He drops the snowball and bends over panting. The cold air is making it hard for him to take a deep breath; his breaths are short and ragged. His hands are on his knees just to keep him from falling face first into the snow.

Jungkook stops running when he realizes Taehyung isn’t chasing him anymore. His elated smile drops when he sees the state his youngest hyung is in. “Tae, you okay.” He calls over, drawing the attention of the other hyungs.

Soon enough, there’s a crowd of people surrounding him. No one’s laughing. Taehyung hates that silence. They were all just enjoying themselves and now they have to focus on him. He doesn’t want to ruin the snow day. So he holds his breath and quickly grabs a handful of snow just to shove it down Jungkook’s jacket in one swift motion. They are laughing again in a matter of seconds. Jungkook’s chasing after Jimin, now, who joined in on the fun and snuck a decent chunk of snow down the maknae’s back.

Everybody’s back to having fun and enjoying the snow. But Taehyung still feels unreasonably tired. And his muscles ache far too much for just the snow fun they’ve been having. Before any members can notice, Taehyung slips from the middle of the yard and sits down on the porch. He’s convinced he just needs a minute to rest and then he can go back to having fun with the members.

He suddenly feels suffocated by all of his layers. He removes his winter gloves and outer coat, setting them to the side. Shortly after, his beanie and zip-up hoodie are removed too. It doesn’t make sense. He knows it is cold outside, under 0 degrees; But he doesn’t feel cold. There’s a heat pricking at his skin. He tries to take a breath but the brisk air gets caught in his throat. He lets out a harsh cough into the crook of his elbow.

The coughing draws Yoongi’s attention. It’s never good to hear one of them coughing, he immediately thinks of their throats and how they could damage their singing. Especially Taehyung with how much force he puts behind each cough. When he spots Taehyung at the porch, his concern peaks. Taehyung’s only wearing a t-shirt in this cold. Taehyung hates the cold. It’s a weakness they share, having both grown up in the heat of Daegu. There’s a reason the nickname winter bear has stuck with him for so long. Despite how much he claims to love snow, Taehyung wishes he could hibernate like bears to avoid the winter months.

Yoongi approaches Taehyung and takes a silent seat beside him. “You don’t want to play anymore?” He asks, noticing how the younger is looking longingly at the other members.

“Just taking a breather,” Taehyung replies.

Yoongi notices Taehyung’s forehead is damp. He wonders if it’s just melted snowflakes or maybe something else. “Want to help me make hot chocolate?” Yoongi asks, trying to be coy. “We shouldn’t stay out much longer, someone might catch a cold.”

Taehyung snorts, “That’s not how getting sick works, hyung.” Yet, he stands and collects his clothing in his arms.

“Well being in the cold certainly won’t help anyone stay healthy.” Yoongi counters as he stands. When Taehyung starts gathering his clothes, Yoongi finally decides to address the reason the vocalist stripped himself of so many layers. “What’s the deal with that? Why’d you take your coats off?” He tries to sound curious without sounding judgemental.

The vocalist shrugs, “I was feeling uncomfortable. Like, too warm. I thought getting some more air might do me some good.” He realizes how weird it sounds when it’s actually snowing outside to feel too warm. He’s starting to suspect something might be going on with his body.

Yoongi seems to draw the same conclusion, “You don’t have a fever, do you?”

“I dunno,” Taehyung contemplates the question. He does feel tired, and achy, and entirely too sticky. A fever would make sense. “Do I feel hot to you?” He turns to Yoongi expectantly.

Yoongi slips off a glove and presses the back of his hand to Taehyung’s forehead. But he can’t get a reading on it, his own hand is red and numbed from prolonged exposure to the cold. He pulls his hand back, shaking it to improve circulation. “I’m too cold to tell. Why don’t we get a thermometer?” He offers, ushering the young vocalist back into the dorms.

Yoongi helps Taehyung put on dry clothes. He dries the vocalist’s hair and notices it’s damp again quickly. He’s going to check with a thermometer for confirmation, but now he’s convinced that Taehyung’s running a fever. He gets Taehyung set up on the couch, allowing the younger man to take up all three spots with his body. Finally, Taehyung’s got the thermometer sticking out of his mouth. He didn’t even fight it too much, fatigue taking over. When it beeps, Yoongi pulls it out and clicks his tongue, “38.9. Looks like a fever to me, TaeTae.”

Taehyung pouts, finally allowing himself to wither at his illness. His fatigue doubles, the aches multiply, his head’s pounding so hard it’s making him nauseous. Lights and sounds are too bright and too loud. He’s miserable, and he wants the world to know it. “Hyung, make it go away,” he whimpers.

Yoongi chuckles, smoothing over Taehyung’s sweaty hairs. “I can’t make it go away, Tae.” He replied apologetically, “But I can help you start feeling better. How about a nice, hot bowl of jook and a cup of hot chocolate to start?”

“Will there be marshmallows?” Taehyung asks shyly, his blanket pulled over his mouth.

“Think you can stomach marshmallows,” Taehyung’s nod is shy, but earnest, “Then you can have all the marshmallows you want.”

“Can we watch movies?” Taehyung asks.

“Any movie you want.”

“And cuddles?”

“Naturally. We know how our TaeTae loves his cuddles.” Yoongi tickles Taehyung a bit in response. He’s so needy when he’s not feeling well. He just wants to be pampered. “Alright, you rest here for a while. I’ll get started on the jook and hot chocolate. Just call me if you need anything.” He brushes a hand against Taehyung’s cheek before walking to the kitchen. Now that his hand is warmed up, he can feel the fever radiating off his dongsaeng. He coos in sympathy.

One by one, members file in from outside. Yoongi fills each of them in on Taehyung as they pass. When Yoongi’s finished preparing the jook and hot chocolate for Taehyung, he goes to serve the younger member only to find he’s sound asleep. He sets the tray on the coffee table and kisses Taehyung’s cheek. He squeezes himself onto the edge of the couch so Taehyung has someone to hold. “Sleep tight, winter bear.”

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

#bts #bts sickfic #sick!taehyung #caretaker!yoongi #bts canonverse #taegi #tw fever #aki sickfic #aki writes #aki requests #aki drabbles

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min-yunki-agustd · 10 months

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Writing Request coming soon!

#bts taegi #btssickfic request #sick bts #bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw nausea #tw vomit #tw emeto ment #min yunki agust #min yunki agustsickfic

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koolibrary · 3 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kim Taehyung | V/Min Yoongi | Suga Characters: Kim Taehyung | V, Min Yoongi | Suga, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope Additional Tags: Fluff, yoongi is ill, only like a cold, he’s being dramatic, hoseok is being a good friend, taehyung is being a good boyfriend, Alternate Universe - Magic, yoongi has magic powers, idk how, he just does Series: Part 1 of Adventures of magical Yoongi and his ever patient boyfriend Taehyung Summary:

Yoongi is ill and dramatic

Hoseok is done with him

and Taehyung is stuck at work

[my note that no one asked for🥢: i was keeping myself from squeaking. YOONGI IS SO CUTE IN THIS OMG:((.this was so so adorable.]

#taegi #taegi fic #cute yoongi #sickfic #magic #boyfriends taegi #best friend hoseok #personal fav

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sickybubbies · 4 years

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@vantaestummy coming soon to cheer you up!

“Surely throwing my guts up would lead to some weight loss” Yoongi grumbles, standing in front of the mirror and scanning himself with a deep pout.

Taehyung purses his lips, desperately wanting to keep the giggle that wanted to erupt from his lips.

“No honey..” he clears his throat and composes himself before drawling the older into a hug. Rubbing his swollen stomach and giggling softly against the length of his neck. “It doesn’t work like that when you’re pregnant”

#bts emeto #bts mpreg #pregnant!yoongi #caring!taehyung #taegi #bts sickfic #sneak peek

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sickjoonie · 5 years

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can we get something based on the taegi hc about yoongi vomiting on tae's shoes? im sorry for requesting so much! its okay if you dont want to do them

yoongi felt like he was going to suffocate.

it hadn’t even been a year since debut and they had already done so many stages. each one was just as nerve wracking as the last. yoongi wasn’t born to be on the stage, he had never dreamed of being on the stage and yet here he was, doing countless stages in an attempt to get their name out there.

yoongi fidgeted with his outfit. it felt weird, having to get all dressed up, to put on makeup, all to perform one song.

his stomach was caught in a ball of nerves. it had always been like that, ever since they did their first stage. today, however, it felt much worse.

there was pressure from their managers to really sell the stage. apparently their last show had one too many slip ups and their managers were not happy about it. they had been practicing nonstop to perfect it, yet they all still had their doubts.

yoongi hadn’t been feeling good since the moment he woke up that morning. everything felt off, clouded with anxiety and the pressure to be perfect. seokjin had forced him to eat breakfast and lunch, but now all it did was sit heavily in his stomach and roll around.

he had tried sleeping it off, napping at any chance he got. it hadn’t helped at all like it normally did. it was only an hour until the stage and yoongi felt like the very essence of anxiety.

his stomach was taking the worst of it. the ache was overwhelming, distracting him from the preparations for the stage. he had a hand loosely draped over it, trying to subtly rub at it and ease the pain. his tongue felt too heavy for his mouth.

he was sat backstage on a couch, hunched over and having a staring contest with the carpet. he was very still, breathing heavily through the ache and anxiety that was sitting in his lungs. around him, the noise had dulled to a buzz he couldn’t decipher.

he didn’t even move when someone sat next to him. a warm hand settled on his back, stroking softly up and down his spine. yoongi bit his lip to stop from groaning, not wanting to show how bad he was feeling.

they had a stage soon; he couldn’t inconvenience anyone, not when so much was already on the line.

“deep breathes, hyung. you’re gonna be okay.” taehyung’s deep voice cut through the buzz.

yoongi couldn’t help the small whimper that slipped out, feeling his stomach seize up.

taehyung hushed him, a hand slipping up to massage his neck.

yoongi’s breathed hitched, feeling his throat tighten from nausea. “t-taehyung.”

taehyung stopped massaging, letting his hand settle. “hyung?”

yoongi swallowed deeply. this was bad, this was very bad. his stomach was starting to lurch and he felt the need to gag. “i don’t feel so good, taetae.”

taehyung opened his mouth to say something, only to be cut off by yoongi pitching forward and vomiting his previous meals all over taehyung’s shoes. he coughed harshly before vomiting once again, unable to hold it back anymore.

taehyung swore loudly, most likely catching the attention of everyone else in the room. he hadn’t expected yoongi to be this sick. still, he kept a hand on yoongi’s back, rubbing it even now as he lost his stomach’s contents all over taehyung.

yoongi gave one last cough before sitting up, falling back against the couch while gripping his stomach. he closed his eyes, too embarrassed to see taehyung’s face.

“are you sick, hyung? do you have a fever?” taehyung sounded worried, more concerned about the state of yoongi than his shoes. he pressed a hand against yoongi’s forehead.

“i’m fine,” yoongi weakly brushed him off.

“you just puked all over my shoes, yoongi hyung, you’re not fine.”

yoongi reluctantly opened his eyes and looked at taehyung. “i’m so sorry, i’m just really anxious and it really messed with my stomach.”

taehyung brushed yoongi’s hair back, his face never changing from one of genuine concern. “do you wanna talk about it?”

yoongi shrugged. “i’m just nervous about the whole event, i guess. we can’t afford to mess up.”

taehyung gave him a warm smile. “we’ve been working nonstop for this. i know we’re going to do just fine.”

yoongi didn’t say anything, unconvinced.

“and even if we mess up, it won’t be the end of the world. we’ll be okay, i promise you, hyung.”

yoongi looked over at taehyung. his face was one of sincerity. he still had a hand on yoongi’s face, almost caressing it. yoongi leaned into it, letting his body sag.

“i guess so, if you promise,” yoongi mumbled.

taehyung leaned over and kissed his cheek. “we will all be by your side. together, we will be amazing.”

yoongi finally let himself smile, cheek warm from the kiss.

“now, how about we go and tell the stylist i need a new pair of shoes?”

#sick!yoongi #mmm love taegi #they're so cute #taegi #bts sickfic #bts emeto #Anonymous

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viugoodwin · 5 years

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Kim Taehyung has a headache. His lovely hyung is ready to help

#taegi fic #bts taegi #taegi #bts suga #bts v #bts #bts fic #cuddling & snuggling #sickfic #my fic #rus fic

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btsfandicktion · 6 years

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Do you know of any fics where Yoongi takes care of his dongsaengs? Taehyung in particular. I appreciate it! 😊

i don’t really know whether you wanted specifically sick fics or not so i decided to give a little bit of everything

taegi

We’ll Be Okay by SeungMaoKi

On Top of This Ending Tune by visbaeallday

Even If You Say It’ll Collapse Soon (just say a little more like this) by softyoongles

every man for himself by Instantaeneous

Say My Name by dreaminglasael

Hyung by Kay (Kaywrites)

we speak (our secret alphabet) by milkandtahoney

Seasons Change (And So Do I) by Tracemaker

sweet and sweeter by venenumm

Sick Heart by aurorabear

Bed Rest by LoveIsGone

yoonkook

tylenol by bellamees

Fever by rosiex

if it hurts (then baby you’re all i need) by umji

yoonseok

wanna fly (and never come down) by cowntdown (not rly sure if this counts cause both hobi and yoongs take care of each other??)

i hope these are enough!

- admin han

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hollyhomburg · 4 years

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Puppy Koo Ask AU

Pairing: Hybrid! Jungkook x Jimin x Reader

Genre: mostly fluffy, occasionally smutty, Hybrid au, Polyamory au

Tags: knotting, mentions of ruts, some d/s elements, punishments, also allusions to trauma, post traumatic stress disorder, sickfic, kinda Puppy space?

Puppy Koo and belly rubs

(nsfw) Koo’s knot toy

Jealous puppy

Disciplining Koo

Puppy koo getting a brain freeze

Puppy koo’s favorite place to get scratches

(angst) the reason why jimin and the reader adopted koo

When you get sick

when you're on your period

Koo loves your and minnie’s cheeks

When Koo gets sick

When Jimin gets sick

Does puppy koo Bark?

What koo would koo do if his owner was ovulating?

koo’s backstory

Puppy koo + the other members (Taegi + puppy Hobi)

tummy rub + knotting

Koo warming up to yoongi

what happened to the reader

Their first time together

jimin riding puppy koo

lazy sex

*THIS IS A PRIMARILY ASK BASED AU* what does that mean for you?

it means if you want more of it, it’s up to you to get more- send me an ask about it (a question you have, a part you love or want me to build on, smutty or not) and I will add to it and make it longer.

ALSO: THESE AU’S ARE KINDA HARD, please like and comment on the asks if you read them! it’s really hard to gauge how many people are actually invested in these aus because people kinda tend to be like “this is an ask- it’s not a fic” and not reblog it as much, but that doesn't mean it doesn't deserve love!

#jungkook x reader #jikook x reader #bts hybrid au #hybrid au #bts poly au #polyamory au #jikook #jimin x reader #park jimin #jeon jungkook #bts polyamory #bts hybrid poly fic #bts fanfic #bts fic

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feverishbangtan · 4 years

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about me

I never did anything like this so lemme do a lil 'about me'!

okay, my pronouns are she/her

this is embarrassing but i'm actually 25 (i feel so old, i don't like telling people my age but i think it's important on social media)

english is not my native language (i think i'm quite good at it but i notice mistakes i make when i write so that makes me doubt myself lol)

i love to travel and try to travel as much as possible! i've been to quite a few places now already lol

i'm bisexual (looking for a girlfriend, pls how do i get a girlfriend?)

okay now some more specific things

i've started stanning bts in january 2018 (wish i had found them earlier but i feel like every army that started stanning them around that time says that lol)

yoonkook are my biases (first it was yoongi only and then jungkook joined him) but i love all seven of them so much

i also stan got7, taemin, txt and sunmi!

i listen to all kinds of groups and artists tho but i don't stan them lol

to get a lil more into the sickfic aspect (which is what this blog is about after all lol)

my favorite sickies are kook (wow, who would've thought?? 🙄) and tae!

my favorite caretakers are yoongi, seokjin and jimin

my favorite kind of sickfics are general sickness type of things (like the flu or something like that) and emeto

i'm not really interested in snz tho and i don't like scat and those type of things

i also like whumpy things tbh

i don’t like the whole (romantic) shipping thing, it makes me a lil uncomfortable but i don't have a problem with it in AUs and despite that i do have ships that i like (my favorites being namkook, yoonkook, sope, taegi and vmin). i don't really mind it in fics either as long as people realize that it's not real... i hope i'm making sense here and y'all understand what i'm trying to say?

aaand here’s a link to my fic masterlist!

uhmmm yeah idk what else to say so that's it? idk i'd say you can drop an ask if you want to know anything else but i'm really not interesting so 🤷‍♀️

#about me #random #get to know me!#idk what else to tag!#edited it and added a lil something

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whats-k-popping · 2 years

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As Long As It Takes

Summary: "I’m just really tired. I’m just gonna go back to sleep. You guys don’t need to sit around and watch me sleep. If you want to help me, please just bring me whatever you think I need and then go have a fun night with our boyfriend."

Pairing: VMinGi - poly relationship

Words: 2638

Warnings: Romantic Relationships between Members || Member Illness || Fever dreams || Poly relationship || Angst || Brief mentions of jealousy and insecurity || Brief mentions of loss

“Taehyungie! We’re heading out!” Jimin calls up the stairs as Yoongi laces up his second boot by the door. It’s couples date night, an ever rotating tradition the thouple had instated. It’s supposed to help them all build stronger relationships with each other so they don’t end up getting too close to one partner. Taehyung first suggested it when Yoongi joined their relationship, wanting an opportunity to spend alone time with his oldest boyfriend. But tonight, it’s Jimin and Yoongi’s turn to enjoy a romantic evening together.

Jimin’s more excited than ever. Yoongi planned the date by himself- absolutely no input from Jimin whatsoever. That never happens. Yoongi always tries to get the other members to schedule things for him if he can. And Yoongi has been hyping up the event all week, leaving hints about the food, the atmosphere, the allusions to dancing. Jimin hasn’t done unchoreographed dancing in a while, always too focused on getting every step perfect to really enjoy it. He hopes there is dancing- messy, unrestrained, chaotic dancing just for the fun of it. But he’s just really looking forward to whatever Yoongi has planned. Of course, he’s always a bit disheartened that Taehyung would spend the night by himself; but these solo dates were his idea. And Taehyung’s an adult. He can entertain himself. He’ll be fine.

Jimin remains standing at the base of the steps waiting for any kind of sign that Taehyung heard him shout. Usually their youngest partner would yell back some form of “okay” or a hummed response. But there’s nothing but absolute silence. Jimin tries not to assume the worst, maybe Taehyung just has earbuds in.

“Come on, Jagiya. We’re going to be late,” Yoongi huffs impatiently by the door. His arms are crossed over his chest and he’s tapping his foot. If he had a watch on his wrist, he’d be looking at it. He knows Jimin shares a really strong bond with Taehyung, and he knows Jimin hates leaving any of them without a proper goodbye. But this is their night.

It’s not insecurity. Yoongi is very secure in their relationship. It’s not jealousy. He knew he would have to share when he was invited by Jimin to join their relationship. And he loves them both so much, knows that love is reciprocated with how physically and emotionally affectionate the two younger ones are. But sometimes he can’t shake the feeling that he’s a third wheel. It can be hard to find how he fits in with how in sync the younger ones are. Yoongi thinks it must be a 95s thing, some cosmic connection he could never understand.

So he looks forward to these date nights, chances to really bask in the love and affection of Jimin and Taehyung without any interruptions. But as he watches Jimin continue to pout at the staircase, he craves that attention. He wants Jimin’s eyes on him. He wants Jimin to prioritize him. Not for forever. Just for tonight.

“He’s not answering, hyung. Usually he answers before we leave.” Jimin doesn’t even seem to register the annoyance Yoongi’s giving off, too focused on the lack of response from Taehyung. “Did you see him at all today?”

Yoongi tries to recall. “Yeah, just for a minute. He left in the morning. Didn’t say where he was going. Then he came back around lunch time. I offered to make him something but he said he wasn’t hungry. I just assumed he went out to lunch with someone.”

“You don’t think he’s mad at us, do you?” Jimin pouts.

Yoongi rolls his eyes, not like Jimin’s looking at him anyway. Of course Jimin’s immediate response is guilt. Of course Jimin immediately assumes that because maybe the youngest member hadn’t answered, it means he’s angry. Yoongi knows now that they’re not going to leave until this imaginary conflict is resolved. “Jimin-ah, why would Tae be mad at us?”

“He could be jealous,” It’s a fear constantly looming in everyone’s head all the time. Making one of their partners jealous is always a concern. Especially with how clingy some members of this relationship could be. “Since you planned the date night for me. You’ve never planned your date night with TaeTae, have you?”

Yoongi bites the inside of his cheek. He knows Taehyung’s not jealous about their date night. He knows because Yoongi consulted with their youngest partner in planning. Taehyung threw out a ton of ideas for out-of-the-box date night ideas and talked them all over with Yoongi. They worked together to come up with an evening that Jimin would really enjoy. He didn’t seem even the slightest bit jealous while he was helping Yoongi out, all big smiles and bright ideas. But Yoongi can’t tell Jimin that Taehyung planned parts of the date. He knows how proud Jimin is of him for planning it. He wants to keep that.

“I’m going to go check on him.” Jimin’s sick of waiting. He treks up the stairs and over to their bedroom.

He knocks lightly three times before opening the door, just in case. When he receives no answer, he creeps inside. The lights are all turned off and the curtains are drawn. There’s a covered lump in the middle of their king size bed - presumably Taehyung. It’s only 5 in the afternoon; Taehyung shouldn’t be sleeping. Jimin tiptoes closer, heart racing as he becomes aware of the soft painful moans slipping through Taehyung’s mouth. Finally at the edge of the bed, Jimin gently shakes the younger’s shoulder. Taehyung whimpers in response.

Jimin’s concern is skyrocketing. He pulls the covers down just enough to see Taehyung’s sweaty hairline. He presses his knuckles to Taehyung’s forehead and is only slightly surprised by the dry heat that tinges his delicate skin. He lets out a low sigh, running his hand through Taehyung’s hair. When Jimin pulls his hand away, Taehyung starts to stir. His eyes shoot open and he scans the room. Jimin can see just how clouded and dazed they were, an obvious result of the fever.

Taehyung makes an attempt to sit up in his bed; and though it takes longer than it should have, he manages. “I thought you and Yoongi were going out.” He forces out, voice still hoarse from sleep.

“We were just on our way out. I called up to let you know we were leaving but you didn’t answer me. So I came to check on you.” Jimin tries to keep the scolding concerned-hyung voice to a minimum. He’s upset that Taehyung hadn’t mentioned to either of them that he was sick. “How long have you had this fever?” Taehyung rubs at his tired eyes. He’s really concentrating on his answer, “Since this morning, I guess. But it’s fine. I went to the clinic. They said it’s just a small flu and I’ll be good as new in a few days. I already took some medicine when I got back.” He states like that makes up for the fact that he hasn’t told anyone.

Jimin mentally curses himself out. He’s trying to figure out why he hadn’t noticed Taehyung’s absence until now. Why hadn’t anyone noticed how un-Taehyung like it is for him not to be hovering around his partners. “My poor TaeTae doesn’t feel well. I’ll be right back, jagiya. I’m gonna let Yoongi know we aren’t going. Then I’ll be back with something for you to eat.” He’s already standing off the bed when Taehyung grabs his wrist.

“No,” Taehyung argues weakly. “You don’t have to take care of me. Go on your date night with hyung. I’m fine.”

“Taehyung, We are not leaving you sick and alone.” Jimin counters like it’s obvious.

“And I’m not going to be the reason you don’t get to enjoy date night that hyung worked so hard to plan. Okay? I’m just really tired. I’m just gonna go back to sleep. You guys don’t need to sit around and watch me sleep. If you want to help me, please just bring me whatever you think I need and then go have a fun night with our boyfriend.” His voice is distant and disoriented, but he’s making a good effort getting his frustration across. He knows how excited Jimin’s been for tonight.

Jimin hesitates. But he knows that Taehyung likely won’t budge on the issue. He can be so stubborn sometimes. So he compromises. “Okay, here’s the deal. Hyung and I go, but we won’t stay out too late. And you have to eat something before we leave.”

Taehyung pouts, but eventually accepts the conditions. It’s better than them missing out on everything he supposes.

Jimin went right to work. He rushes down the stairs where he’s met with a glaring Yoongi still waiting by the door. Before Yoongi can complain about their tardiness again, Jimin interjects. “Taehyung has a fever.”

Yoongi has never kicked his shoes off so fast before, rushing to get by Jimin’s side as he heads to the kitchen. “He’s sick?” The realization hits him like a truck. He was being impatient about spending alone time with Jimin while Taehyung was up in their room suffering by himself. He feels like such an ass.

Jimin nods, “He said he went to the clinic this morning and they said he’ll be fine in a few days. Just a small seasonal flu.” Jimin starts preparing some soup on the stove. It’s not instant, but pretty damn close. “Let me just get some food into him, then we can leave.”

The comment stops Yoongi in his tracks. “You still want to go out? Even though Taehyung’s sick?” He had assumed that date night was already canceled, and figured Jimin would refuse to leave the house until Taehyung’s fever breaks. And to be honest, he feels the same way. He can’t exactly go out and have a good time with Jimin if he’s constantly picturing Taehyung shivering alone in the sheets. Taehyung can be whiny and needy on a good day, it amplifies tenfold when he’s not feeling well.

“I told him we would stay, but he’s insisting we go. He said he’ll feel bad. He knows how hard you worked to plan things for us. He doesn’t want it to go to waste.” There’s only sympathy in Jimin’s voice as he adds a little more water to the pot. “So we compromised. I told him we would go out, but he has to eat something first. And I told him we’d be back early. I hope that’s okay?”

Yoongi steps behind Jimin, wrapping his arms around the younger man’s waist and kissing his neck. “Jimin-ie, I’m okay with whatever you want to do.”

Jimin stirs the pot, “Taehyung wants us to go out. So we’ll go out once he’s taken care of.” Yoongi can tell it’s not what Jimin wants. It’s like Jimin’s running on autopilot. He’s only agreeing to what he thinks will make Taehyung happy. If Jimin has any faults, which Yoongi insists he doesn’t, it’s that he’s always putting the wants and needs of others before himself. Admirable, but not sustainable. Yoongi knows while they are out, Taehyung will keep coming up in the conversation. Jimin will be trying to call him, checking in on him, worrying about him. That’s not the kind of date Yoongi wants to have with Jimin.

“Okay, love. That’s fine.” Yoongi watches as Jimin continues stirring the pot, waiting for the soup to start bubbling. He detangles himself from Jimin and moves in pursuit of medicine. Jimin is an excellent caretaker. He’s overflowing with warmth and affection. He gives amazing massages. He’s the king of cuddles. He can whip up exceptional comfort food in a matter of minutes. But Yoongi errs on the side of practicality. Yoongi knows they’ll need the thermometer and he knows where they keep it. He knows where to find the fever reducers that work best for Taehyung, knows exactly how many pills Taehyung needs to take and how long before they wear off. They balance each other out so well. While Jimin finishes up with the soup, Yoongi’s off on his own mission to help Taehyung.

They meet again in front of the bedroom door. Jimin’s got a tray with the soup and a glass of juice. Yoongi’s got an armful of pill bottles and their digital temporal scan thermometer at the ready. As they step back into the room, they notice that Taehyung has drifted back to sleep in waiting.

This time, though, Jimin can tell that the sleep is much more uneasy. Taehyung has trails of tears falling from the corners of his eyes and he’s mumbling about something. When Jimin steps in closer, he can hear that he’s crying for his grandmother. He must be having a very vivid fever dream, he must be thinking back to when he lived with her. “Oh, TaeTae.” Jimin coos as he sets the tray down and runs over to console the sick man.

Yoongi follows immediately after, setting down the pill bottles but keeping the thermometer. They position themselves on either side of Taehyung

There’s a slick layer of sweat on Taehyung’s brow that wasn’t there last time Jimin checked. Jimin assumes that his fever suddenly spiked. A quick beep from the thermometer and Yoongi confirms he’s boiling over 39 degrees. Jimin wonders if his sudden spike was a result of their little argument. He hopes it’s just circumstantial, but he can’t shake that feeling that it’s somehow all his fault. Jimin crawls into the bed and wraps himself around Taehyung, restraining his flailing motions and trying to soothe him. After a decent amount of consoling, Taehyung wakes even more dazed than before.

“Halmeoni,” He calls out aimlessly, desperate for an answer he’ll never receive. “Halmeoni. I need you.”

Jimin hushes him, “It’s okay, TaeTae. Jiminie’s here. I’ve got you. You’re safe. You’re okay, jagiya.” Yoongi joins in with more comforting mantras, “Taehyung-ah, hyung is here. You’ll be okay. Please don’t cry, baby. Everything will be fine.” Jimin’s got his delicate fingers drawing patterns along Taehyung’s skin, petting all his favorite spots. Yoongi slips into a thick Daegu satoori hoping familiar sounds of home will ground him.

But no matter how much they try to comfort him, Taehyung still calls for his grandmother. He’s desperate for her, nothing else will satisfy. He wants her to read him his favorite books. He wants to eat her famous feel-better jook. He wants to be smothered by her get-well kisses. She gives the best kisses. He doesn’t feel good and only she can make him better. That’s what grandmother’s do.

Eventually, Taehyung’s screams die down and he finally acknowledges Jimin and Yoongi’s presence. His mind is clouded, reality a bit distorted. But there’s a part of him that knows. Maybe just an ounce of him understands, but it’s enough. If Jimin and Yoongi are sitting with him, it means his grandmother’s not around anymore. Memories of her flood his mind. Memories of good times. Memories of bad times. Then memories of her passing.

“Yoongi-hyung. Jimin-hyung, I don’t feel good.” Taehyung pouts fresh tears spilling over the brims of his eyes. “I miss my halmeoni,” he weeps, his whole body shaking with the force of his sobs.

Jimin’s heart shatters. Yoongi just grabs Taehyung, squeezing him as tight as he can without hurting him. Neither one has any idea what to say, what to do. It’s taking all their efforts not to cry. Watching Taehyung’s grief-ridden sobbing is agonizing. Rather than respond, they just latch onto him, encouraging him to fall back to sleep. The medicine will wait. The soup will wait. They just need to ride out this spike.

Yoongi and Jimin share a brief look of mutual understanding. They’re going to stay with Taehyung, as long as it takes.

A/N: As always, thanks for reading to end! Feedback is always appreciated. And please, as usual, let me know if I missed any tags or TWs. Please always call me out for any errors or mistakes.

#bts #bts sickfic #bts illness #sick!Taehyung #caregiver!Jimin #caregiver!Yoongi #caregiver!yoonmin #taegi #vmin #yoonmin #vmingi #poly bts au #bts canonverse #tw sickfic #tw fever #tw fever dreams #tw mentions of death #aki sickfic #aki writes

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