#tw food poisoning

[cattimeswithjellie]

Buttercup Cookies

So besties, what are our thoughts about the texture of a cookie made of raw chicken? (I'm not even going to speculate on the taste, because I'm sure it is godawful.)

Are we thinking like dried raw chicken jerky cut into buttercup shapes? Or are we thinking more cake pop style, with yellow fondant petals and yellow candy coating surrounding a ball of raw chicken and frosting?

Or perhaps they are like elven kisses and have an actual cookie base, but where the chorus fruit kiss would be, there is instead a glistening chunk of raw chicken meat?

Has Scar gone completely low-effort and merely converted one of his factory's machines to flatten chicken breasts and stamp out flower shapes, so that each "buttercup cookie" is merely a floppy and vaguely flower-shaped meat disc?

(At this point I spent several minutes searching Google for images that might fit the theme here, but after "raw chicken cookies" brought up no results and "chicken tartare" and "chicken sashimi" pictures made me want to throw up in my mouth a little, I have elected not to share any of them with you. You're welcome.)

Honestly, the biggest clue we get to the nature of the buttercup chicken cookie is the fact that Mumbo can't stop eating them, even though they are poisoning him. Even Grian noshes on more than one despite their poisonous payload. It has to be something that tastes worth eating, or at least that is moderately rewarding. I'm going to go with the headcanon that Buttercup Cookies are small, thin discs of dried uncooked chicken jerky, covered with some kind of sweet curry seasoning to give them a cookie sweetness and the bright yellow color. Still pretty gross, but the sort of thing you might pop in your mouth without thinking about it?

I dunno, any cookie chefs out there want to weigh in? Please feel free, I'll just be over here eating, I dunno, a salad or something. Yeesh.

#hermitcraft #goodtimeswithscar #grian #mumbo jumbo #the buttercups #tunnel bore war #tw gross food #tw food poisoning

[promptful]

Heyo! I was wondering if you could do some cooking/baking prompts? I'd like a few in each category you have (action, scenario, dialogue) but if you can't/don't wanna do all, that's totally fine <3

Baking/Cooking Prompts

I was so inspired by this. I'm so sorry. And I'm on a roll lol.

WARNINGS: Mention of vomit/emetophobia. Diet. Disease mention. Food poisoning.

ACTIONS

FLOUR; One character throws flour at the other. 

TREAT; Baking for the sake of gifting. 

RECIPE; Struggling to follow a recipe. 

ASSISTANCE; One helping the other in the kitchen. 

APOLOGY; A character giving another one an apology treat. 

WORK; Two characters opening up a bakery. 

ORDER; One ordering a treat for the other. 

POISON; One character apologizing profusely for food poisoning the other. 

HELP; Cake baking and two characters trying to get along. 

EAT; A character swiping some of the ingredients. 

SMEAR; Smearing cake on the other’s face. 

KISS; Kissing the icing off the other’s cheek. 

CLEAN; Cleaning the kitchen after a cooking disaster. 

SURPRISE; Surprising the other with a cake on their birthday. 

FEED; One character shoving cake in the other’s mouth. 

WEDDING; Cutting the wedding cake. 

FIGHT; A food fight started by a slight disagreement leading to hours of work. 

SLIP; One character being caught by the other by slipping on stray butter. 

NOTE; Gifting chocolate with a love note. 

REVENGE; One character placing peppers in the other’s food after they keep stealing their lunch. 

SCENARIOS

1) After months of hard work, we finally opened up our bakery, aren’t you happy?

2) You come in for an order at my bakery, and I notice how good you look.

3) No, eating the ingredients is not baking. Stop! 

4) How can you look so attractive with flour in your hair? 

5) You baked me a cake for my birthday? Me? 

6) Don’t. Touch. My. Cake. Or I’ll make sure it’s in your face. Dammit. 

7) Sometimes, I think you just married me for my baking skills because that’s all you seem to want these days. Especially when you’re sick. Yes I’ll make you those cookies. 

8) You’re on a diet and I’m getting tired of fending you away from my cookies. Get. Out! 

9) IT SAID A CUP. A CUP. Are you trying to sabotage us? 

10) We’re competitive bakers, and I never realized how well we’d work together until we nearly made the same cake. 

11) You’re on my baking team, and we keep brushing our hands together. It’s as intoxicating as the sugar on this baking tray. 

12) You have a bit of icing on your lip, and I take it upon me to wipe it off. We’re really close now. 

13) You’re my favorite customer in the bakery, and I refuse to close even on the bad days, because your smile brightens my day. 

14) SPLATTERING OIL. SPLATTERING OIL. Please, be my meatshield? 

15) Am I baking, or am I educating toddlers on measurements? My God. You point to ⅓ cup and say a tablespoon and… nevermind. 

16) I may be running on four hours of sleep, a caffeine drink that made my hands shake, and sheer willpower, but I am determined to get you this cake. 

17) I’m going to make your favorite food for breakfast on your birthday. Even if you want to pretend that your day doesn’t exist. Not happening. 

18) Just, cut up the carrots without cutting up yourself. It’s not hard. Please. Okay, and you failed. Great. 

19) I fear the pan. You don’t fear the pan. You’re the cook. End of discussion. 

20) It’s only when I’m bent over the toilet that I realize I have food poisoning. Great. Thankfully, you’re here to make sure I’m hydrated and taken care of. 

DIALOGUE

21) “You poisoned me!” “I did not!” “You did!” 

22) “Am I sick? Am I dying? I think I see the light.” “You have food poisoning. Not a disease.” 

23) “I am NOT your meatshield.” “OIL.” 

24) “It’s not my birthday.” “It is your birthday, and I’m making you a cake.” 

25) “Did you hurt yourself?” 

26) “Hey, welcome back! What can I get for you?” 

27) “I am determined to not break my visiting streak, dammit. Let me in.” 

28) “One cookie?” “No.” 

29) “Are we cooking or are we crying?” “Both.” 

30) “How much did you put in this?” 

31) “You have flour in your hair.” “Do I look sexy?” “Only to a baker.” 

32) “I have cake in my eyes.” “Yeah, and I have cake down my shirt!” “Then just take off your shirt.”

33) “Do you even know how to use a knife?” 

34) “Are you going to order something?” “Uuh… you?” “Not on the menu, try again in a few weeks.” 

35) “Is it illegal to be married to cake?” “Well, no. But then you wouldn’t be married to me, and I make the cake.” 

36) “It’s three o’clock in the morning. What are you—” “Eeeugh, cupcakes.” 

37) “Nice cake!” “...” “NOT LIKE THAT!” 

38) “Hey, no touchy!” 

39) “Stop eating the mixture! Do you want salmonella?” 

40) “You taste sweet. Like sugar.” “Must be part of being a baker.” “Or just your personality.” “Hah.” 

41) “Sweetcheeks?” “No.” 

42) “We make a good team.” 

43) “I’m gonna—mmhm, this is good—tell all my friends. Marry a baker. It’ll turn out good in the end.” “Let me know if you’re still saying that when you don’t fit into your jeans.” 

44) “If I eat another piece of sugar, I am going to vomit.” “Away from the cake, please. I worked hard on that.” 

45) “Meh, these cakes aren’t as good as the ones you make.” 

46) “You made it just how Mom/Dad does.” 

47) “CAKE?” “Yes.” “WHOOOO!” 

48) “Why is there cake?” “It’s your birthday.” “...It is?” 

49) “Sugar crash incoming.” 

50) “I made you this to apologize. I hope it’s all right.” 

#otp prompts #prompt list #story prompt #writing prompts #creative writing #dialogue prompt #dialogue prompts #fanfiction prompts #rp starters #writeblr #cooking prompt #tw diet #tw emetophobia #tw vomit #tw disease #tw sickness #tw food poisoning #prompt #p.

[hecateisalesbian]

TMI ahead:

Guys I legit have food poisoning and I feel so bad for my roommate like I’m in the bathroom crapping my guts out and she’s in the bedroom (and this hotel has paper thin walls) and like I’m just nuking the toilet 😭 I hope to dear god she can’t hear me

#Ahhhhghggggg #Tw food poisoning

[dashing-through-ecto]

If I die of food poisoning, then I blame poor life choices.

#me when I think #my thoughts #text #should i eat the three days old rice or no #I'll eat it #tw food #tw food poisoning

[fire-pokemon-appreciator]

i was eating a fried pastry and i only n oticed haçlfway through it that the egg insude was spoiled

#ask to tw #pokemon irl #irl pokemon #rotomblr #pokeblogging #irl pkmn #rotumblr #pkmn irl #pokemon rp #pkmn rp #tw food poisoning

[faiirytalcs]

tootie - what is your biggest secret?

"The biggest one...okay, a couple years ago when the lead in the show got sick and had to drop out, I might have been the one to suggest where we ordered dinner from. But in my defense, I didn't realize they had a history of food poisoning so it's not really my fault."

honesty hour ( week )

#𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗 ;; honesty hour #𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑 ;; dorotea hernandez #tw food poisoning #;; is this really her biggest secret?? who's to say

[whats-k-popping]

A Recipe for Disaster

Summary: He felt totally fine before Namjoon came over. And the only thing he ate while Namjoon was there was the food he prepared. He knows it's not from eating too much. He's eaten more in single meals than he ate all day today. So there must have been something wrong with it. 

Pairing: Namkook - Platonic but open interpretation

Words: 3603

Warnings: Emeto || Graphic Descriptions of Vom!ting || Food Poisoning || Fever || Public Vom!ting || Character Guilt

Inspiration: "Would it be possible for you to write a story where JK gets sick because of Namjoon’s cooking and then Namjoon feels bad about it and takes care of him." - Received this request in my messages from a lovely user who requested to remain anonymous. <3 You are a beautiful soul and I hope you enjoy the fic! Also inspired by Jungkook's birthday because that is today! Happy Jungkook Day!

See Also: @sicjimin recently posted a very similar fic to the same request. It can be found here. I always enjoy her work and it's such a pleasure to read! Please make sure to check out her take on the prompt as well! <3

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Jungkook wouldn't say it's been a bad birthday. Not by a long shot. He only had a brief solo schedule in the morning and has been enjoying the rest of the day to himself. He spent most of the day at home, enjoying his free time. 

He would have gone to visit his family, but he knows he has an early schedule the next day. Which doesn't leave him a lot of time to travel all the way down to Busan, spend time with his family, and travel back to Seoul by morning. So he's made arrangements to celebrate with them over the weekend. Thankfully, he has a full three consecutive days off. That never happens. 

Throughout the day, several members stop by before, between, or after their various schedules. They all came bearing gifts and sweet sentiments for his birthday. Spending time with their precious maknae and cursing at him for getting older. Reminiscing of when he was only 15, wide eyed and painfully shy. Jungkook jokes with them, they say the same things every year. 

It's almost 8 PM and the only member who hasn't stopped by is Namjoon. He figures the BTS leader has been working non-stop. He keeps saying he'll be next to debut. They all let him think so. At least Namjoon had the courtesy to text him early in the day. 

Jungkook's casually browsing his DVD collection when there's a knock at the door. A quick peek reveals it's Namjoon. Jungkook really didn't think he'd come so late at night. But he's not upset at all. He quickly opens the door and lets the leader in. He eyes Namjoon's hand in curiosity as he walks in and kicks off his shoes. 

"Happy Birthday, Jungkook-ah," Namjoon greets and holds out a container for Jungkook to take. "25 looks good on you." 

"I look the same as I did yesterday, hyung." Jungkook accepts the container graciously. He holds it close to his chest while they walk to the kitchen. The contents are still warm. Namjoon fills the short walk with apologies and excuses. He claims he didn't have time to shop for a gift and didn't have any time earlier in the day to pay him a visit. To be fair, Jungkook does live a good distance away from the company building. That was kind of the idea.

"It's homemade beef gukbap." Namjoon smiles shyly when Jungkook opens the container. He quickly reads the skeptical expression on Jungkook's face. Namjoon's cooking has been less than edible in the past. "I've actually been taking cooking lessons in my spare time. Since we're living alone now, I don't want to eat take out all the time. So I've been cooking a lot more." The leader explains, hoping to ease Jungkook's concern. 

"And you haven't made yourself sick?" Jungkook asks, no humor to his tone. 

"Okay, maybe like twice." Namjoon's honesty is always admirable. Jungkook laughs. "But most of the time, I get it right. I've made this before and it was really good." 

Jungkook pulls out a clean pair of chopsticks and digs in, "Okay. I'll trust you, hyung." He picks up a large chunk of beef, "Thank you for the meal." 

It's actually not bad. The maknae quickly goes back for more. And soon the container is empty, even slurping up every last drop of broth. Namjoon smiled proudly when Jungkook finished it off. "I never thought I'd say this, but you can cook for me anytime, hyung." Jungkook smiles. 

"I'm glad you liked it. I know it's one of your favorite dishes." Every dish is Jungkook's favorite dish. 

"Do you wanna maybe stay a bit, and hang out? I was about to watch a movie before you showed up." Jungkook asks, walking back to the living room. 

"I don't wanna stay too late. We do have a taping tomorrow. Maybe just one movie." He follows.

"Spiderman?" There's a small pout on Jungkook's lips. Namjoon rolls his eyes, they've watched all the Spiderman movies probably 100 times. But it's Jungkook's birthday, so Namjoon gives in without any argument. 

After one movie (Jungkook tries to rally the leader for a second, but Namjoon puts his foot down), Namjoon leaves for the night. Jungkook starts his evening routine with a wide smile. He couldn't have asked for a better birthday. Sleep and sweet dreams find him easily when he lays down. 

Unfortunately, he wakes up only a few hours later to an aggressive rumbling in his stomach. He tries to ignore it, turning over and squeezing his eyes shut. He can still sleep for three more hours. He wants to sleep for three more hours. 

But the rumbling turns to churning and the churning turns to a burning nausea that demands his attention. Any hope of sleep is gone. He sprints from his bed to his bathroom and curls himself around the toilet basin as thick waves of vomit shoot out of him. It's relentless. No matter how much he throws up, there's always somehow more. He doesn't even want to lean away from the toilet because each heave comes without warning. 

He's confused. He didn't even eat that much today. He had a coffee with Jimin in the morning. And Hoseok brought him a cake, he ate a few bites of that. Got some take-out with Yoongi. And then Namjoon's gukbap. 

Namjoon. He felt totally fine before Namjoon came over. And the only thing he ate while Namjoon was there was the food he prepared. He knows it's not from eating too much. He's eaten more in single meals than he ate all day today. So there must have been something wrong with it. 

Jungkook hates to come to that conclusion. Because he knows Namjoon was proud of his cooking. He was proud to share it with Jungkook. And the maknae had even praised it in the moment. He knows how hard Namjoon worked just for him. But it's the only thing that makes sense. 

The early prickling chill of fever seals the deal. It's food poisoning. Succumbing to the self-made diagnosis, he groans miserably as another wave of vomit pours out of him. He spits over and over to try to get the taste out of his mouth. He can't even bring himself to get tap water, the sink feels so far away. 

Once this round ends, he drops his head onto the toilet seat trying to remember the last time he cleaned the bathroom. He doesn't care, won't pick his head up either way. But any thought to distract him from the endless nausea and painful cramps inside of him. 

It continues in waves for the rest of the night. Jungkook can't even close his eyes without heaving. He doesn't know how long it's been until he hears his cell phone alarm start to blast from beside his bed. It's 6:30. He needs to start getting ready for his schedule.

The only thing he has for the day is a Run BTS taping. But who knows how long that could take. They never brief them on the episode until the day of. It's both a blessing and a curse. It means that all their reactions are 100% genuine when they are told the games. But also does not help them know how to prepare. 

He prays it will be something easy, like board games or computer games. Something that doesn't require a lot of movement or motion. He's not sure how he'll manage to get through the taping, but he knows he won't last if it's something physical. He can barely hold his head up. 

Despite throwing up for hours, he still feels the lingering urge to vomit at any second. He feels uncomfortably unwell. But he's a professional. He can’t just call in sick. So he forces himself to get ready. He gets his ass to the agreed upon location and he's ready to get it over with. On the drive over, he prays that it'll be an easy episode

He's the last member to get on set. And he's technically late. But it's really not his fault. He had to pause his morning routine 4 times to be sick. That's also four extra trips to the sink to brush his teeth. The members are a little disappointed when he stumbles his way to the briefing, but they don't say anything about it. 

Jungkook's heart sinks when the director explains the concept. It's a team cooking competition. Cooking foreign recipes. Using foreign ingredients. He really doesn't think he can handle being around food today, especially foreign foods. But he's going to try his best. 

He receives several concerned comments from the stylists and he just jokingly flirts it off. He lies, telling them he's just a bit hungover from a night of partying for his birthday. Several of the younger stylists giggle at that. He believes he's getting away with it and asks them for their patience in making him look presentable. More giggling follows. The team of stylists blush and assure him that he will look perfect for the recording. 

When one of the stylists is working on his hair, she stops midway through separating his part. "Jungkook-ssi. I think you have a fever. Should I call for a medical staff?" She whispers to him, not wanting to draw any attention.

He looks back at her with pleading eyes, "Please don't tell anyone, noona. I'm okay." 

She thinks about it for a minute, putting her hand back on his forehead to feel for a more accurate reading. After a minute, she nods and agrees to keep his secret. He doesn't seem too delirious or anything. So he'll probably be fine to record. She finishes fixing his hair. 

After all of the stylists are done with him, he makes his way to the set with the rest of the members. He makes a slight detour to run off to the bathroom when he feels a familiar warm feeling creeping up his throat. It's hard trying to control his vomit while simultaneously trying not to ruin his face, but he manages. He has to empty all the reserve strength he has left to bend at the waist over the toilet seat so his mouth is directly over the basin. His hands grip tightly to the rails along the stall to keep him standing for the whole ordeal. When he opens his mouth in conjunction with a deep gag, the thick sick pours directly into the bowl. He manages to keep any from dribbling down his chin. After four productive heaves, he jerks with two more dry ones before snapping himself back into character. 

Once he finishes, he slowly sucks on some mints he's keeping in his pockets to mask the smell. He doesn't have time to go through the whole ordeal of brushing his teeth again. Everyone is waiting for him on set. He hurries to join them. 

The rest of the members are visibly unimpressed with him for being late and running off unannounced, so he doesn't say anything. He just joins them on set again and avoids their side glares. He pretends he doesn't hear Jimin's sarcastic "nice of you to finally join us." But it stings like acid. He wishes he could just tell them he’s not well. But that the unprofessional thing to do. 

He keeps a hand on his stomach, rubbing casually, while the director explains how they are going to assign teams. It's a determining game of Kai Bai Bo that lands him on a team with Namjoon, who also stuck out a scissors gesture. Yoongi, Taehyung and Jin all revealed paper. And Hoseok and Jimin chose rock. 

With teams decided, it was time to choose an international dish. Three covered metal trays appear before them, each one hiding a different meal to prepare. The paper team has hyung privilege and are allowed to choose first. Taehyung does the honors and grabs the tray in the center. Namjoon chooses the tray to the left for their team, which leaves Hoseok and Jimin with the right tray. 

When the covers are lifted, Jungkook's face visibly falls. Shutki Maach, a spicy traditional Bengali dish. He loves spicy food any other day. But today, he was hoping for something a little more bland. South Asian cuisine is known for its ample use of strong flavors and varied spices. Even standing so far away from the dish, he can smell the spicy aroma overpowering any scent the other dishes might give off. 

Speaking of, he looks over to the other trays and immediate feelings of envy fill his chest. In the middle tray, there's a dish of lasagna and some roasted vegetables. And on the right is an Irish stew. Not only do they look easier to prepare, but they also have much less powerful aromas, and probably much less potent flavors. He thinks about asking the director to switch teams. 

But they’re still taping. Namjoon brings the finished dish to their station so they can look at it more closely. Jungkook has to step back, swallowing down the urge to gag. He gulps hard trying to keep his stomach at bay. He’s biting on his tongue to try and keep his expression neutral for the cameras. While they're watching the instructional video on how to prepare the dish, Jungkook feels a greater nausea turn in his stomach. Spicy peppers, garlic, onions, turmeric, chili powder. There's not a single mild ingredient. 

Namjoon offers to prepare the Shutki and suggests Jungkook chop the vegetables. The maknae agrees. He rewatches the video and picks out all the ingredients he'll need. Before he starts chopping, he takes a deep breath hoping that will help him keep his stomach in check. But when Namjoon opens the bag of dried Shutki, he audibly gags. The smell is so potent, it doesn't take long for it to overwhelm their small work station. Jungkook only now realizes that shutki is a dried fish dish. 

“Kook-ah, you’ve gotta smell this.” Namjoon brings the bag with him as he approaches the focused maknae. He practically shoves Jungkook’s nose into it. Jungkook’s known for his stomach of steel. Namjoon doesn’t think he’d be so affected by the smell. But Jungkook crouches down behind the kitchen counter and gags. 

They aren’t the same kind of humorous and entertaining joking gags that Namjoon had, they are loud and deep and eventually going to be productive. Each deep breath Jungkook tries to take just fills his lungs with the aromas of the garlic, onions and peppers he had been chopping. And he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to erase the smell of the Shutki from his nose. 

After gagging for what feels like hours, Jungkook heaves a mouthful of sick onto the floor. It's followed by more deep heaves, wave after wave of stomach contents spilling onto the set. It's still chunky and Jungkook lets tears fall. There's no way he still has food in his stomach, he has been vomiting for hours.  Where are the chunks coming from?  

Namjoon hears the splash onto the linoleum flooring and yells for the director to stop shooting immediately. He kneels down beside the still vomiting maknae. Namjoon immediately blames himself for making Jungkook smell the Shutki. He starts apologizing. 

When Jungkook finally stops gagging long enough for a decent breath, he leans against Namjoon. Namjoon holds him, starting to think this episode was more than just a reaction to the Shutki smell. Jungkook realizes now there's a small audience around his workstation, looking down at him with sympathetic eyes. He hates that. They weren't all so sympathetic when he was struggling out the gate. "'T's not your fault." His voice is grating and slurred. "I was sick overnight. The smells just triggered it again." 

"But we were…and you didn't…how?" Namjoon stutters pointlessly for a few more seconds, unable to form a coherent sentence. But Jungkook watches as the leader's whole expression falls, "Was it the food I made for you?" 

Jungkook doesn't have the heart, or energy, to answer. But the silence speaks volumes. No answer gives the answer. 

Namjoon pulls Jungkook into his arms, hugging him with just the right amount of pressure. "I'm so sorry, Jungkook-ah. I didn't mean to make you so sick!" Namjoon apologizes, "I didn't taste any before serving it to you. I should have just picked up some take out." Namjoon rambles on and on with remorseful apologies. 

"You didn't know, Joon." Jungkook burps. "It was the thought that counts, right. I'm still so happy you cooked for me." It hurts to be sick, but it hurts Jungkook more to watch Namjoon beat himself up about it. "Once it's out of my system, I'll be good as new." 

The director interrupts their moment to ask for an update. He asks if Jungkook will be able to resume the taping. It's a unanimous no from all the members. Some are even offended the director had the nerve to ask. They leave the reschedule up to management and all head their separate ways, eager to get a head start on other schedules. 

Everyone parts, with the exception of Namjoon and Jungkook. Namjoon still feels responsible for Jungkook's condition. And he wants to take responsibility by making sure the maknae is going to be okay. 

When Jungkook is finally able to move his own two feet, Namjoon escorts them to a company car. He wishes he could just drive Jungkook's car, but alas, still no license. He orders the driver to take them both to Jungkook's home. Jungkook dozes off before the car leaves the parking lot. 

He wakes up in his bed, which initially startles him. He doesn’t remember getting home. He does, however, remember getting sick on the set. He remembers the odor of fish. And he remembers Namjoon. Just as Jungkook pieces together the events of the unsuccessful taping, Namjoon enters the room with a tray. “Good, you’re awake.” Namjoon greets, setting the tray aside momentarily. 

“How long was I asleep?” Jungkook slurs. He tries to shimmy out of the covers, but Namjoon tucked him in so tight and he’s got barely any energy. 

“About two hours,” Namjoon puts a hand on his forehead. The leader’s hand is cool against his too warm forehead. Jungkook loves it. “You were out cold the whole drive back. I couldn’t wake you if I tried. So I figured your body needed the sleep.” The leader explains as he pulls his hand away. Jungkook misses it already, “Still a bit feverish. I want to give you some medicine, but it might upset your stomach.” 

Jungkook pouts at the mention of medicine. He doesn’t like to take it, especially if his stomach is already upset. “No medicine.” 

“I know. Not until you eat something first.” Namjoon goes back to the tray, bringing over a bowl of jook. Jungkook eyes it skeptically. “It’s from the convenience store! I swear I didn’t cook it.” 

Jungkook can hear the sarcastic humor in Namjoon’s voice, but can’t shake the very real possibility that guilt is eating Namjoon alive. He knows Namjoon’s nursing him out of guilt, and he doesn’t want to be an ungrateful patient. So he accepts the bowl and takes a few spoonfuls. He only manages a quarter of the bowl before his stomach warns him to stop. As soon as he sets the bowl aside, Namjoon puts a small cup of liquid medicine in his hand. “This might help settle your stomach. I found it in your medicine cabinet.” Jungkook doesn’t remember ever buying it. 

“It’s not expired, is it? I don’t know how I’ve had it.” Namjoon’s eyes widen and he runs out of the room. He returns seconds later with the blue bottle in hand and nearly out of breath. 

“It’s still good. Hasn’t expired yet.” Namjoon replies and Jungkook gulps down the medicine, just wanting to get it over with. The liquid leaves a bitter taste in his mouth and his stomach gurgles in immediate complaint. His face is pinched in dissatisfaction while he rubs a hand over his middle. 

Namjoon notices Jungkook’s discomfort. He leaves the room again, much slower this time, and returns with a heating pad. Jungkook wonders how Namjoon knows the layout of his house so well, but he’s not about to question it. Maybe everyone keeps their heating pads under the bathroom sink? 

“This might help,” Namjoon’s voice is so soft and gentle as he plugs in the heating pad, making sure it reaches Jungkook’s stomach, with enough give so he can turn on his side. “Your stomach must be hurting. I’m so sorry that you got sick because of me.” Namjoon apologizes again, even though Jungkook has already forgiven him. He was never really mad in the first place. In addition to the heating pad, Namjoon starts to rub his stomach as well. It’s a comfortingly human gentle presence on his skin. He hopes Namjoon won’t stop. 

Jungkook asks to watch a movie with Namjoon while he tries to fall asleep. “Iron Man?” 

“1, 2 or 3?” Namjoon asks, though he already suspects the answer. 

“All of them?” His big doe eyes looking up at the leader. Namjoon’s silent for a remarkably long time before Jungkook pouts and speaks again. “Isn’t it your fault that I’m sick? Remember? The least you could do is watch some movies with me.” 

Namjoon huffs, giving the most obvious eye roll, “You’re so lucky you’re cute.” He replies as he snuggles into the bed beside Jungkook. The maknae is already pulling up a streaming app.

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

#bts #bts sickfic #bts food poisoning #sick!Jungkook #caretaker!Namjoon #bts canonverse #bts emeto #bts fever #tw food poisoning #tw emeto #tw fever #public vomiting #aki sickfic #aki writes #aki requests #happyjkday

[purrassicjet]

Apparently there was something in the food at church because me and deadass 20 other people have food poisoning. We didn't even have anything weird

#tw sickness #tw food poisoning #I really should be so hungry right now #But I'm really not #I've had like 1.5 liters of apple juice and one and a half pieces of bread all day #jet rambles

[geenalovesthelittlethings]

The ask where they’re sick with food poisoning on their honeymoon! Imagine one of them starts feeling it first (I feel like it would be harry lol) and he’s admitting to her that his stomach doesn’t feel good and she’s cuddling him. And as she’s playing with his hair and he’s all splayed out on her chest she starts to realize she doesn’t feel the best either. And by the time things start to get tough and messy she can’t hide it anymore and then he’s sweet with her too. This is literally so cute. 

PLEASE 🥺 I'm just picturing it slowly going downhill throughout the night. At first, Harry thinks it's just him so he's thinking like, 'I'm fine, I don't want to ruin the night' so he's trying to tough it out and sneak off inconspicuously and hoping she doesn't catch on. And on the other hand, the missus thinks maybe it's just her that's feeling sick so she's trying to tough it out and be coy about it too and eventually they can't hide it from each other anymore. Both of them admitting to each other at some point that they didn't say anything right away because they thought it was just them and they didn't want to ruin the night.

#asks #hlwily ponderings #hpaboutmisterandmissus #hpbeforekids #tw food poisoning

[biboybuckley]

me crying. (tw throwing up)

i’ve been throwing up for the last three and a half hours. there is NOTHING LEFT MF. STOP TRYING TO THROW UP. NOTHING IS GONNA COME UP. LET ME DRINK WATER.

#dry heaving is my most mortal enemy i want it gone or i wanna be gone #tw food poisoning #tw throwing up

[life-on-the-spectrum]

When I was a kid I got a case of the 24-hour flu like clockwork evey Christmas. Like, it’d hit around midnight, and I’d be barfing and sipping generic Sprite until December 26. It went around the family every holiday, we’d all get sick at the same time. 

Looking back, I’m sure that everyone who brought dishes to my family’s Christmas Eve potluck cooked their food very safely and in a clean environment. 

#tw illness mention #tw food poisoning #tw christmas #christmas

[saphflare]

C!magic 💔👻👽 and then maybe?? 🦾 (only if you have any ideas)

I will admit, I don’t think I have a great grasp on many characters other than c!Owen.  But I will try my best ✨️

C!Magic

💔 An angsty headcanon

Magic has a hard time eating after the pumpkin incident and it mainly manifests as a loss of appetite and feeling nauseous from certain foods/textures (a lot of which were served during the Feast). It gets better and the others help her through it, slowly reintroducing food in her palette. But she just can't tolerate the smell of pumpkin without feeling bile rise in the back of her throat, and will avoid the pumpkin patch in the community garden.

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👻 A headcanon about what scares them (angsty as well not going to lie and got a bit long haha)

Magic doesn't like cramped spaces, she doesn't, just doesn't like them. Mmm well that actually wasn’t correct, it wasn't necessarily the physical smallness of a room that bothered her, she been in Graecie's bunker, crowded in Dandelion's pen to sleep next to them.  Been down in the mines and had to squeeze a bit past some of the tighter tunnels.  She could always find her way out, there was a door, a opening or another tunnel that she knew she could leave through back into open air.  She never really knew why.  But learned quickly enough of this phobia, whatever it was, from a light-hearted prank that quickly went sour.  Magic remembers Mae getting her out and holding her shaking body, giving reassurances that she was safe.

Perhaps then, the better way to describe it was that she didn't like it when she couldn't move, when she was restrained and was struck somewhere she couldn't clamber out of. The feeling of being confined in her own body, unable to do anything.

So when Bekyamon pins her down and forces her arms together, she thrashes as hard as she could against the rope.  It doesn’t work.  And she is screaming for this traitor to let her go, please let her go, don’t leave her up here (in here).  Bek doesn’t listen.  Something tight in her chest, and Magic feels like it could burst and collapse into herself. She doesn't like it and her body is trembling and it shouldn’t terrify her more than the fact that she had found out Bek had selfishly let their friends die.  That her friend was a murderer.  But in that moment, she could hardly breath and she could feel rope tying her down to an open grave.  She watches the sun set and waits for doom that never arrives, drowning in her fear.  She doesn’t notice the sun rising or when Owen cuts the rope, Graecie holds her and tries to tell her that she is free.

(Magic sees Spidey leave, but she feels the grip of her hand burning into her shoulder and arms like chains.  She sees Owen shouting at her and asking her questions she doesn’t have the answers to, and she feels like she is backed into the metaphorical corner.  And she starts to remember that terrible place.  Those concrete walls she was trapped in and the uniform they made her wear, and that agonizing sensation returns.  Dread so familiar closing around her, Magic starts to remember why.)

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👽 A headcanon about a weird quirk

Sometimes she just ends up suspended on high places by her legs and hanging upside down. Magic could be standing against a wall, starting a conversation with someone and end up dangling from a branch as a more comfy spot to talk. Basically like a possum. She doesn't know why, no one knows why, but hey it happens.

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🦾 A disability headcanon

After Magic fell and needed to be rescued by Owen, she couldn't walk for a bit as it would hurt the leg she fractured. She could use her crutches, but long distances across the clearing was an issue. So she ends up borrowing one of Graecie’s cows and rides around on it, while her leg was healing. Owen helps lead the cow sometimes when they needed to get to some places and Magic couldn't convince the big fella to move. After her leg healed, she still takes some rides when her leg aches too badly to walk or just for fun.  The cow basically becomes her support animal.

#outsiders smp #outsiders magic #outsiders owen #outsiders graecie #outsiders bekyamon #outsiders spidey #tw food poisoning #tw eating issues #i hope that covers it #saph rambles #feel free to ask for me more for whoever is reading the tags!

[rippedstitches]

I accidentally ate a frozen raspberry that tasted really gross and had a maggot in it oh my god I can’t take this im gonna die. Now I can never eat frozen fruit again and there goes one of my safe foods what the fuck

#tw maggots #tw food poisoning #fawn

[bobfloydsbabe]

Guess who woke up in the middle of the night with food poisoning? It’s me.I feel awful.

#helena rants #personal #tw food poisoning #at least I don’t have to get on a plane like this #but I do have to call work and tell them I’m not coming today

[whats-k-popping]

namjin both have food poisoning and try to take care of each other and seokjin feels responsible bc he's older but namjoon feels responsible cause he's the leader....and they're both rlly sick ?

Thanks for requesting! I think you also requested in a separate ask that this be long, right? I hope this is long enough for you! I really hope you like how this turned out! plenty of sickness and caretaking and accountability. LOL! Enjoy <3

Pairing: Namjin - platonic intentions but read how you want.

Words: 3238

Warnings: Emeto || Graphic Descriptions of Vomiting || Food Poisoning || Fevers || Nongraphic Mentions of Scat || Minor self-depreciating comments/guilt themes

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Namjoon’s just finished setting the table for seven. It’s been months since the seven of them were able to sit down and enjoy a meal together. He knows the members are busy with their separate schedules. But tensions have been high between them recently and he thinks a good, old fashioned, sit down dinner will solve their problems. Unfortunately due to his weaknesses in the kitchen, he was unable to prepare a home cooked meal. But he ordered lots and lots of take out. He starts setting the containers out when he hears the door open. 

It’s only Seokjin who files in. “Is everyone else on their way?” Namjoon calls out as he arranges the food. 

Seokjin sets his things on the sofa and walks toward Namjoon’s voice. “Don’t you read the group text?” He answers. His jaw nearly hits the floor when he sees the spread Namjoon has laid out. “Joonie, what are you doing?” 

Namjoon wears a satisfied dimpled smile as he puts out the last container. “I decided to treat everyone to dinner. I’ve seen how hard you’ve all been working and how tired you all are. I think this is just what we need to boost everyone’s energy.” He looks so proud of himself. Seokjin doesn’t want to say anything. “Besides, Hobi-hyung and Tae have really been going at each other lately. This can be a chance for them to work things out too.” 

Seokjin scans the table. Namjoon looks so proud, Seokjin contemplates if he really has to be the one to burst Namjoon’s bubble. But there’s no one else around. So he collects his resolve and puts a gentle hand on Namjoon’s shoulder. “Joon-ah. The others all decided to go home for the weekend.” He admits. Namjoon visibly deflates. He’s speechless; he curses himself for not checking the group text. When Namjoon doesn’t say anything, Seokjin continues. “They all said they’re feeling a little burnt out. And figured some time with their families would be a good reset. They’ll be back Sunday night.” 

They both scan the table, looking over the food covering every inch. It’s a true feast for seven. And now there’s only two people to eat it. “What are we gonna do with all this food?” Namjoon asks when he finally finds his words. 

Seokjin’s heart aches at how sad Namjoon appears. It’s clear that Namjoon put a lot of thought and effort and money into this dinner. But nothing can change the fact that the members are scattered across various cities. He’s so proud of Namjoon for putting it together. He doesn’t want it to go to waste. “We'll eat together. Then save the leftovers for Sunday when the guys come back.” That idea seems to perk up Namjoon a bit. He sends Seokjin a grateful smile. 

Seokjin looks at the take-out containers. They aren’t from anywhere he’s ever eaten before. He then looks at the delivery bag and the receipt. He doesn’t recognize the name. It seems Namjoon’s gone off on a whim with choosing a restaurant. He really wanted to make the night special, even feeding them food they’ve never had before. Seokjin really does appreciate the gesture, but the food looks questionable. It doesn’t look appetizing. And some of the meat dishes even look undercooked. But for Namjoon's satisfaction, he swallows his hesitation and makes a full plate. He’s devoted to sharing a meal with his leader. 

Namjoon notices a churning in his stomach while they’re still cleaning up. He's not acknowledging it, convinced he just ate too much. It must just be a case of indigestion and would pass with time. But when he's putting the dried dishes away, he feels an urgent rumbling in his stomach. He needs a bathroom- now. 

He stops what he's doing and runs to the nearest bathroom. There isn't one on the first floor, so he has to sprint up the stairs and nearly doesn't make it. Warm vomit shoots up his throat as he folds himself over the toilet seat. Some of the sick lands on the rims of the seat from the sheer force of each heave. Every wave rocks his whole body in an uncomfortable and uncontrollable way. He doesn't see an end in sight. 

There's a lull in the violent retching and Namjoon catches his breath. The ache in his stomach is still there. But he feels like he got everything out. He wipes down the seat and flushes the sick away, ready to move beyond this unfortunate bout of nausea. He's still convinced it was indigestion. He did eat a lot more than Seokjin. Maybe he overdid it, overfilled his stomach to the point it needed to make room. He's confident in that assessment. So he washes up and heads back downstairs to help Seokjin finish cleaning up. 

When Namjoon enters the kitchen, Seokjin's already finished the rest of the dishes. He'd even dried them and put them away already. "Yah! It's not very helpful of you to run away in the middle of housework." The older man scolds. 

"Sorry. I had to go." Namjoon replies discreetly. He doesn't want Seokjin to know he'd been throwing up. His hyung would just make a big deal out of it. And it's definitely not big-deal worthy. 

"You were gone for over 20 minutes?" Seokjin questions with a raised eyebrow, "Are you feeling okay?" 

Namjoon nods fervorously to derail any suspicion. "Yeah, I'm fine." He needs an excuse, "I got a bit distracted on my phone while I was in there. Lost track of time." It's a believable enough lie. 

Seokjin rolls his eyes dramatically. "You're on dish duty for a week." He commands and the conversation ends there. 

Following dinner, the two settle in for video games. Well, Seokjin plays video games. Namjoon's sitting on a recliner behind him with an open book. It's a page turner; he's been trying to finish it for weeks but just hasn't had the time. He reads silently while Seokjin curses at the TV and the game characters. It's the kind of calm domestic evening that Namjoon wishes could last forever. 

But the peace is interrupted then Namjoon's stomach cramps causing the young leader to clutch at his middle with a wince. He feels the same kind of urgent ache that he felt back in the kitchen. He needs to get to the bathroom soon. 

The sharp wince pulls Seokjin out of his game. He turns to Namjoon, concern obviously etched into his features. He sees Namjoon cradling his stomach and drops the controller, rushing over to the leader's side. "Joon-ah. What happened?"

"Stomach ache," Namjoon replies, too in pain to lie again. It's the second time in an hour, maybe that warrants a bit of Seokjin's doting worry. He wonders for a moment if maybe it was the food. But Seokjin's not showing any signs of feeling sick or anything. And if Seokjin were feeling sick, he would know about it. The older man is very vocal when he doesn't feel well. So he’s starting to think he's caught a bug. Whatever the reasoning, he hates the circumstances. 

“Are you going to throw up?” Seokjin asks. Namjoon’s looking a little green. Every breath is labored. His shoulders jolt with false starts and wet sounding burps slip through his lips. He’s not expecting an answer. He sprints to grab a mixing bowl from the kitchen and puts it in Namjoon’s lap. It takes a few more empty heaves for Namjoon to start. 

A rippling wet belch comes with a wave of vomit that splashes against the ceramic bowl. Seokjin recognizes the undigested remains of dinner. He presses a hand to Namjoon’s forehead while he hovers above the bowl. “You’ve got a small fever,” He says out loud but doubts Namjoon can hear him. The older man pulls his hand away and presses it on the leader’s back, making large strokes up to the base of his neck and down to the small of his back. The other hand helps to steady the rapidly filling bowl. “You always get so sick out of nowhere, Joonbug.” 

The episode lasts several minutes. Namjoon nearly chokes on his own vomit twice while trying to simply breathe. The exertion leaves him exhausted. When his stomach finally settles, he throws himself against the recliner and pants for air. He’s too tired to even swipe his sleeve across his mouth to wipe his mouth. There’s still an ache in his belly that taunts him, warning him there’s more to come. He’s determined to rest before that happens. 

Seokjin pulls the bowl away and clicks his tongue. His free hand runs long fingers through Namjoon’s now sweaty hair, wordlessly comforting the sickly leader. “I’ll be right back, okay.” Namjoon gives the smallest nod Seokjin has ever seen and takes it as an affirmation to leave. He hurries to the bathroom to dump the bowl, careful not to spill any of the contents on the floor. 

He has to turn his face away as he dumps the bowl into the toilet. The stench rises as the chunky liquid splashes against the porcelain walls and Seokjin has to hold back a few of his own gags. His stomach’s starting to swirl, but he assumes it’s just in sympathy to witnessing Namjoon be sick. He finds it strange, knowing he usually has a pretty strong stomach. But there’s a first time for everything. He washes out the bowl and leaves it in the bathroom. 

He rushes to Namjoon’s room to pull pillows and blankets from the bed and brings them down to Namjoon. He also brings a mop bucket with him, able to hold more should Namjoon need to vomit again. Seokjin assumes he will. He sets the pillows behind Namjoon’s head and the blanket over his shivering body. “There you go, Joonie. Rest here, where I can keep an eye on you.” Namjoon doesn’t hesitate, his eyes slip shut immediately. When he’s sure Namjoon’s asleep, Seokjin goes back to his video game, glancing back at the leader every few minutes. 

What Seokjin thought was once sympathy sickness doesn’t fade. In fact, it gets increasingly worse as time treks on. What was once a swirl turns to a full churn. The oldest member runs to the bathroom. He hovers over the toilet expectantly but nothing comes up. Instead, there’s a rumble deep in his bowels. He manages to turn around and slide his pants to his ankles in one swift motion. Just in time for the watery contents of his intestines to land safely in the bowl. It’s all liquid. Putrid smelling, gag inducing liquid that’s accompanied by pockets of gas. It’s a long ordeal that starts to burn his rectum and unsettle his stomach. 

When nothing passes for a few minutes, he believes he’s empty. He stands to clean himself and finds his vision blurs at the sudden movement. He’s suddenly so tired. But he gets the job done and hurries back downstairs to Namjoon. 

Namjoon- who is also in a state of digestive distress. Seokjin starts to think back to Namjoon’s first bathroom trip and wonders if the leader lied. He knew the take out didn’t look right. Not when he plated it or when he cut into it. Meats that should have been white were gray. Other meats were far too pink. And it definitely didn’t taste right. But he wrote it off as different ingredients, sauces he hadn’t tasted before, a different style of cuisine. Namjoon hadn’t had any reservations with the meal, so he thought he was just overthinking.

But as he reconvenes with Namjoon, he’s convinced they’ve both got food poisoning. 

Namjoon wakes to the sound of liquid hitting plastic. It’s accompanied by guttural retching and he recognizes it as sounds of vomiting. As he’s still waking up, he thinks maybe it’s him. He quickly clasps hands around his mouth. But his mouth is closed. His lips are dry. And his stomach, while still aching, is calm. It leaves only one other explanation. 

He scans the room for Seokjin. It’s easy enough to follow the splashing sound. Seokjin’s tucked into his own blanket on the far side of the couch, neck deep in a plastic trash bin. The older man spews again, all loud retches and painful heaves into the bin. He gasps for air when he finally lists his head. He immediately notices Namjoon’s concerned gaze. “Sorry,” he clears his throat, “Did I wake you?” His voice is still raspy, but he pushes through. 

Namjoon looks at Seokjin’s disheveled features. His hair is plastered to his forehead from sweat, his flawless skin is ashen, sickly pale. Petechiae are sprinkled across his cheeks, a sign of just how forceful the vomiting was. Seokjin’s riddled with illness, just like himself. “You’re sick too?” he questions quietly. It brings Namjoon to a conclusion he had tried to ignore- the dinner Namjoon so carefully planned made them sick. It’s a morbidly heavy pill to swallow. “It was the food, wasn’t it?” 

Seokjin doesn’t answer. He turns his head away at the question. But they both know it’s true. Namjoon continues, “I’m so sorry you got sick, too. I knew I shouldn’t have ordered somewhere new. I’m so stupid.” 

“It’s not your fault, Joon-ah.” Seokjin burps. He freezes, waiting to see if there’s anything else coming before continuing. “It’s mine. I noticed the food didn’t look right, but didn’t say anything because you were so excited.”

“But I’m the leader, I’m the one you guys turn to for guidance.” Namjoon tries to shift in the recliner, but it triggers a cramp in his stomach. He rubs his stomach, applying pressure until the pain dwindles. “I should have done more research about the restaurant. I should have made sure everything was safe to eat.” 

Seokjin scoffs. It’s dry and lacking his usual sarcastic tones. “You’re being ridiculous. You couldn’t have known it was going to be bad. Even good restaurants sometimes mess things up.” he justifies, “I literally saw it was bad and didn’t speak up. If there’s anyone to blame, it’s me. I’m your hyung. I’m supposed to take care of you. I’m sorry you’re sick because of me.”

The two of them go back and forth taking blame. It only stops when Namjoon bustles to grab his bucket. It reminds them both that no matter who’s to blame, the outcome stays the same. Namjoon gags a few times into the bucket, bringing up mostly digested bits and stomach acid. He spits into the bucket to get rid of the taste. “At least it’s just us…” Namjoon tries to look at the positives. 

It draws a half-hearted laugh from Seokjin, “Imagine if all seven of us had eaten?” They both laugh, poking fun at the other members. Seokjin does an impression of sick Yoongi that reminds Namjoon that he was supposed to be an actor. Namjoon laughs about how whiny Taehyung gets when his stomach hurts. They both think about poor Hoseok, who would need to isolate because everyone puking back to back would be too much for him. And how Jimin and Jungkook would try to act tough, but secretly snuggle with each other when they think no one’s watching. 

Teasing the members behind their backs makes them both feel a little better. Their stomachs still ache and they know they haven’t even started to wipe the afflicting bacteria from their systems. They are in for a hellish few days. But they both feel less guilty about the situation, chalking it up to just bad luck. 

Namjoon notices the clock, it’s already after midnight. Seokjin hiccups heavily and dives over his bin, retching instantly. The sounds and smells trigger Namjoon’s ill stomach, and he pours more sick into his own bucket. When they both finish, Namjoon swallows heavily. “Hyung, should we go to our rooms?”

Seokjin shakes his head, “No. There’s no one else here to look after us. So we should stay together, just in case something happens to one of us.” Namjoon thinks it makes enough sense, so he nods. Still, he’s a bit afraid Seokjin’s vomiting is going to set him off again. 

“Should we take medicine?” Namjoon asks, anything to ease the symptoms. 

“Can’t hurt,” Seokjin admits. “I think there’s probably some in the bathroom.” Which begs the silent question, who is going to get up and go upstairs? They look quizzically at each other before Namjoon stands. He wants to be useful. Seokjin’s taken care of him and he wants to return the favor. 

He braves the journey upstairs, each step jostles his stomach in a viciously tormenting way. But it’s worth it when he gets to the medicine cabinet. He scoops the entire shelf into his arms, deciding to read each bottle from the comfort of his blanket. The trip downstairs is even worse, his vision swims and he doesn’t trust himself to walk down. He sits on the step and slowly scoots himself down, one stair at a time.

When Seokjin sees the pharmacy Namjoon sets up on the coffee table, he smiles. “A good leader always prepares for every possible outcome,” He muses, eying the migraine medication that hopefully neither of them will need. 

Namjoon nods, deciding to agree that was his intention. Definitely not because he was too dizzy to read them up in the bathroom. Still before he sits, he goes to the kitchen. He grabs everything they could need. Water bottles, tissues, and crackers, should they be so daring. He also makes sure he throws away all the leftovers, just in case one of the members comes home early. They do not need any more sick members. He sets up the supplies into what he’s dubbing a makeshift infirmary, at least until one of them starts to feel better. Or until another member comes back. Whichever happens first. 

He looks back at the recliner he’d been resting in all evening. It’s a large, plush and fluffy comfortable chair. But it seems kilometers away from Seokjin. “Hyung, can I sit by you?” The leader asks, his voice small and timid. 

“I don’t see the harm in it; we’re both already sick.” Seokjin shrugs, tucking his knees to make more space on the couch. 

Namjoon quickly moves his pillows and blankets and sick bucket over to the other couch. He settles in, but it still doesn’t feel like enough. He fidgets for a while before he asks “Hyung, are you cold?”

Seokjin turns to face Namjoon with his arms open. “Yah! Namjoon-ah! Why don’t you just say you want to cuddle.” Namjoon shuffles quickly into his hyung’s awaiting arms. Seokjin winces, “Watch my stomach, Joon. You know it hurts.” And Namjoon shifts again until they are both satisfied with the position. It’s gonna be tricky when one of them needs to vomit, but for now they’re tired and they’re comfortable. “Are you going to sleep, Joonie?” 

“Mmmm, gonna try to.” Namjoon admits, his eyes already closed. “Been a long day.” 

“It sure has,” Seokjin agrees. “Let’s call it a night and try to sleep.” He puts a hand on Namjoon’s back, mindlessly rubbing. They both start to doze off, the exhaustion catching up to both of them.

Seokjin’s seconds away from sleep. Before he slips away, he lets out a short chuckle. “Thanks again for dinner, leader.” 

“Shut up, hyung.” Seokjin’s sure Namjoon says that in his sleep. 

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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!

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