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Killer Queen

Chapter Six: all-american bitch

Warnings: gore, violence, ben being ben (old), swearing, 18+ themes.

Word Count: 1.8k

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Walking the halls of Vought felt like a fucking fever dream for Ben. The tower still had the same amount of floors, but it had changed radically. Cleaner floors, screens, and lights were everywhere that it almost made his head hurt. Almost.

His boots were heavy against the clean, marble floors. He put on a fake smile as he walked past a few employees, well, a lot of employees. If Ben was in his “civilian” clothes, they probably wouldn't have batted an eye, however, he wasn't. He wore his Supe suit—minus the helmet, he always thought the redesign of it looked a little stupid.

Ben simply waltzed right into Stan Edgar's office. He timed his entrance just right, no one else was in the room. That was by design.

“Ah, Soldier Boy.” Edgar sat at his desk, a surprised yet, at the same time, unsurprised look in his eyes. “Or should I say Ben?”

Ben's jaw ticked as he stared at Edgar. Just being in that man's presence was annoying, just like it was back in ‘84. Fuckin’ corporate douchebags. Now, Edgar was Vought, back then he was more of a handler or whatever the fuck.

“I'm here to… get some of what I deserve.” He said truthfully, eyes narrowed and cold as he stared at Edgar.

Every single last person involved with Ben's disappearance was dead. Either killed by him or dead due to old age. Everyone except for Mr. Vought himself.

Edgar chuckled softly. “I'm sure you are.” He glanced off to the side of his desk.

“You think you gonna pop my head open? Fat chance.” Ben chuckled softly. A flash of fear finally showed in Edgar's eyes. It felt good to see that. “Don't worry, she's being taken care of real nice.” He winked, a sinister smile on his face.

Being with Amber had been a rollercoaster. He nearly envied her abilities. Her resilience. Her need to help him. And she did help him.

Except, he was the only Supe that could take away a Supe’s powers with a single blast. Rendering him nearly invincible, which went to his head a little. He was a clear threat to Vought and everything it was about. It wasn't about promoting the safety and happiness and prosperity of others, it was about dominating ideals. The company made money simply off of the public thinking it needed Supes.

Ben had known that forever. He was the first Supe after all.

“Your girlfriend will not survive if you so much as touch a hair on her head.” Edgar stood abruptly.

Ben cocked an eyebrow at Edgar, impressed that the man thought anyone had a chance against Amber. “What makes you think you could touch her?” He took a step forward, setting his palms on Edgar's desk. “Better yet, what makes you think you'll be stepping outside this room alive to see your daughter again? Hm? After the shit you've done to me? Fuck no.”

In a building nearby, Eden, Amber, and most of the Boys were camped out and listening in on Ben and Edgar’s conversation. After Ben finished his words, Amber cut the sound.

Butched glanced at her, confused. “What in the Sam-Hell?”

“Do you want to hear a man getting his guts torn from his body?” Amber countered with a cock of her eyebrow. Hughie cringed at the thought and shook his head. Butcher just shrugged. “That's what I thought.”

Eden sat back in her swivel chair and hummed a little. “I mean, he's definitely getting what he deserves.”

“But what's the plan after this? Killing the CEO won't change much. You didn't really fill us in.” Annie looked at Butcher and Amber. Out of everyone in the Boys, she was the most morally good one, meaning killing someone—as bad as they might be—wasn’t something that pleased her in the slightest.

Eden glanced at Amber, who answered, “Eden will hack everything off of Vought’s servers and hand it over to the proper authorities—namely Grace Mallory.”

“Hey! Douchebags! How the hell am I supposed to use this thing?” Ben's voice filtered back into the room. He glanced over at the decimated heap that was once Stan Edgar. He didn't seem so scary after pounded into a bag of flesh and blood.

He shook his head, that didn't matter at the moment. What mattered was finding the right hole for this… what did Eden call it? Hacking stick? Amber called it something else… USB stick! That's what it was.

“Look at the edge of the computer screen for a rectangular hole and put it in.” Eden explained.

Amber let out a small laugh, “That sounded horrible.”

Ben gripped the monitor, jerking it to the side to see the different ports. He jammed the USB into one of them and pursed his lips. Something was definitely happening. “What now?”

“You see that loading bar?” Eden asked. He made a noise of recognition at the blue bar that was slowly filling. “Wait until it's 100% complete, it should only take a few minutes.”

Ben hummed a little as he watched it. Then he realized he had a fuck ton of blood on his hands, some even on his face as he could partly see his reflection in the monitor. He wiped at his face, smearing a little of the blood. Thankfully, he caught a few napkins at the side of the desk and wiped his face and hands quickly.

Once the bar was full, it completely disappeared. He was still incredibly confused as to how modern technology worked but, if Amber trusted Eden, he would too. “Everything good?” He asked as he grabbed the USB back from its port.

“More than good, mate.” Butcher answered this time, a smug air to his voice.

“Now, get the fuck outta there.” Amber ordered before her voice softened, “Please?”

Ben pocketed the USB and left the office, not minding how an assistant or something would probably find Edgar's body. A lot of people who worked at Vought were bad people, maybe they weren't when they first joined, but they would eventually become similar to Edgar. Horrible for the sake of glory and profit. Ben knew he was like that once too.

Once.

He could still feel his sins crawling on his back but, god, he was trying. Trying to be good. For Amber. For himself, too.

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Weeks have passed since Vought's downfall and subsequently, many more laws have been passed to monitor Supes. They were on their own now, no company trying to cover up any wrongdoing or casualties. It felt… better. And scarier for a lot of Supes who decided to fuck around for so long. Now, they were going to find out what happened when they were so careless. Consequences. Like they deserved.

Seeing as the Soldier Boy was part of Vought's downfall garnered a lot of attention. A lot of people wanting to know more, asking questions.

Once things started to settle down, that's when Mallory advised to answer questions. But she also wanted Amber to be there too… just to wrangle him in case he said too much. Amber wasn't exactly sure why, Ben had media training all the way back in the fifties, maybe even earlier than that.

“So, Soldier Boy!” A reporter called out to him. “You represent good-ole American Family values, what do you think of America nowadays?”

Ben cocked an eyebrow at the question and plastered a smile on his face. “Well, it's certainly different. I mean, I didn't know what GPS was until a few months ago. Or who Cardi B was.” He forced a chuckle.

“But what do you think about the state of America? The gay trend?” The reporter pried further.

Ben took a few moments to keep from answering, looking at the reporter with a blank stare. Years ago, he probably would've said some ignorant shit but not today. Especially since he could hear the ringing of a bell in his head. “Well, I think gay people, whether it's a trend or not, should be treated fairly under the law as all people should. Y'know, life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness and all that shit.”

“Is that what you really think?” The other man kept trying to get some sort of reaction out of Ben.

So he let him get what he wanted. The bell rang louder. Ben grabbed the voice recorder and spoke into it directly. “My girlfriend has a dick and I like it in my mouth, so yes I believe queer people should be allowed all the fuckin’ freedoms non-queer people do.” His smile was poisonous as he looked at the reporter. He pushed the recorder back into his hands and walked away.

Half the time, Ben wondered why he even bothered with all this. The media and all the shit it came with, but he did sign up for those Vought trials. And it worked. Worked so well he was practically invincible.

“Do you really like my dick in your mouth?” Amber's arms were crossed, he was leaning against the wall as Ben walked to the back of the building.

Ben glanced to the side before he pulled Amber close and kissed her deeply. She immediately wrapped her arms around his waist while he buried a hand in her hair, messing it up in his favorite ways. Amber always found a way to take over him, even if it was an action he started. He was slammed against the wall as Amber deepened the kiss more, his breath knocked out of his lungs for a moment.

He pushed Amber away slightly. He knew what he looked like. Pathetic. With flushed cheeks, pleading eyes, and red lips. “Does that answer your question?” He breathed.

Amber let out an amused noise and raised an eyebrow at him. “Sure.” She paused, then took a breath, “I'm proud of you for not completely losing your cool there.” She whispered.

“Yeah, well, that motherfucker deserved worse.” Ben grumbled.

Amber shrugged and nodded with a light laugh. “Yeah, probably. But it wouldn't look good for you.” She pointed out softly. “Even if it would be satisfying.”

It was weird to think about just how much Ben had changed because of Amber. Emotionally, he was more open, though he was still working on that with people who weren't Amber. He didn't resort to violence as much, although there were some exceptions. Like Edgar. Not to mention, his ideals have changed. He didn't focus so much on himself anymore but started to care about others and the things that meant the world to them too.

“C'mon, Eden is making spaghetti and meatballs to celebrate.” Amber gave Ben a light smile, lowering a hand to hold his.

Ben simply nodded and followed her to the car.

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tsuki-sennin · 1 year

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To the big dumb maze we go! A very interesting variety of games this time around. I rather like the idea of the labyrinth. Embracing the roguelike image we've got with a battle royale bend? I mean, I'd play it...

Still though, what awaits Ukiyo Ace at the finish line? What sinister plots await in the shadows?

The DGP Scheme Game may soon reach a Fever Pitch! Despite a rough start, our current five will see this through to the end! Remember Riders, past and present! If you don't fight, you don't survive! ...huh... wonder where that came from, hmm~?

...anyways, Spoilers, I guess...

-Y'know Tsumuri, I'm pretty sure there were a hell of a lot more people than six. ...though then again, considering the sorry performance Letter had, I can't imagine we had much better.

-Ah, yep, understandably still quite miffed.

-Breakfast :)

-So, those kanji were just kinda... hangin' there, huh?

-Oh come now, he just wants a job! Movie stardom can't pay all the bills

-"Punkjack. Kill him."

-I see Tsumuri cares very much about the rules.

-Ah, yep~! There it is~! Gotten too big for you to control, huh Papa Giroli?

-Keiwa-kun! Is there a Merry sheep attatching itself on your soul?

-Don't encourage gacha addiction! What the fuck guys?

-Oh shit, here we go!

-Neon-san...

-Yeah, you tell her, Dad!

-...not that I think you're a good guy or anything, but anything to get Neon outta there.

-Ah, so you're the one calling him out, huh?

-Ohhhhhhhh, management is holding your mom hostage, huh Ace?

-Goddamn ringtone.

-Gather round, folks! It's time to play!

-I see Punkjack's getting along with Grandpa Keilow.

-Very epic fall shot.

-In the Jamato Hole.

-Oh fuck, it's Keiwa.

-...is that a Christmas reef collar?

-Oh, shit, it's an escort mission!

-Every gamer's favorite!

-That kid went from having the shittiest day ever to the best day ever.

-Azuma hjlklhglj

-Welp, Keiwa, this is the guy they got to replace you!

-Ah fuck, Win's layin' down the moves.

-Can't leave.

-Alright, Cipher time!

-Jyamato Maids?

-Oh shit, Lovelica's the mastermind.

-Time to boost on through, I guess!

-HENSHIN

-Ah fuck, Rider Troops so soon? Shit man, we're in big trouble now!

-Agony

-"Imma borrow this"

-Beat! And! Boost!

-Oh goddammit airhorn.

-Well, this sucks.

-Bonk!

-Man, the Jamato... I didn't think too much of them before, but they're horrifying creatures once we get down to it.

-The Game Master. ...you were everywhere on the cringe side of YouTube a few years ago. You did however star in one of my favorite Danny Gonzalez videos, so I guess I give you a pass.

-Poor dude's horrified.

-Riders. Good luck.

-Oh very smart Mr. Game Master. Just drop 'em in for anybody to pick up.

-Good job, Giroli. You done fucked up big time.

-Ohhhh...

-That's a garden.

-I never expected plants to come back so hard from Gaim, but...

-I see this old fella here is our new villain!

-Our package has arrived.

-I seeeee...

-Oh shit, no time to think about Kurama, the violence is beginning!

-Oh fuck, the slots.

-Okay, we cheated!

-Excuse you, Hareruya, she's his older sister. Get it right, man.

-Azuma just comes right in, sayin' "Heeeeey, I'm the one who's supposed to murder Geats!"

-"C'mon sonny, it's way too early for you to quit!"

-Ohhhhh... that's... very terrifying. Just... being made to give up.

-Natural Order?

-Ohhhhh, Keilow's gonna kick ass.

-Grandpa...

-Once again, a bird guy fought for the sake of someone far younger and paid dearly for doing the right thing.

-My man fought...

-GOLDEN FEVER!

-Believe and luck will find you!

-Boooom!

-Goddamn!

-I love these freeze frame shots so much.

-THERE IT IS!

-The Boostriker!

-Golden Fever Victory!

-Ah, ending with a Bike Hammer!

-Fuck

-Up we go!

-Oh shit, Jyamato.

-We're finding that there password next time.

-Keiwa, let's gooooo!

-Oh shit, two guns, huh Ace? Double shot.

-Let's gooooo!

#kamen rider #kamen rider geats #kr geats #geats spoilers #the world's next round: trick shot of desire for the grand victory

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some-messed-up-writing-for-you · 3 years

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"Can you write one where Hero is in an abusive/toxic relationship with SuperHero but thinking it's normal while Villain is worried and tries to get them out of the said relationship? (also Villain does have feelings for Hero in this)"

Request #7

Warning: toxic/abusive relationship, physical & mental abuse.

This was a fun one! Definitely gotta write a part two later!

Enjoy! ^_^

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"Boss, we're in." - one of Villain's subordinates called from the side as they and a group of others operated the new spy drones the villain had recently got their hands on. The machines were tiny, smaller than a fingernail, and could be easily mistaken for an insect. Equipped with the best cameras around, they allowed Villain to easily snoop for information.

And what better first target to try them out on than Hero? Their hero, their nemesis. They would never admit it out loud, but Villain quite enjoyed the battles the two shared. Perhaps even a bit too much...

"Perfect!" - the villain exclaimed from their chair, excited grin adorning their face, "Let's see what we can find~."

The camera feed came to life on the giant monitor before them, and the sight that greeted them... made their stomach twist into a thousand knots.

"S-SuperHero, please! I-I'm sorry!" - Hero begged, lying on the floor of what appeared to be a bedroom. Their upper body was exposed, skin bruised in so many places Villain couldn't keep count.

SuperHero stood over them, hands clenching and power crackling in the air around them. They looked just about ready to murder the other hero.

Murder? The thought made Villain's heart grip with worry. But why should the villain care? They wanted their nemesis gone, didn't they?

No, they didn't. They knew that they didn't.

"I told you not to fuck this up, and what did you do?" - the superhero growled out, their anger unlike anything Villain had ever seen from them before.

"YOU FUCKED IT UP!" - SuperHero yelled, grabbing Hero and throwing them across the room and into a wall. A pained cry left them, and they could only whimper as their body sunk to the floor. The hero didn't dare get up as the other approached them once more.

"VILLAIN FUCKING GOT AWAY AGAIN!" - a kick to their stomach made Hero cry out in pain a second time. SuperHero grabbed them by the hair and pulled them closer, screaming directly in their face, "ALL BECAUSE YOU'RE SUCH A WORTHLESS FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING RIGHT!"

Hero was tossed once more, every part of them screaming in agony. They shook in terror as the superhero moved closer yet again. Their muscles tensed as SuperHero's form loomed over them. Hero prepared for their punishment to continue, for the pain to keep on coming.

Only for their partner to pass by them and go out the door, slamming it shut. The familiar click of a door locking entered the hero's ears as they released a shaky breath.

Villain sat there, frozen. Out of everything they had expected to see, this was not on the list. Weren't these two in a relationship?! Weren't they supposed to- to love each other or something?!

Hero's sobs and sniffles echoed across their lair as the villain silently watched their broken form curl up on the hard floor. Their gaze grew dark at the sight, a tinge of worry drowning in their rage.

"Cut the feed." - Villain said sternly after a moment, voice devoid of emotion. They stood from their chair and immediately went for the door.

"B-Boss, wait! Where are you-" - one of the henchmen tried but cut themself off as their employer turned around. The look in the villain's eyes made their blood run cold. Villain was never a bad boss by any means, as they never hurt or threatened their employees.

But that look... It made everyone in the room tense up. It was like locking gazes with a hungry predator, and it made the henchmen feel like prey. It made them realize...

Villain was out for blood.

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Hero had been lying on the floor for what felt like hours, and it probably was. They had run out of tears a while ago now. They wanted to move but couldn't bring themself to. Everything just hurt so much. Even breathing was a struggle.

At least the cold floor helped numb some of their pain, but still... Hero knew they deserved this...

They let Villain get away again. They should've captured the criminal, but they failed. They failed like they always do. Hero was such a waste of space. Why was SuperHero even still with them? Hero was truly nothing but a burden on their partner. They always had to take care of Hero, always had to waste their time and remind them how pathetic they were. SuperHero was too good for them. They deserved better than Hero. They should just leave them already. They should get rid of Hero. They should-

The door unlocked.

The hero tensed up, curling up into a tight ball, preparing for the pain as the door was opened, and a pair of footsteps slowly approached them. The person walked in front of them and kneeled down to their level. Hero's breathing grew shakier with each passing second. Why was nothing happening?!

They were about to beg, but before a single word could leave them, they cringed as a hand landed on their head.

Hero was prepared for that hand to roughly grab them, to pull them up by their hair, to hurt them. In their terror, they failed to realize that the stranger was gently petting them, their fingers running through their hair. Only when they spoke did Hero's mind register what was happening.

"Hero?" - came a hushed whisper. That voice... Hero knew that voice. It... It was...

"V-Villain..?" - the hero mewled, voice broken and hoarse. Confusion overtook their eyes as they continued, "W-What are you... doing here..?"

"Shh, it's okay. I'm here to get you out of here." - the villain comforted them or tried to anyway. Their response seemed to have only terrified Hero that much more, their eyes widening with fear.

"B-But- But SuperHero..." - Hero whimpered, their body shaking once more. The villain hushed them again and gently picked them up in a bridal carry. Villain noticed how the other shuddered from their touch but snuggled into their chest nonetheless, their arms loosely wrapping around the villain's neck.

"So terrified of contact... and yet so desperate for it..." - Villain thought to themself, pity making their chest ache. Even they weren't this lonely! And for the hero to be like this... For their Hero to be so ruined...

It was unacceptable.

Villain swore that they would make sure Hero knew what real love and care looked like. They would show them how a real relationship worked.

They would make sure SuperHero paid for this.

Returning to reality, the villain insured that they had a good grip on their hero and walked out of the room. They moved with haste through Hero's house, as they had no time to spare. In their earlier fury and concern, all logic had left them. Villain had just rushed over to save the hero, without even considering that SuperHero might still be lurking around.

"Gah! Why is this house so damn big?!" - the villain thought to themself as they turned another corner, concern starting to eat away at them. They could technically just fly out the window with the help of their powers, but they wanted to avoid drawing attention. The streets were littered with people and other heroes, and Villain would have an advantage if nobody saw them stealing the hero away. Sneaking in here was already hard enough, but now they needed to get out before-

"You... YOU..."

-SuperHero saw them. As Hero's 'partner' began to charge straight at them down the long hall Villain froze at their enraged gaze, but their hero's shaky grip on their shoulders brought them back into reality.

The villain turned on their heel, and just as the superhero's hand brushed against their back, as the air around them crackled from SuperHero's anger, they summoned their power and jumped into the air. They flew through the house, speeding like their life depended on it.

Because, well, it did. Not just Villain's life... but their hero's life as well.

Flying around the inside of a building was already difficult enough, but doing it while panicking and carrying someone in their arms? It was a nightmare, but Villain was determined. They were determined to never let SuperHero lay another finger on Hero.

As Villain turned another sharp corner, they nearly crashed into the wall, barely catching themself just in time. As they regained their bearings, a giant window greeted them at the end of the hall, and seeing as they have already been spotted, Villain decided to just go for it.

They bolted for the window, tightened their grip on Hero, and, at the last second, twisted their body around midair. They winced as they crashed through the glass with their back, shielding the hero from the sharp shards.

As blood dripped from their fresh wounds, the villain ignored the pain and dashed up into the sky, hiding amidst the dark clouds looming over the city. Once they were out of sight, they headed straight for their lair, never looking back.

Meanwhile, down on the ground, SuperHero looked up into the sky where the two had just disappeared, a tiny disabled drone sitting in their hand that they could barely stop themself from breaking into pieces.

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Hero groaned as they awakened from their slumber. At some point during their and Villain's escape, they had passed out. The hero vaguely remembered the villain taking them high up into the clouds and nothing else past that. They tried to open their eyes and take in their surroundings but only managed to whine as their head exploded with pain.

The hero felt like they were burning up, it was just so hot for some reason. They have been feeling rather sickly the past few days, so perhaps they were running a fever? They tried to pry their eyes open once more but stopped as something gently landed on their forehead and made them flinch out of reflex.

They whimpered as a hand touched their head, petting their hair. However, a familiar hushing sound brought some of their senses back. They finally recognized the coolness on their brow as a wet cloth. And that hand and voice, it was unmistakable.

"V..Vill..ain...?" - the hero tried but only ended up getting themself into a coughing fit. Their throat felt drier than a desert, with some cactus spikes scratching at it as a bonus.

As if their mind was being read, a cup of water was brought to their lips. The hand from before carefully lifting their head so that they could drink. Hero swallowed every drop of the precious liquid, the pain in their throat easing as their head was laid back down.

Finally, albeit with some difficulty, they managed to blearily open their eyes, blinking a few times to adjust their vision. They were lying in a soft bed of what appeared to be a guest bedroom, a fluffy blanket covering their still naked torso. Looking up, Hero was met with the concerned face of Villain.

"Wait... Con...cerned...?" - they pondered, why would their nemesis be worried about them...? And now that they thought about it more... Why...

"Why... d...did...you...?"

"Someone had to get you out of there." - Villain cut in, wanting to spare Hero's throat the struggle. "And before you ask how I even knew you needed help, I happened to be... ah... spying on you at the time."

"H...Help...?" - the hero voiced their confusion, completely ignoring - or perhaps not registering - the 'spying' part as their eyebrows slightly furrowed, "I... didn't need... help..."

Villain frowned at their words. Hero could see the concern on the other's face growing even more as they voiced their own confusion, "What do you mean you 'didn't need help'? They were hurting you."

"No... That's... normal... They were just... trying to... help... me... be better..." - Hero muttered out, they thought this would clear things up, but their explanation seemed to only upset the villain more.

"Hero, that's not- Partners aren't supposed to hurt each other! That's not helping in the slightest!" - in their momentary anger Villain raised their voice too much, and regret immediately flooded them as they watched the hero flinch and cower away from them, fresh tears making their eyes glossy.

"No, Hero- I-" - the villain tried hastily but stopped themself, seeing as their sudden movements only rattled the poor hero even more. Instead, they took in a small breath, did their best to relax their tense posture, and slowed down, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you like that. I..."

"P-Please don't be angry..." - the hero whined, scared the villain would suddenly do a one-eighty and hit them. However, to Hero's confusion, Villain's face was only decorated with pain and concern, no anger or rage to be seen. They weakly gripped the blanket covering them in their nerves.

In a hushed whisper, the villain responded, "No, I'm- I'm not angry with you." They gently took hold of one of Hero's hands and did their best to comfort them, "It's okay. I promise I'm not angry with you. Nobody here will hurt you, I promise. You're safe here."

As Villain left a small kiss on their knuckles, Hero watched them, still rather unconvinced, "B-But if you're not angry... T-Then why did you y-yell?" - they whimpered, the sound twisting the other's heart even more.

"I am angry, but not with you, Hero." - the villain's words only confused the hero even more. If Villain wasn't mad at them, then... then at who? Hero was the one who messed everything up all the time!

"I'm angry with SuperHero. They hurt you. They hurt you, and you don't even realize it..."

"B-But..." - Hero tried to argue, but Villain gently hushed them again, putting their hand back down.

"For now, just get some more rest, okay? And when you wake up, I'll have some food ready for you so you can eat."

Hero wanted to protest but found that they were too exhausted to even try. They only whined tiredly as Villain gently flipped the cloth on their forehead over, refreshing coolness spreading through their head once more. And combined with the villain softly petting their head, Hero was out like a light within moments.

Villain stayed like that for a few minutes, watching the hero sleep. Their gaze grew fond as they observed the slow rise and fall of the other's chest. Soon, however, they retreated out of the room, letting their rage overtake their features. They were well aware that SuperHero would come and find them. So, they had no time to waste. The villain had to prepare.

They had to be ready to protect their Hero.

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kpopsickies · 3 years

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heyy, could you pls write about stomach sick jungwoo and johnny and somebody else from nct (anybody) taking care of him?? but please no vomiting or toilet stuff tysmm!

Sickie: Jungwoo

caretaker: Johnny, Haechan

warnings: fever, a few brief mentions of nausea

Jungwoo p.o.v

*after a live stage for sticker*

Why am I so cold? The lights from the stage are so bright. My eyes hurt, I'm dizzy, oh shit I need to smile, ugh darn ending fairies

FINALLY the cameras stopped recording. "good job guys" Taeyong hyung said as half of us collapse/flopped down after cameras turned off.

"are we done yet, I'm tired" Haechan half-whined. "yes, we're done-"

"FINALLY!!!" I winced at his loud voice, feeling like it shook my brain. "lets go get food I'm hungry"

"sounds good to me"

"I just want to go back to the dorm and sleep"

"I'm all up for going back to the dorm"

"I have some work to do at the studio"

"yeah, me too, I have some choreo I want to work on"

After about 15 minutes of discussion and planning it ended up as Taeyong, Winwin, Doyoung, Yuta and Taeil going to the studio. Johnny, Haechan and Mark were going to eat, and Jaehyun had a meeting with his manager. I just wanted to go to sleep, Haechan wanted me to join them but I was tired and my stomach was starting to cramp so I turned down the offer.

I didn't enjoy going back to the dorm because that meant being on a bus and I was beginning to feel nauseous. I half-dragged myself to my room and collapsed on my bed. My stomach cramping badly. I whimpered softly curling up holding my pillow to my stomach. just take a few breaths and go to sleep I whispered softly cringing at the aches, as I slowly fell into a restless, painful sleep.

-meanwhile-

Johnny p.o.v

"I can't believe Mark ditched us to hand out with Baekyun and Kai"

"are you honestly surprised?"

"not really no"

"what do you want to do?"

"go back to the dorm?"

"sure why not, I think Jungwoo hyung went back, maybe he'll want to play a game or watch a movie or something."

"sounds good to me, let's go"

We got back to the dorm and were surprised that it was so quiet, I kind of expected the tv to be on. "Where is he?"

"maybe he went out because he was bored?"

"I could call him"

"I'm gonna check in his room first, maybe he's in there"

"good idea"

Haechan p.o.v

as I got closer to his room I hear a quiet sound, almost like crying or whimpering.

"hyung, a-are you okay" I say softly opening the door. as the door pushed open I was shocked to see Jungwoo hyung curled up in a ball crying, holding a pillow tightly to his chest. I walk over to him quietly and placed my hand on his back. I felt him flinch away. “Hyung?”

‘go-way” he mutters, his breath hitching over a sob. “hyung, what’s wrong”

“i’m’k” He mutters, his voice barely audible, especially with the soft sobs racking his body. “hyung, I think you have a fever”

“I know, I’m so cold, achy, my stomach is killing me, and my head is pounding”

“did you take anything?”

“not ‘ungry, might vomit if eat anything, don’ wanna take on empty stomach” He continues to mutter. “hyung, I can barely understand you, take a few deep breaths” I say gently rubbing up and down his back. the only response I receive is a whimper. “Hyung, I think you should eat something small, that way you can take some medication for your head and stomach, it will most likely help.”

“I don’t wanna”

“hyung please”

“Noooooooo” he whines “hyung I’m serious”

“no” he says clearly getting annoyed. I feel guilty, I don’t want my hyungs mad at me. “I’ll be back” I say softly, leaving to find Johnny, he is older, and bigger, and stronger, so if we need to drag Jungwoo downstairs Johnny hyung most likely could drag him.

“hyung”

“oh hey haechan, you startled me, Is Jungwoo here?”

“yeah... but he’s sick”

“he’s sick? Why didn’t he say anything?”

“I don’t know, he says his stomach and head hurt but he won’t eat something and he can’t take medicine on an empty stomach, and I was thinking, maybe, you could use your hyung status to force him to eat something small, because I kind of think, this morning he ate, but not a lot, he just ate a piece of toast, and then we had a performance, which always makes me tired and hungry, so i think, I mean he does have a fever, but like I also think part of the reason his stomach hurts is because of his hunger, maybe” I trail off at the last part, realizing I had been kind of rambling. “It’s a good theory, I’ll have him eat something, do we have any crackers?”

“I’m sure we do somewhere”

“could you go look while I go talk to him”

“ok” I say as I walk off, secretly happy that I wasn’t the one who would be dealing with the grumpy sickie.

Jungwoo p.o.v

“Jungwoo, Haechan told me you were being difficult, why are you being mean to the maknae.” I heard Johnny say as I felt a weight dip onto the bed, “not trying to” I say softly, feeling guilty. “are you okay?”

“not really, I don’t feel that great”

“what doesn’t feel good?”

“my head and stomach”

“are you hungry?”

“I don’t want to eat”

“but are you hungry?”

“y-yeah”

“how about you try some crackers, and then you can take some medicine. Then you might be able to sleep better if the pain is less”

“ok, ummm.... Is Haechan mad at me?” I ask feeling bad for the way I had snapped at him earlier. “he’s not mad, but i think he was a bit shocked by how short you were with him, and I think he felt bad”

“oh” I felt even more guilty. I heard a soft knock on my door. I heard Johnny tell them to come in, and Haechan walked in with a small tray of crackers and a bowl of ramen. “how are you feeling hyung?”

“ok, my stomach hurts”

“I’m sorry hyung, that’s not fun” he said as he set the tray down. He gently place his hand on my forehead, I subconsciously leaned into his touch, wanting any sort of comfort, “I think your “fever” from earlier was actually from overheating from the stage lights, which I think caused your headache, and I think you’re dehydrated, how much water ave you drank today?”

“none”

“that’s probably why your head hurts”

“so you haven’t eaten or drank anything all day?”

“I had toast!”

“you didn’t even finish it”

“but still....”

“hyung, you need to be careful, if you got too dehydrated you could end up in the hospital, and if you don’t eat you could get sick! You need to take care of yourself” Haechan says sitting on the bed in front of me, his tone half-concerned, half-scolding. “you eat the soup, I’ll get water, and then we’ll see how you feel” Johnny hyung said as he slowly stood up.

After eating, and drinking so much water I thought I was going to drown, I fell asleep my head on Johnny’s shoulder, feeling so much better, sometimes I really should listen to my members.

I (j)hope you enjoyed =)

#nct #nct sickfic #nct sick #kpop sickfic #kpop sick #idol sickfic

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mammonology · 4 years

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In sickness ⟨Lucifer, Asmodeus and Simeon⟩

ೃ⁀➷When Lucifer, Asmodeus and Simeon's S/O gets sick

✐WC;630

✐A/N; I felt sick today so why not some fluffy headcanons? Enjoy!

༊*·˚Like my writing? Consider donating to my Kofi (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧

— [♡] ;𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫

✎He told you not to play out in the rain but you just had to be stubborn and play in it anyway

❝I won't say I told you so but, I told you so❞

✎He didn't know your body was that fragile that a little bit of rain can get you sick

✎He doesn't know which medicines to buy a human so he just buys all of them, including some snacks

✎He probably enters your room with a face mask and gloves cause he doesn't wanna get ✨infected✨

✎He would tell his brothers not to make a huge ruckus as you were going down with a fever, your temperature was hot and you had a massive headache

✎At that point he would just research about humans anatomy as much as possible, he would also make you soup 🥺

✎Is very gentle when it comes to taking care of you. He changes your wet towel every once and in a while, keeps you nice and tucked in

✎You would one day wake up to him sleeping beside you, his head on the side of your bed as his gloved hand holds yours. He truly looked like an angel, you just had to take a picture to tease him later~

— [♡] ;𝐀𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐮𝐬

✎Very! Caring!

✎But! He's another one to wear a mask and be extra protective of himself as he doesn't want to get your germs on him 💅✨

✎But that doesn't mean he won't tend to you, he'll just do it with extra precaution

✎He would definitely update you to the latest tea at school, since you might have to miss it for a whole week, Lucifer's orders

❝Yeah there was this witch that got in trouble cause she tried hexxing the teacher, ugh her audacity❞

✎Brings you all your homework, he will help you though! Maybe even when you can't lift your pencil up he would do the whole homework for you

✎Even when you're sick his flirting does not tone down a bit, he thinks you can still put up with his shenanigans so why not?

✎Whenever you're asleep he would just try to memorize any details you have on your face, your breathing, how your eye-lashes are curled up and just admired you for a while

✎Takes cute pictures of you on bed and posts them on devilgram, the brothers would comment the most stupidest shit but it's entertaining

✎When you get better expect him to ask a lot of favours from you since he 'practically took care' of you, but his favours are usually cuddles or head 🤷🏻‍♀️

— [♡] ;𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧

✎I mean, what can this man do wrong?

✎He's super nice and caring towards you, and even extra caring when you've fallen ill! He makes sure you take your medicines in the right times, he makes you bomb food, he pulls your hair back when throwing up and so much more

❝There you go MC, lay down gently, I'll go grab you some soup!❞

✎Sorry I'm whipped

✎Anyway! He tries to stay with you at all times, but like any other student he needs to go to school, but he texts and calls you whenever he can!

✎Sometimes Solomon would cringe at how lovey dovey Simeon can get with you

✎Brings food from a bakery store, your favourite macarons? Cupcakes? He has it all

✎He doesn't mind getting sick if it means you'll get better, but if you try to treat him like he did to you, he will m e l t

✎But he doesn't really get sick often since he's a healthy angel!

✎Okay to end my simpery, he would leave little kisses on your hands when you sleep, he calls it 'Angel's healing kisses' it's just an excuse to be extra fluffy ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

✧Lumi

#obey me #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me lucifer #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me asmodeus #obey me simeon #obey me fluff

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sicjimin · 3 years

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Hello! another attempt from me to make a fic on my own. and Yes, i'm a sucker for Yoonjin so .. here we go? Hope you like it 😺

— Alternate Universe story 🌌

Summary: Yoongi rarely gets sick but once he catches one, it knocks him badly. Lucky that Seokjin as his workmate and apartment neighbors is there for him

TW : emeto, graphic description of vomiting

Yoongi loves the rain. He loves the sound of the drop of water hitting the window, the cool breeze, and of course, the petrichor.

Yoongi loves the rain, because he can be on his couch, near the window, with a cup of iced americano ( yes, he will drink iced americano even if it's 0 degrees or 35 degrees outside. That's just lifestyle, you know) and maybe reading his new-bought book that he's been ditching since he's occupied with his job.

But Yoongi can hate rain too, when it poured out of nowhere, especially when he just a few blocks away from his office, without an umbrella in his hand. He should've taken a little precaution to bring the damn umbrella with him when he noticed that the sky was a little bit darker for 8 AM.

'Ah, fuck it. Just a few meters again' He thought. So, he runs.

He made it to the office, a little bit drenched and out of breath. He walks to his cubicles while ruffling his hair, trying to make it drier than it is now.

"Did you not dry yourself completely after shower this morning?" Yoongi rolled his eyes when he heard that sentence out of his workmate slash his apartment neighbors too, Seokjin.

"I've been come into this office every morning after shower, and completely dry. What makes you think I won't completely making myself dry this morning too?"

Seokjin giggles at the remarks. "Well, you look like someone just accidentally throws a bucket of water at you. But I choose other quite good scenarios that my mind can think of"

"How about you change the scenarios to I'm drenched because it's raining outside?"

"Oh... it's raining?" Seokjin turns his head to the window and mouthed an 'O'. Not his fault for not knowing that it's raining outside because the sound of rain is lost from the air conditioner sounds. He looks at Yoongi again that now busy turned on his computer while slightly shivering. His partner's clothes are completely damped from the rain, and the air conditioner is quite cold too. He's sure Yoongi gonna be sick in few days if he's not changing his clothes now.

"Yoongi-ssi, don't you want to change your clothes? It's quite damped"

Yoongi turns his head to Seokjin, "Um ... I don't have any clothes in my locker. It's okay, it will get dry on its own"

Seokjin doesn't push the younger farther, choosing to back on his computer while making a mental note to check on Yoongi in a few hours.

It's not even an hour when he heard Yoongi ask, "Hyung, can we turn off or make the air conditioner higher? It's cold"

Seokjin turns his head and his eyes go wide. Yoongi is one shade paler than he usually does. He knows the younger is naturally pale but not with flushed cheeks and a little clattering from his teeth. He also can tell that Yoongi is shaking. "Yoongi, are you okay?"

"No no, I'm okay hyung. It's just a little bit cold here"

Yoongi try to muster a weak smile that indicates that he's okay. In fact, he's not. He's not feeling a little bit cold but very very cold. He can tell that he has a fever now. He realized that a combination of damped clothes, wet hair, and the air conditioner is bad. But he can't tell anyone that he's feeling like shit, because there's no use. It's not like he suddenly can go home now. So he just sucks it up and hoping that he could pull this day off even though he barely can focus on what's on his computer now.

He doesn't realize that Seokjin is no longer in his cubicles until he feels a hand on his forehead and a cup of hot tea is on his table now. "Woah, you have a fever Yoongi, here, drink this tea, at least to warm up your body. What else do you feel right now?"

Yoongi feels like his eyes start to glisten with tears. Maybe it's just a fever that makes him emotional but watching Seokjin being so cared of him just-

"Yoongi?" Seokjin voice breaks him from his emotional state. He shakes his head, but that turns into a bad decision because now a slight headache he feels earlier just increased as a thumping sensation on his head, along with his room suddenly tilting. If he's not sitting on his chair, he's sure that he gonna fall right now.

"Just.. cold. and dizzy" That's all he can say.

"Okay, drink this tea while I saved both of our works. Then i will drive you home" Seokjin says while he saved Yoongi's works and tidy up the younger desks. 'But hyung, the boss- '

"The boss is out of town now, it's okay. Don't worry about that"

Yoongi just nods and takes his cup of tea. Sipping on it and he feels a little bit better, absorbing the warmth of it to his cold body. He is too invested in sipping his tea until he is once again startled by Seokjin's appearance. "Ready?"

Yoongi nods again. Seokjin gives him a hoodie, from the scent, he can tell that's Seokjin's. "What is this hyung?", he asks while accepting the hoodie. Deep inside he's aching to wear that hoodie because it feels warm.

"Change your clothes to that, we can't make you use that damped clothes and worsen your fever"

"Okay", Yoongi gets up from his seat, swaying a little. He can feel that his legs are weak but he convinced himself that he can make it to the bathroom to change. But Seokjin apparently is not convinced, "You sure you can go to the bathroom on your own?"

Yoongi can't answer that. Seokjin sighs and held his arm, guided him to the bathroom. Seokjin realize that the younger really gonna fall on his way to the bathroom because now, he's leaning 80% of his weight on Seokjin's.

"Okay, I will wait here"

Yoongi nods and goes into one of the stalls. Yoongi doesn't know that he has nausea settled deep in his stomach. He’d meant to come in to just change his clothes, but once he sees the toilet it’s practically calling him. He doesn’t know how the queasiness overtakes him so quickly but he drops down into a crouch in front of the toilet. His stomach squeezes painfully. He leaned forward and gagged, hard. He burped and brought up a small stream of beige, liquid vomit. He didn’t even have a chance to catch his breath before his stomach contracted again, bringing up a long wave of vomit that splashed into the toilet. His tea and his breakfast earlier are making their way out from his body. He cringed at the acidic taste, which stung his throat and gave Yoongi the next retch, jerking his shoulders forward and sending up a larger stream of vomit. He left panting when he heard Seokjin urgently knocking on the door.

"Yoongi-ah, are you okay? open the door"

But Yoongi is too busy to take a breath as the next wave came hot and thick, sending liquid out of his mouth and nose. Yoongi whimpered, until another stream forced its way up.

"I- I'm okay hyung, don't worry" he croaked roughly, his throat is too tired after all the works. He didn't manage to catch Seokjin's response as he leaned over again and projectile vomited all the liquid and food he’d previously taken in. It met the toilet with such force he knew. Seokjin must have heard it from outside the stalls. He didn’t have time to think about it before he was done in again. He's sure that his stomach is empty now. His throat is aching. He coughs lightly as he flushed the toilet. Making his way out and just go home this second now. If he just feels 60% bad earlier, it's now increasing to 90%.

Outside the stalls, Seokjin exhales the breath he didn't realize been holding the whole time when he heard the flush. He genuinely surprised when he suddenly heard retches from one of the stalls and realized that Yoongi was the one in it. The door opened and his eyes meet Yoongi's cheeks that are flushed and swollen, his eyes watery and a bit red at the rims. His hands are trembling as they rest upon his belly. “Let's go home hyung,” Yoongi says softly, his voice cracking and quiet.

Seokjin just nods and hurrying them both to his car.

"Just sleep Yoongi-ah, I will wake you up when we arrived", Seokjin says as he drives his car out of the building. He only heard a soft hum from Yoongi, the younger is way too tired to make a proper response. He turns on the music softly, just to accompany him along the way to their apartment. Traffic lights away until they reach the apartment, he heard Yoongi stifles a quiet burp and ask "Hyung, do you have any plastic bag?"

Seokjin eyes go wide when he realized the situation.

"Shit, i think i have one in the compartment in front of you"

Yoongi quietly opens it and found one. Seokjin steals a look at the boy beside him. Yoongi clutches the handles of the bag tightly, burying his face inside of the plastic when he feels warmth liquid creeping up his throat, causing him to gag softly over the bag. A clear liquid mixed with bile spills from his mouth. He leaned forward when his stomach squeezed again, making a stream of whatever liquid he didn't know he had on his body out, dripping into the plastic bag.

"Hang on Yoongi, we're almost there", Seokjin says as he speeds up a little. Seokjin can hear the sound of liquid splattering into the bag, it's too audible. He doesn't expect that Yoongi gonna be this sick. Yoongi just nods quietly, head still in deep on his plastic bag as his stomach still spasms every minute, bringing up bile and everything that is left from his stomach.

A few minutes later, they arrived. Seokjin takes the plastic bag from the younger one and guided him to his room. Luckily, Seokjin's and Yoongi's room is beside each other. So there's no hassle for Seokjin when he wants to check up on Yoongi.

"Hyung?"

"Hmm?" Seokjin is way to focused to open the door and get Yoongi to sit on his couch.

"Thanks for taking care of me," Yoongi says softly, his cheeks are more flushed, either it's because his fever increased or because he's embarrassed. Seokjin finally takes a look at the younger and nearly cooed at the sight. Yoongi looks so tiny when he drowns in Seokjin's big hoodie and sits on the couch with his knees up to his chest.

"Aw Yoongi-chi, It's the least I could do, after all, we're partners, either in our office or on this building. So you like it or not, I'm gonna take care of you until you feel better" Seokjin throws a wink.

Yoongi rolled his eyes hearing the nickname, hiding the smile that wants to out.

"So here's what we're gonna do, you are gonna change your clothes to something more comfortable and go to bed while I make you something to eat before you take your medicine"

"Don't you have plans for today?"

"What plans? We are supposed to works today, remember? But since you're sick and dragging me here so there's nothing else that I can do"

Seokjin laughs when he sees Yoongi rolled his eyes for the second time today. Seokjin knew that if it wasn't because Yoongi felt like shit he would bite at Seokjin with another witty remark. Yoongi listened to Seokjin and went to his bedroom, all he wanted was to lay down and sleep for the rest of the day. He smiles softly when he hears clattering of whatever kitchen tools outside his room, maybe he will treat Seokjin a nice lunch or coffee when he feels better.

With that thought, he falls asleep.

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #sick!yoongi #caretaker!seokjin #tw emeto #tw vomit

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featherypromises · 5 years

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Seokjin wasn't going to come out of this unscathed. Featuring sickie Namjoon, a smidgen of Jungkook, and Seokjin. Caretaking with Hoseok, Yoongi, and Seokjin. Minor mess warning!

For the prequel, click the link below.

Do as I say, not as I do (2):

A good hyung

Seokjin woke up. Not in his bed; laying down, but sitting in a rolling desk chair with his upper body stretched out face-down on top of Namjoon's comforter. He must have fallen asleep after putting Joonah to bed.

The leader of BTS was still fast asleep. His mouth hung open, allowing quiet, congested snores to escape. He was also blissfully unaware of his audience of one.

Remembering why he had been in the room in the first place, the older man reached over to gently place the back of his hand against Namjoon's forehead. The sleeping boy was still a bit warm, but definitely not as bad as he had been last night. The oldest member sighed tiredly and stretched. His back ached from the awkward way he had slept, but as long as Joon was okay, it was worth it.

Getting up quietly to avoid waking his dongsaeng, the taller man left the room, closing the door behind him. He could hear voices and commotion downstairs, so the others were probably up. He tried in vain to flatten and smooth his flyaway hair as he headed towards the kitchen.

Hobi was in the kitchen, preparing vegetables and chattering away at Yoongi, who, in his hyung's absence had started breakfast… Or lunch? Was it really 11:30 already?

The maknae line was in a row on the sofa, looking like living representations of "see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil" and they were oblivious to how cute it looked. Tae was holding the sides of his head, being aegyo. He had just trounced Jimin thoroughly in a video game and the defeated Jimin was covering his eyes in utter disbelief at the upset of his victory. Poor Kookie, looking only half-awake, held a tissue over his nose and mouth with both hands, blowing his much abused nose softly. Seokjin watched them, entertained, as the younger members teased each other and squabbled amongst themselves.

The oldest rapper turned to place the cooking pot into the sink and saw his hyung and what he was looking at. Immediately, Yoongi poked Hoseok and jerked his thumb towards the young vocalists. They shared a smile before turning to Seokjin.

"Morning Hyung!" Said Hobi brightly.

"Barely…" Yoongi added, "Where's Joonah?"

"Sick…" admitted the older man with a sigh, "I think he caught it from Kookie, but… well, you know Namjoonah never does anything halfway."

Yoongi muttered a curse,

"Aiisssh, that kid! Seriously…If he would just slow down for a minute…" Hoseok quieted his friend by placing a kindly hand on his arm and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Is he doing okay? How can we help?

Seokjin smiled at the dance leader and shook his head,

"I gotta handle this one, Hobiyah. It's not bad enough for him to go to the hospital, but he had a fever last night and this morning. I stayed with him overnight to make sure he would be alright." The oldest member rubbed his sore neck and looked at the counter in front of him rather than meet the eyes of either of the younger men.

Hobi sucked in a breath through his teeth, making a disapproving cluck,

"Hyung! I could have stayed with him, or Yoongi,... You realize you are probably going to get it too now right?"

Min Yoongi put two and two together in his head and swore again,

"Damnit Hyung! You are just as bad as Joonie! You catch everything these punks bring in here!" He pointed at the three youngest on the couch, drawing their attention. He continued,

"How long did you lecture Namjoon on his health yesterday, or today? I know you did! Don't shake your head at me hyung. You should apply some of your "wisdom" to your own life! Any of us, except maybe Jimin, (the exception to this statement objected with a loud "Yaaah!" and was ignored) would have had a better chance of not catching this than you. It's a miracle that you didn't catch it from Jungkookie!" Yoongi glared at the taller man, who glanced up when the rapper paused for breath.

"I know. It was dumb, but I couldn't just stand by and watch. He hid how sick he was until I found him out and demanded that he take today off. I know I'm going to get it, if I don't have it already, Yoongiyah. But Joon wasn't going to rest or tell anyone, because he felt that would be wrong for a leader to do that when we were all working so hard." Seokjin could feel the youngest three members' eyes on him and he turned towards them,

" You three need to stay away from Namjoon's room for at least a few days. This bug is a lot worse than what Kookie had..." Jungkook blew his nose again, and Seokjin corrected himself, "well, has… This isn't personal, it's being sure that we all don't end up getting sick. Okay?" The young trio nodded, and Seokjin continued, "I'll be with Joon until his fever's gone, but after that, if I start feeling even a little bit sick, I will be in my room, so steer clear until I let you know it's okay to go in again."

He got more nods, and "Yes, Hyung"s from the maknaes. The eldest member turned back to Hoseok and Yoongi, who was still glowering at him.

"I'm going to need a few things: tissues, cough sweets, cold medicine that fix congestion and coughing, and some of the juices from the refrigerator. Food will be harder to figure out… Yoongiyah, Can you take the soup I froze last week out? Joon can eat that for a while. If I only come to the kitchen to heat up the food and we sanitize well, we should be able to reduce the chances that anyone else gets this."

Hobi began collecting the requested items as he spoke, leaving his hyungs to sort out the rest. Min Yoongi put his pointer finger up in a warning gesture,

"Hyung, you are going to tell me when you start to feel even a little off… I will bring food to you and to Joon. We really can't afford to have another member get sick or the recording next week is going to be delayed." Seokjin nodded reluctantly. He hated being fussed over, but the rapper was right.

"I will." The oldest hyung gathered up the supplies and returned to Namjoon's bedroom. The door creaked a bit as he opened it, announcing his reentry. Namjoon groaned as he turned over and opened his eyes slowly. Putting the care items down on the desk, the older boy went over and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Hey Jooniyah, how are you feeling?"

The younger man looked up at his hyung blearily,

"Dot good, Hyug. I'b so stuffed ub, I cadt breathe." Seokjin cringed as the younger man coughed harshly into his hands. His body shook with the effort and the struggle to stop the coughs seemed to drain the little energy the rapper had.

"Let's get some medicine in you, Joonah." The older man helped him sit up against the pillows and measured out the red, gloppy medicine. Handing the tiny cup to Namjoon, Seokjin opened a berry-flavored juice and set it beside the sick man on his nightstand. The leader swallowed the stuff with a grimace and immediately chased it with a big gulp of juice. He licked his lips reflexively and winced. They were so badly chapped that the bottom lip was bleeding slightly.

"Are the others okay?" asked the not-so-off-duty leader, as he pulled a tube of lip balm out from under the pile of books on his nightstand and applied it generously.

"Worried about you, but fine otherwise." The older man replied honestly. Namjoon dropped his gaze to his lap and his fingers began toying with the bottle lid. Seokjin sighed,

" They would have found out sooner or later… besides they have to let the managers know that you are not well enough for the photoshoot tomorrow."

That made the leader look up sharply. When he started to protest, Seokjin held up his hand,

"Even if you feel 100% better tomorrow, you might still pass this on to the others. Nobody wants that, Jooniyah."

The rapline's maknae looked like he still had objections for a moment, but his body had other ideas.

"Hh...Hiih-Hxxgt! Hhxxntch! Hiiphissh! Hektshuh!! Hhh...huhhh…ugh."

As the sneezes ripped their way out of the younger man's nose and throat, he struggled to squash them into his elbow as Seokjin watched helplessly. The oldest member grabbed the tissue box, pulled out a few and handed them to his Dongsaeng. Namjoon hitched for a moment more before groaning in frustration, as the last sneeze eluded him. He took the tissues and blew his nose cautiously, not wanting to trigger another fit. The sound made Seokjin's hair stand on end and he shuddered. It sounded similar to someone popping small bubbles on bubble wrap as the viscous liquid was forced out little by little.

"Poor Joonie… I'm sorry you are feeling so bad." The older man smoothed Namjoon's hair away from his forehead, checking for a fever. The findings gave Seokjin a little comfort. Joon might still be under the weather, but the fever was gone. The vocalist cleared his throat, as he quickly removed his hand, trying to regain his composure and hide his relief. This small action had an unexpected consequence, however. The ailing rapper looked at his hyung with confusion, which quickly evolved into anxious concern, then a guilt-induced panic:

"Hyug, you're dnot… Oh no, did I ged you sig?!? Shit! I'b so stupid! How could I have let you do all those things for be yesterday?!? I shouldn't have let you dnear be! And you were here all last dnight too? I'b so sorry, hyug!"

Seokjin's utter shock at this sudden reaction, shaped his mouth into a small dumbfounded "o". Recovering himself, he tried to calm the unwell man, who was still berating himself with a thoroughness that showed that this was not the first time that he had thought these insults at himself.

"Joonah! JOON! STOP! Just stop it now! You are not stupid at all! Never say anything like that again! If I get this cold, so what? I've had colds before. It's my job to look after myself, and if I don't, then the consequences are my fault. Mine. Not yours." Seokjin drew the anxiously trembling man to him, embracing him tightly, " I took my vitamins and got plenty of sleep, so that should give me a fighting chance. Yoongi said it was weird that I hadn't already caught this from Jungkook, maybe I'm building up some resistance."

The older man felt the other man's congested breathing calm as he held him. Seokjin released the slightly smaller man slowly, guiding him back to lean against the pillows again.

"You don't have to worry about anything except feeling better, okay?" The vocalist ruffled Namjoon's hair gently. The younger man nodded slowly, then blushed as his stomach grumbled its impatience for food loudly. Seokjin laughed,

"Sounds like you're hungry! I'll check with Yoongi and see if lunch is ready." A few text messages and minutes later, Min Yoongi entered carrying two bowls of chicken and vegetable soup.

"Seokjin-hyung said you weren't feeling well, so your hyungs thought soup would help you get better faster. Hoseokie will come check on you later." Yoongi held out one bowl to the younger rapper and gave the other to Seokjin. The normally taciturn man seemed to struggle for a moment before saying,

"You worried us, Joonah… Next time you aren't 100%, just tell us. We won't think badly of you for something you can't control."

Namjoon responded with a sheepish smile,

"I will, Yoongi-hyung… sorry."

Min Yoongi brushed the apology away with a flap of his hand,

"Quit with your sorries and eat before it gets cold." Namjoon obeyed and ate with obvious enjoyment. Seokjin would have been content just to watch the younger man eat. He was happiest when he could cook good food for the other members, but at the moment he had more pressing issues. An alarm bell was going off in his head, signaling him to do something about a tickle that was growing in the back of his nose. He fought for control as his nose twitched and scrunched with irritation. He had only a few seconds to act. He stood abruptly,

"HH- I'm going to use the-hhh bathroom. I-I'll be back." He left quickly, his breath already hitching. He dashed down the hall, out of earshot and sneezed desperately,

"Heh-hephBrrrsshuh! Ahh-Brreshooo!" The sneezes bent him at the waist, forcing him to try to catch them in his cupped hands. His eyes stung as his sinuses burned and his nose wasn't through with him yet, "Hhh-H'Ressshuh! Ah-GRSShooo! BRESSHUH!"

Seokjin's hands were covered in a mess of liquid and his face twisted in disgust. He sniffled fruitlessly and turned into the bathroom, leaning his back against the door until it closed behind him. He used his elbows to turn on the faucet and scrubbed his hands until they were bright pink. He sniffled again, trying to prevent the fluid from running over his upper lip.

The cold had finally caught up with him as Hoseok and Yoongi had said it would. He wasn't congested like Joonie was yet, but Seokjin knew it was only a matter of hours. He was just glad he had been able to leave before Yoongi, or worse, Namjoon had seen or heard that fit. The normally quiet Yoongi would have dragged his hyung by his ear back to the vocalist's bedroom and superglued the taller man to his bed. A small smile played across Seokjin's face at the mental image that accompanied that thought. But that picture was quickly warped until he could only see Joonah's panic-stricken face and hear the younger man verbally beating himself to a pulp over Seokjin getting sick. With a herculean effort, the oldest member pushed the gut-wrenching nightmare image away and splashed water onto his face to help clear his head. He would have to keep this development from Joon. If he didn't, the younger man would just make himself sicker worrying about things that he couldn't fix or change.

The vocalist dried his face and hands before grabbing some tissues and blowing his nose. The man knew how pointless blowing his nose was at this point. It was like kicking at a wave rolling onto the shore: you couldn't stop it, but trying made him feel like he wasn't giving in to the illness yet. He shoved extra tissues into his pocket, just in case.

Steeling himself, he returned to the youngest rapper's bedroom. Yoongi gave him a suspicious look as he entered, but said nothing. Instead the younger man put his pointer finger close to his lips in a pantomime of "Shush". Seokjin relaxed as he saw that their leader was asleep again, his bedspread lovingly tucked in around him and a box of tissues within easy reach.

Silently the older men collected the bowls, flatware, and empty bottle of juice and left the room like shadows, closing the door behind them. They moved down the hall towards the stairs, when Seokjin felt a tap on his shoulder from behind. When he turned to see what the rapper needed, the older man was instantly subjected to a long, deft finger poking him in the nose. Seokjin stumbled back and gasped as his now sensitized nose objected, and launched him into an itchy flurry of sneezes.

"Wh-what the Hehhhl! H-Heh-Hahrresshoo! HehGrresshhoo!! Hat'shuuh! Ghessshoo! Heh-HAH-HEKT'SHOOO!!! ASH-CHOO!!!"

Unable to cover with full hands, Seokjin sneezed openly, twisting away from the younger man. At the end of the fit, the older man was a sniffling, drippy wreck. He wiped his runny nose on the forearm of his sleeve. Through teary eyes, he saw Yoongi glaring at him, arms crossed; the dishes he'd been carrying on the floor, forgotten.

Defeated, the older man made a face at the younger man before continuing down the stairs with the dishes. He put them into the sink and used a paper towel to clean himself up, as Yoongi caught up with him. The rapper deposited the remaining dishes into the sink and said,

"I could hear you from down the hall."

Seokjin went white as a sheet. Had Namjoon heard too? The shorter man shook his head, in response to the unasked question.

"Joon was too busy to hear… his nose was causing him problems too. He was so tired after that much sneezing that he almost fell asleep sitting up."

The singer sighed in relief. He nodded and turned to head upstairs to get some rest himself. It would be a long couple of days. Passing Yoongi, he rested one large hand on the smaller man's shoulder.

"Don't tell him… Joonie would just be upset."

"Fine, but you have to promise me, Hyung, that you will text either me or Hobi if you need anything or if you start feeling really bad. Any sign of fever or…anything…" Yoongi didn't meet his hyung's eyes, but Seokjin knew that was just the rapper trying to hide his concern. Six years of friendship had given the oldest member at least that much insight into Min Yoongi's mind. He smiled at the younger man,

"I promise, Yoongiyah." His tender moment with the younger member was interrupted by another sneeze. This time he was able to fish a tissue from his pocket to catch it.

"Huh-HUH-HEH-GHSSSHH!" The younger man rolled his eyes at his hyung,

"Yeah-yeah, let's get you back upstairs. I'll check on Joonie once you are settled and I'll have Hoseokie check on you later."

The oldest member snuffled into the tissue and nodded, following the smaller man up the stairs and into his bedroom. Seokjin wasn't really surprised when the rapper turned down the bed coverlet and sheets or when he pulled the shades on the windows to darken the room for sleep. What surprised him was that once he had laid down, Yoongi with practiced hands began to tuck him in, in the same way he had obviously done for Namjoon, not long ago. Seokjin hadn't experienced this in years, it felt strangely comforting.

"Sleep well, Hyung. I will bring you some medicine in a few minutes." The older man smiled at the rapper, showing a mixture of pride and gratitude, and said just loud enough for Yoongi to hear as he turned to leave,

"You are a good hyung, Yoongiyah."

"You too."

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