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sickjoonie · 4 years

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to be cared for

summary: jungkook was sick with a stomach bug and there was nothing hoseok could do about it, being prone to sympathy puking. so when hoseok comes down with the same time, he stays silent about it, not wanting to burden the others more

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a/n: i started this at winter break, forgot about it, then came back to it. never thought it’d get this long. anyways bts poly enjoy

it was a well known fact that hoseok had a sensitive stomach.

whether it be too much alcohol or the sound of other people’s retches or even spicy food, hoseok’s stomach seemed always prepared to throw a fit and sometimes make him throw up. he had puked the most out of everyone in bts, caused by everything from a stomach bug to being at sea too long.

normally he didn’t mind it. sure, his belly would get a little irritated from time to time when he tried more flavorful food, but for the most part he was able to ignore his sensitivity.

the problem came when one of the other members started puking.

his sensitive stomach clashed with his instinctiveness to comfort and care for those close to him. he had a nurturing personality that called on him to look over those around him.

if yoongi was feeling anxious, he would be by his side in seconds with some tea and stories to help distract him. whenever jimin got overwhelmed by new choreography, hoseok was there to reassure him and help him work on it. he was there to listen to namjoon ramble on about whatever it was he had taken an interest in recently or when seokjin felt run down and needed someone to share their energy with him. he never questioned taehyung’s thinking, even if it seemed bizarre to others. he was there when jungkook needed someone to make him feel loved, happily providing cuddles and kisses.

it all went haywire when one of them started vomiting.

he wanted so badly to care for them, to hold their hair back and rub their back and remind that it’d be over soon. the sound and sight of vomit, however, made his stomach squirm and beg for its own release.

the worst incident had been when both yoongi and jimin got carsick. as if having two people vomit was stressful enough for everyone else, hoseok’s stomach churned violently at the sight of the puke stained seats and he found himself puking off the side of the road too.

it was obvious everyone was annoyed by it. he felt bad the entire ride home. his stomach was sore and queasy, his mouth tasted horrible, and everyone was annoyed with him.

since then, he has made a point to make sure he doesn’t sympathetic puke. if one of the members starts retching, he gets out of the way, no matter how much his heart yells at him to stay behind and care for them.

he didn’t need to bother them more by getting sick too. but the guilt still gnawed at his mind afterwards.

hoseok was naturally nurturing, but this often meant that his own struggles and pain went hidden. it was hard to let himself be vulnerable when he was used to being the one cheering up and caring for others.

to him, the others came first. if he was the only one feeling sick, he was willing to admit it and own up to it. it was much easier than if someone else was feeling bad too.

he loved the others too much for their suffering to be ignored, even if it meant sacrificing his own wellbeing.

jungkook had been throwing up for the past couple of days.

hoseok heard about it first the morning after it began in the middle of the night; it seemed all the other members knew about it but him. he tried not to let that sting too much. there wasn’t much he could do, if jungkook was consistently vomiting.

hoseok figured it would pass and they would all move on, like they always did. maybe one of the other members would get sick too, but it was all stuff they had dealt with in the past.

it was only after dance practice on the third day of jungkook being sick that everything started to go wrong for hoseok.

hoseok normally felt sore and tired after dance practice; that was to be expected. what wasn’t expected was the pounding of his head and how heavy his eyelids felt. his body was practically begging him to lay down, his hands shaking at his side.

as soon as they entered their apartment, he made a beeline for the couch, head swimming in exhaustion. he sighed loudly as he collapsed on it. he could feel his body melting against it and sleep was already hovering on the edge of his mind.

logically, he knew he needed to shower and clean up. he was sweaty and gross and it would be 10x worse when he woke up. at the moment though, the thought of standing in a steamy, humid environment did not sound appealing.

he didn’t feel as though he had the energy to stand in the shower anyways.

the rest of the members had set off on operation care-for-jungkook, leaving hoseok behind in the living room by himself. he didn’t mind; he was glad jungkook was getting the attention he needed.

hoseok squirmed on the couch, moving himself so he was laying in a more comfortable position. he was now on his side, back facing away from the couch, body curled into himself. the couch felt so comfortable and he felt so tired and achy. it seemed sleep would be the only thing to heal it all.

he would shower after he slept, hoseok bargained. so while all the other members were fretting over their poor maknae, hoseok fell asleep on the couch.

it was obvious how tired he was from how deep he slept. normally when he napped, he would toss and turn, waking up periodically. this time, he remained still and silent and fast asleep, never bothering to check up on the world.

he woke up to a blinding headache and a dizziness that made his thoughts sluggish and painful.

he struggled to merely open his eyes. after finally opening them, he couldn’t focus. distantly, he could hear chattering going on around him, but the words lost all meaning to him.

it wasn’t until someone was shaking his shoulder that his mind fully caught up. he rolled onto his back and looked up to find jimin peering curiously down at him

“hey hyung, we need the couch for jungkookie. we’re trying to get him to eat.” jimin brushed hoseok’s hair back, then grimaced. “your hair’s all greasy, did you not shower?”

hoseok groaned, sitting up. he could practically smell himself. “no, fell asleep instead.” he winced, head pounding. “ugh, i feel gross.”

jimin tsked. “go take a shower, hobi hyung. clean your sweaty ass,” he teased.

hoseok gave him a weak smile, then slowly got up. his body protested and he could feel his muscles shake, but he ignored it. jungkook needed the couch and he needed to shower.

he stumbled off to his and jimin’s room, grabbing some pajamas. he didn’t have the energy to do much else that evening, so he figured putting on pajamas after the shower wouldn’t hurt. then it was the trek to the bathroom where he would actually shower.

maybe the gross feeling that was currently clinging to his muscles would go away with a nice, hot shower. he tended to feel better when he was cleaned up.

hoseok sighed, climbing into the shower. the whole day had felt off; without jungkook with them and knowing he was sick back at the apartment, everyone’s minds had been way too distracted to get any proper work done. the dance routines were a mess, but hoseok couldn’t blame them. his own movements were sloppy and slow at times, a real sign that they were all off balanced.

the hot water felt good on his muscles, releasing some of the tension that had been built up. the heat left him feeling dizzy. he ended up having to sit down in the shower, his head spinning in a sickly way.

he waited a couple minutes for the spell to pass, only for nothing to happen. eventually, he gave up on finishing showering. he shakily got back up on his feet and turned off the water, leaning on the shower wall. with a groan, he forced himself out of the shower and grabbed a towel before resting on the toilet.

he felt sticky from the humidity of the shower and a sick feeling had crept over him. hoseok closed his eyes and breathed deeply, trying to rebalance his body. it took a while of focusing on just breathing before the overwhelming dizziness finally rested.

slowly, not wanting to once again set off his body, hoseok stood up and dried himself off. he decided against his normal nightly routine; it was obvious his body didn’t have the energy to handle it. instead, he towel-dried his hair and slipped into his pajamas before heading out of the bathroom.

distantly, he could hear voices of the other members and what could be a movie. a part of him ached to check on jungkook, to kiss his forehead and cuddle him close and rub his upset tummy.

he pushed that ache down and walked to his bedroom.

the bedroom was unsurprisingly empty and when he arrived, and he had to flick on the lights to navigate through. they hadn’t had time to efficiently clean lately and it was slowly getting to hoseok. he did his best to ignore the obvious mess that was jimin’s side of the room and walked over to turn jimin’s lamp on. he always turned jimin’s lamp on whenever he went to sleep without jimin in the room already. waking up at 2am to jimin turning the overhead lights on was not pleasant.

he sighed, pausing for a minute as his head spun for a second. the lights certainly weren’t helping; they were making his head ache.

hoseok discarded his dirty clothes in his laundry basket before finally turning off the overhead lights. he practically collapsed in his bed, lazily pulling the covers over himself.

he was out in a matter of minutes.

waking up in the middle of the night was always a disorienting experience. hoseok struggled to wake up at first, trying to cling onto sleep. his body had other plans; it knew something was wrong and kept pulling him away from consciousness.

hoseok shifted and rolled over in bed, eyes heavy with sleep. he hid his nose in his blanket, giving a small sigh.

his body protested this. instead of falling back asleep, he was dragged awake. with consciousness came a growing sick feeling that had him tensing.

hoseok was shivering and he felt feverish, his body too warm and the air too cold. the dizziness that had occured during his shower was back with a vengeance, leaving him disoriented and weak.

the worst part, however, was his stomach.

“oh,” he moaned, feeling something awful tear through his belly. he curled around it, pressing an arm against it. his stomach was cramping, a sharp and sore ache that left him breathing out shakily. the combination of the pain and the fever resulted in a wave of nausea overwhelming his barely awake senses.

hoseok shakily pushed himself up, swallowing thickly as his stomach protested the movement. he sat there for a couple minutes, breathing through the nausea, trying to settle his stomach.

a gag seized his throat and he fought back against it, eyes widening with fear. he held his breath and stayed completely still, trying to force his stomach back down. once the need for the gag receded, hoseok accepted what he needed to do.

with one hand pressed to his stomach, hoseok got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. the halls were silent and dark, disorienting hoseok more. there was something eerie about waking up in the middle of the night and how still and quiet it was.

hoseok entered the bathroom and turned the lights on, wincing as the brightness irritated his headache. he closed the door and locked it instinctively. he paused to lean against the sink for a second, letting out a pained groan. his belly growled, reminding him of why he was here and forcing him up from the sink.

hoseok stumbled across the room to the toilet, staring at it dreadfully as he sunk to his knees in front of it. he lifted the lid. he could feel his throat seizing with another gag so he hovered his head over the bowl in anticipation.

it was only a few moments later before he found himself gagging loudly, unsuccessful at bringing up anything or soothing his nausea. he gripped the toilet rim with the hand that wasn’t palming his stomach. another dry heave followed, grating his throat and making him moan in pain.

he didn’t know how long he spent dry heaving over the toilet only for nothing to happen. he eventually gave up, his throat too sore and stomach protesting the constant juggling around.

hoseok slumped down against the wall, sick and exhausted. he closed his eyes. he didn’t understand how he had gotten so sick so fast; he had been avoiding jungkook ever since his own bout of sickness started. it seemed the virus specifically picked him as some kind of joke.

hoseok really didn’t appreciate this joke.

he attempted to soothe his tummy by rubbing it. he slipped his hand underneath his sleep shirt. his hand was cold compared to the heat radiating from the rest of him and it felt good on his stomach. slowly and as gentle as possible, hoseok used his hand to trace circles on his tummy. it wasn’t much, but it did help him feel a bit better.

he remembered his mom rubbing his belly whenever he got the stomach bug when he was a kid. she always knew what to do to settle him, from tracing on his arm to get him to sleep to playing with his hair to calm him down after crying.

the members knew about this, though there was rarely a good time for them to be so openly affectionate with their schedules. logically, hoseok knew if he went to one of the member’s bedrooms right now, they’d be more than happy to rub his belly and help him sleep. if he woke up jimin, the younger dancer would happily invite him into his bed.

the thing holding him back and the reason why he had snuck off to the bathroom was their maknae. his jungkookie was sick with the same bug. hoseok would much rather they pay attention to jungkook than to himself.

the memories of when he was sick at the same time as yoongi and jimin got carsick had a major role in his decision, though he would never admit it.

despite feeling like he was no longer on the verge of spilling his guts, hoseok couldn’t find the strength to crawl back to bed. he felt so weak and dizzy, he worried he might pass out before making it to his bed. rubbing his own stomach had made him drowsy and he found himself unable to open his eyes.

he could nap in the bathroom, he told himself. he usually woke up before the other members anyway. he could work on finding the energy to get up then.

with that in mind, he let his body give into sleep, slumped next to the toilet.

hoseok jolted awake with his stomach in his throat. he threw himself towards the toilet, retching loudly. before he had even fully gained consciousness, he was violently vomiting. whatever he had last eaten made its reappearance in the toilet. hoseok struggled to catch his breath between heaves, coughing and gagging as his stomach fought against him.

he felt like forever before he was only dry heaving, having nothing left to bring up. he forced himself to swallow back the gags, desperate to settle his stomach.

finally, his stomach relented. he could feel himself shaking and panting. everything finally caught up to him and registered hot tears on his cheeks.

with shaky hands, he grabbed some toilet paper and wiped up his tears and his mouth. he dropped it in the toilet and finally flushed it, watching the mess disappear. then he dropped his head against the toilet seat, letting out a moan.

he felt so, so sick. he didn’t want to get up, but he knew he couldn’t fall asleep in the bathroom again.

he got on his feet, ignoring how the room tilted with the movement. before returning to his room, he brushed his teeth at the sink, desperate to get rid of the post vomit taste. it did little to help.

walking out of the bathroom, he noticed that it was no longer night time but what looked to be early morning. soft light was flooding the apartment. hoseok sighed; he wouldn’t have long to rest.

he made it back to his shared room where it was still dark, the blinds keeping out the first rays of sun. it was silent, jimin most likely knocked out on his side of the bed.

hoseok crawled into his own bed, wrapping himself up in his blankets. he was shivering and cold, but the blankets did little to warm him. his stomach was still upset, so he curled up as small as possible on his side to keep the ache away.

hoseok fought for sleep, barely able to fully drift off with how uncomfortable his stomach felt. it was gurgling quietly and cramping despite having puked everything up. despite this, he must have fallen asleep at one point, as he was woken by someone climbing into his bed and wrapping an arm around him.

“hyungie, it’s time to wake up,” jimin’s sweet voice cut through the fog of sleep, forcing hoseok awake.

hoseok groaned, struggling to open his eyes. his head was pounding, worse than earlier. he rolled onto his back, blearily looking up at jimin.

“ah, hobi hyung, you’re so sleepy today!” jimin giggled, petting hoseok’s hair. “i even beat you awake.”

hoseok gave him a small smile, appreciating his hair being played with. “ah, jimin ah. hyung worked too hard at dance yesterday.”

jimin cooed, knowing the feeling of overworking his muscles far too well. there had been times where one of them was nearly unable to get out of bed with how bad their muscles ached. “well, there’s nothing really for our schedule today. jungkookie being sick really threw it off. if you wanna take the day off, i can tell the other members.”

hoseok sighed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. he knew realistically it would be a better idea to stay in bed. his stomach was still unhappy with him and his body felt like lead. the only issue was that he couldn’t guarantee the other members wouldn’t fuss over him or hear him vomiting in the bathroom.

if he headed to his studio, he could work on some music and maybe distract himself from his stomach or at least he could nap on his couch. the members wouldn’t catch him rushing to the bathroom to throw up.

“i’ll be fine,” hoseok reassured. “i can work on some producing today. my body can handle that.” he wasn’t exactly sure about that, but he didn’t want to worry jimin.

jimin considered hoseok for a moment, as if he wasn’t sure he fully believed him. in the end, jimin simply nodded in understanding. “if you’re sure you can, hyung.” jimin kissed hoseok’s forehead affectionately, before finally getting out of bed. “you should have some breakfast! yoongi cooked some breakfast this morning. he was too worried about kookie to leave.”

food was the last thing on hoseok’s mind. he sat up shakily, watching jimin depart from the room. he ran a hand through his sweaty bangs, exhausted. reluctantly, he got out of bed and forced himself to get ready to go out. he threw on some sweatpants and a shirt, along with a jacket to keep him warm. he grabbed a mask to wear as well.

once he was as ready as he could be with his body dragging him down, he started to make his way out.

hoseok stopped by the kitchen, ignoring the way his belly churned at the smell of food laid out for breakfast. the kitchen was empty, proof of how late hoseok had woken up. he half-heartedly packed himself breakfast, wanting to make it seem like he had eaten some. the food was light anyway, so he could try settling his stomach with it later when he felt less queasy. he also got himself a water bottle as well to keep hydrated.

with food packed away and his jacket swallowing his small frame, hoseok headed for the studio.

hoseok had only been at his studio for five minutes before he was rushing to the bathroom to puke again.

his stomach had been a mess the whole ride to the studio and it seemed inevitable that he would end up puking. no matter how much deep breathing he did or how much he rubbed his stomach, the nausea ended up winning.

he rinsed his mouth out and returned to his studio, shaking and sweating from exertion. he briefly considered producing, staring at his blank computer screen, though the exhaustion made it clear that that wouldn’t be happening.

with a small sigh, he curled up on his couch, hugging his mang plushie close to him. he could work on feeling better later, he told himself.

he drifted in and out of sleep for a while, briefly waking up for a few minutes before the fever pulled him back under. hoseok told himself it was a good thing that he wasn’t staying awake; there was less of an opportunity of him puking again.

when he eventually fully came to, head pounding too hard to ignore, he forced himself to drink some water. it made his stomach feel uneasy and it gurgled audibly in complaint. he knew better than to let himself get dehydrated, however.

hoseok set his water bottle down on his table and pulled up his phone, checking his messages. there were surprisingly quite a few. before he could make context of the messages, his phone lit up with taehyung’s contact picture, indicating that the younger was calling him.

clearing his throat, hoseok answered. “hello?”

“hobi hyung! have you been in your studio all day? ah, you work so hard,” taehyung’s voice was upbeat as always, a tone hoseok normally tried to match.

today, however, after spending the morning puking his guts out before passing out, hoseok struggled to keep his normal positive energy. “yeah, i’ve been here all day. i woke up pretty late anyways.”

taehyung hummed. “jiminie mentioned he woke up earlier than you today. he seemed quite proud of it.” taehyung giggled. “anyways, you should come back home hyung! jungkookie’s feeling a bit better so we were gonna throw a movie party! plus, he won’t say it, but he misses you.”

hoseok smiled. jungkook never really grew out of his shyness. it was adorable and did a number on his heart. “ah, our shy kookie,” he cooed, “tell him hyung will come back soon to watch movies with him.”

“i’ll tell the others you’re heading back! i’m sure jungkookie will be very happy.”

hoseok was glad he would be able to dot over the maknae, now that jungkook wasn’t spilling his guts every couple of hours. he said his goodbye to taehyung and hung up, letting out an exhausted sigh.

he wasn’t quite ready to get up yet. he brought a hand to his cramping stomach, tentatively pressing into it. the pressure helped some, so he kept his hand there and forced himself to get up.

he pulled on his jacket, slipped on his mask, and grabbed his water bottle. he eyed the bag of food he packed before deciding to leave it in his fridge. he could deal with it later when he wasn’t feeling so awful.

he was heading out his studio door when his stomach churned and he was caught off guard by a queasy burp. hoseok froze, feeling nausea make its way slowly through his system. thankfully, it was a false alarm.

he makes his way out of the building and to the manager’s car, staring at the floor the entire time. he was more than happy to be able to rest in the car, dizzy and lightheaded from his tiny journey.

the car drive made his stomach feel motion sick, a strange experience his body usually reserved for the water. his mask did a good job of hiding the green tint of his face, otherwise hoseok was sure his manager would have said something. they ended up back at the apartment shortly, hoseok quickly bidding goodbye to his manager before ducking inside.

he paused for a moment in the lobby to catch his breath and quell the rolling of his stomach. once the motion sickness had faded, he continued to the elevator to head up to their apartment.

hoseok slipped by the others when entering the apartment, though he could hear them talking from the living room. he wanted to take some medicine before confronting them and check his temperature. after dropping his jacket off in his bedroom and disposing of his mask, he headed into the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet.

he grabbed the bottle of fever reducer and painkillers, then hesitantly looked at the stomach medicine. hoseok had a bad history with that particular medicine, usually involving him puking it up inevitably or the medicine never settling his stomach and instead making it feel worse.

in the end, he decided it wasn’t worth the effort and stuck with the painkillers instead.

it was going to be a struggle to get the painkillers down anyways. he couldn’t dry swallow them but couldn’t go the kitchen to get a glass of water either. he would have to drink from the faucet to get the pills down.

hoseok sighed, pouring out a pill from the bottle and placing it in his mouth. then, as best as he could, he drank from the faucet until he felt the pill finally go down.

the mistake of drinking from the faucet hit him immediately. he had drank too much water, displeasing his stomach and causing it to gurgle in warning. he froze for a second, his stomach debating whether or not to violently reject the water. in the end, all he got was a wet burp. he flushed, pressing a fist to his lips.

the sensation passed, thankfully, and hoseok sighed. he dropped his hand to his stomach, giving it a few reassuring rubs. then, he made his way back out to the living room, finally ready to face the others.

when he makes it to the living room, he isn’t surprised to find jungkook bundled up in a blanket while the others are in various states of either arguing or getting ready to watch the movie. jungkook is the first to notice hoseok’s presence, perking up once he sees his hyung walk in.

“hobi hyung!” jungkook calls out to him, smiling excitedly. he looked happy, despite being still sick. his hair was messy and curly and there was a slight flush to his cheeks, but overall he still looked fine. certainly much better than he had been previously.

hoseok crossed the room and settled next to jungkook, smiling back at the younger. once hoseok had sat down next to him, jungkook instantly latched on. his arms hugged hoseok and one of his legs found its way onto hoseok’s lap. hoseok laughed fondly, appreciating the warmth from jungkook.

he slipped his own arm around jungkook’s waist and pulled him close, pressing a kiss to the maknae’s forehead.

“ah, cute,” hoseok heard namjoon mumble, the leader having finally settled in on the opposite side of jungkook.

“jungkookie was whining about not seeing his hobi hyung!” taehyung teased, coming over to ruffle jungkook’s already messy hair. jungkook pouted at him, further snuggling up to hoseok.

hoseok let jungkook snuggle close, glad to both provide affection and receive it. cuddles made everything a bit easier to deal with. “i’m sorry hyung hasn’t been around much. i promise i’ll make it up to you, bunny.”

jungkook hummed, looking absolutely content as he laid his head on hoseok’s chest. “you already are.”

the rest of the members settled in on the couch. seokjin sat next to hoseok, giving the younger a friendly pat on the head and smiling at seeing jungkook curled up against him. normally with movies, the members would be passing around snacks. with jungkook’s temperamental stomach, they had decided against any food. hoseok was silently grateful for this.

yoongi started the movie, settling in between jimin and taehyung. hoseok watched in amusement as the two maknaes snuggled up to yoongi and how yoongi looked extremely pleased with this development.

hoseok turned his attention back to the movie. it was something they had all seen before, so it didn’t require too much focus, though it was definitely one of jungkook’s favorite movies.

hoseok let himself get carried away with the movie, his body seeming to be sated by the medicine for the time being. he was still sore and uncomfortable sweaty, but didn’t have to worry about accidentally puking up his guts.

he wasn’t able to focus on the movie for long, however. despite having slept most of the day already, hoseok was still exhausted. the medicine had only given him a false tense of safety; his belly was churning. it wasn’t enough to have him worry about puking, but just enough to make him uncomfortable.

he let out a shaky breath, choosing to bury his face in jungkook’s hair instead of paying attention to the movie. jungkook picked up on his hyung’s discomfort and lifted his head, forcing hoseok to look at him.

jungkook didn’t say anything, though his eyes were wide with worry. hoseok gave him his best shaky smile, rubbing jungkook’s back in reassurance. silently, jungkook readjusted himself so that hoseok was leaning against jungkook somewhat rather than hoseok taking all of the weight.

hoseok had a feeling jungkook picked up that something was wrong. he appreciated the maknae’s silence though, letting himself lean against jungkook with heavy eyelids.

hoseok closed his eyes, his head finding jungkook’s shoulder easily. he didn’t fall asleep, but drifted to the edge of it. he wasn’t totally aware of his surroundings or the sounds of the movie, though he did hear them.

he was only stirred when jungkook began to fidget, forcing hoseok up off his shoulder. hoseok blinked blearily, the world blurring together. he did manage to make out what jungkook was saying, however.

“hobi hyung, my stomach,” jungkook gulped, “i think i’m gonna puke.”

it was easier to wake up after hearing that. he untangled jungkook from his blankets, catching seokjin’s attention.

“jungkook ah, do you need to go to the bathroom?” seokjin quietly spoke, not afraid to disrupt the movie.

jungkook nodded, clinging onto hoseok with one hand while the other was pressed up against his mouth. hoseok got the younger up, seokjin rising with them. the two helped move jungkook to the nearby bathroom. the closer they got, the more obvious it became that jungkook really wasn’t feeling good.

hoseok felt his own stomach begin to rise, dreading what was about to come next. he swallowed thickly.

the moment they made it into the bathroom, jungkook let out a loud gag. he peeled himself away from hoseok and seokjin to rush to the toilet, throwing himself on it just in time to heave up a mouthful of sick. seokjin was by jungkook’s side in a second, pulling back the maknae’s back and patting his back.

hoseok slowly made his way over, wanting desperately to support jungkook. he kneeled next to him, resting a hand on his back.

hoseok could practically feel the retches in his own stomach. the smell and sound of the vomit hitting the toilet bowl was only making it so, so much worse.

hoseok rubbed small circles on jungkook’s back, trying to focus on the maknae’s back rather than the violent heaves that were coming out of him. across from hoseok, seokjin looked perfectly calm and unaffected by the maknae’s vomiting. hoseok desperately wished he could be seokjin.

his own stomach took a quick turn for the worst. being prone to sympathetic sickness and mixing that with a stomach bug was inevitable to make him puke. hoseok could feel his stomach gurgling angrily inside of him, demanding hoseok’s attention.

hoseok only lasted a few minutes before he had to leave his poor maknae’s side to lunge for the bathroom sink.

hoseok’s stomach lurched and he gagged, bile burning his throat. there wasn’t much in his stomach to throw up other than medicine and water mixed with stomach acid. hoseok’s hands gripped the edge of the counter as his stomach forced itself out of hoseok.

“ah shit- hobi-” hoseok could hear seokjin swearing in the background in between heaves. “namjoon ah! i need your help!”

hoseok moaned, then dry heaved uselessly over the sink. his stomach was still throwing a fit, but there was nothing to force up. he coughed and forced his mouth closed, audibly swallowing back a gag. he closed his eyes and breathed through his nose, continuing to force down the gags that tried to escape.

he felt a hand rest on his back, a thumb beginning to trace circles into his shirt. hoseok forced himself to focus on that instead of his stomach, slowly coming down from the vomiting session.

he shakily lifted himself up from bending over the sink, opening his eyes to see his reflection in the mirror. his face was pale and flushed, visibly sickly. his hair was sticking to his face from sweat. behind him, namjoon was watching him carefully, his hand still on hoseok’s back. hoseok turned to the leader and automatically leaned against him, having completed depleted whatever energy was left.

it was times like these that hoseok forgot that he was technically the older one with namjoon younger by a few months.

“your stomach is quite the menace, hoseok ah,” namjoon hummed, rubbing hoseok’s back.

hoseok hummed. “still feel queasy,” he mumbled. it wasn’t fully admitting to feeling sick, but close enough.

“it doesn’t look like you ate all today, hoseok ah,” seokjin’s scolding sounded from behind him.

hoseok peeked up from namjoon’s chest, seeing seokjin still rubbing jungkook’s back. jungkook had stopped vomiting, but was still draped over the toilet, hands holding onto the sides like the toilet was his life line.

“no wonder your stomach is so upset. there was nothing in it!” seokjin sighed, shaking his head. “hoseok ah, you can’t be around vomiting members. your stomach is too sensitive. i know you only want to help, but it’s not very helpful when you start puking too.”

hoseok felt shame rush over him, turning his insides cold. he only nodded, turning his head to hide in namjoon’s chest once again. it hurt worse because hoseok knew it was true. “‘m sorry hyung.”

“there’s nothing you can do about it hoseok. just, next time, please stay away.” seokjin paused, seeming to mull over his words. jungkook groaned into the toilet. “i’ll make you some jook to settle your stomach, alright? once jungkookie is done here, of course.”

hoseok nodded, saying nothing else. he knew the soup wouldn’t stay down, but was too ashamed to speak up. he should have known better. this wasn’t anything new and he especially should have known not to go when he too had a stomach bug.

he let namjoon pull him out of the bathroom, head hanging in shame and heart aching for jungkook.

hoseok watched seokjin bring him a bowl of porridge, trying to give his hyung his best smile.

he had spent his time waiting for his hyung by burying his head in his arms on the kitchen table, head pounding from the fever and the words his hyung had said. he had only perked up when seokjin announced his porridge being ready.

“one jook for one queasy hobi.” seokjin placed the bowl in front of hoseok.

hoseok’s stomach churned at the sight. nonetheless, hoseok had to be appreciative of his hyung’s efforts. “thank you, seokjin hyung. you didn’t have to do this.”

seokjin smiled softly, patting hoseok on the head. “hyung cares for you. i don’t like seeing you miserable.”

hoseok nodded, picking up the spoon and carefully taking a bite.

“i know you wanna take care of the others when they’re sick, especially the maknaes,” seokjin started, calmer than earlier. “i trust you to know your limits. i’m sorry i snapped at you, hobi ah, but i really do worry about you when you ignore your own limits.”

hoseok chewed, eyes downcast. he knew his hyung only wanted to keep him healthy, but it still hurt knowing he couldn’t care for the others. that seokjin didn’t want him caring for the others for his own health. he swallowed, forcing the food down.

“they understand that you can’t be there. i understand that you can’t be there. that doesn’t mean you care any less about us. i’d much rather you take care of yourself than suffer for me.”

hoseok sighed. “i know, hyung. i just want to make sure you guys are okay.” he spooned up another small bite of the porridge. “but i understand if you guys would rather me not be there.”

seokjin gave hoseok a sad smile. “we just want you to take care of yourself.”

hoseok nodded, ignoring the irony of the situation. “i can do that, hyung.”

satisfied, seokjin stood up. he leaned over and kissed hoseok’s hair, a sign of forgiveness. “i’ll leave you to eat up. i have to force jungkook to take some medicine.”

hoseok gave a small laugh. jungkook was notorious for avoiding medicine in the most absurd ways. even when he was sick, he was still a brat. “good luck with that.”

seokjin groaned. “i’ll need it. hopefully he’ll keep it down this time.” with that, seokjin left the room, leaving hoseok alone with his bowl of porridge.

hoseok sighed, staring down at the food seokjin had made for him. he couldn’t not eat it; his hyung had gone out of his way to make it for hoseok, despite hoseok causing seokjin more anxiety.

his stomach pleaded with him not to. it was already unhappy with the two bites hoseok had already forced down. hoseok ignored it, scooping up more porridge and shoving it in his mouth. he could manage jook; it was light and had been proven to help upset stomachs.

he ate thoughtlessly, having to pause every few minutes to quell his stomach. it took much longer than it should have, but hoseok managed to finish the bowl.

he groaned, pushing the bowl away from him with a burp. he placed a hand on his stomach, nauseous and uncomfortably full despite having not eaten that much in the first place. the nausea was making him dizzy, forcing him to close his eyes.

he pressed a fist to his lips, feeling something uncomfortable settle in his chest. the feeling rose and came out as a deep, unsettling burp that teetered on the edge of something more. hoseok whimpered, his hand clutching his stomach in pain.

his stomach didn’t get any better. hoseok wanted to lie down, hoping the change in position would settle his stomach.

he forced himself to get up and bring the bowl to the kitchen. once the bowl was taken care of, he made a beeline for his bedroom, desperate for some relief. his hand stayed on his stomach, gently pressing into the organ to help make standing bearable.

he stumbled into his bedroom, vaguely acknowledging jimin’s presence. he just wanted to curl up around his aching stomach and sleep.

hoseok curled up in his bed, hiding his face in his pillow. he felt the bed dip nearby, presumably jimin checking to make sure he was okay.

“is your tummy still upset, hyung?” jimin’s hand rested on hoseok’s shoulder.

hoseok only nodded, not trusting himself to open his mouth.

jimin cooed. “the porridge should settle your stomach soon, don’t worry hyung. in the meantime, do you want me to rub your tummy?”

hoseok nodded once again. a good belly rub could put him to sleep.

jimin climbed behind hoseok, spooning him from the back. his small hand slipped under hoseok’s shirt and against hoseok’s stomach. carefully, jimin began tracing small circles on hoseok’s stomach, sending small tingles through hoseok. jimin then began to press lightly into hoseok’s stomach with just his fingers, moving his hand in larger circles slowly. occasionally, he would switch to use the palm of his hand to rub hoseok’s stomach.

hoseok shuddered, the feeling of jimin massaging his stomach relaxing him. it didn’t ease the nausea, but distracted him from it enough. the tingling feeling was making him sleepy and relaxed.

jimin knew what he was doing, used to soothing the bellyaches of different members. he knew each member’s stomach worked differently and different kinds of pressure and movements had different affects. for hoseok, a light pressure was more than enough. even just tracing was enough to help soothe him.

as jimin expected, it wasn’t long before hoseok began to drift off, his body completely melting against jimin’s touch. his breathing evened out and his muscles lost their tenseness, becoming loose like jelly.

jimin smiled proudly to himself as a small snore slipped from hoseok’s lips. he had once again soothed his hyung to sleep. he quietly slipped out of bed and walked out of the room, turning the light off to give hoseok some rest.

jimin was sure that by morning, his hyung would be all better.

hoseok started awake in the middle of the night, sitting up and panting from the dregs of a bad dream. the bedroom felt it was melting, mixing with the terrors of his subconscious. to make it worse, he was incredibly dizzy and confused. he was hit with deja vu, reliving the same experience as the previous night.

his eyelids felt heavy and he struggled to keep them open, blinking blindly around the dark room. the world tilted more and with it came his stomach, climbing up his throat. vaguely, his body acknowledged the need for the bathroom, and he felt himself get up.

hoseok stumbled aimlessly out of his room. the walls of the hallway blended together and he couldn’t tell the doors from the wall. he let his body wander forward by instinct, hoping that he could manage to get to the bathroom.

he felt his body crash into a wall, disrupting his movement and startling his stomach. he felt the porridge from earlier rise in his throat and before he knew what was happening, he was bending over and vomiting all over the floor.

hoseok choked in air before gagging once again, sending more vomit onto the floor. his stomach cramped and twisted, rejecting the attempt to settle it. when hoseok was finally done vomiting, he stumbled a few steps away from the puddle and promptly collapsed.

he could feel himself breathing heavily from both exertion and the fever. he swallowed thickly, curling up around his stomach and moaning in pain.

someone must have heard him fall as footsteps approached him, followed by a gasp.

“hoseok!” someone ran up to him and kneeled by his side.

hoseok shakily reached for them, desperate for someone to stop the nauseating spinning.

“fuck, hoseok ah,” hoseok vaguely recognized namjoon’s voice, “i thought you were just sympathetic sick.” namjoon pulled hoseok to his chest, cradling him close.

a cool hand landed on his forehead as more footsteps approached, followed by loud cursing. hoseok hiccuped and winced, feeling his stomach swirl. he really didn’t want to throw up again.

“he’s really hot, yoongi hyung. i think he caught whatever jungkook had.” namjoon pressed the back of his hand against hoseok’s cheeks, once again confirming how worryingly warm he was.

yoongi kneeled with namjoon and hovered over hoseok. the younger looked incredibly pale and flushed, his hair sticking to his face from sweat and eyes barely open. he brushed some of the hair back, wincing at how wet it was. “hobi ah? hey, can you look at me?”

hoseok barely was able to focus on yoongi, his hyung’s face blurry in front of him. “hyung?”

yoongi petted hoseok’s hair. “there we go,” he sighed in relief, glad that hoseok was still able to recognize him even if he was mildly delirious. “do you feel like you’re gonna puke again?”

hoseok whimpered, slowly nodding his head. he could only fight off his stomach for so long. he hiccuped again and his eyes squeezed shut from the pain.

yoongi cooed, gently cupping hoseok’s cheek. “namjoon ah, can you carry him to the bathroom? though he might puke on you.”

namjoon shrugged. “it’s alright. i can carry him.” he easily scooped up hoseok in his arms, cradling him close.

hoseok forced himself to hold back vomiting until they got to the bathroom. he was much too fond of namjoon and wasn’t willing to cover him in vomit. as a result, as soon as hoseok was placed down in front of the toilet, he was already retching.

he felt namjoon hold back his hair while yoongi patted his back and whispered soft reassurances. it wasn’t long before his stomach had finished emptying itself, leaving him to collapse against namjoon. namjoon’s chest felt sturdy beneath him, grounding him against the dizziness.

“i think he’s done for now.” namjoon wrapped his arms around hoseok, having one hand rub his back.

yoongi hummed in agreement. “he needs to cool down and clean up. i’ll get the bath started and get seokjin to clean up the hallway.”

“you want me to keep holding hoseok?”

yoongi sighed, seeing hoseok curled up against namjoon. “yeah, make sure he’s doing okay. try not to let him puke on you.”

namjoon nodded, taking yoongi’s words very seriously. “seokie, tell me if you need to puke, alright?”

hoseok nodded against namjoon. he felt safe in namjoon’s arms; as namjoon was taller and bigger than hoseok, hoseok could easily curl up in namjoon’s lap, when the leader was feeling up to some affection.

he felt himself growing sleepy, lulled by a combination of exhaustion and the sound of bath water running and the comfort of his leader. he pressed his face against namjoon’s chest, sighing. “i wanna sleep…”

namjoon smiled as hoseok hid in his arms. he supposed a little nap wouldn’t hurt hoseok, considering how badly he needed the rest. “you can rest, hobi ah. we’ll take care of you.”

hoseok felt namjoon give him a gentle squeeze and he practically melted against the other, slowly sinking back to sleep. it was much easier to give in now, knowing he would be taken care of. he was too sick to overthink it at this point.

he fell asleep to the sound of namjoon humming, giving into his sickness.

it was a while before hoseok properly regained consciousness. he vaguely remembered taking a bath and being carried to one of the members’ room to rest, though the exact details of the events were lost on him.

he was woken up by the feeling of someone nuzzling the back of his neck. he automatically knew who it was by the scent of jungkook’s downy laundry. what he didn’t understand was how he ended up in jungkook’s room.

the bath and sleep had thankfully brought his fever down and he no longer felt like the room was tilting. his stomach wasn’t the happiest, but there was no urgency to vomit, so hoseok counted it as a win.

he shifted around a bit before finally sitting up, confirming that he was indeed in jungkook’s room. there was a glass of water on the nightstand and a trash can placed nearby, along with a bucket. it made sense; if one of them started vomiting, the other was sure to follow.

hoseok pressed a hand against his stomach, letting out a nauseous huff. he thought he had been doing well hiding his sickness from the others. the bug turned out to be worse than he had originally thought.

he was startled a bit when he felt arms wrap around his waist. he looked down to find round eyes staring up at him with worry and a frown.

hoseok gave jungkook an uneasy smile. “morning, kook ah. how are you feeling?”

jungkook shrugged, though his frown only deepened. “i should be asking you that, hyung. i heard how sick you were, hyungie.”

hoseok sighed. now that the delirium from the fever was gone, he felt guilty for worrying the sick maknae. there wasn’t much that could have been done about his situation, however.

“you were sick for longer than last night, right hyung? that wasn’t sympathetic sickness, you were actually sick.”

hoseok nodded, ashamed of being caught. jungkook had probably known from when hoseok fell asleep on him during the movie.

jungkook sat up, arms leaving hoseok. hoseok watched him run a hand through his messy hair, then sigh. “i know you think you have to be strong for the rest, no matter what. but we don’t want you hurting yourself for us.”

hoseok’s heart stuttered in his chest, the instinct to flee overwhelming him. he never did well with confronting his own feelings.

“we love you, hobi hyung. we wanna take care of you,” jungkook whispered, staring at hoseok with such worry and affection that it made hoseok ache. “you’re not less important than the rest of us.”

hoseok looked down, cheeks flushing. it was so hard to give in, to admit that he needed help, especially when one of them was already hurting.

jungkook gently cupped hoseok’s cheek, forcing the older to look at him again. “we love you. i love you, more than i can express, and i know the others feel the same.”

hoseok’s heart bursts at the seams. he has no other choice but to cave in, especially with the way jungkook was looking at him. “thank you, jungkook ah.” he pauses, then quietly, “i love you too.”

jungkook gives him a fond smile. it was a known fact that hoseok got squeamish around “i love you’s”. jungkook was happy his hyung was letting him in. now that it didn’t matter that jungkook was sick, he leaned in and kissed hoseok’s nose. “let’s snuggle, hyung. i don’t know about you, but i still feel pretty achy.”

hoseok hummed in agreement, his body unbelievably sore. cuddles sounded very nice. he laid back down and let jungkook readjust the blankets around him before snuggling up against his hyung. jungkook’s arm wrapped around hoseok’s waist and his hand settled on hoseok’s stomach.

hoseok hesitated, then asked, “can you rub my tummy, please?”

he felt jungkook’s hand move under his shirt and press into his belly, rubbing soothing circles into his stomach. the motion helped settle the queasiness, though it still felt sore.

he dozed for a bit, as comfortable as he could be while sick. he didn’t know how much time passed until he felt the bed shift, jungkook moving from behind him. he stirred and whined at the loss of contact, rolling over to search for jungkook. there was more movement and when hoseok finally gave in and opened his eyes, he found himself face to face with taehyung and his boxy grin.

before he could protest, taehyung was covering his face in kisses. hoseok couldn’t help but giggle, unable to resist the affection of taehyung. no one escaped taehyung’s affection.

“my precious hobi hyung. my sunshine.” taehyung peppered more kisses on him. “you deserve to be cared for, no matter what, okay?”

hoseok blushed, but his heart didn’t feel as heavy as when he talked to jungkook earlier. “okay, tae tae.”

taehyung grinned, satisfied with hoseok’s answer. “now, i think hyungie is in need of some healing cuddles, correct?” he teased.

hoseok scooted close to taehyung, taking up the silent offer of cuddles. he rests himself against taehyung’s chest, listening to the younger’s heartbeat. taehyung’s hand landed in his hair, playing with the greasy strands. it felt good, especially with his headache.

they laid in silence, with it only stopping when taehyung eventually decided to put on some music. taehyung continued to play with hoseok’s hair, not seeming to mind how dirty it was.

eventually, taehyung spoke up again. “you know seokjinnie hyung will want to talk to you later.”

hoseok hummed in acknowledgement.

“he’s really worried about you, hyung. he cares for you a lot so to hear about how sick you got, it broke his heart.”

hoseok felt the same sickly feeling of guilt creep up, but he pushed it down.

“what i’m saying is be prepared for him to be a bit overbearing.”

hoseok expected that much from seokjin. the eldest was endearingly playful and youthful, but cared fiercely for the members and always made sure to take care of them. he could imagine the stress seokjin felt when he heard that hoseok had the stomach bug, the real cause of his sympathetic sickness.

hoseok sighed. “i’ll talk to him later, when i don’t feel so bad,” he promised.

he tried to ignore the small feeling of dread at the thought.

hoseok ended up back in the bathroom in the afternoon, the churning of his stomach having gotten too much. he hadn’t puked but the nausea was tilting on the edge of too much.

he was kneeling in front of the toilet, both hands clutching his stomach. he could feel it gurgling unhappily; he had only had water and medicine in the past twelve hours yet even that was too much for his weak stomach to handle.

the bathroom door opened and seokjin walked in, carrying a wet washcloth and a water bottle. hoseok smiled nervously at seokjin, only to wince from his stomach cramping. seokjin stayed silent, instead handing him the water bottle. it had been heated up, so hoseok pressed it against his stomach, curling over it and groaning.

seokjin sat down next to hoseok silently and pressed the wet washcloth against hoseok’s forehead. it felt nice and hoseok’s eyes fluttered shut, relishing in the cool sensation against his burning skin.

a queasy burp forced itself up his throat and he moaned, leaning forward towards the toilet. he could feel his mouth watering in anticipation.

seokjin removed the washcloth and replaced it with his own hand holding back hoseok’s bangs. within a few minutes, hoseok was gagging over the toilet bowl, stomach trying to bring up what little was in it.

hoseok gripped the toilet bowl with his hands, momentarily abandoning the water bottle. he could only bring up a little bit of bile. he ended up dry heaving for quite a while, the force causing him to tear up.

after a couple of thick swallows, hoseok finally leaned back and grabbed the water bottle again, placing it back on his stomach. tears were staining his cheeks and he sniffled, once again worn out by vomiting.

seokjin silently cleaned up hoseok’s face with the washcloth. then, carefully, seokjin wrapped his arms around hoseok and pulled him close, holding onto him tightly.

hoseok was shaking in seokjin’s arms. the silence was killing him. “h-hyung?”

seokjin hushed him, rubbing his back. “hobi ah, you dumbass, i love you so fucking much. have i not made that clear enough?”

the dread from earlier instantly washed away with that statement. of course seokjin wasn’t mad. why would he be? hoseok knew his hyung loved him. hoseok gave a wet laugh, heart warming. “i love you too, hyung. i’m just a little dumb sometimes. i didn’t want to bother you guys.”

“damn right you’re dumb.” seokjin leaned back so he could kiss hoseok’s forehead. “promise me next time you start feeling sick, you come to me, okay? no matter what may be going on.”

hoseok nodded. “i promise hyung.”

and just like that, the tension was gone. seokjin pressed another kiss to hoseok’s nose, then smiled. “thank you, baby. let’s get you back to bed. you need lots of rest and lots of cuddles.”

hoseok pouted at seokjin, not wanting to get up. he was quite comfortable in seokjin’s arms.

seokjin laughed, seeing hoseok pout. “shall i carry my prince back to bed?”

hoseok blushed, but before he had the chance to respond, seokjin was lifting him and cradling him against his chest. hoseok watched as seokjin proudly carried hoseok out of the bathroom and down the hall, back to jungkook’s room.

once in jungkook’s room, seokjin lowered hoseok onto the bed before climbing in as well. hoseok eagerly moved so that he was resting on top of seokjin’s chest, his ear pressed over his hyung’s heart. seokjin’s hand landed in his hair, moving to scratch gently at the scalp. hoseok hummed in appreciation.

seokjin started mumbling about different things, such as where jungkook’s surprisingly eventful trip to the doctors and yoongi’s recent attempts at teaching namjoon to cook. hoseok hummed occasionally, showing he was still awake, but he was more than happy to simply listen to his hyung ramble on. he felt so warm and loved.

he knew it wouldn’t be easy for him to change his mindset of putting the members before himself. he wasn’t good with his feelings a lot of the time. he was determined to work on it, however, driven by his love for them.

he had been thinking of love as a sacrifice for so long. love wasn’t giving oneself up for someone else. love was giving and taking, never letting one person collapsing under the weight of their own love and sacrifice.

“hey hyung?” hoseok finally spoke up.

seokjin hummed, gently tugging on hoseok’s hair.

“i love you, jinnie hyung. thank you for taking care of me.”

seokjin grabbed one of hoseok’s hands and brought it up to his lips, giving it a kiss. “anytime, hobi ah. i love you too.”

this is what love feels like, hoseok thought to himself, cozy on seokjin’s chest.

love was yoongi coming in later with medicine and a heating pad, kissing hoseok’s cheeks and joining in on cuddling because yoongi never passed up on cuddles. it was jimin massaging his sore muscles, making hoseok turn into putty from how good it felt.

or when namjoon, shy as ever with his affection, spent a whole day carrying around a recovering hoseok, kissing him whenever namjoon would set him down. it was taehyung helping him take a much needed bath once his fever broke, and joined with jungkook who happily added hoseok’s favorite bath salts.

and love was when hoseok, fully back to health, takes his time going around to each member and telling them that he loves them very much, no matter how much it made his heart squirm.

it totally was worth it, hoseok decided. they would always be worth it.

(when a week later, taehyung started puking during the middle of dance practice, hoseok couldn’t help but laugh. taehyung had it coming; the vocalist just had to kiss hoseok on the lips as soon as possible. hoseok made sure to rub his dongsaeng’s belly to make up for it. taehyung was known to sleep for long periods of time when sick, which could be worrying but usually ended up fine.

what was even funnier was when namjoon went down too, albeit not as dramatic as taehyung. the leader had tried to get away with it and head to work in his studio, but one very unamused look from seokjin sent him right back to bed.

hoseok helped seokjin cook jook for the two sick members, laughing as seokjin complained about namjoon’s stubbornness. all they really needed to do was send one of the maknae’s to cuddle him and namjoon would stay put. unfortunately, jimin and jungkook had vocal practice and wouldn’t be back until later in the evening. yoongi was in charge of taehyung, so he was out too.

in the end, hoseok took it upon himself to keep namjoon resting, considering how he had acted when he was sick. namjoon looked a lot less intimidating when his cheeks were tinted pink and he asked for his ryan plushies for comfort, hoseok mused.

yoongi got the bug right around when namjoon was recovering. thankfully, he was the only one who got sick, much to seokjin’s relief. yoongi was a pretty easy sickie; all he needed was cuddles and a hand to hold while he threw up and he would be fine.

two weeks after yoongi got sick, jimin crawled over to hoseok’s bed in the middle of the night. when hoseok woke him up in the morning, he proceeded to vomit all over hoseok’s comforter. hoseok was only a bit disgusted, more worried about jimin. he ended up having to care for his roommate the entire week; the bug was particularly stubborn with jimin.

everyone was anticipating seokjin getting sick. he did at one point, but after vomiting his dinner and sleeping for 12 hours, seokjin was perfectly fine.

“ya, it takes more than a stomach bug to take me down,” seokjin boasted, resulting in all the members groaning.

“you say that as if you didn’t spend a week recovering from food poisoning last year,” yoongi had retorted.

it wasn’t the easiest time, as they struggled to balance schedules and reworking things when one or two members were out. all of them were relieved when the bug was finally done with them, eager to get back to their normal hectic life.

they’d all fall sick once again at some point, but they all cared and loved each other. they would always be there to care for each other)

#finn writes #sick!hoseok #bts emeto #bts sickfic #tw vomit #spare some feedback lol i wanna know if i should keep doing long ones like this #ot7 #no i wont be expanding on this pls dont do that to me iwjfeiojowhfiojeow

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