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Hello!! Huge fan of your work! Thanks for all the amazing stories:)
Could I request a sick Yoongi and Hoseok who came down with a sneezy cold after a photoshoot in the rain. It is autumn and both are feeling cold. They kind of take care of each other. Yoongi wakes up with a fever as Hoseok slips under his blankets. He welcomes the younger warmly.
Omgg this request is soo cute! 🥰 I'm uhhh, still not that good at writing snz but I tried my best here! 😅
Autumn night
Sickies: Yoongi and Hoseok
Caretakers: Yoongi and Hoseok
Hoseok and Yoongi stand in front of the trees with orange and yellow leaves. They're wearing all black and sporting long wool coats. They both embrace each other and the photographer loves their acting. "Yes, that's perfect! Take a few more like that!"
But Hoseok and Yoongi aren't acting; they're actually getting cold and huddling together. But if it also fits the theme of their photos, then that's a nice bonus. The rain came down more than predicted and they just did a fall themed photoshoot.
"Alright, that's a wrap! It's coming down pretty hard."
Yoongi and Hoseok both sigh in relief but also can't wait to see how the pictures turn out. It's been a long day but that's the life of an idol.
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"Well my hair got wetter than I wanted" Yoongi sighs. "But it was still fun!"
Hoseok takes off his wool coat that's now quite damp. He's feeling cold and that wasn't helping. His voice sounds a bit funny "I think my nose is kinda stuffed." *sniffle*
"Yeah, I'm not feeling so hot either" Yoongi is also sniffling to his own dismay.
"I think we were outside for a little too long.. I can't believe we did that in the rain!"
Hoseok and Yoongi help dry each other off. Hoseok pat dries Yoongi's head with a soft fluffy towel, careful not to mess up his hair more. Yoongi gently pat dries Hobi's face. The younger kept looking up and getting rain in his eyes, which Yoongi found hilarious. After a long day outside they're both ready to hit the hay.
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Yoongi is trying to get comfortable in bed but having great difficulty. He keeps randomly waking up and his head feels warm. He's certain that he's catching some kind of cold. He also keeps sneezing and blowing his stuffed up nose, which has been quite annoying.
Hoseok lightly knocks on Yoongi's door that's ajar. "Hyung?" he murmurs.
Yoongi gets startled at the sudden noise but once he sees it's Hoseok he relaxes his shoulders. "Hoba, you're still up too?"
"Yeah, I'm sorry hyung but I can't sleep..and I'm not feeling too well.." the younger says in a small voice.
Yoongi looks at him understanding "awwh, I know what you mean Hoba. Come lay in bed with me, I'm so cold." Yoongi lifts up the blankets and shifts over a bit. Hoseok smiles happily taking the invite. He joins Yoongi in bed and they cuddle together for warmth.
"Hyung, I think you have a slight fever" Hoseok notices. "I think--" he's cut off by a loud messy sneeze. "Ugh, oh my god" Hoseok takes several tissues, not wanting to be seen. Hoseok lost count of how much he's blown his nose. "My nose is a runny faucet. We're gonna need another box!"
When Hoseok gets up to find a new one he's tiptoeing and trying hard not to sneeze too loud. He feels another one coming and tries to muffle it hiding in his arm but doesn't go too well. Hoseok looks at his other members' doors, worried that they'll come out and scold him for making too much noise. But surprisingly no one does to his relief.
While he's up Hoseok makes them both chamomile tea. "Here, hyung" the dancer hands him his mug. "This should help warm us up."
"Ah, thank you Hoba" Yoongi murmurs, smiling cordially. He takes small sips and likes the warmth of it going down.
"I took out the extra blanket. Its fleece so it's soft and comfortable." Yoongi wraps it around Hoseok and himself and they snuggle. "I hope we didn't wake anyone with our sneezing."
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Energy boost
Sickie: Taehyung
Caretaker: Jungkook
TW: emeto
Taehyung woke up tired today. He didn't sleep the best and just feels overall sluggish. Taehyung can usually hide that he's tired and is good at covering up his yawning in public. But he just hates that feeling weighing him down. They're filming a short dance number for army today and he needs a lot of stamina.
Taehyung doesn't like coffee at all and doesn't understand how Yoongi can drink so much of it. He can't stand the smell or the taste. He's trying to think of another quick fix and wound up buying an energy drink. It's strawberry flavored so he figured he'd try it.
"Since when do you drink energy drinks?" Yoongi teases.
"It tastes better than that burnt hot bean water" Taehyung sasses playfully.
"Maybe, but coffee doesn't make you crash like those do" Yoongi smirks.
Taehyung found it tasted pretty sweet; a little too sweet from what's he's used to but he drank half of it and already feels a little more perky. It gives him more hope about the day. When finished his stomach feels.. weird. He drank that pretty fast. His stomach gurgles with the fizzy drink bubbling up. He burps and pauses for a minute. He feels the caffeine kicking in and rushes to get prepared.
The guys stand in position and Taehyung tries to stay still. He's all jittery and his stomach keeps going off. He doesn't know if anyone else can hear it and palms it cautiously.
"Everyone in place!"
The music starts playing and the choreography is fast pace. Taehyung's body keeps up with the movements but he regrets having that energy drink. The liquid swishes and sloshes inside his stomach with each jump and turn. It feels like his stomach is a bottle being shaken and bubbling up, ready to go off. But he can't stop now, they're halfway through the song. Then his stomach burbles and Taehyung stumbles and hiccups, almost tripping.
"Cut!" They all stop and look at him.
"Tae, why'd you stop?" Hoseok asks.
Taehyung wants to say his stomach hurts but doesn't want to throw off the day. He already messed up and doesn't want people getting mad at him. "I-I'm fine--" *he burps mid sentence.* Taehyung covers his mouth, flustered.
They all look at him strange. Yoongi is looking with concern. That wasn't exactly a small sized can he chugged.
"Ugh, sorry.. I'm sorry, I can keep going." Taehyung says quickly. He just wants to get through this.
"Hmm okay, let's try again" Hoseok gestures them to walk back to starting position. Taehyung puts a fist to his mouth and descretely burps again. He wants to think it helps but isn't sure. His stomach feels queasy and he worries he'll throw up instead. The cameras are going again and he definitely doesn't want that.
On the second take Taehyung isn't as fast, his stomach hurts with all the movements and sloshing. His body can't handle it and his stomach lurches. Taehyung hiccups again and bends over, holding his abdomen. Suddenly he belches and his stomach opens the floodgates, spewing out a fast large wave.
"Whoa Tae!" Jimin and Jungkook jump back, they were closest to him and just missed getting splashed. Taehyung can't say anything as his stomach is still forcing out it's contents.
The music stops and everyone is shocked at what just happened. Namjoon waves at the staff to stop the cameras and the members run to Taehyung. Taehyung falls to his knees clutching his middle. He sighs in disbelief but his stomach cuts him off with another hard retch. He pants and looks at the pink puddle on the floor. "Ugh, why did I have that?" Taehyung mutters.
Yoongi looks at the young vocalist sympathetically. "It's okay Tae, it could've happened to anyone."
Taehyung feels ridiculous and thought forsure they would scold him but everyone was benevolent and understanding.
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Taehyung wasn't thrilled about the car ride back. His stomach's still complaining after all that vomiting. He tries to rub it but he's so tired. Whenever the car hits a bump or a turn his stomach gurgles, making him moan quietly.
"Awwh hyung, that drink really upset your tummy huh?" Jungkook put his hand on Taehyung's stomach. Taehyung just nods as his sick stomach churns. Jungkook wants to help it and starts rubbing lightly "how does this feel?"
Taehyung hums approvingly, letting JK take over. The maknae's hands feel so nice. Taehyung yawns and leans on Jungkook closing his eyes. He's crashing. Jungkook looks and smiles fondly, shifting a bit to make it more comfortable.
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A bit late but one year ago I posted my first BTS fanfic ever on AO3 Blindsided that fic is very special to me 💜
Then a month later I made this tumblr account and I'm way more active on here, but I'll also be posting my other works on AO3 to view as well :)
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☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?
Yessss omg I've had this AU idea of the guys going to a music festival and a few of them end up getting sick in different ways and the others take care of them in the midst of all the chaos. I was thinking both emeto and even some snz stuff too!
I could do a few different versions of it as there's just so many possibilities!
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sick, sneezy little burrito
Title: sick, sneezy little burrito
Word Count: 1911
Summary: Yoongi takes care of a very sick, very sneezy Jungkook
Sickie: Jungkook (cold/snz)
Caretaker: Yoongi
A/N: very snz heavy very self indulgent please don't judge me k bye
this is opposite of the vmin one bcuz when I went to edit I took some of the story out bcuz some things probably don't need to leave my google drive but it's the same as the vmin one in that it is still not edited so who knows what kind of typos are in this bad boy
“I’mb stugck.”
Jungkook sniffles thickly and peers up at Yoongi through watery, heavy-lidded eyes. He’s wrapped up so tightly in a blanket that his arms are trapped at his sides– only his face is visible with how he’s cocooned, propped upright by a mountain of pillows and tucked against Yoongi’s chest like a sick, sneezy little burrito.
Yoongi chuckles. “You’re fine. Hold still, I’m going to put some of this Vaseline on your nose. It’s all chapped and red, sweetheart.”
Jungkook’s nose twitches at the thought of Yoongi touching his poor, aching nostrils.
“Hold still? I cand’t do addythigg else–”
“Shh.” Yoongi uncaps the small jar in his hands. “You should try to rest your voice, love.”
Jungkook can feel a sneeze slowly building. He presses the tip of his tongue to the roof of his mouth, right behind his teeth, and blinks back tears of irritation. The congestion in his head is making everything feel heavy and muted. When he spots what Yoongi is holding he freezes, the sneeze becoming more of a background sensation, a dull buzzing high up in his sinuses and in the back of his throat, as panic comes to the forefront.
“Yoo’gi I swear to hh–! That’s ndot Vaseline, it’s that mendthol shit and I– I cand’t– hhhHH–!”
“It’s basically the same,” Yoongi says. “But it will help with your congestion, too. You’re so stuffy, sweetheart.”
“Please dodn’t, I…”
Yoongi is about to dip a finger into the jar and Jungkook leans back as far as the pillows allow. His breath hitches wildly, completely out of his control.
“I– hhh–! I’mb goi’g to–” Unable to stop the sneeze, Jungkook braces himself for the worst, but Yoongi is lightning-quick and has a handkerchief pressed to his nose before he even finishes the first shaky inhale. “hiiishSHOO!”
“Bless you!” Yoongi chirps. “One more?”
Jungkook’s head tilts back, his eyebrows drawing together and his nostrils flaring. “hh! ehhSHOO!”
“Bless, love– oh, one more!”
“uhh’HTCHSH!”
“Bless you,” Yoongi murmurs against his temple, lips brushing lightly over his overheated skin. “Good job, sweetheart.” He wipes Jungkook's nose and then folds a clean section of the handkerchief over his nostrils, pinching lightly. “Go ahead and blow.”
Eyeing the still uncapped jar of ointment resting on Yoongi’s knee, Jungkook complies. He’s met with a lot of resistance, the congestion blocking most air from moving in or out, but Yoongi praises him all the same and kisses his forehead afterward.
He scrunches up his nose and sniffles while Yoongi looks back and forth between him and the ointment. He knows how pathetic he looks, and it seems it’s enough for Yoongi to take pity on him and change his mind, putting the lid back on and setting the jar on the nightstand.
Jungkook sighs in relief, but it's short lived when the action makes the tickle flare back up inside his nose. Wiggling the appendage back and forth does nothing to alleviate the tickle, and without his hand free he can’t rub it away. He rolls his shoulders, trying to loosen the blanket wrapped around them, and tries to slowly inch his arm up his side.
As much as he tries to fight against it, Jungkook’s breath is getting away from him again, which means his greedy little lungs are trying to suck in enough air to fuel several more sneezes– he’s already lightheaded with the thought of what’s to come. It doesn’t help that Yoongi is drawing attention to how sneezy he is in a way that’s almost maddening, his sinuses burning with a tickle so intense and widespread that he can’t take his mind off of it.
“Ohhhh…hh’hhh!”
“Hmm?” Yoongi ducks his head, trying to meet Jungkook’s gaze. “Did you say something?”
“N-no– I jus’hhh…”
“Oh, again?”
“hhh-ehh’TCHSH! iiiih-shoo! EHHH’SHOO!”
“Aww,” Yoongi coos. “You’re so sneezy, love.”
“Yoo’gi cadd you…cadd y-you please stop talkhhh…talkigg about– ohshit–” He sucks in a stuttering breath and then snaps forward again. “iiishSHOO!”
Yoongi tuts. “You poor thing. Bless–”
“heh-SHOO!”
“Bless you!”
Jungkook pants. His lashes are wet with tears. There’s a steady, ticklish trickle of mucus trying to escape his nose, but Yoongi uses the handkerchief to carefully dab the moisture from his nostrils.
Jungkook chances a slow, albeit shaky, breath through his mouth.
The buzzing in his sinuses is gone for now.
He takes another breath. There’s a slight wheeze to it. He’s so stuffy and uncomfortable. Exhaustion has settled deep in his bones and he knows if he could only fall asleep, he’d be able to sleep for a long, long time. Maybe, just maybe, he can do that now, lying propped up against Yoongi like this, tired out but warm and–
“Any more sneezes in there?”
Jungkook whimpers congestedly. “Fugck! Well dnow there are…”
“Okay, then, go ahead and let them out, baby.”
“UHHSHH!” The next sneeze scrapes at his throat, barrelling out of him without any preamble, and brings a fresh wave of tears to his eyes.
“We might have to try that nasal spray again. I don’t like the sound of these sneezes, baby.”
“hh’ehh’HSHSH!”
“Oh, bless you.”
“hhh–! I…fugck, I…it t-tigckles…”
“Oh, sweetheart,” he croons. “Your poor nose! C’mon, then. Right into here, ‘kay?” He holds up the handkerchief, folded over once again to a dry section and cupped in his palm, and he lifts it to Jungkook’s twitching nose.
“IIISHshoo!”
“Oh! Good job, almost got it all into the hanky that time,” he teases lightly, leaning forward to kiss the top of Jungkook’s head.
Jungkook squirms in embarrassment as Yoongi wipes his hand off on his pants.
“I’mb s-sorry-hhh…”
“That tickle does not want to quit, does it?”
Jungkook shoots him a desperate, pleading look before his eyes roll up, lashes fluttering. “If you keep– hh–! Keep sayigg– AAHshuhh! Y-you– hhh’EHHshoo!”
There are tears streaming down Jungkook’s face. Yoongi dabs at them with his sleeve.
“Bless you, sweetheart.”
With a harsh sniffle and shake of his head, Jungkook holds off the next sneeze just long enough to concentrate on moving his arms from within the confines of the blanket; as his breath hitches, he feels it loosening an inch.
“HAHHH-SHOO!”
“Oh, goodness,” Yoongi murmurs. “That was a big sneeze!”
Jungkook is nothing if not determined; he moves his upper body around one last time and finally gets his right arm free enough to worm its way out of the blanket. He triumphantly lifts his hand to his face and gets in a few aggressive swipes at his nose before Yoongi is wrapping his hand around his wrist and gently tugging it away.
“Hey!” He scolds. “Stop that, you’ll rub your poor nose raw!”
Desperate to relieve the tickle, Jungkook leans forward and nuzzles into the handkerchief instead, rubbing his aching and already raw nose back and forth over the fabric. It’s almost more tortuous than the relentlessly ticklish sneezy feeling itself, the way it burns his chapped nostrils, his skin so irritated that even the soft, silky fabric of the handkerchief feels rough against it.
“Oh!” Yoongi sounds surprised. He holds the handkerchief still for Jungkook for a moment, and then he chuckles sympathetically. “Baby,” he says. “Is your nose still itchy? You’re going to rub it right off if you keep doing that!”
“HDSHshoo!”
“Blow,” Yoongi instructs, and Jungkook sneezes twice more before he can.
“ihhSHUH! AH-HSHH!”
“Bless. Okay, there you go. Blow again, sweetheart. You’re doing such a good job.”
Yoongi uses his sleeve again to dry the tears that just do not want to quit; Jungkook blinks rapidly to clear his vision. His head is swimming and there’s a heavy ache behind his eyes and his throat is raw and irritated, but nothing compares to the awful, swollen feeling in his sinuses and the endless sneezing.
“Please,” he whispers hoarsely. “I wandt to stop sdeezigg.”
Yoongi wraps an arm around him and holds him close to his chest, making a sad sound that Jungkook can feel when he’s pressed up against him.
“I’m so sorry,” Yoongi whispers back. “You’re feeling so awful, I know. My poor love.”
Jungkook nods sadly and sniffles.
“Let me try something.”
Yoongi takes the handkerchief and brings it to Jungkook’s nose one more time, and Jungkook tenses, his nose twitching. With his thumb and forefinger, Yoongi massages the sides of Jungkook’s nose through the fabric, using just enough pressure to ease the last of the irritating tickle while being careful not to aggravate his swollen sinuses any further. Still, it makes Jungkook’s breath stutter in and out a couple of times, dangerously close to setting him off again, and his hand that he had freed comes up and hovers just over Yoongi’s, fingertips brushing the back of his hand.
What he really wants to do is shove Yoongi’s hand aside so he can use his knuckles to rub at his nose, right under his nostrils where he knows it will bring relief from the constant feeling of needing to sneeze. He wants to scratch at the right side of his nose where it feels like the tickle is both on the inside and the outside. He desperately wants to use his hand to wipe his nose and to rub quick, firm circles on the tip of his nose, which is gross, sure, but he knows how much pressure to put for it to actually be effective and he can almost imagine himself doing it, rubbing until he chases the irritation away.
Instead, he lets Yoongi continue, and it actually feels like it’s working. After a moment, Yoongi pulls his hand and the handkerchief away, and Jungkook sags in relief against his chest.
“Thangk you,” he murmurs, voice raspy and muffled by congestion.
“You should really try to blow your nose again soon,” Yoongi replies.
“But that might mbake mbe have to sdeeze againd,” Jungkook whines, tuning to bury his face into Yoongi’s chest.
“That’s alright,” Yoongi says. “Here, I’ve got a fresh handkerchief.”
It’s not alright, is what Jungkook wants to argue, but he waits until Yoongi holds the new handkerchief up to his nose for him and gives a gurgling blow.
“Doing such a good job,” Yoongi praises, kissing the top of his head.
“I’mb dnot doigg andythigg, I’mb blowigg bmy dnose.”
“You’re…?” Yoongi blinks down at him. “You what? I couldn’t understand a single word of that, baby.” He chuckles when Jungkook glares at him. “You’re too stuffy. I’m sorry. You sound so cute, though.”
Instinctively, Jungkook lifts a hand to his face when his nose starts to tickle again– he knew blowing it would result in this– but Yoongi once again intercepts and doesn’t let him get all the way. He yawns suddenly, halting the tickle momentarily, but as soon as he’s done it flares up again with the slightest sniffle.
The two sneezes that come out are soft, sleepy, and so unbearably ticklish that Jungkook’s eyes fill with tears yet again, and he barks out a third sneeze that’s more like a cough, coming from the back of his irritated throat.
“Bless you, bless you.”
Jungkook yawns again and tucks his face back against Yoongi’s chest. He doesn’t have the strength to fight it when his arms are once again trapped at his side, blanket drawn tightly around his body and re-tucked in a way that keeps him firmly in place and unable to move.
Yoongi brushes back his bangs off his forehead. He kisses his temple, then his cheek.
“Sleep,” he says, and Jungkook does.
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Purple Everywhere
(Inspired by what Hobi said, I’m sorry, I’m on a road trip and feeling very creative)
Sickie: Hoseok
Caretaker: Yoongi
1k words
Warnings: Vomiting, alcohol, drunkenness
Yoongi should have known better than to let Hoseok have “one more sip” (not a sip, and not just one) of wine. Not when his eyes were already that droopy and he had only spoken three words in the past twenty minutes (“yeah”, “uh-huh”, and “yep”, respectively).
Now he looked even more out of it, and Yoongi feared he might not be feeling well because he’d stopped idly snacking and was just sitting there like he was in a trance: a distinctly unpleasant one.
“Are you okay?” Yoongi hardly dared to ask at this point.
“Yeah…”
Not a minute later, Hoseok bolted up from the table and ran. He disappeared around the corner, but that didn’t stop Yoongi from hearing the sickening splatter that meant he hadn’t quite made it. Yoongi got up as well to find Hoseok braced with one arm against the wall, almost falling into the brightly-colored mess on the floor.
“Oh.”
Hoseok heaved again, and Yoongi wrinkled up his nose. Purple, all over his nice rug, and the floor, too. Ha. Purple. And a little on the baseboard, too, how nice.
“Sorry,” Hoseok rasped.
“Are you done?”
“Hmm…”
“Bathroom.” Hoseok didn’t move. “Bathroom, Hoseok.” Yoongi took him firmly by the arm and half-supported, half-dragged him into the bathroom and lowered him to the floor in front of the toilet. “Stay here. If you need to throw up again, right there.”
Hoseok looked mournful.
“I’m coming back,” said Yoongi, just in case his drunk friend got any ideas of trying to stand up and follow him. “Stay right here.”
It wouldn’t be the fist time Yoongi had cleaned vomit off a floor because someone had overestimated their ability to run to a bathroom in time. (Sometimes that someone had been himself. And poor Jimin after the American Fried Fish Incident)
“I can- I can clean,” Hoseok called from the bathroom in a voice as wobbly as a candle flame on a windy day.
“You’re drunk.”
“Okay.”
The floor and the baseboard were easy. The rug… Yoongi didn’t like its chances to not be purple forever, but maybe a thorough deep-cleaning could salvage it. At least it wasn’t white.
Hoseok sounded pretty miserable in the bathroom, and Yoongi stuck his head in to make sure he wasn’t dying. He wasn’t. He was, however, hunched over throwing up again, thankfully over the toilet this time. Yoongi moved the rug to be better dealt with later, threw away his cleaning gloves, and scrubbed his hands like Lady Macbeth. Then he got a cup of water from the kitchen and went back to Hoseok.
“I threw up again,” said Hoseok sadly.
“Yeah.” Yoongi offered him the water. “Rinse your mouth.”
Hoseok shied away from the water and gagged over the toilet again, this time only bringing up a little purplish liquid. It sounded painful anyway. Yoongi rubbed gently between his shoulder blades.
“Ew,” said Hoseok eloquently when he was done.
Yoongi offered him the water again, which he made a face at.
“Just rinse your mouth.”
Hoseok looked bewildered. “Like mouthwash?”
“Exactly.”
Hoseok struggled to get up, but he didn’t get very far.
“Where are you going?”
“To rinse?”
“Right here.” Yoongi succeeded in getting him to take the cup.
“The sink…”
“You can spit in the toilet. It’s okay.”
Hoseok made a disgusted face at it. “That’s gross.”
“You already threw up in it.”
“You’re right.”
He rinsed his mouth without any further complaint, but Yoongi knew the hardest part was still to come.
“I bet you want to sleep,” he said sweetly.
“Yeahhhh…. I’m so floppy.” Hoseok demonstrated this by flopping over and forcing Yoongi to catch him. Water sloshed out of the cup in his hand. “Oops.”
“Don’t worry,” said Yoongi. “Two sips of that and you can lay down.”
“Don’t wanna.”
“Well, you need to.”
“Can I blow my nose?”
Yoongi gave him a tissue for the purpose and tried to ignore him, which was hard with Hoseok still leaning awkwardly into him.
“Ugh, did I puke through my nose?”
“Probably a little. That’s pretty normal,” he added quickly. “Drinking water helps.”
“Don’t wanna throw up again.”
“You won’t,” Yoongi (probably) lied.
Hoseok looked incredulous, but he was drunk and trusting, and he drank a few sips of water without further argument. After a moment’s thought, Yoongi helped him to his feet and led him by the hand to his guest room, where he made him sit down on the bed and tucked him in in his clothes.
“I can sleep on the couch,” said Hoseok.
“It’s easier to change sheets than to clean a couch. I’m much happier this way.”
“Mmm.” Hoseok snuggled a pillow.
“I’ll be right back. Stay awake.” He brought a trash can to put by the side of the bed and water for the bedside table. “If you need to throw up any more, try to use the trash can.” As a precaution, Yoongi dragged the other rug out of harm’s way.
“Okay. Are you mad at me?”
“I’m not mad. I’d just rather not have to clean my floor again.”
“Okay, thanks. Sorry.”
He was too cute to be mad at anyway. Yoongi smoothed his unruly hair. “It’s okay.”
Hoseok leaned a little into his touch. “Staying?”
He should probably keep an eye on him. “Okay. I need to change real quick.”
He felt a little guilty for making Hoseok sleep in his clothes, but helping someone that drunk change was outside Yoongi’s skill set. He expected Hoseok to already be asleep when he returned, but he was still awake to make grabby hands at him when he climbed into bed. Yoongi indulged him and gave his hand a warm little squeeze.
“You’re so niiiice.”
Yoongi felt a little flash of warmth. “You’re easy to be nice to. Go to sleep.”
“M’really drunk.”
“Yeah. Face that way, I’ll rub your back.”
Hoseok gave him a dopey smile.
“You have to turn around, though.”
It took a minute for Hoseok to register what he’d said, but eventually he did flop ungracefully onto his other side. Now hopefully safer from the possibility of being thrown up on in the night, Yoongi lightly scratched Hoseok’s back until he fell asleep, which was only about a minute.
In the morning, a mostly lucid and very apologetic Hoseok offered to get his rug cleaned, and Yoongi took him up on it.
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⛅Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP.
I'm gonna go with this cute little bit from a JK mpreg fic I started forever ago :) (I gotta hurry up and post it already, it's becoming pretty long 😅 might make it more than one part 🤔)
Jungkook lies on the couch with a fleece blanket and a bowl of strawberry ice cream. Sometimes he likes to have it after being sick. The cold treat helps soothe his stomach a little. "This is so good, strawberry's my favorite. Our baby loves it too" Jungkook savors. "Hmm, that would make a nice name, don't ya think?"
Taehyung raised his eyebrows "You want to name our baby strawberry?" he cracks up amused.
"I think it sounds cute" Jungkook giggles "or maybe butterscotch."
"Taehyung rolls his eyes "we're not naming our child after an ice cream."
"Awwwh, why not?" JK whined, playfully protesting.
"Because I don't want to say 'I gotta pick up 'Strawberry' from school'" Taehyung replies.
Jungkook fake pouts "hmph, you're no fun" he shovels another few spoonfuls and his eyes go wide. "Ahh shit, brain freeze!" he winces.
"You're going too fast Kookie" Taehyung chuckles. "Careful, you don't want to make yourself sick again."
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Sooo I've had this draft of a Sope mpreg fic I started almost a year ago.. I've been adding to it on and off over time and it's starting to come together!
Yoongi feels bad that his boyfriend is so sick and wants to help however he can. He gives him an extra pillow to help with his back and drapes the blankets over him. Hoseok is trying to relax again but he's all worked up from his vomiting fit.
Hoseok looks anxiously at the clock. 5AM. They only have a couple hours left until it's time to get up. "Don't stress about the time Hoba, just try to relax" Yoongi murmurs, kissing his forehead. Hoseok sighs, sinking into the sheets.
The baby kicks making Hoseok groan slightly. Yoongi promptly rubs his tummy, his soft hands feel comforting to Hobi. "They're already a dancer just like you" Yoongi chuckles. Hoseok smiles at that, leaning onto the older more. He loves how warm Yoongi's arms are.
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I started this fic months ago and just finally started adding to it again 😅
They're walking up to the building when Hoseok gets that feeling again and stops in his tracks. He holds his breath and presses his hand to his middle, wincing. "Ahh.."
"Hyung, what's wrong?" Jungkook looks concerned.
"I don't know, I've just been having these...stomachaches for awhile now."
Jungkook raised his eyebrows "how long have you had this?"
"Just a few days" Hoseok doesn't feel like talking about it.
"How bad is it? Are you gonna throw up?" Jungkook asks.
"It's not that bad Kook, I'll be fine" Hoseok starts moving again, despite the jabbing pain it caused. He still holds his stomach but stands up straight. Jungkook looks at him walking a bit odd.
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Hiiii! How are you? I hope you’re doing well 💛
I have a request for you, can you write a BTS fanfic where it’s night and Jimin wakes up because of a nightmare and decides to go for a walk but it’s raining and it’s so cold so when he decides to come back home it takes a lot of time because of the rain. When he is at home he is surprised to see Jungkook awake and he takes care of Jimin, who has a high fever.
I know it’s too long as a request but if you can, I would be happy if you write it.
Thank you 💛
This cute request is from awhile back! Sorry for the wait anon, I hope you're doing well too! 💜My brain hasn't been writing again until recently 😅
Late night
Sickie: Jimin
Caretaker: Jungkook
Summary: Jimin wishes he at least dressed warmer. Or waited for the rain to settle. 🌧
Jimin awoke in a sweat. He had a bad dream and can't fall back asleep. His heart and his thoughts are racing like crazy. He runs a hand down his face, sighing deeply.
Jimin wants to go for a little walk and fresh air, even if it's after midnight. A nice brisk walk to help calm down. He throws on a hoodie and pair of sweats. When he opens the door it's pouring rain outside. "Ughh, seriously?!" Jimin can see how fast it's coming down and the drops look huge. Does he really need to go outside? Yes. Yes he does, Jimin convinces himself. Just a for short time.
Jimin finds his raincoat and steps outside. He doesn't mind the smell of rain, he just wishes it wasn't coming down so hard. He pulls up his hood and starts power walking. It's cold outside and he's shivering lightly. "I'll warm up after walking a few minutes" he says to himself. The rain feels cold as it spatters onto his jacket. The hood keeps falling down which is annoying. He's getting wet and has to keep a hand on it. Then the wind started blowing rain into his face, much to his dismay. He keeps having to wipe his eyes every ten seconds, it's getting harder to see. Jimin wishes he at least dressed warmer. Or waited for the rain to settle.
"Dammit!" he mutters to himself. Jimin decided he's had enough and wants to go home. He's freezing. He realizes he walked more than intended, the wind keeps switching directions and making it especially cold. Jimin is shivering desperately, his walking turned to jogging. He can't see properly everything is a messy blur. Luckily he manages to find home again and almost slips when he starts sprinting.
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Jungkook thought he heard someone get up recently. He was awake himself, thinking about getting a snack in the kitchen. He notices Jimin's boots and jacket are missing. Confused, Jungkook quickly goes to Jimin's room and quietly opens his door. He notices Jimins clothes are scattered everywhere and he's not in his bed. His eyes widen.
Jungkook runs and opens the door and he's surprised by the rain.
"..Did Jimin leave the house and go outside in this??" Suddenly he sees someone running. He recognizes Jimin's voice and clothes. "Jimin hyung?!" Jungkook's doe eyes wider than ever. "What are you doing out there?!?"
"Kookie??" Jimin is so happy to see the younger and runs to him. They hug and JK gets wet but he doesn't mind at all.
"Hyung, what were you doing outside? It's terrible out there!" Jungkook takes his jacket and helps him with his boots.
"Ugh, I don't know...I had a bad dream a-and couldn't f-fall asleep" Jimin sputters. He's sniffling a lot too. He feels awful and developed a bad headache.
"Awwh, really hyung?" Jungkook says concerned. "Hmm, you feel warm despite being outside.. are you feeling okay?"
"Not really, my head really hurts" Jimin moaned. He can't tell if he's sweating or just wet from the rain.
"Let's get you back to bed hyung, you need rest. I think you're getting a cold or something." Jungkook helps him clean up and gives him water.
Jimin flops back into bed and it feels softer and warmer than ever. Jungkook gives him a tissue box and extra blankets. He makes sure Jimin is nice and comfortable and tucks him in.
"Can you please sleep in my bed, Kookie? I don't wanna sleep alone.."
"Sure Jiminie hyung I'd love to" Jungkook smiles. He joins Jimin in the nest of blankets and pillows. Things are quiet and they can hear the rain lightly from the window. It's a nice relaxing sound and they cuddle and fall asleep.
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I’m glad you’re back! Started reading your fics not so long ago.
Can I request a very feverish jimin, with either a throat or a stomach infection, and worried members that take care of him day and night?
Thank you sm anon I'm glad to be back too! :) I managed to get in everyone taking care of Jiminie here 💜
Downtime for Jimin
Sickie: Jimin
Catetakers: OT7
TW: emeto
Summary: Jimin hates when he gets sick.🌡
2PM:
Jimin had to sit out of dance practice after running to throw up twice. He couldn't pick up the choreography and kept missing steps. Hoseok halted it and made the younger sit down after noticing he felt warm.
"I dont know what's wrong with me" Jimin huffed. He hates missing out on dancing but he does feel a bit faint.
"I dont want you passing out on us" Hoseok tells him. He gives Jimin a trash can nearby and a bottle of water. Jimin sits on the floor leaning against the wall. He tells himself he can join again when he feels better but that doesn't happen. Hoseok ends up ending the session earlier as he sees Jimin in such poor condition.
4PM:
Jimin hates feeling like this. His stomach has been acting up all day. He started feeling warm around mid afternoon and when he threw up his lunch he knew he was done for.
"Jimin, you doing okay?" Yoongi and Taehyung wait outside the locked stall in the bathroom.
"..mhm.." Jimin moans in response. His stomach gurgles and he throws up wet chunks into the bowl.
Being sick and throwing up is one thing but doing it at your work building somehow feels much worse. Jimin worries about random people coming in and hearing his awful retches and he doesn't want anyone seeing his face after he's done. It feels too vulnerable. But today he has no other option, other than the floor in the hallway.
"How are you doing?" Taehyung asks him after the retching simmers down.
"Ugh.. I'm done.." Jimin's voice croaked. He wipes his mouth and flushes. When he finally unlocks the door they see how sickly he looks. Jimin has circles under his eyes and he's sweating lightly.
"Jiminah, you look terrible you poor thing. And you're running a pretty bad fever there." Yoongi and Taehyung help Jimin clean his face quickly.
"Ugh, let's get out of here before anyone else comes in" Jimin says worriedly. His face is flushed and his stomach still cramping, he hastily walks out. Luckily no one else was around.
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7PM:
Jimin crawled into bed after a rough ride home. His fever rising and his appetite declined. The lights are off and it feels much later than it is and his fever makes it hard to think properly.
Jungkook tried giving him some ginger tea for his stomach. But not even five minutes later he's grabbing the bucket again, heaving up the small amount he sipped.
"Awh, I'm sorry the tea didn't help hyung" Jungkook said sadly.
"It's okay Kookie, I appreciate the gesture" Jimin says quietly, rubbing JK's hand. He really wishes his stomach would let up. He couldn't even join the guys at dinner as his stomach can't handle anything.
Jungkook goes to get a new cold wet cloth for Jimin's fever. "Try to sleep some more hyung."
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12AM:
Jimin conked out for awhile but his head is so hot and bothered he woke again. Jin cleaned the bucket and took Jimin's temperature. He's alarmed at how high it is "whoa, you're burning up Jiminah."
Jimin doesn't say anything, he's too nauseas. His stomach is still threatening to hurl up more. He can't believe he still has anything to throw up, he lost his lunch and his breakfast long ago.
"Don't force it Jiminah".the oldest says softly.
"I c-can't help it--" Jimin cuts off with another harsh retch, splashing into the newly cleaned bucket.
"Hyung, I hate this" Jimin whined and dove his head into the bucket again. His stomach is still pushing up even though it's pretty much empty. After one more dry heave and just spitting out saliva, Jimin concludes that he's done. He wraps himself up in the blankets like a burrito and closes his eyes.
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4AM:
Jimin keeps falling asleep and randomly waking up again. He blames it on his fever and his stomach that still churns sometimes. Jimin thought he fell asleep on the couch at work and woke up hot and uncomfortable. Nope, he's in his own bed. Namjoon took out the fan and put it in Jimin's room, hoping it would help him cool down. The breeze is nice on his sweaty face and slightly damp hair.
Namjoon also tried giving him medicine for his fever and upset tummy but he threw it up 20 minutes later. "I think Jimin should see a doctor tomorrow morning" the leader finally says.
Jimin whines in protest but the others all agree he should.
"I think so too, he might need a different medicine" Hoseok adds. Jimin doesn't like the idea but knows in the back of his head that he should.
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8AM:
Jimin's doctor confirms he has a stomach infection. He prescribes him medication that will clear it up within a few days and in the meantime he has to take it easy. The others continue to take care of him until he's better.
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Hello! Can I request sick jungkook with a bad stomach bug and he’s sick all night? Any caretaker is fine
Another sick JK fic! :) I couldn't decide on a caretaker so I chose two, I love the maknae line together 💜
Up all night
Sickie: Jungkook
Caretakers: Jimin and Taehyung
TW: emeto
It's 3 in the morning and Jungkook is throwing up into the toilet once again. He's been going back and forth from his room to the bathroom all night. He caught a vicious stomach bug out of nowhere and took a turn for the worse after dinner. Taehyung and Jimin are both up taking care of the maknae. Jimin rubs his back while Taehyung went to get water.
Jungkook leans in front of the toilet as his stomach cleches and he pukes up his dinner. Little pieces of undigested bibimbap floating in the bowl, he stares at it glumly.
Jimin feels so bad seeing the youngest like this. Now that he thinks about it, Jungkook seemed like he was struggling a bit at dance earlier. His face looked pale and he seemed to get tired faster...and now he's hunched over the toilet throwing up everything he ate.
Jungkook is shaking all over as he holds himself over the bowl, breathing shallow. He upchucks another lumpy wave, filling the bowl more. "Hyung.." he whimpered "I hate this."
"Awwh, it's okay Kookie" Jimin coos, rubbing circles into his upper back. Jimin feels his back muscles tense up when he heaves and sways forward, projectile vomiting. The older grimaces at the awfulness, that was an especially bad one. Jungkook is coughing and spitting repeatedly and sweating profusely. His stomach is in shambles and he has cramps from all the heaving. When he finally finishes spitting he's catching his breath.
"Finished?"
"Yeah.. for now" JK wipes his forehead.
Jimin flushes it for him and wipes his face with a towel.
Taehyung is waiting for him outside with water. Jungkook takes a sip and swishes his mouth and spits into the sink. He doesn't want to risk swallowing it and getting sick again.
"You should drink some as well Kook"
"Ugh, I'll just puke it up again" JK whined.
"You don't want to get dehydrated" Taehyung advises.
Jungkook sighs, looking at the cup. He takes a few tiny sips and holds his breath, seeing how his stomach reacts. It seems..fine. For now.
"Let's get you back to bed" Taehyung murmurs, leading him out.
Jungkook holds his middle as he trudges back to his room. But as soon as he gets comfortable back in bed, his stomach starts roiling again. "Ughh, come on" he moans, sitting up and taking off the blankets. He gags and gets up in a panic with a hand over his mouth. JK races as fast as he can to the bathroom but he doesn't make it; he threw up all over the floor in an instant. "Ahh fuck.." His stomach forced it up so fast within 5 seconds. Taehyung and Jimin gasp and rush over.
"Oh no, Kookie! It's okay, come here" Jimin gets him to the toilet and he spews up more liquid.
"Oh no I'm so s-sorry" Jungkook's choking out sobs.
"It's okay it's not your fault" the elders both reassure him. Jimin goes back to rubbing his back and Taehyung cleans the floor. They give him another set of clothes to change into as he got the other ones dirty. They also give him a trash bin for his room.
Jungkook sits in his bed with it as he doesn't trust his stomach enough to lie down again. And right he is. He burps and out comes a bitter tasting mouthful of liquid. He's dry heaving and coughing over the bucket on the corner of his bed. He's exhausted. "No more throwing up..no more.." the maknae whimpered to himself, eyes tearing up. Jungkook throws up more water and it comes out his nostrils too. Now it burns breathing through his nose and his eyes are really watering. He spits out bile and wipes his eyes with a tissue.
"N-no more.." Jungkook looks at the bit of vomit in the bin and sighs. He rubs his stomach trying to calm it. He can feel exhaustion taking over and he flops back against the pillow. It's almost 5 now and his body is just done.
Jimin and Taehyung join him in bed to make sure he's okay and they're tired as well. Jungkook soon drifts off into a deep sleep.
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Hi! I love your work. I have a request for a sick Taehyung fic.
Can you do a fic based on the recent bug he caught.
This recent flu season has reall taken a toll on our baby bear cutie. 🥺💜
This request was from awhile back sorry for the wait! I've had writers block for last while but I'm back in the swing of things! 😁 I hope it's to your liking anon 💜
Flu season
Sickie: Taehyung
Caretaker: Jungkook
TW: sickness, flu symptoms
Taehyung is usually good at working under pressure. It's been an industrious few months for him with making and promoting his new music, doing interviews and photoshoots constantly. He's used to having a busy lifestyle he's been doing it for years. Even if he's feeling tired Taehyung almost always powers through, his schedule going unaffected.
But when flu season comes into play, it can be a bit harder. Usually if he comes down with something it's not that bad and he recovers quickly with a bit of rest.
These last couple of days Taehyung started having sniffles and feeling strangely tired. He doesn't know where it came from but he keeps telling himself it'll be fine. "It's just a cold" he keeps saying. He has a full schedule and he tries keeping his coughing and sniffling to a minimum. He drinks more water to help himself stay alert and hydrated. The constant meetings and nonstop moving around make him not only exhausted but he's starting to feel body aches and sore muscles. He wants to whine in pain but has to remain professional.
Taehyung goes through the days with a worsening headache, stuffy nose and cough stuck with him. His throat is starting to get sore too. He can't remember the last time he felt this bad. He was talking on the phone with Jungkook yesterday and the younger said he sounded sick. It's becoming noticeable apparently..
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Taehyung is normally amazing at doing photoshoots. Anything he wears, any way he poses, it's flawless. The photographers absolutely love working with him and he enjoys every minute with the camera. But today he's lagging with taking photos too. He hates that he has to stand for hours and the jackets and other layers they're having him wear feel too hot. Staff are now asking him if he's okay every once in awhile. That's not a good sign. It takes him a great deal of effort just to stand up straight and maintain a normal face. His makeup artist noticed he was sweating and looked sickly. "You're okay to do this today?" she asked concerned.
"Mhm, I am" Taehyung replies, running hands down his legs anxiously. These pants feel too hot as well. He just wants to get it done with.
Taehyung goes two hours into it and he's exhausted. He keeps stifling a yawn and his back is getting sore. "It's almost done.." he quietly says to himself. The flashes are making his headache worse. Taehyung feels like he's fighting for his life. The last part of it wraps up within an hour but it felt like three hours. Taehyung can't hold on anymore. He couldn't stop coughing when he got home and he changed and crawled straight to bed, thinking of how he's going to tell his manager that he's really ill and pretty sure it's a flu virus.
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Taehyung lies in bed with a high fever and a wet cloth over his forehead. This flu has him knocked off his feet, even just turning in bed hurts. He closes his eyes and runs a hand down his face, sighing deeply. He barely has the energy to get out of bed to use the bathroom.
Jungkook gives him a new wet cloth to put on his forehead to help bring his fever down. He also makes sure he has a full glass of cold water on his bedside.
"Hey hyung, how are you feeling?" the maknae asks softly.
"Wanna sleep.. but my nose and head feel too stuffy" Taehyung answers feebly. Jungkook feels so bad for Taehyung, it's extremely frustrating when you can't sleep with a plugged nose.
"It's okay hyung, I'll see what medicine we have to help with that. Then hopefully you can sleep better."
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Taehyung slept for what felt like forever. His bed feels like heaven and he feels like he can sleep through a whole season.
Taehyung updated fans online about his health. He felt so loved reading all the supportive comments from armys wishing him well. He can't wait to be completely recovered and for army to see his major project starting next week. He yawns and puts his phone down, hibernating in the blankets. Jungkook comes to check on him again and finds him sleeping peacefully. He smiles and pulls the blanket over him a little more.
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I want to make a masterlist but stumped on how I should do it 😅🤔
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Your stories are so cute 💜💜💜
Thank you anon you brightened up my day! 💜🥺💜
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