#bts fever
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I wrote this when i was suffering from a fever and in my second writing style, not my usual one, a first person perspective.
It's J-hope as the sickie with some unnamed sickness and apparently caught in a thunder storm? I'm guessing the storm exists because of another project I've been working on.
Warnings: Vomit and a nightmare that mentions hospitals and severe sickness
I'm gonna post it because even if no one likes it. I do. It's unedited, but i think editing it will ruin the charm I like and I had a request for a fever dream and one exists in here.
I can hear them calling my name, but my voice refuses to make a sound, and even if it did, the storm would drown it out.. I can't get my body to do anything. When I try to open my eyes, everything is just a green haze, and when I close them again, the door I'm desperately trying to reach is burned into the back of my eye lids.
Everything hurts, and I'm freezing, but I can feel the sweat dripping into my eyes, but I can't get my hand to move, only able to twitch my fingers.
I want them to come.. I don't want to be alone, but no matter how hard I try, nothing comes out except for coughs that make everything worse.
"Hyungie.. oh no..." I hear footsteps approaching and a voice I know, but I can't place who it belongs to. Why can't I remember?
"I found him.. he made it back!" He shouts to the others, causing the pain to increase. It feels like someone was stepping on my head, pushing it into the ground where I lay, but I know there's nothing there..
I feel my head being lifted, the person putting my head in their lap. I hear myself groaning softly. It hurts to move. Every muscle screams when it's forced to move.
"It's okay, it's okay.. we'll get you help.." I hear them speak again, feeling their fingers brush against my forehead, moving the hair that's been tickling my nose, for I don't even know how long. When did I fall? How long has it been?
They get the sweat from my eyes, and I try to thank them, but I only a cough comes out, and it hurts deep in my chest.
"What happened?" A new voice asks.
"Is he okay?" And another.
"He's burning up.." The first voice, the one holding me, answers. "I think he hit his head when he fell.."
I know they are still right by me, but their voices sound like they are getting farther away, like I'm sitting at the bottom of a pool trying to hear what the people on the surface are saying. The sounds of them talking made my head spin.
I try to open my eyes, but anything is still fuzzy.. I can't make out the person I'm looking at, but I know I should. It was like looking through a shower door..i could make out their shape, but all their features were blurred.. "I'm sorry. I don’t know why i can't remember.." I tell them, but they don't respond to what I say, only shushing me as one of the new people pick me up.
Being lifted made my stomach hurt, my chest tightening as I a painful gag comes, one after another, but nothing comes up, just the painful tightness in my muscles and spit. My eyes water, and my nose drips. I wanted to just get it over with, to just throw up, but I just can't get anything up.
"I'm sorry Hobi-hyungie..." The voice holding me says, cradling me closer to try to keep me from moving.
I try to reply, but only coughs come out.
"Hyungie, what do we do? It's raining too hard to go to a hospital.. even with umbrellas, we could hardly see where we were going.."
Someone says something, but I don't know what.. or who. I could feel the heart of who's carrying me race wildly. Were they scared?
I try to reach to touch them.. to comfort them.. but my arm won't lift. I couldn't hear them talking anymore, and everything gets even darker fading to black.. Everything is so heavy.. I can't keep awake...
I hear one of the voices from earlier. They're crying.. I can hear it in their voice.. It's different from before, and they sniffle loudly, making my head hurt.. everything still hurts, but my body listens to me this time, allowing me to reach for the person sitting next to me. "No..cry..." I had to push my voice out, and it was even more painful to talk than before, but the pain was worth it since they heard me.
"Hyung.. you're up.. oh, I'm so relieved.. you scared me.." They take my hand and squeeze it. I can feel the wet tears from them wiping their eyes. "Are you feeling any better? You fainted after Jungkookie put you down..."
"I don't feel well.. hurts.. it all hurts and I'm col..."I cough again, an awful hacking sound.
I don't recognize my own voice. It comes out wrong, too deep and yet somehow whiny. I hate it.
"Do you think you can drink some tea for me?" They speak gently to me. "It might help your throat."
I try to open my eyes, but even the natural light from the window was too much, making it feel like someone was drilling inside my head. I only get a peek of who was talking.. their large brown eyes sparkled with tears. I reach for them blindly, finding their wet cheek. "No cry.." I repeat, but doing so makes me cough, painfully shaking my chest.
"I'm sorry.. I'm sorry.. I'll try.." I feel them grab my hand, taking deep, shaky breaths. I'm the one who should be sorry.. I'm the reason why everyone was upset..worried..
"Here, hyungie, can you drink a little for me? Enough to take something?" They put a small pill in my cheek and straw by my mouth. If drinking will cheer them up...
I sip on the tea the warm liquid feeling nice until I swallowed.. It hurts to swallow, feeling like something constricting my throat to make it nearly impossible. I managed to get a few swallows before giving up just enough to feel the medicine slide down, turning my head away.
"Hyung is he up?" I hear the voice of another person entering the room.
"Yeah, but he's still really hot.. did you guys get any luck getting a hold of someone?" The first person answers.
"No. There's no service no matter where we go.. the storm must've knocked out the phone line..
That's right.. there was a severe thunder storm warning...
"No hyungie, don't worry... we'll figure it out okay? Is there anything you need?" The first voice asks softly after scolding me.
"I'm cold.."
"Do you want me to hold you?"
I nod my head, then feel them wrap around me. "Tell the others he's awake okay? I'll stay with him." He softly orders the second voice, gently rubbing my arm. I bury my face in their chest, breathing in the familiar scent. I know them.. I know that I do, but I just can't remember.
"I got you hyungie, just try to sleep more okay?" They wrap the blanket tightly around both of us.
I try to answer, but only a low hum comes out. I can hear the others soon after.
"How is he?"
"Is he still delusional?"
"Have you given him any medicine?"
All the voices mix together, unable to tell who was talking. It hurts...
I try to cover my ears to stop hearing them, and feel myself bringing held tightly to the younger boys chest.
"Go." The boy told them in a tone I hardly recognized as his... that's the last thing I remember before the pain became unbearable.. everything fading away to blackness once more.
"You're going to get sick too." I hear someone whispering, sounding either worried or angry, or..maybe both? Was it Yoongi's voice?
I try to listen to their voice more, but he didn't talk..it was the person holding me that did.
"I don't care. I left for a little bit to use the bathroom and when I came back he was trembling.. I don't want him to suffer hyung.. even if I go now it's probably too late. I'm sorry but I'm staying with Hobi-hyung.."
I open my eyes, not wanting them to argue over me, but I couldn't lift my head from the younger boys chest. My body is still too heavy...
"Hyung? Are you up?" The younger boy must've felt me trying to move, because they were trying to help me move so I could see who was in the room. I saw the pale skinned boy out of the corner of my eye.
"Yoongi...?" My voice comes out scratchy, still unrecognizable. They sit next to me on the bed, moving closer to me.
"I'm here..." Yoongi pushes the wet bangs from my face. "You're still burning up, do you think you can take some medicine? We need to get your fever down.."
"Can't..swallow.."
"I know it probably hurts, but you need to at least try, okay?" Hyung gets up to get it.
What was the point of asking if I don't have a choice...?
"He's just really worried about you. Don't be upset with him okay?"
I try to reply to the younger boy, but only a cough comes out. They rub their hand across my chest and it helps ease the pain loosening the tightness. The coughing doesn't stop though until a yellow slime comes up out of my throat, making me gag.
He rushes to get a trash bin, sitting me up so I could throw up. It burns when it comes up, and it didn't only come from my mouth but also came out of my nostrils. He keeps his arm wrapped around my chest, holding me up as i hug the trash, mouthfuls of hot Vomit filling the trash bin.
"What happened?" Yoongi rushes back to the bed, rubbing his hand down my back.
"He started coughing so hard he started getting sick.."
My sides burned as the heaves kept coming even after my stomach was empty, only small strings of spit coming up.
"Breathe Hoba.. Breathe.." Hyungie gently urges me, but I only feel angry.
It's not like I'm not trying to already..
I continued to try to breath, but the dry heaving continues, followed by bouts of coughing that made my head feel like it'd shatter if even a feather landed on top of it. Hot tears poured down my cheeks and more voices started talking, but I couldn't process any of them.
My vision was becoming unclear again.. the pain becoming more than I could take..
I'm gonna faint...
"We need a doctor.."
The voice was either Jiminie or Seokjinnie hyung, but I don't know which.
"I already tried to drive to town, but there's a tree on the path out.." it was Yoongi hyung again. He was adding a wet rag to my forehead, trying to get the sweat off.
"Is cold.."
"Shi..Hoba you scared me!" Yoongi's eyes are wide open, clearly surprised that I was awake.
"Where'd...Where'd they go..?"
"Where did who go?" Yoongi hyung asks me, confusion on his face.
"The...the person who was wearing bracelets.." I try to remember who was holding me, but all I could remember was the black lock bracelet and a red thread bracelet I saw on his wrist.
"Taehyungie? I told him he had to go eat.. he'll come back. Me and Hyung are here though. Do you want anything?"
"Pain to go away.." I try to ask for something for the pain, but I couldn't think of the word.
"What hurts Hoba? Is it your stomach?" Seokjin-hyung starts rubbing his hand across my stomach before I can reply with gentle circles.
"Don't.." The word comes out in a wet burp that tastes foul.
"I'm sorry!" Seokjinnie hyung quickly pulls away, but it was too late. My mouth fills with hot sick, and I sit up quickly, swallowing it down.
"Hyung get the waste bin!" Yoongi-hyung desperately tries to help me, but it was too late. The vomit already came back up, spraying out across the bed and onto Yoongi.
Seokjin places the trash bin into my lap for the next round. My cheeks burn hot with embarrassment my eyes filling with tears that roll down my face dropping into the bin with the next mouthful of sick.
"Oh Hoeseok-ah.. don't worry about it, I'll go get some new bedding and wash up. It's okay. You can't help it if you're sick." Yoongi pulls the blanket off the bed, balling it up.
"What happened?" The voice I couldn't place earlier.. it was Taehyungie. I can't believe I'd forgotten..
"I was trying to help, but I only made him worse.." Hyungs voice is heavy with guilt.
The puking stopped just as quickly as it started, most likely because there was nothing for me to throw up.
"Oh my poor hyungie.." Taehyung wraps around me, pressing his head to my cheek. "You're burning up again.. we were finally getting it down.."
"I'm sorry.."
"Don't be sorry, Hyungie. Just relax, okay? We'll get you feeling better.."
I lean against Taehyung, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine. "Don't let go.."
"I'll lay with you as long as you like, but Hyungie, do you think you can take medicine for your fever?"
Medicine..that's the word I needed!
"It looks like he wants to. Hyung, let's try again." Taehyung eagerly shakes Yoongi's leg.
"I'm going, calm down, Tae." Yoongi gets up, bringing me a few pills and the tea from earlier now cool on my throat as I force the pills down.
"Good.." Yoongi smiles. "That's a big relief.."
Seeing him smile was worth the churning in my stomach. I had to keep them down for them, but I could already feel my stomach bubbling up, trying to push up my throat. I bury my face into Taehyung’s chest, forcing him to lay by pressing my head into his chest.
"Okay, okay. I got it. You're sleepy.."Taehyung gently runs his fingers through my hair. "I'll stay with you all night.."
"Let's let him get some sleep, Yoongi-yah.." Hyung pulls Yoongi-hyung out, leaving me alone with Taehyungie.
"I can't..everything hurts..no matter how much sleep.."
I've been in and out of it..but I still wake up feeling awful..
"Is there anything I can do to help you sleep?" Taehyung asks softly. "I know rubbing your belly didn't help, but maybe there's something?"
"This is enough.."
"Are you sure?"
I nod, cuddling closer. Even though I said I didn't need anything, I feel his hand run down my back and feel the vibration of him softly humming a tune I knew, but I just couldn't place.
I'm supposed to be the older one protecting him. What if he really does get sick?
I wanted to tell him he should leave, that I'd be okay on my own, but the words don't come. It's selfish..feeling the warmth of Taehyung against my feverish skin. I couldn't bring myself to tell him to go..
The others will take care of him if he gets sick.. it's fine if I keep him.. just for tonight...
'The medicine isn't working. His fever is still rising.' A faceless doctor rushes around the also faceless nurses. The only one who did have a face was Taehyungie who lay shivering on the hospital bed, covered in wires as they try to help.
'Taehyung-ah!' I rushed to his side and grabbed his hand, but he was too hot to touch. It felt like I put my fingers on a hot pan. His skin was blotchy with rashes from the fever, and the only response I got from calling his name was a soft whimper.
The machine started beeping loudly, his heart working too hard to try to slow his heavy breathing, his oxygen levels still low.
One of the nurses covers his face with a breathing machine, and another turns off the blaring monitor. They check his temperature once more. 'If it gets any higher, he's going to suffer permanent damage..'
'No, no, there must be something you can do..' I sob grabbing onto Taehyung’s hand despite the burning feeling. 'Please.. please save him..'
'You did this to him.. this is all your fault!' Jimin appears out of nowhere, tears streaming down his cheeks, his eyes like two daggers. 'You got him sick!'
'But I didn't mean to..' Was all I could get out.
'If he doesn't make it, it's all your fault, and I won't forgive you!' Yoongi appears next. His tears hurt even more than seeing Jimin.. my chest feels like it's about to burst.
'I'm sorry...I'm sorry..' I sob into my palms.
'Sorry won't make him better.' Jin's voice was next, coming out icy cold.
"Hoseok-ah!"
It was Taehyungie's voice.
It was only a dream. My eyes fly open, revealing I wasn't in a hospital room, but the house we rented for our mini vacation. Taehyungie was sitting up next to me. I cling to him desperately, relief washing over me when I feel his cool skin against mine. "You're okay.. you're okay.." My voice comes out as a sob, only now realizing the tears followed me from my nightmare.
"I should be saying that to you.. Aiigo Hyungie you scared me.." Taehyungie holds me close, stroking my back. "Don't cry, it's just a dream.."
"You..you..were re..really s..sick.." My voice comes out in Shaky hiccupy like gasps, unable to catch my breath. "I..I d..don..don't want you to..to..." I couldn't breathe anymore my words getting cut off my coughs. The room was spinning, I couldn't stay sitting up. I lean
"You gotta breathe Hoseokie-hyungie, deep breaths.." He takes deep breaths with me, the tightness in my chest loosening with every breath until the coughs stop. "Tae...?" I whisper.
"What is it Hyungie?" He responds to me while wiping the tears from my face with his Hoodie sleeve.
"Y..you could get si..sick fro..from me th..though.. are..are you sure you..you.."
"No, hyungie, I'm fine. You're the one who's sick. Don't worry about what ifs. Just worry about getting better, okay?" Taehyung speaks to me in a soft tone, still sounding worried as he continues to rub my back. "The storm is starting to let up, so we'll get you proper help, but until then, you gotta hang in there for me.."
I nod, trying to catch my breath. Hearing his voice was soothing.. I wanted him to talk more, but I couldn't find my words, just shaky gasps came along with tears I couldn't get to stop.
"Hyungie, please don't cry.." Taehyungie talks on his own. "I promise I'm okay.."
"What happened?" Yoongi's voice is in the doorway.
"He had a bad dream because of you saying I'd get sick from staying in bed with him." Taehyung says sounding a little angry at him.
"What?" Yoongi comes in the room, taking a seat near me.
"He had a dream I was sick.. it must've been from you talking about it earlier." Taehyung says with a pout.
Yoongi looks at me with a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry Hoba. I didn't mean to worry you. I'm sure Taehyungie will be fine. Even if he's not, we'll take care of him."
"What if it's too bad?" My voice comes out in a whisper.
"Taehyungie is strong. He can fight it off. Right Tae?" Yoongi sounds confident, but I can't tell if it was fake.
"Yeah. I'll be back on my feet a week tops." Taehyungie smiles. "Did you find out if it's safe enough to get him to the hospital?"
"Namjoon-ah says the roads are still flooded, so we can't go yet. You'll have to take care of him for a little while longer." Yoongi-hyung is trying to keep his distance, but I can see his hand moving towards me, wanting to take my hand.
I grab onto it, squeezing it. "It's okay.. I'm feeling a little better.."
"You don't look any better, but you seem to be thinking clearly again.. earlier you were just speaking nonsense.." hyung replies to me, but I'm not sure what he means.. not unless he meant when I was trying to ask for headache medicine..
"Don't worry about it Hoba. Do you think you feel well enough to try to eat a little bit? Seokjinnie-hyung made some jook for when you woke up." Hyungie brushes off my confusion with another question.
My stomach feels upset at just the mention of food, but I don't even remember the last time i ate. "I can try.."
"If you can't don't force it okay?" Yoongi squeezes my hand before leaving the room.
"What time is it?" I suddenly wonder when i realize how bright the room is.
Taehyungie checks his phone. "It's almost four.."
"In the morning?"
"No. The afternoon.."
"I slept that long?" The words come out with a cough.
Taehyungie shakes his head. "You've been in and out of it since we gave you a bath.. do you not remember last night Hyungie?"
"A bath...?" I tilt my head, feeling confused. I don't remember anything after falling asleep after getting sick.
"Yeah, you needed it after getting sick like that and Namjoonie-hyung thought it could help with your fever. Me and him washed you up."
The memory floods back to me, Namjoon cradling me to his chest as he carried me to the bathroom, the soft light of candles lighting up their worried faces as they used a cup to wet his hair.
'I know Hoba, I know you're cold, but you're too hot, we need to cool you down.. just a little longer baby.' Namjoon's voice echos in my memory..
"You okay Hobi-hyung?" Taehyung waves his hand by my face, getting my attention.
"Yeah, yeah.. I remember..I'll have to thank Joon later.."
"You don't have to worry about that. He knows you're grateful."
Seokjinie-hyung comes in the room with the food Hyungie prepared. "Here, Hoba. I warmed it back up for you."
"Hyungie my tummy.." The smell of the food was sending my stomach over the edge. I started to gag, covering my face with my hand.
"I'll put it back in the kitchen. I'm sorry." He scurried out as if he did something wrong. But none of it was his fault...
"Hyungie.." I didn't want him to go..
"It's okay Hoeseokie hyung.. he understands.."
"I want Hyungie.."
"You want him? Okay. I'll go get him for you. Stay here. I'll right back." Taehyungie gets up from the bed, and a shiver runs down my spine when his warmth is taken away. I pull the blanket closer while I wait. It's only been a few seconds, but I already feel lonely.
"You wanted me, Hoba?" Hyung returns quickly but doesn't enter the room fully until I reach out for him. "Hold me.." My voice comes out more whiny and needed than I intended, but I got the result I wanted. Hyung rushed to the bed to lay next to me.
"Come here, seok-ah, hyungs here now.." he holds out his arms, and I curl up against his side.
"I'm sorry.."
"Why are you sorry? You tried.. that's all that matters.. you can try again later, okay?" Hyung gently scratches the top of my head down to the back of my neck.
It felt nice, easing some of the headache. I could feel the tension in his body, though. He's afraid to make me worse.. I wanted to tell him he was making the pain go away, but end up coughing.
"You're still really sick, Hoba.. I think you should try to sleep a little more.." Hyung says, pulling his hand away from my head.
"No hyungie, don't stop.."
He lets out a giggle
"Whats funny?"
"You're being so needy right now. It's cute.." Hyungie starts moving his hand through my hair again, his shoulders slumping back down.
"I want you to laugh more.. I like your laugh.."
"We can laugh together when you're better. Okay? I'll tell you so many jokes."
"Tell me one now.."
"No baby, no jokes right now.. how about I sing to you instead?"
Hyungie doesn't feel like telling jokes.. he must still be sad..
"Okay.. sing to me...I want disease.."
"Disease?" I get a smile out of him, watching him take out his phone to look up the lyrics. "Alright..I'll try.."
I only make it halfway through his song before I fall asleep again, the gentle touches of Hyungie lulling me back to sleep.
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Aki's Masterlist
All my works, organized and collected for convenience. Each work has a more detailed list of warnings and descriptions to keep this list clear and concise.
I will do my best to keep this updated as I post new works. Please let me know if there are any errors with the links.
If you're interested in expanding this list, I recommend you start here.
Sick Namjoon Fics
Doctor's Orders: Part 1 || Part 2
Caretakers Jungkook and Yoongi ft Food Poisoning (nausea/emeto/fever)
There Goes My Nap
Caretaker Seokjin ft Nausea/Emeto
Courtesy Call
Caretakers Jungkook and Yoongi ft Fever
Stood Up (NON-IDOL ROMANTIC AU)
Caretaker Jimin ft Flu (Fever/Emeto)
Just a Small Fever
Caretaker Main Seokjin and rest of BTS ft Appendicitis
Running On E
Caretakers Yoongi and Jungkook ft Exhaustion/Fainting
Adventures in Take Out
Caretaker Seokjin ft Double Food Poisoning (Emeto/Scat/Fever)
It Was Supposed to be Korean
Caretaker Seokjin ft Lactose Intolerance (Emeto/Scat)
The Show Must Go On
Caretaker OT7 ft Flu (fever/emeto)
Sick Seokjin Fics
Cravings (MPREG AU)
Caretaker Yoongi ft Morning Sickness (Nausea/Emeto)
Ill Confession
Caretaker Namjoon ft Fever
Layers
Caretakers Jungkook and Yoongi ft Fever/Emeto
In the Middle of the Night: Part 1 || Part 2
Caretaker Jungkook ft Emeto/Fever
Adventures in Take Out
Caretaker Namjoon ft Double Food Poisoning (Emeto/Scat/Fever)
Sick Yoongi Fics
5-Star Boyfriends: Part 1 || TBC (COLLEGE BOYFRIENDS AU)
Caretaker Hoseok ft Flu
Just Jimin
Caretaker Jimin ft Emeto
Love Jack
Caretaker Hoseok(kinda) ft Fever/Cough/Sore Throat
Time Management
Caretaker Hoseok ft Hiccups/Overindulgence
Sick Hoseok Fics
We're Just Roommates: Part One || Part Two || TBC (NON-IDOL AU)
Caretaker Namjoon ft Emeto/Fever
Tummy Ache
Caretaker OT7 ft Aggressive Stomach Ache
Mealtime with SUGA
Caretaker Yoongi ft Bloating/Stomach Ache
Safe Zone
Caretaker Yoongi ft Enteritis (Emeto/Scat/Fever)
Sick Jimin Fics
No Promises (COFFEE SHOP AU)
Caretaker Namjoon ft Flu (Fever/Mentions of Emeto)
Movie Night Fever
Caretaker Taehyung ft Fever
It's Gonna Be You(Ngi)
Caretaker Hyung Line ft Fever/Emeto
More than Hunger
Caretaker Taehyung and Yoongi ft Emeto/Fever
A Trip to the Antique Store
Caretaker Taehyung ft Snz content/Allergy
Pan De Bono
Caretaker Seokjin ft Lactose Intolerance (Emeto/Scat)
Nothing Bad Can Happen
Caretaker Namjoon ft. Gluten Intolerance
Sick Taehyung Fics
As Long As It Takes (POLY RELATIONSHIP AU)
Caretakers Jimin and Yoongi ft Fever
Snow Day
Caretaker Yoongi ft Fever
Sharing is Caring
No caretaker (technically) ft Cold (snz/congestion)
All Alone
Caretaker Namjoon ft Cold (snz/sore throat/headache) and Fever
Sick Jungkook Fics
Appa's Sick Day: Part 1 || Part 2 || TBC (MARRIED WITH KIDS AU)
Caretaker Taehyung ft Flu (Fever/Emeto)
Runaway (ORPHAN JUNGKOOK AU) June 27 || February 2
Caretaker Seokjin ft exhausion (P1) and Fever (P2)
Doctor's Orders: Part 1 || Part 2
Caretaker Namjoon and Yoongi ft Injury
Overdid It
Caretaker Jimin ft Overindulgence/Emeto
Sharing is Caring
Caretaker Taehyung ft Cold (snz/congestion)
I Don't Get Carsick
Caretaker Namjoon ft Motion Sickness
Hyungs Can Help: Part 1 || Part 2
Caretakers OT7 ft Cold (snz/congestion/fever)
More Than the Drinks
Caretakers OT7 ft Intoxication/Stomach Ulcer
In the Middle of the Night: Part 1 || Part 2
(Sick JK only in part 2) Caretaker Seokjin ft emeto/fever
A Recipe for Disaster
Caretaker Namjoon ft Food Poisoning
#bts#aki sickfics#aki writes#aki masterlist#bts sickfics#sick!namjoon#sick!seokjin#sick!yoongi#sick!hoseok#sick!Jimin#sick!Taehyung#sick!Jungkook#caretaker!OT7#bts emeto#bts fever#bts snz#wow I really hate naming all my request fics
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His angel
Word count: 922
Sickie: Taehyung
Caretaker: Jimin
Cold/fever based high school vmin drabble.
we know that jimin used to wake up before taehyung in high school, so imagine:
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Jimin gets up and starts getting ready for another school day, Taehyung still fast asleep. Jimin doesn't think much of it when Tae doesn't respond to him calling his name the first time- he never was a morning person. So it isn't until Jimin is finished getting ready and Taehyung still hasn't budged from his bed that Jimin grows concerned.
"Taehyung?? Get up, we're going to be late," No response. Jimin pulls back the comforter and shakes the sleeping boy's shoulder gently. Jimin's eyes widen at the heat he feels radiating off of Taehyung's body. It's then that he notices how tae's brow is knitted together in discomfort and his damp bangs stick slightly to his forehead.
"Jiminie, stop it please." Taehyung's plea comes out as a weak, quiet whine. Jimin's heart breaks for his friend. he smooths back Tae's bangs with his palm and sighs at Taehyung's uncomfortably warm skin, confirming that he's running a fever.
"Y-you're burning up," Jimin says aloud, to himself more than anything. Jimin wracked his brain as he looked down at his sleepy friend. He was at a loss for what to do. Neither Jimin or Taehyung had been sick away from home before. His concern only grew when he realized that they didn't have any medicine. Or tissues, for that matter. Taehyung's voice breaks Jimin away from his train of thought.
"Jimin-ah, go." he says. Jimin's puppy eyes intensified as his brows knit in confusion.
"What?"
"Go," he repeats, "You're gonna be late."
"I can't leave you alone, I-I shouldn't." Jimin says softly.
"I'll be fine, please just go." There's a finality and desperation to Taehyung's voice that has Jimin pulling away from his best friend against his better judgement. His lips press together in a tight line. There wasn't much Jimin could do for Taehyung if he stayed anyway, and the anxiety of missing school weighed heavy on his mind.
Jimin stands up from the edge of Taehyung's bed and slings his backpack over his shoulder. He pulls the comforter back up to Tae's chin.
"I'll come straight home as soon as the last bell rings, okay? Feel better, Taehyungie." Taehyung's eyes were already closed as Jimin switched off the lights and closed the door behind him.
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As jimin boarded the train to school, he thought of only Taehyung. He couldn't shake the image of his sick friend from his head. His skin was pale, his cheeks were flushed, and his hands trembled slightly from fever. Jimin kicked himself mentally for not having a thermometer to even check how high his temperature was. The longer he thought about it, the more he wanted to be by his best friend's side. So, he made a decision.
Instead of getting off at their usual stop, Jimin got off the train three stops earlier and made his way to the convenience store on the corner. He loaded up on everything Taehyung might need- cold medicine, fever reducers, snacks- the works. With both arms fully loaded with bags of supplies, Jimin boarded the train again, this time, in the direction of home.
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It had only been about 45 minutes since Jimin had left for school, but Taehyung failed to fall back asleep. The chills running through his body and the slight chatter of his teeth despite being buried in heaps of blankets prevented him from doing so. Taehyung couldn't help but miss his home. He longed for the sweet relief of sleep; he longed for someone to hold him and tell him that everything would be okay. He longed for Jimin.
But Taehyung's thoughts were interrupted by a certain brunette boy barging through the door, grocery bags in hand.
"Jiminie?" Taehyung noted the hoarseness in his voice that wasn't there before.
"What're y-"
"I got you some medicine. And some snacks- your favorite." Jimin felt Taehyung's puzzled gaze on him as he shuffled through his bags and tossed him a bottle of banana milk.
"Why aren't you... What about-" Questions flooded Taehyung's fevered mind.
"I know you told me to go, tete, but I couldn't leave you alone all day." Jimin began to explain. His hand unconsciously brushed Tae's bangs out of his eyes, his thumb rubbing small circles on his temple as he cupped his cheek.
"No one should be alone when they're sick. Besides, I wouldn't have been able to focus at school, anyway." Jimin added shyly as he averted his eyes at the ground.
Taehyung's expression softened as he gazed up at his best friend. He truly was Taehyung's angel. His eyes began to water against his will, but he didn’t care. He knew Jimin understood. And if anyone asks, he'll blame it on the fever, Taehyung thinks.
Taehyung pulls back his comforter and moves over for his best friend to join him, and he happily obliges. Jimin knows he'll have to get some medicine in him eventually, but for now, he wants to be there for his soulmate.
The two lay in comfortable silence, their breath in time with each other as Jimin ran his fingers through Taehyung's hair. Taehyung presses his cheek into Jimin's chest, holding him tight and not daring to let go. He looks up to Jimin's serene face. His angel. Taehyung knew then that they would always be there for each other no matter what, in every situation.
"You know you're probably gonna get sick too, right?" Jimin looked down at Taehyung's adoring eyes and smiled contently.
"Good thing I have you to take care of me then."
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A/n: Hello this is my first fic ever that I didn't even mean to write it was just an incomplete imagine I had in my head but!! If anyone wants to discuss all of the bts sickfic things w me please feel free- headcanons, prompts, anything!
#bts sickfic#sick!taehyung#caretaker!jimin#bts fever#i didnt mean to write a whole fic or even a drabble#bc im not a writer#but anyway#taehyung sick
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This look RAHHHHHH
Your relationship with your boss was an odd one. It was obvious to everyone in the precinct that you and the detective were more than just boss and secretary. But you would never admit that, and August D had a weird way of showing his fondness. It was the same way every workday—come in at 6:30, find the detective already at his desk, make him coffee, start the day. He would fuss and scold you for little things, make excuses to stay at your desk and talk to you.
You two kind of danced around each other, an unspoken possessive from the detective, and you playing coy until he finally fesses up that he likes you.
He storms out of his office while you’re scheduling his next meeting.
“Didn’t I tell you not to mix up these documents?” he says, holding up a manila file folder. He looks quite frustrated, cigarette hanging loosely from his mouth, suit jacket off and sleeves rolled past his forearms.
Yelling at you like this does virtually nothing in his favor—if anything it just makes you rub your thighs together. “I’m sorry sir,” you smooth out, batting your eyelashes up at him. “I thought your desk needed some tidying, and you were out in a case so..” He gives you a pointed look. “That doesn’t give you a reason to touch anything in my office. If I want you to tidy anything of mine, I’ll ask you to.” You nod, turning your attention back to the computer screen in front of you.
“Did you schedule my meeting with Captain Jung?” He asks, leaning over the front of your desk. You can feel him staring into your forehead, almost trying to make you squirm in your seat. “Of course sir, I just finished. Your meeting is for 4:30 today.” “Good.” He gives you one last long look over before pushing off your desk and walking back into his office.
You look up from your computer, staring at the deep mahogany that separates you and your boss. “Y’know, we have a running bet pool on which of you is gonna confess first.” Your coworker, Su-min slides over to your desk and props her hand under her chin. “What are you talking about? There’s nothing going on between me and him,” you sigh. “Sure. Tell it to the rest of us.” She chides back. “Don’t you have a case to be doing right now? That missing girl right? How long has it been?” “About a week or so. I really hope we can find her alive, but it’s starting to look grim.” She grimaces. “I hope you end up finding her either way—“
“Y/N! My office, now!”
Suddenly his door was cracked, and you could see him walking back to his desk, waiting for you.
You turn to Su-min and grimace. “Duty calls. Tell me about the case after I get done with this.” She grins at you. “Don’t start fooling around in there, keep it PG!” You roll your eyes, standing from your desk and walking into the detective’s office.
“You called for me detective?” You answer sweetly. “Sit. I have something to talk to you about.” You sit in one of the leather chairs in front of his desk, feeling his eyes on you the whole time. He gets up and rounds the front of his desk, leaning against it to look at you better. “We’ve known each other for quite sometime now,” he starts, arms folded and head down. He smirks. “You and I both know that I’ve been dancing around you these past years-“ “Is that what you call it sir?” He pauses. “Excuse me?” “Is that what you call it, this situation I mean. I was very aware of your feelings about me from the day we met sir. The whole precinct knows how you act around me.” “..I’ve been that bad at hiding it then?” “Pretty much.”
He sighs. “I know I haven’t been…vocal..about my feelings for you. I’d like to fix that. Do you want to go to lunch with me sometime?” You smile at his bluntness. He’s always been bad with words like this, saving his poetical vocabulary for high-stress situations with criminals. “What’s so funny?” He asks, brow raised, smile on his face. “You are. You’re so bad with words sir..” You giggle. He leans down, gripping either side of the arms on the chair. He’s so close to you now, noses almost touching. “I am, hm? And that’s funny?” You nod. He chuckles. “I’m looking forward to getting to know you.” “Lunch right? What time?” “Lunch time.” You grimace. “Well, I assumed that much. 12 or 1?” “12:30.” “12:30 it is. I’ll mark it on your personal calendar.”
He lifts himself from his position, rounding his desk again and sitting in his chair. He stares at you longingly. “I’d suggest you get back out there. Wouldn’t want to keep the office waiting on who won that bet.” You chuckle. “Yes sir.”
Second fic rawr
This came to me in a feverish daydream
Also because of boredom
Hope you like!!
#min yoongi#yoongi#suga#boyfriend yoongi#min yoongi x reader#suga fanfic#suga fluff#suga x reader#suga x y/n#suga x you#yoongi x y/n#yoongi x you#yoongi x reader#yoongi smut#min yoongi smut#yoongi fluff#yoongi gif#haegeum#haegeum yoongi x reader#suga smut#bts suga#secretary x boss#idk what this is#came to me in a fever dream I guess#actual fic is otw I just have to figure out wtf I’m going to write lollll#hope y’all enjoy
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No makeup on, I love that sh-
You so damn beautiful, I swear you make me sick
[cr. moreloveforhobi]
#jungkook#jeon jungkook#jeongguk#jungkookedit#bts#btsedit#btsgif#gif#userkelli#usersky#annietrack#userdimple#raplineuser#tuserandi#rjshope#useremmeline#usermaggie#dailybts#fever dream#HOW?!!!!!? HOW IS HE SO GODDAMN GORGEOUS#the moles on his nose and neck makes me WEAK
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throwback jikook: 4 / ∞
↳ summer package 2017
#jungkkyukgif#maknaelinegifs#usersky#btsgif#btsedit#trackofthesoul#dailybts#pjmdaily#jungkkyuktbjikook#jikook#kookmin#bts jungkook#bts jimin#jeon jungkook#park jimin#jeon jeongguk#*#mine#made this to remind myself it's real and not a fever dream
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i can’t DO this anymore😭
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Sleepyhead
Title: Sleepyhead
Word Count: 2261
Summary: Nothing can wake a sick Taehyung up when he’s sleeping, except for maybe a sneeze.
Sickie: Taehyung (snz/cold/flu)
Caretakers: Jimin, plus the others
A/N: I wrote this with Taehyung as the sickie, since he was #2 in this poll, and also wrote it with Jungkook (#1 in poll) for an upcoming scene in long sickfic w/out title so stay tune for that soon!
Jimin’s legs are falling asleep.
He shifts a bit back and forth on the couch, testing how much he’s going to be able to move without waking Taehyung, who’s currently using his lap as a pillow, but Taehyung only keeps snoring and doesn’t react in the slightest.
Jimin sets his book on the arm of the couch and slowly unfolds his legs from their crossed position. He stretches one foot out in front of him, then the other, pointing his toes forward and sighing in relief at the pull in his aching muscles. He shifts again, leaning slightly to one side until he feels a satisfying pop in his back. He rolls his shoulders a few times for good measure and then carefully palms Taehyung’s forehead.
Taehyung is still warm, still feverish, but it’s to be expected. Jimin cards his hands through the sleeping man’s hair, smoothing it all back from his face until it’s fanned out around his head.
Suddenly, Taehyung’s nose twitches, and Jimin sighs because he knows what’s coming next. He reaches over and plucks two tissues from the box that’s resting between Taehyung’s arm and the back of the couch, bringing them up to Taehyung’s face as he waits for the inevitable.
Taehyung’s current snore breaks off into a half-snort, half-cough, and his eyelashes flutter. His nose twitches again, his reddened nostrils flaring wide, and then Taehyung sniffles hard enough that his nose scrunches up.
“Poor thing,” Jimin murmurs as he watches Taehyung’s struggle. “Can’t even get a nap in without needing to sneeze.”
Taehyung’s lips part and he sniffles again, the sound more insistent this time. Jimin tucks the tissues around his nose and Taehyung’s eyes open just a fraction.
“Hhng,” he whines softly, congestion stopping the sound from coming out fully.
Jimin peers down at him. “Hey, Tae. Go ahead and sneeze. I’ve got tissues.”
“Huh?” Taehyung’s brows furrow.
Jimin pats him on the chest. “Go ahead.”
“Go…” Taehyung pulls in a shaky breath. “Hhg?”
With a soft laugh, Jimin nudges the tissues against Taehyung’s nose, but the sneeze never comes. Instead, Taehyung lets out a tiny, weak cough and then blinks hard several times, trying to keep his eyes open for long enough to focus on Jimin’s face.
“That tickles,” he whispers, bringing one hand up to paw at his nose. His hand bumps Jimin’s hand and he whimpers when he can’t push the offending ticklish tissues away.
“Oh,” Jimin chuckles, quickly pulling the tissues away from his nose. “I thought you were gonna sneeze. Sorry. Go back to sleep.”
After a long pause, Taehyung tries to open his eyes again. “Don’t wanna…sleep.”
“Do you want to blow your nose first? Here, go ahead.” Jimin situates the tissues around Taehyung’s nose once again. “Blow.”
Taehyung snorts and sniffles but does not blow his nose.
Waiting patiently, Jimin pats Taehyung on the chest again. Taehyung doesn’t respond. With one hand, Jimin fishes his phone out of his pocket to text Jungkook, asking him to bring a cool compress and some other supplies.
Just when Jimin thinks Taehyung has fallen asleep again, he turns his head just slightly and sniffles wetly before he murmurs, “Jimin?”
“I’m right here. Go ahead and blow your nose.”
“Wanna go on a walk,” he murmurs instead after another full minute of silence.
“A what?” Jimin laughs. “Taehungie, dear, you can’t even stand right now. No walks today, okay?”
Taehyung doesn’t hear him. He’s already asleep again.
He doesn’t truly wake up after that for a few more hours, instead drifting in and out of consciousness, feverish and exhausted.
During that time, Jungkook brings a new fever patch and a cool compress along with a much needed cup of coffee for Jimin.
“You’re a lifesaver,” Jimin moans into his coffee cup.
“You’re gonna get sick too, you know,” is Jungkook’s reply. While he’s been very attentive to both his and Taehyung’s needs, continuously checking on both of them and bringing anything Jimin asks for, he’s worried about germs and he’s sure to let Jimin know everytime he comes near.
“I have a great immune system,” Jimin counters.
Jungkook nods knowingly and leans on the back of the couch, his hand traveling to the back of Jimin’s neck. He massages there for a few minutes, and Jimin moans because he’s been sitting on the couch for the entire day and Jungkook’s strong hands know exactly how to find the knots in the neck.
When he’s done, Jungkook reaches down and briefly runs his fingers through Taehyung’s hair in a comforting gesture, but he’s quick to pull away.
“I’m gonna go wash my hands,” he says. “And go breathe some fresh air. Text me if you need anything.”
“Will do,” Jimin replies, smiling gratefully.
Taehyung doesn’t move a muscle, staying sound asleep throughout the entire exchange.
It’s a little while later when Seokjin brings Taehyung’s next dose of medicine out to the living room.
“Has he been this warm this entire time?” He asks Jimin, hand on Taehyung’s forehead.
“No.” Jimin shakes his head. “It’s just in the past fifteen minutes or so that he’s been pretty hot. It’s definitely time for more meds.”
Seokjin slides his hand down to cup Taehyung’s cheek. Taehyung’s eyelashes flutter, but he doesn’t wake, and Seokjin just doesn’t have the heart to wake him up. “He still has fifteen more minutes until he’s due for another dose,” he reasons, pressing the backs of his fingers to the side of Taehyung’s warm neck with a frown. “I’ll go grab him some water first.”
Seokjin brings water and then leaves after about ten minutes, promising to return soon but letting Jimin have the task of waking Taehyung up.
“I just don’t have the heart to wake him,” is his excuse when he looks at Taehyung’s flushed, sleeping face.
“I understand.”
After Seokjin leaves, Jimin realizes he’s starting to sweat under the warmth of Taehyung’s body. He also needs a bathroom break, so he eases himself off the couch and stretches his arms above his head. Taehyung snuffles but otherwise remains asleep. When he returns from the bathroom, it takes Jimin another five minutes to properly coax Taehyung awake, and he only stays awake long enough to let Jimin prop him upright and tip the medicine into his mouth, and then he swallows one single sip of water before he’s out again.
Taehyung is still snoring away in Jimin’s lap when Hoseok and Yoongi return home from their long meeting.
As soon as Hoseok is through the door, Jimin can hear him loudly explaining something to Yoongi, boisterous and full of energy like usual. When Yoongi spots Taehyung asleep on the couch, though, he puts a finger to his lips. It takes Hoseok a second to see him, and when he realizes he spins around.
“Oh! Sorry,” he whispers when he sees Taehyung and Jimin on the couch.
Jimin just smiles and goes back to his book, tightening his arm around Taehyung protectively. Taehyung doesn’t even stir.
When Namjoon comes to find Taehyung, he’s still sleeping in Jimin’s embrace.
“I was thinking of making him a doctor appointment,” Namjoon tells Jimin, keeping his voice low. He settles on the arm of the couch and reaches down, rubbing his hand up and down Taehyung’s arm. “I don’t really want to do it without his input but I haven’t been able to catch him awake all day.”
Jimin chuckles and sets his book down. “I say go ahead and make it. Earlier he was agreeable to the idea of going to get shots and maybe an IV if he wasn’t feeling better.
Namjoon nods. “Okay. Will do. We can always change it later.” Glancing down at Taehyung, fondness mixed with a bit of worry in his expression, he sighs. “And how are you feeling?”
“So far, so good.” Jimin gives a thumbs up. He reaches down and brushes his fingers over Taehyung’s forehead. “Hopefully I’ll avoid catching this. He’s been having a rough time.”
Taehyung murmurs something in his sleep and Jimin draws his hand back. Taehyung remains asleep, though, and soon he goes back, cupping his face and rubbing his thumb back and forth across his fever-hot cheek.
“I’ll text you the details in case you want to share with Tae when he wakes up and I'm not here,” Namjoon says, and then he leaves to make the phone call.
Jimin picks up his phone and sees that he has three texts from Jungkook, all asking if he wants something: want me to pick up more tissues at the store? and want to go to the movies on saturday if tae is better? and I’m by the cafe do u want another coffee?
He’s replying to the texts– yes, sounds fun, and YES PLEASE– when he hears a sound across the room.
“Oh.” Yoongi’s standing in the space between the couch and the kitchen, a cup of steaming hot tea cradled between his hands. “I didn’t realize he was still sleeping.”
“Poor thing is so tired,” Jimin confirms.
Yoongi walks over and sets the tea on the coffee table and then disappears back into the kitchen. A short while later, he returns with two more mugs, one for himself and one for Jimin.
They sit and sip on their tea. Taehyung sleeps on. Even when they’re done, and Jimin is ready to get back to his book, Taehyung is still asleep, snoring away with his head in Jimin’s lap.
“I’ll make him more when he wakes up,” Yoongi says with a small smile. He picks up the mug, freezing when Taehyung suddenly sniffles.
Jimin looks down and sees Taehyung’s eyelashes fluttering. He reaches down and rubs his chest, waiting for him to fall back asleep or wake up. Yoongi sets the mug back down on the coffee table in case it’s the latter, and Taehyung’s lips part with a small whimper.
“Hey,” Jimin says, rubbing his chest some more. “It’s okay, Tae. You can go back to sleep if you want.”
Taehyung’s eyebrows furrow. “Nnndhh.”
“Shh, you’re okay.”
Taehyung’s nostrils flare, and Jimin’s eyes widen. “Oh!” He quickly grabs a tissue and holds it up to Taehyung’s face. Nose twitching, Taehyung sucks in a breath, and then his eyes flutter open only to slam shut in the next second as a massive sneeze barrels out of him.
The sneeze is so loud that it makes Jimin’s ears ring and Yoongi, despite having seen it coming, clasps a hand to his chest in surprise.
A minute later, Namjoon, Hoseok and Seokjin all come out to check on Taehyung.
“Sounds like someone is awake,” Namjoon says with a smile.
“That was some sneeze, Tae,” Hoseok comments. “Bless you!”
Jimin and Yoongi chuckle and watch as Taehyung sniffles and paws at his nose, eyes half closed.
“Still waking up,” Namjoon amends his earlier statement.
There’s a sudden loud knock on the door– it sounds more like a kick– and Seokjin hurries over to check the peephole. He opens the door immediately to reveal Jungkook standing there with two trays filled with various to-go beverages.
“Sorry,” he grins. “I didn’t have any hands to knock.” He looks past Seokjin and spots Taehyung sitting up on the couch, hair sticking up in all directions as he scrubs at his red nose. “Oh, shit, did I wake him up?”
Seokjin shakes his head. “Nope, he just woke up a few minutes ago.” He takes one of the trays and carries it into the living room.
Jungkook passes out iced coffees to everyone, and a cup of hot tea to Taehyung. “The barista said it’s sweet, but good,” he says, and Taehyung smiles blearily up at him before taking a sip. He still looks half asleep, and a minute later he’s handing Jimin his cup and sliding back into a reclining position.
“Anyone want to keep me and Taehyungie company?” Jimin asks the room. “We can put on a movie?”
Jungkook nods and chooses the seat furthest from the pair. He pulls his knees to his chest, sipping on his iced coffee and giving a pleased hum.
Taehyung is asleep again before the movie even starts. They keep the volume low, but Taehyung is a dead weight against Jimin, snoring softly and not so much as flinching even when one of them laughs or the movie gets loud. As the movie is ending, though, he moans softly, his eyelashes fluttering. Jimin runs his fingers through his hair and smiles down at him.
“You waking up, sleepyhead?” He asks.
Taehyung’s face scrunches up. He doesn’t open his eyes, but he rolls over halfway until he’s on his side, nuzzling his nose against Jimin’s stomach. He sniffles, a low whine in his throat when Jimin pats his hip.
“Let’s get you to your bed, hmm?”
Very slowly, Taehyung opens one eye, then the other. He peers up at Jimin and hunches forward like he’s trying to curl up into a ball. He starts to move one hand up towards his face, but it smacks into Jimin’s elbow. He whimpers congestedly in frustration.
And then, he sneezes.
It’s not particularly loud, as far as a Taehyung-sneeze goes, but it is aimed directly at Jimin, completely uncovered, and forceful enough that it shakes the entire couch.
For a moment, there’s nothing but silence.
“Wow,” Jungkook eventually says from across the room. He has a blanket wrapped around his entire head and body like he thinks it might help shield him from the germs. “Ohh, yeah. You are so gonna get sick, Jimin.”
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Going Home Early
Prompt: Hoseok goes home far earlier than expected from work, where his confusion becomes everyone else's confusion.
Sickie: Hoseok
Caretaker: Yoongi
Content: emeto, fever, nausea, disoriented, m/m
The last thing Yoongi expected at eleven that morning was for Hoseok to return home. It was their average Tuesday, with Yoongi working on some music for the label he wanted to turn in later that week, and Hoseok heading to catch up on paperwork before the youth dance classes that afternoon. Hoseok had woken up worse for wear according to Yoongi, but he said he was fine, so Yoongi made him coffee and left him at it. He’d barely gotten into the groove of a solid EDM beat before the door to the studio in their apartment opened, and the light of the hall behind him had him turning around.
Just who…
“Seokseok-ah?” Yoongi called softly.
Hoseok looked dazed as he made his way over to Yoongi’s mini-fridge, squatting in front of it. He opened the door and glanced around, but his brows furrowed as he scanned the waters and beers Yoongi stashed in there. Glancing at his face in the dim lighting, he could catch a faint sheen to his skin, his bangs already a little damp with sweat. But his studio was usually cold, and it wasn’t a particularly warm day, so it had Yoongi raising his eyebrows.
“It’s not here…” Hoseok mumbled. After a second, Hoseok turned to his boyfriend, who flipped on the desk light. With better lighting, Yoongi could see an almost glassy look in Hoseok’s eyes too. “Yoongi, darling… you don’t have it in here?”
“Have… what in there?” Yoongi questioned him.
Hoseok stared at him for a moment, brows furrowed as if he was concerned Yoongi didn’t just know what he was talking about. But then he gestured to the fridge and said, “face cream.”
“Face… cream?”
With a loud huff, obviously frustrated, Hoseok rose to his feet and left the room. Yoongi let a second pass, then another… but something was completely off about the dancer’s entire demeanor. Yoongi just jumped from his chair and hurried after him, catching Hoseok staring at the pantry in the kitchen, as if deep in thought. It was bright enough in the living room that they didn’t need to turn on the overhead lights, and the natural sunlight brought out the deep flush on Hoseok’s cheeks. His pallor seemed completely off, and he had to be sick. Frowning more, Yoongi pressed his palm over his cheek, feeling the heat rolling off Hoseok in waves.
“Hobi…”
“Yoongi, I can’t find my face cream. I checked under the juice, it’s not there.”
“Honey, you’re not making any sense. Why would it be in the kitchen? Or… does it need to be refrigerated?”
“No, you melt it.”
Hoseok’s hand pushed Yoongi’s away and the man looked further in the pantry. His hands shook as he pushed aside a bag of chips and pulled out a ramen pack, examining it closely. Or under some sort of scrutiny, as Hoseok had begun to glare at it. He pushed it back into the pantry and moved his hands in again.
“Yoongi-yah, if you’re not going to help me find it, why are you just standing there?” Hoseok complained. But after a moment, he lurched forward, a harsh cough erupting from his mouth. Not even having time to move his hands away, he merely turned his head downward and coughed again. Yoongi’s hand immediately moved to Hoseok’s back, patting his back roughly in hopes of shaking loose whatever phlegm choked him up. As Hoseok finally caught his breath, his he moved back from the pantry, and Yoongi gently moved him over to the kitchen table trying to urge him to sit. Hoseok fought him, albeit extremely weakly, one hand rubbing at his chest while his other tried to shoo the smaller musician away.
Yoongi just moved his cooled hands to Hoseok’s cheeks, thumbs gently stroking underneath his eyes. He turned Hoseok to face him, finally meeting his eyes.
“Seokseok-ah, baby, look at me.” When Yoongi spoke, his voice was low and soft, rather soothing. His lazy time bedroom voice, Hoseok had called it once, something he always seemed to drop into when someone had a bad day and sought out his comfort. Hoseok blinked, but he stopped trying to struggle. “Honey, you’re not making any sense,” Yoongi explained.
Hoseok almost crumbled. His frown grew more intense, his eyes almost welling with tears. Yoongi shushed him softly, thumbs still brushing at his cheeks. “It’s okay, baby, it’s okay. Don’t be upset. You’re just really sick, okay?”
With a small whine, Hoseok nodded. “Explains some stuff…” he mumbles. Things, to Hoseok, make a little more sense now, Yoongi can see it in the slow realization growing on his younger boyfriend’s face. Hoseok immediately looks upset, so Yoongi pulls him in, placing a kiss on his forehead before hugging him closely.
“Let’s go to back to bedroom, Seokseok. Put on some comfy clothes, hmm?” As he spoke, he ran his hand down Hoseok’s spine, listening as his shaky breathing stabilized and grew more slowly. But he couldn’t fall asleep standing up, certainly not. So Yoongi stops, pulling Hoseok back by his shoulders, and begins to lead him back up towards the bedroom. It took some shuffling, Hoseok barely moving his legs and consistently pausing to ask Yoongi about skincare products, but he managed to get his boyfriend seated on the bed. Hoseok was almost like putty, with no fight in him as Yoongi helped him shrug out of his jacket and then pulled his long-sleeved tee off, leaving him in just his undershirt. He cooperated as Yoongi pulled his shoes and then wiggled his jeans from his hips, letting out a small laugh when Yoongi grumbled about ‘unsexy conditions’.
“We can still have sex, I really like having sexy conditions,” Hoseok mumbled, his leg lifting to drop on Yoongi’s arm. Yoongi just laughed, moving his hand over to massage Hoseok’s calf, grinning as Hoseok’s face melted into a pleased, lazy smile. Absolutely like putty.
“Maybe when you’re feeling better. Nap first.” Maybe if Hoseok was lucid by tomorrow, Yoongi would tell him what he said to embarrass him. Instead, with another kiss to Hoseok’s cheek, he slipped away into the bathroom to fetch the thermometer, returning to slip it into Hoseok’s mouth. The younger man waited patiently for the device to beep, eyelids blinking heavily, and Yoongi frowned as he watched the numbers slowly climb. His heart sank once he watched it move over 38°C. Finally it beeped and Yoongi pulled it from his lips to confirm a 39.5°. That was absolutely no good.
“Come on, Seokseok, let’s lay down, okay?” Yoongi mumbled to him, pulling him to his feet. Hoseok whined at the movement, face scrunching in discomfort at having to move. But Yoongi went slowly, a hand across his shoulders, leading him almost as if he was made of glass. With Hoseok’s condition as it was, he may as well be. Yoongi walked the dancer over to the side of the bed and yanked back the quilt, helping him lay down to rest his head on his pillows. Once he made sure Hoseok was comfortable, which included assuring him he’d definitely go look for the damned face cream, he gave him another pillow to hug and pulled the light blanket over him. Hoseok barely laid down for a minute before he’d already fallen asleep. That would make things easier for him.
With a sigh, Yoongi immediately got to work.
~+~
Thankfully, they seemed to be stocked, he’d discovered during an inventory check in the bathroom. The medicine cabinet always had painkillers and bandages, a side-effect of being in Hoseok’s profession, but Hoseok had also purchased a small pack of cold and flu tablets, cough syrup, and allergy medication for the spring months. And, a gem—a package of cooling gel patches. Yoongi wasted no time in hurrying to place one on Hoseok’s forehead, whispering soft apologies as Hoseok whined at the temperature difference. He moved once his boyfriend quieted down again, going back to read the labels on what he figured they’d need.
He then moved to the kitchen, pulling out the leftover juk from yesterday’s breakfast and immediately heated a small bowl. He doubted his boyfriend would eat much, but it was worth trying since he’d skipped breakfast when he left just a few hours earlier. How had Hoseok’s condition gotten so bad so quickly? He must have been feverish when he left that morning, but even in his sleepy haze he seemed plenty aware. Maybe his fever spiked from dancing… He knows his boyfriend is known for pushing himself. As he stirs the warmth from the stove back into the cool broth, he pulls out his phone and makes a quick call to their long-time friend, and Hoseok’s favorite coworker.
Park Jimin answers his phone with a sigh of relief. “Yoongi-hyung, thank goodness! Hob-ah made it home okay? He didn’t answer my texts!”
Yoongi wasn’t even sure if Hoseok had his phone. “He’s back, but he’s delirious with a fever that high,” he mumbled.
Jimin sighed. “I knew I should’ve taken him home… He said he’d be okay, he just said it was low. I’m never trusting him again!” When Yoongi heard a stomp echo in the background, he couldn’t hold back a laugh. Jimin probably stomped his shoes in one of the empty dance halls; Yoongi had seen him do it enough times, often far too childish and absolutely hilarious, and he couldn’t help but laugh over it. It seemed to relieve the tension if anything. “Well, I’m glad he made it home safely. He didn’t seem to be that bad off when he left, just his headache… Just take care of him? I’ll come visit tonight.”
“Okay, okay. I’ll go down and make sure he at least parked in a real spot… What time did he leave the studio?”
“Uh… around nine? He really wasn’t here that long before I kicked him out.”
“Nine? But it doesn’t take two hours—”
Jimin and Yoongi both seemed to have the same realization at the same time. Hoseok’s dance studio wasn’t far from their apartment, around thirty minutes on foot. Sometimes on warm weather days, Hoseok would jog over as his warm-up or walk to one of the nearby coffee shops and take a bus home. Since it’s been chilly, it would have only been a five-minute drive. Yoongi turned down the stove and hurried over to where his boyfriend abandoned his jacket, searching the pockets for Hoseok’s car keys. All the while, he could hear Jimin’s quick huffs as the younger dancer ran outside. When Yoongi didn’t find anything in the pockets but Hoseok’s phone, he hurried over to the clothes to check—
“Hyung, his car is still parked out here.”
“Can you find his keys?”
Jimin sighed as he checked around the car, but soon Yoongi heard him mumble, “Not here, not inside either.” Then, a little louder, “I’ll check inside. They may still be in his office. Did he bring his bag?”
Now that Jimin mentioned it… “He didn’t.”
“Aish, this idiot. Well, I’ll let you know if they turn up here. See you later, okay?”
“Mm. Thanks, Minnie.”
Yoongi returned to the stove and picked up the spoon again, stirring the juk once again. He filled a bowl, grabbed a water bottle, and grabbed an ice pack and headed to the bedroom. Hoseok hasn’t so much as turned since Yoongi had tucked him in. Yoongi just set the items on the bedside table and shook his boyfriend’s shoulder to rouse him.
“Seok-ah, come eat some juk,” he coaxed gently.
Hoseok’s face scrunched in discomfort, and he shook his head. “No… ‘m nauseous,” he mumbled. “Just ‘unna sleep.”
“You’re nauseous?” Yoongi pressed a hand to Hoseok’s neck. “You didn’t eat at all this morning, right? That’s probably why…”
Hoseok barely grumbled in response. But he needed to eat something to take the medicine, or he’d regret it later. Yoongi sighed, patting his shoulder again. “Come on, just a little juk. It’ll help.”
Hoseok whined again, but opened his mouth, as if expecting Yoongi to feed him as he was. Yoongi laughed. “You gotta sit up or you’ll choke, Seokseok.”
“Hyungie, no…” Hoseok whined. He brought an arm to rest over his eyes and just frowned. Yoongi wasn’t going to give him a break, given the gentle patting, but he smiled when he felt Yoongi’s lips press on his cheek.
“Come on, Seokseok-ah… Juk is warm, got chicken in it.”
“I’m gonna throw it up.” Hoseok whimpered at the idea. But he nodded gently at Yoongi’s coaxing and lets the older man pull him to slouch against his shoulder. He leaned forward as Yoongi leaned, and his head almost dropped forward.
Yoongi sighed and grabbed the bowl and spoon. “We’ll try just a little, okay?”
“Just… just a little. Okay.”
Yoongi moved slowly and began to spoon feed Hoseok, giving his boyfriend ample time between bites to slowly chew the soft rice. Hoseok seemed to be enjoying it, opening his mouth first after a few bites before Yoongi managed to scoop the spoonful. Around a third of the way in, Hoseok shook his head, turning his face into Yoongi’s shoulder. Pressing a kiss to his temple, Hoseok smiled. “You did so well, baby. Now, ready to take medicine?”
“Noooo,” Hoseok whined.
With a soft laugh, Yoongi replaced the bowl and instead reached for the water bottle and the tablets, pulling them from the pack. He tapped Hoseok’s cheek, and Hoseok merely opened his mouth.
“They’re going to be bitter on your tongue…”
“It’s okay,” he mumbled.
Yoongi set the pills against his boyfriend’s tongue and lifted the water bottle to his lips, letting him take a cool sip. Hoseok took a second before lifting his mouth, moving his face away. He then went absolutely pale, cheeks puffing as he took a breath. Yoongi didn’t even have time to move, startled that Hoseok was about to throw up on everything—but he soon let out a heavy burp and sighed in relief.
Oh, good.
Yoongi helped lower the dancer back onto the bed and covered him with the blanket again. “Rest, okay baby?”
Humming, Hoseok was quick to fall asleep again. Yoongi took the time to wipe his face and neck with a cold washcloth, whispering soft apologies as he noticed Hoseok’s face scrunch in discomfort in his sleep. His breathing was even, if not a little congested, and Yoongi could only hope he’d stay asleep longer. He left the door open, creeping back to his studio down the hall. He left his own door open, sure he’d hear if Hoseok woke from his nap. Deciding to focus just on quieter tasks instead of turning open the soundboard, Yoongi just made sure to save his work a handful of times before opening his email. He typed up a quick message to his boss to let him know there may be a day or two delay, then began reading through the other messages he’d gotten over the day.
Only a few minutes in and his phone went off, a quick text message from Jimin: ‘He dropped his keys off at the front desk, Suran had them’.
‘Thank god,’ Yoongi replied. Goodness knows he didn’t want to worry about trying to get a locksmith and replacing the locks of Hoseok’s car, so that was one less thing to worry about. Jimin followed up his response with asking if Yoongi needed any errands run, and while Yoongi began brainstorming a gag errand to send him on when he heard a gagging of a different kind.
A loud, pained retch, followed by a splash, and a hiccup. Jumping from his desk, the musician abandoned his phone and ran to the bedroom, grimacing at the sour smell that hit him from the doorway. Hoseok, eyes half-lidded and very much out of it, leaned over the side of the bed and coughed up another mouthful of white-yellow sludge, splashing the blanket and the rug by the bed with it. His knuckles gripped the side of the bed, white from the effort, but the next mouthful splashed on his fingers immediately. Yoongi quickly jumped over to grab the trash can from the bedside table, holding it under Hoseok’s mouth. His other hand reached over to pat his back.
“Oh Seokseok, it’s okay, let it out,” he murmured to him.
Hoseok choked up another wave, barely able to catch his breath before another retch overtook him. His stomach cramped fitfully, and Yoongi could spot tears forming in his eyes from the effort it took just to keep going. He merely rubbed his back, trying to stay comforting as Hoseok rid himself of the little bit of porridge he had managed to take down, along with what looked like yesterday’s dinner. It took a few good minutes longer, but soon Hoseok was merely retching out what little bile he could choke out, forcing himself to spit. He took a deep breath before his head dropped on the pillow, obviously spent by the extra effort.
“Yoongi,” he mumbled, voice hoarse and shaky. “Yoon-yoon, that… that hurt…”
“I know, baby, I know. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”
Setting the trash can next to the mess, Yoongi pulled the blanket back before pulling Hoseok to sit up. He took the washcloth he’d used earlier, which had been sitting next to a bowl of warming water, and used it to wipe away his mouth and his fingers of any excess vomit, just for Hoseok’s comfort. His boyfriend needed to change anyway, as he noticed the vomit had gotten on Hoseok’s sleeve as well as the blanket. His shirt seemed damp with sweat anyway, so perhaps a change was in order anyway. Yoongi just tossed the washcloth onto the floor and reached for his boyfriend’s arms, helping lead him off the bed, cautious of the original splash mess on the floor.
“Yoon-yoon… I gotta clean…” The dancer’s eyes watered as he looked down at the mess, color draining from his face save for red splashes across his cheek as he began to work himself up.
Yoongi shushed him immediately. “Let hyung worry about that mess.” Reaching a hand to cup Hoseok’s face, he stroked his cheek gently with his thumb, smiling at him. Hoseok’s breath hitched, but he did his best to try and calm down as he listened to Yoongi. “I’ve made worse messes. You want a bath? Wanna soak a little, or just want to sleep?”
The answer came quickly: “Bath later? I don’t…”
“Bath later.”
It took some maneuvering, but he got Hoseok to sit on his studio’s small couch in just his boxers, a blanket wrapped around him and trash can next to him just in case. Another dose of medicine just in case, a few sips of water, and Hoseok seemed content to doze there which gave Yoongi time to take care of the mess. He carried the entire bed’s linen to the washing machine and shoved it inside, tossing in more soap than necessary and turning it on. The rug went outside for later him to deal with. Then some mopping on the hardwood floor, some spraying down, wiping it down, replacing the bedlinen, and cracking open the window, and within twenty minutes the bedroom smelled normal again. For extra measure, he took the trash bag from the small trash can and put it into their bigger trash can downstairs, spraying that down too. Between every step, Yoongi checked on Hoseok to be safe, rather glad when he realized his boyfriend really had just fallen asleep curled up in the blanket.
Yoongi really didn’t want to wake him up after that, but he knew he needed to. Fetching clean cotton pajamas, he slipped back into the office. Dressing Hoseok was easier than he’d thought, Hoseok’s half-asleep self quite agreeable as he let Yoongi feed his arms through the sleeves, and clinging lazily to Yoongi’s back as he stepped into the pants. Once Yoongi pulled up and tied the drawstring, he led his sleepy boyfriend back to the clean bed and helped him lay down again, stroking his hair gently.
“Mm… Yoongi…”
Smiling, Yoongi stroked his cheek again, before Hoseok’s hand found his. “Yes, baby?”
“Stay?” Hoseok mumbled. With a soft laugh, Yoongi nodded. Anything else could wait, he had his phone with him… but honestly, a nap sounded pretty good too. “Anything for you, Seokseok.” He crawled over Hoseok onto the other side of the bed, pulling the dancer close to him. Hoseok moved his hand to his stomach, and Yoongi found himself rubbing his stomach lightly, soothing his sick boyfriend back to sleep. It didn’t take much longer for him to drift off right with him.
#bts sickfic#bts emeto#sick!hoseok#caretaker!yoongi#whit writes#cw: emetophobia#fever#sope strikes again
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please sick tae with a high fever? caretaker anyone!
Ooh my favorite person to write for ♡ sorry for the random angst.. I don't know why that popped into my head.
Let’s just get right into it.
Tw; meantion of upset stomach but no emeto.
"Huh? Pause the game, Seo-joon-sii is calling me.." Jungkook picks up the phone. "Hello?"
"Hello. Are you home?"
"Yeah, im just playing a game." Jungkook answers politely. "Why?"
"Oh good. I called a taxi to bring Taehyungie home and want to be sure someone's there to help him."
"Huh? Help? What happened?" Jungkook jumps to his feet. "Is he okay?"
"No, nothing bad. He got a little too drunk.. him and woo-sik both.." Seo-joon speaks apologetically into the phone, feeling partly to blame for not cutting them off sooner.
"I'll be sure he gets to bed safely. Thank you." Jungkook relaxes. "Have a good night." He hangs up. Taehyungie-hyungie must've wanted to show he was a man and could drink just as much as the others..
"What was that about?" Jin asks with concern on his face. "Is Vuu okay?"
"Yeah, he's fine. He just overdid it with drinking.." Jungkook texts Taehyung to see if he'll reply.
Hyung where are you?
Taehyung replies.
I'm coming to home. 3 minutes now.
"I'll go get him pajamas to change into." Jin gets up, going to Taehyung's room.
"I'm gonna wait for him." Jungkook puts on a face mask and waits outside, keeping his eyes cast down, pretending to be too interested in his phone when someone passes by. I'm glad my hair is black right now. It's easier to wait without being recognized.
It doesn't take long for the taxi to come, Taehyung staggering out towards him. "Jeon jungukkkie hi." He greets him warmly.
"Hi hyungie.." Jungkook smiles when Taehyung wraps around him in a hug. "Let's get you inside."
"Jungkook-ah? Did I tells you?" Taehyung speaks excitedly with a bit of slur to his words. "Why we went out?"
"Why hyung?" Jungkook leads him inside, going towards Taehyungs room already knowing the answer. He told him before he went out but loved to see his hyung happy.
"Seojunnie-hyung got the lead role in a new kdrama!" Taehyung says proudly. "He's gonna look so cool.. it's a..ah..oh no.. I forgot the role.." he finished with a pout.
"Oh? Is that what you were celebrating?" Jungkook presses his lips together to stop himself from laughing at his cute expression.
"Yeah! Huh..hyungie? What are you doing here?" Taehyung questions when he sees Jin in his room.
"I'm here to help Kook-ah with you. Let's get you out of those jeans baby." Jin takes over leading Taehyung to his bed, sitting him on the edge.
"I don't need help.. I got it.." Taehyung unbuttoned his jeans, standing to get them off but sways into Jin.
"Tete be careful. Let hyung help." Jin holds Taehyung by his shoulders to steady him while he gets his jeans off, changing into the pajama pants Jin pulled out.
"There we go. Now the shirt, too." Jungkook tugs the shirt over Taehyung's head, putting a fresh one on.
"Here, Tae, drink some water." Jin offers him a water bottle. "Careful not to spill.." he adds as an afterthought when Taehyung takes a drink.
"Mm..I don't want it Hyung..my stomach hurts.." Taehyung hands the water back to Jin.
"Your stomach hurts? Did you eat enough while you were there? Do you want me to make you something?"
"I ate while I was there..but it was too spicy for me..it wasn't supposed to be spicy Hyung.." Taehyung whines, Jin biting his lip to stop himself from laughing at Taehyungs whiny pout.
"Poor Tete..I'll warm you up some of the leftover stir fry we had for dinner, okay? Let's go eat." Jin takes Taehyung by the hand, Jungkook taking the other.
"What's going on?" Jimin asks when he sees them pulling Taehyung.
"Taehyungie is very tipsy.. we're gonna try to sober him up some.." Jin explains, going to the fridge. "Don't worry we got it. Go back to sleep.."
"Taehyung-Ah, wake up..it's time to get ready for practice." Namjoon turns on the bedroom light, pulling the blanket.
Taehyung woke up the next morning feeling awful.. his head was pounding, and he felt dizzy when he sat up, his muscles aching when he moved. "I'm up..I'm up.."
Namjoon smooths down Taehyung's wild hair. "You feeling okay? You look pale."
"I think I'm okay. I must've drank too much last night.." Taehyung rubs the sleep from his eyes, wincing at the brightness in the room.
"You'll be okay. You're still young." Namjoon turns off the light for him. "Go take a shower and eat. You'll feel better."
Taehyung nods, taking a quick shower. The hot water eases some of the pain, but as he gets dressed again, he feels his body starting to ache again.
"I didn't think I drank that much.." he whines when he takes a seat next to Jimin in the dining room, leaning against him. "My head hurts... no. My body hurts.."
"Aw my poor Tete. Do you want me to make you some Haejangguk? I think we have all the ingredients.." Jimin asks, getting up. "I'll get you some juice.."
Taehyung didn't feel hungry, but was willing to try anything to try to ease the pain. "Yeah, that would be great. Thanks Minni." Taehyung gulps down some water, placing his head on the table.
"Morning Jiminie, Taehyungie. Taehyungie, are you okay?" Hoseok greets them with a yawn.
"He woke up hungover, but it's okay. I'm taking care of him." Jimin answers for him.
"Could I maybe skip practice Hobi-hyung? I really don't feel well..I feel like I'm gonna be sick.." Taehyung asks softly, looking up at Hobi with round puppy eyes.
"You shouldn't miss practice. Not when we're in the middle of learning new choreography. You should've thought about that before you went out last night." Hoseok hated being strict, but he couldn't give him special treatment. Not when they made Yoongi do several practices hungover. "But you can ask Namjoonie."
Namjoon had the same answer as Hoseok, so the seven boys went to practice together. Taehyung felt a little better after eating, but he still felt dizzy when he made quick movements, and his muscles still ached when he moved.
"Tae you're out of sync." Hoseok points out when Taehyung's feet don't hit the floor at the same time as the others. "You're going to slow."
"I'm sorry.. I'll get it.. right this time." Taehyung panted, already feeling exhausted despite only being halfway through the practice. He knew what he had to do, but his body just wasn't moving quickly enough.
"Let's take a break.." Hoseok tells them, feeling sympathy for the young vocalist. Everyone scatters to get water, use the restroom or just take a seat leaning against the mirror.
Taehyung sits where he stands, laying flat on the floor. "I'm so tired.." he whines softly, trying to stretch out to see if it'll help his muscles stop aching.
Yoongi and Hoseok go over to him the younger rapper running a hand through Taehyung's sweaty hair. "You're doing the best you can and that's all I ask. Don't look so sad."
"I know what to do. I do. I'm just really tired..I know I can do it..I just can't right now.." Taehyung says with a frustrated sigh, leaning into Hoseok's touch, feeling comfort in the warmth of his hand.
"You'll be okay baby..you'll feel better after a good meal and a nap." Hoseok gently scratches his head.
"Here Tae. Drink some water." Yoongi offers him a water bottle. "You need stay hydrated."
Taehyung sits up, leaning against Hoseok. "I didn't think I drank that much.. I think I'm done drinking for a while." He sips the water, but it feels heavy in his stomach. "I don't think I've ever been this hungover.."
"You've always been a lightweight." Yoongi states bluntly. "You don't need to drink much V."
"I drank less than the others, though.." Taehyung pouts.
"Why don't you just watch for a bit? It looks like you got the moves down. You just need to get on beat." Hoseok suggests, feeling awful for forcing Taehyung to push himself.
"No, no, I'll get it right. I know it. I just can't get my body to keep up with my thoughts. I can picture it in my head." Taehyung explains, feeling irritated with himself for holding the others back.
"It's okay. We still have a few weeks before we perform it live. You'll get it right then. I know it." Hoseok ruffles his hair. "Just watch and listen for now, okay? You can sleep it off when we get home."
Taehyung nods, watching Hoseok gather the others to start practice again. He tried his best to listen to the choreographer's advice and the ideas of the other members on how to improve it, but he couldn't keep focused. It's so bright in here..it hurts..
Taehyung only planned to keep his eyes closed until the throbbing headache became more manageable, but it wasn't long until he fell asleep.
"Should we wake him?" Jimin asks when he notices Taehyung slowly falls over to one side. "He must be really tired to fall asleep even with us having all the back up dancers.."
"I'll ask staff to take him home. He's learned his lesson on pushing his limits." Namjoon bends down to touch the floor."He'll get sick if he sleeps on the floor like that. It's cold.."
Jimin nods, going over to Taehyung, rubbing his hand across his chest to wake him. "Tete, wake up.."
"Mm.. Minnie I don't feel good.. I just want to sleep.." Taehyung whines, sitting up and leaning into Jimin. "I can't.."
"I know, baby. Hyung says you can go home. You can sleep there.." Jimin rubs his hand across Taehyung's back. "Come on. Up you go." He pulls him onto his feet.
"I'll get you home Taehyung-sii." A staff member approaches.
"Thank you.." Taehyung bows, only able to bow his head before he felt dizzy, falling forward.
"We'll probably not get home until tonight. Try to eat something before bed, okay?" Jimin gives Taehyung a hug. "Feel better, Tae."
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Yoongi stretches, limbs stiff from sitting in the same position too long. He's been working since he came home from practice, obsessing over a new song he's been trying to perfect for months. He checks his phone, eyes widening when he sees 2:58 AM on the screen.
"It's already almost three?"He tries to get a drink from his water bottle but finds it empty, discarding it into his trash bin already overflowing with papers he's tossed aside.
He gets up to go to the kitchen, slipping on wetness of a mysterious liquid covering the floor. When he looks around, he jumps when he sees a figure sitting in front of him leaning against the fridge. "Aiish.. You scared me." Yoongi sighs when his eyes adjust to the darkness, hand on his racing heart. From the silhouette,it had to be either Jungkook or Taehyung. "What are you doing?Did you fall? Are you hurt?" He reaches for the shadowy figure, hissing when he feels the heat coming off their cheek. When he doesn't feel Jungkook's cheek scar, he knows who is in the kitchen with him. "Sh*t..You're burning up, Taehyungie.."
Taehyung jumps when he feels Yoongi touch him but relaxes when he recognizes the voice. He stays quiet for a few more moments mind foggy with fever. "Hyung...I'm sorry..the..the water.. I dropped it.." Yoongi hardly recognizes it as Taehyung's voice, it coming out raspy and slow.
"So that's what it was.. don't worry about that. I'll clean it up. First, let's get you to bed." Yoongi slowly pulls Taehyung to his feet, feeling the younger trembling. "Did you get hurt when you fell?"
"Jus..just.." Taehyung stops talking,swaying as another wave of vertigo hits him."Yoongi..Hyung..dizzy.." It's been that way for the past twenty minutes, unable to make it to his feet without another wave washing over him. "Dizzy.." he whimpers in a panic.
"It's okay..it's okay.. I got you.." Yoongi holds Taehyung by his waist, gently stroking his back. "We can stay like this for a bit longer, okay?"
Taehyung nods, leaning against Yoongi, reaching for his hand. Even with his eyes closed standing completely still he felt like he was spinning. "I don't feel well.." he whispers, clutching Yoongi tighter.
"I know, Taehyungie, I know.. it looks like you weren't just hungover. I'll take care of you. I'm sorry i didn't notice sooner.." Yoongi strokes his hair, waiting for the vocalist to stop leaning against him so heavily.
"Are you feeling a little better? You think you can walk for me Taehyungie?" Yoongi speaks gently.
Taehyung stays quiet for a few more seconds, slowly opening his eyes to test if the wooziness really died down. "Y..yeah..slowly.."
Yoongi turns on his phone flashlight to get them safely around the spilled water, walking close to the wall. "That's it, Taehyungie, almost there.. let's get you to bed."
"What's going on..?" Namjoon asks sleepily when he hears Yoongi and Taehyung enter the room.
"Taehyungie is actually sick. He's running a fever.." Yoongi places Taehyung on the bed, placing his phone on the side table.
"What? How bad is it?" Namjoon rushed out of bed, going to Taehyung to touch him, feeling the heat from his cheek. "Sh*t..do we have medicine?"
"We have Tylenol.." Yoongi goes to get up, but Taehyung doesn't let go of his hand. "Could you go get it along with the thermometer?"
"Of course hyung." Namjoon quickly leaves the room.
"Hyungie.. I'm cold..will you cuddle me...?" Taehyung squeezes Yoongi's hand. "Just a little bit?"
Yoongi lays next to him, unable to turn him down when he looks so helpless. Taehyung's usually bright, playful eyes were dulled, already drooping closed from exhaustion. His skin looked pale except for his cheeks that were flushed with fever, and his brown hair looked black from the sweat that pasted his bangs to his forehead. Yoongi's heart ached in sympathy for the vocalist, gently pushing his bangs behind his ear. "You really aren't doing well, Tete.."
"Hyungie, I..I still wanted water..I dropped it.." Taehyung suddenly remembers why he left the room in the first place when a dry cough rattled his chest.
"I know, baby. It's okay. I'll get Namjoon-ah to get you some." Yoongi answers softly, tensing up when he feels himself sweating from just holding his ailing dongsaeng. I need to cool him down..
"Hyung.." Taehyung whimpers when another wave of dizziness washes over him, leaving him feeling nauseous. He takes a handful of Yoongi's shirt into his fist, clenching it tightly.
"What's wrong, Taehyungie?" Yoongi's heart races with anxiety when the only response he gets his a low groan,unsure on what to do to try to help.
"Yoongi what happened?" Namjoon rushes into the room when he sees Taehyung clinging to Yoongi trembling from the cold chills.
"I don't know.. we need to cool him down.." Yoongi takes the water bottle from Namjoon, placing the bottle on the nape of Taehyung’s neck.
"Please..that's cold.." Taehyung jumps when he feels the cold touch his skin, shivering violently against Yoongi.
"Just endure it for me, okay? Just for a little bit.." Yoongi speaks in a soothing tone. "Just for a few minutes, okay?"
Namjoon gently places the thermometer in Taehyung's ear, eyes widening. "It's almost at 40.. fu*k I should've checked in on him when I came into the room. We could've helped him before it got this bad.."
"We don't have time to worry about the past Joon-ah. We need to focus on taking care of him now." Yoongi takes a few breaths to calm his nerves. I'm the oldest.. I need to stay calm..
Yoongi relaxes a little when Taehyung loosens the grip on his shirt. "Are you feeling a little better Tae? Do you think you can swallow some medicine for me?"
"Not..as..dizzy.. but it hurts.. to move.." Taehyung speaks slowly, trying to gather his thoughts.
"It'll only be a minute. Please, Tae?" Yoongi pleads softly.
Despite trying to hide it, Taehyung could still hear the fear in the deagu rapper's voice. "Okay.. okay.." He slowly sits up with Yoongi's help, moaning softly. His muscles screamed in protest, his body trembling with effort.
Namjoon quickly shakes out two pills, gently parting Taehyung's lips to get them in his mouth. He didn't trust Taehyungs shaky hands not to drop them. "Here Taehyungie, drink some water." He quickly offers the water after pushing them into his cheek.
Taehyung takes a mouthful of water, swallowing down the medicine.
"Good, good.." Namjoon controls how much water Taehyung takes, making him take smaller sips after swallowing the medicine. "Nice and slow. You don't want to make yourself sick.."
Taehyung takes another few drinks before laying down yawning into Yoongi's chest. "I'm so..Sleepy.."
"It's okay to sleep now.. that's all I wanted.." Yoongi draws small circles with his fingers across Taehyung's back. It doesn't take long for the younger to fall asleep again. "He's still shivering. Do you think we should get him to a doctor?"
"Let's wait to see if the medicine helps first. I don't want a repeat of last time if I can help it.." Namjoon's heart races faster at the memory. A sasaeng had seen him entering the hospital a few months ago and pretended to be sick so they could see him. Namjoon woke up to her in his hospital room filming him while he slept the blanket pushed off him and his hospital gown pulled up...
He could still hear her screaming while security took her away. Namjoon jumps when he feels Yoongi touch him, reaching for his hand to pull him out of the memory.
"Hey..it's okay. We'll wait it out a bit, and if it doesn't help, we'll call staff to come with us.. nothing like that will happen to Taehyungie, okay?"Yoongi promises, rubbing his thumb across Namjoon’s knuckles. "Why don't you go get a bowl of water and a cloth. We should try to swipe off the sweat, and it'll help cool him down."
"Alright.." Namjoon leaves the room, letting out a short scream when he sees Jin in the hallway. "Aiish, you scared me, hyung. What are you doing up?"
"I woke up to use the bathroom. Have you seen Yoongi? He wasn't in the room when I got up." Jin says with concern about the wrong member.
"Yoongi is fine. He's with Taehyungie.. it turns out he wasn't just complaining over a hangover.. he's running a high fever.." Namjoon tells the older member. "I'm going to get water so we can give him a sponge bath."
"What? Taehyung is sick?" Jin's shoulder brushes against Namjoon's as he rushes past him, going straight to Taehyung.
"Seokjinnie-hyung?" Yoongi questions in surprise when he sees him entering, but he doesn't reply too focused on the young vocalist, placing his hand at the nape of his neck.
"Mn..." Taehyung let's out a quiet hum, moving away from Jin's 'cold' touch.
"Aiigo, my poor baby.. have you given him anything?" Jin whispers, running his hand through Taehyung's hair. "How high is it?"
"We got him to take some Tylenol a few minutes ago, but if it doesn't work, we need to get him to the hospital.." Yoongi explains in a distressed whisper. "Hyung, could you go with Namjoon? He's still a bit shaken by what happened when he went to the hospital.."
That's why he was easily spooked..
"I'll take care of Joon." Jin leaves to the kitchen where Namjoon was filling a large bowl with water.
"Hey, it's okay. You and Yoongi have things under control, you're doing everything right. Taehyungie will be fine." Jin gently massages Namjoon's shoulders, feeling the tension within them. "Take a deep breath for hyung.."
Namjoon turns off the water, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. "I'm sorry..I'm sorry. I know this isn't helping.."
"It's okay to be scared Joon-ah. Don't apologize." Jin hugs Namjoon from behind. "You don't need to be sorry for your feelings.."
Namjoon puts his hands on Jin's, feeling his anxiety melting away underneath the olders touch."Thanks, Hyung.. I'm okay now.."
"Good, now let's go back to the room, okay? I'll take this." Jin lets Namjoon go, taking the bowl from the sink and carrying it to the room. Namjoon quickly grabs a wash cloth from the bathroom, following after.
"You okay now, Namjoon?" Yoongi asks softly when he enters.
"Yeah. I'm okay now. Sor.." Namjoon trails off when he recalls Jin's words. "Don't worry. I'm fine."
Jin takes the cloth from Namjoon, dipping it in the water and wringing out the excess water and wiping it down Taehyung's arm.
Taehyung shivers, clinging closer to Yoongi. "It's cold.." He mumbles softly only Yoongi picking up on it.
"It's okay..i got you.." Yoongi strokes his hand through Taehyung's hair. "We're just trying to help. It's okay." He continues to say sweet nothings while Jin continues to gently wash the sweat from his body, letting out a sigh with he notices the shivering stop.
"It's working.." Yoongi whispers with a soft smile. "I don't think we'll need a hospital, Joon. We can handle this together."
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Hey there sweetheart I'm glad you have many followers you deserved them and even more! Supporting you always!
I would like to ask for a yoonseok one with Hoseok being the one sick. Having not eat to well and being nervous for his upcoming album, his defenses go down and he gets himself the worst enteritis he could have get. His stomach hurts so much he haves the runs and nausea but still he wants to work up more,until Yoongi finds him and has to take care of him.
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Thank you so much Anon! 😊 I really appreciate your kindness and support! I'm thrilled to fill this request for you and hope you'll enjoy it. It's my final deliberate JITB themed request, so I went a little overboard on it. 😅 I've never written enteritis specifically before. But I did research it so I hope this is sufficient. I hope you like it! 🫶🫶🫶
Pairing: SOPE- romantic relationship between members
Words: 3770
Warnings: Emeto || Scat || Graphic Descriptions of Illness || Fever || Enteritis Symptoms || Overworking || Angst
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The sound of the door slamming shut plays though Yoongi's mind on repeat.
Yoongi scrolls again through his chat with Hoseok, re-reading the dozens of apology messages that are still marked unread. The older rapper has been trying to get in touch with his dongsaeng for three days now. He figured Hoseok needed some time to get over it, but this is startling to feel ridiculous. Yoongi sends a new, longer, concern-filled text message every few hours. But his boyfriend hasn't opened a single one.
Once his concern boils over, he decides to reach out to Jimin. The younger dancer is arguably the only other member as close to Hoseok as he is. If Yoongi has earned the title of boyfriend, then Jimin has earned the title of best friend. The two are inseparable in their own way. And Yoongi doesn't mind sharing Hoseok's attention. But he wishes right now that he would receive some of it.
Although maybe he doesn't currently deserve it. It's been three days since Yoongi and Hoseok had an ugly disagreement. It started with playful banter, as most of their arguments do. Hoseok had tried to convince Yoongi to fly to Chicago with him for his first ever solo performance. But Yoongi adamantly put his foot down, making the steadfast decision that he did not want to travel. It wasn’t an attempt to shun Hoseok. It wasn’t because he didn’t want to be supportive. He simply didn’t want to go through the hassle of leaving the county. No matter how much Hoseok pleaded that he needed his boyfriend with him for comfort and support, Yoongi didn't budge on the matter. After Hoseok all but groveled for over forty minutes, Yoongi's blood boiled from the repetitive line of questioning. He said no and Hoseok wasn’t listening. In the heat of the moment, he went off on his boyfriend. He'd gone as far to challenge Hoseok's professionalism and allude that his solo debut would fail because he's too dependent on others.
No words were exchanged after that. The next thing Yoongi remembers hearing is the loud slamming of the front door. The image of Hoseok’s back as he ran out is burned in his mind.
He assumes the rapper has been staying with Jimin. So he finally decides to make the phone call. Jimin answers almost immediately, "Hyung, I was actually just about to call you." He replies with the most forced chuckle Yoongi's ever heard.
He picks up on the tension in the dancer's voice, postponing his question in favor of investigating Jimin's distress. He hopes it will somehow lead him to Hoseok. "Did you need something, Jiminie?"
"I was just wondering if you know what’s going on with Hoseok-hyung," Jimin admits, "he hasn't answered me in a while."
"You and I both. I actually called you to see if you knew how he's doing. He hasn't been home in a few days." Yoongi admits, running an exasperated hand through his hair. The dancer must be really angry if he's shutting Jimin out too. Jimin hadn’t even done anything.
"He hasn't even come home?" Jimin's voice raises an octave in concern. "You don't think something bad happened to him, do you?" There's obvious fear in the question. Jimin rambles off a few absurd scenarios in worry.
Yoongi doesn’t think anything bad happened. He thinks Hoseok is still just mad about their argument. But if Jimin hasn't even heard from him, or about the argument, he's starting to assume the worst. Still, he knows Jimin's already anxious and he doesn't want to upset him any more.
"I'm sure he's safe. We had a bit of an argument the other night, so I thought maybe he needed space and was staying with you." Yoongi shares hoping it will ease Jimin’s concern. Unfortunately, that backfires. Jimin questions again, sounding even more concerned.
"You two fought? Hyung, what did you do?" Yoongi's admittedly a little offended that Jimin automatically assumes he's in the wrong. But he can’t be too mad about it. It's not like he's wrong…
"We just," he pauses to chew on his lower lip. Just thinking about it makes him feel guilty, "had a small disagreement over his Lollapalooza performance. I overreacted. And might have said some pretty hurtful things to him. I may have told him his debut is going to flop." It sounds so stupid to say it out loud.
"Yoongi-hyung, how could you?" Jimin's using his scolding voice, the voice he uses to reprimand Taehyung and Jungkook. But Yoongi doesn't stop him. "You know how stressed out he's been about his album debut and the performance." And yes, Yoongi does know. "He's been really nervous about it. He doesn't need any added stress right now. You know he's already overworking himself." Yoongi knows that too.
When Jimin's been silent for a full ten seconds, Yoongi responds. "I feel awful about it, Jimin-ah. I know I took it too far. I knew the second the words left my mouth. I thought he just needed time to cool off. But he hasn't even opened my texts. And all of my calls go straight to voicemail." Guilt and regret is usually hard for Yoongi to admit, but talking to Jimin has always been easy. The words just fall out. Yoongi’s unable to restrain himself; his emotions pour onto his sleeve.
"I know you probably do feel bad, hyung." Jimin's tone softens again. The wrath of Jimin is a force to be reckoned with. But as quick as it comes, it goes, leaving a gentle warmth behind. "But you need to tell Hobi-hyung you're sorry. You need to talk to him. In person." Yoongi huffs. Why is Jimin always right?
"I would if I could. But I don't know where he is!" The rapper shouts into the receiver. It's not directed at Jimin, just an eruption to ease his own frustration. But he finds that he doesn’t feel any better afterwards. And he quickly corrects himself before another member, another person he cares deeply about, gets mad at him. "Sorry for yelling, but I feel sick just thinking about it. I want to see him."
"Then find him. He has to be around somewhere." Jimin replies calmly. "You know him better than anyone else. You should know where he is."
Jimin's smooth speech feels like a comforting hug pressed around him. He takes a deep calming breath, "I'm going to go find him. You'll let me know if you hear anything?"
"Of course. And you'll let me know when you find him?"
"Absolutely."
"Once you guys figure everything out, tell him to call me. There's something I need to talk to him about." Yoongi can hear the smirk in Jimin's voice. He wonders what Jimin could want to talk about.
"If he talks to me, I'll let him know."
"He's going to talk to you, hyung. He loves you." Jimin reminds like it's the most obvious thing in the world. He’s quick to hang up before Yoongi can argue.
Yoongi doesn’t know where to start. He does know Hoseok better than anyone, so he knows Hoseok’s favorite place is in their home. That knowledge isn’t getting him far. If he hasn’t reached out to Jimin, it’s unlikely that he’s reached out to any other member. Then Yoongi remembers one thing that Hoseok loves on an equal scale to Yoongi and the rest of the members- ARMY. He opens social media to see if Hoseok’s posted anything recently that might give him a clue about the dancer’s location.
He finds an Instagram story posted 18 hours ago. It’s a mirror selfie. Yoongi immediately identifies the practice room and knows it’s in the company building. He stares at the selfie, having to flip back and forth between his and Namjoon’s story after the 10 seconds pass for Hoseok’s. Hoseok looks tired, and uncharacteristically pale. He looks small, but it may just be because everything he’s wearing is at least three sizes bigger than his body. His face is mostly covered by a low sitting bucket hat. And a caption to remind ARMY that he’s doing everything he can to make sure his debut is a success. Yoongi feels that comment is directed more at him than ARMY though. He thinks Hoseok posted it as a clue.
He starts his search from there. He knows at least Hoseok was at the company building 18 hours ago. Maybe he’s still there, living out of his studio. Or maybe someone from the company has seen him and knows where he is. It’s a starting point. So Yoongi makes the short drive over to the company and shoots up the elevator to the dance studio. He finds that same studio reserved for an ENHYPHEN practice.
Next he wanders the halls until he gets to Hoseok’s studio. The door is locked, but Yoongi knows the passcode and lets himself inside. Hoseok’s not there. Though Yoongi speculates he recently was. Their production software is open on his screen. Sheet music and lyric papers are scattered on the desk. His phone is buried among the chaos. When Yoongi picks it up, he notices that the device is dead. He graciously plugs it into the cord that Hoseok keeps in the USB port of the tower powering his desktop and watches for the little battery symbol to light up. He then sets that aside.
When he wanders closer to the work station, he has to throw his hand over his nose. He’s nauseated by the smell coming from Hoseok’s studio waste bin. He immediately recognizes the stench as vomit, but still peeks into the bin to confirm. There’s a bag a quarter filled with brown liquid and undigested stomach contents. Yoongi knows it must have been Hoseok. He wonders how many times Hoseok’s thrown up as he ties off the bag and carries it down to the trash chute at the end of the hall.
Yoongi returns and waits again for Hoseok. He has to come back eventually. The man can’t go more than an hour without using his phone. He sits himself on Hoseok’s oversized couch and keeps his eyes trained on the door.
Hoseok does return, but not how Yoongi expected him to be. Hoseok shuffles slowly through the door, hunched over with an arm clutching his middle and a grimace on his sweaty face. His knees wobble as if Hoseok’s just ran 10 kilometers to get there, but Yoongi thinks that’s hardly the case. A soft breeze would be enough to knock him over.
The dancer doesn’t even notice Yoongi sitting on the couch among his many pillows as he makes his way back to his desk. He practically collapses into the desk chair and has to yank himself back toward the computer. His movements are slow and it seems like even the slightest click causes him pain. Yoongi watches in silence and Hoseok continues to attempt to work through his obvious suffering. He shoots Jimin a quick text to let him know he’s found Hoseok, but to hold off on reaching out.
Yoongi knows he should intervene. He knows he should jump in and force Hoseok to take a break. But he isn’t sure where to start. He wants to apologize for how he acted, how he spoke the other night. But Hoseok doesn’t look like he has the energy to have that conversation right now. He contemplates just jumping in and taking care of him, but he doesn’t want to do that if Hoseok’s still mad about their fight. It’s a paradoxical situation that Yoongi can’t think himself out of. All the answers seem wrong.
It’s not until Hoseok burps up a stream of liquid that splatters loudly inside the unbagged garbage bin that Yoongi jumps in. He’s off the couch and by Hoseok’s side in less than a second. “Easy, love. Take it easy.” He knows how emetophobic Hoseok is. It pains him to know that Hoseok was through this alone. “Just let it out. You’ll feel better. You’re doing great.” He coaxes with gentle ministrations along the dancer’s skin as more vomit spews from his mouth. Hoseok doesn’t immediately push him away, Yoongi takes that as a sign to continue.
Hoseok pants heavily with his face still hovering over the bin. Silent tears run down to the tip of his nose and mix with the sick mess coating the plastic. When he sniffles in an attempt to slow the tears, Yoongi finally realizes he’s crying. “Hobi. Hobi, baby. Tell me what hurts.” He uses one finger to lift Hoseok’s chin, guiding them to make eye contact.
Looking into Yoongi’s soft, innocent eyes only makes him cry harder. His shoulders shake with violent sobs. “Wh-Why are you-ou he-here.” He cries out between hiccuping breaths.
Yoongi gasps, taking a step back. He didn’t mean to upset Hoseok. But he guesses the younger is still mad at him. He takes a deep breath and goes in for the apology, “Oh, Hob-ah.” He uses a tissue to wipe away the rivers of tears that pour down his puffy cheeks. Hoseok allows it, trying to measure his breathing. “I came to apologize to you about the other night.” Hoseok wipes his eyes in waiting. Yoongi takes a deep breath before continuing. “Hobi, I am so sorry for the things I said the other night. I know how hard you’ve been working, and how nervous you are. It was insensitive of me to use that against you. I want to make it up to you.” Yoongi takes Hoseok’s hand into his own, using his thumb to rub over the soft sweaty skin on the dancer’s palm. “Can you forgive me?”
Hoseok, again, doesn’t pull away. He wants to stay mad at Yoongi. He wants Yoongi to feel the consequences of his hurtful actions. But he also doesn’t feel well. He wants to be cuddled and pampered just a bit. He wants someone to rub his stomach and play with his hair because it makes him feel better. He wanted someone to break into his studio out of concern and be his knight in shining armor. God, he loves Yoongi so much. But not enough to just let him off the hook. “I can’t believe you told me my debut would fail. I thought you believed in me.” Hoseok reminds him, punctuating the sentence with a sob.
It stings like a knife in Yoongi’s chest to be reminded. But he knows he deserves it. What Yoongi said to him probably stung even worse in the moment. “I do believe in you, jagi.” Yoongi clasps his hand tighter. “Hoseok, everything you touch turns to gold. I was an idiot. I am an idiot. And idiots say stupid, meaningless, hurtful things sometimes. Even to the people they love the most.” Yoongi sheds a tear. Then five. Then 10. Then too many to count because they just don’t seem to stop.
The weight of the situation hurts, he can’t mask this raw emotion he has looking at the heartbreak in Hoseok’s eyes. He knows he shouldn’t be crying, because he was in the wrong and he certainly doesn’t deserve Hoseok’s sympathy. Especially since Hoseok’s emotionally hurt and physically sick. Hoseok doesn't have the bandwidth to be dealing with an emotional Yoongi right now. So he quickly rubs the tears away, swiping at his running nose with the back of his sleeve. “I’m so sorry, Hob-ah.”
“Hyung,” Hoseok whispers to get the older man’s attention. And he has it instantly. This is the first term of endearment Hoseok’s used. Granted, it’s not as romantic as Yoongi’s used to. But it’s a step in the right direction. At least he’s getting acknowledged at all. “I just wanted your support.” He swallows thickly, feeling another round of nausea creeping in. He’s not going to punish Yoongi any more. Seeing him cry was enough. “I’m scared.” The words leave his mouth in an airy whisper.
But Yoongi hears them clearly. He doesn’t have any words, left absolutely stunned speechless for the first time in his life. His heart aches at the confession, at the vulnerability in Hoseok’s voice. He moves forward and pulls Hoseok into a tight hug, hoping that the embrace would speak to how much support, admiration and affection he has for the younger man.
Hoseok is initially grateful for the hug. It’s warm and tight, a welcomed pressure grounding him. He’s been feeling like he’s been free falling into a void for weeks now. Like he’s been shrouded in darkness. But Yoongi brings him a ray of light. Yoongi’s arms make him feel safe. They also, unfortunately, make him feel sick. He feels the nausea he swallowed previously creep into the back of his throat. As much as he wants to melt into his boyfriend’s chest, he pushes Yoongi away.
Yoongi’s heartbroken at first, thinking he’d moved too quickly into rekindling their relationship. He thinks that Hoseok’s holding a steady grudge. But when he sees Hoseok dive for the bin again, he realizes that Hoseok’s shove was just to avoid vomiting on him. He’s grateful, and comforts Hoseok again not a second later. He swipes fingers through Hoseok’s hair, wondering when the strands got so long. He grazes the dancer’s skin and feels the heat of fever radiating off of him. He knows the rest of the apology and the remainder of the restorations can wait. He needs to get Hoseok home, resting. He’s overworked himself to the point he’s made himself sick. And Yoongi feels like that’s his fault, too.
Hoseok dry heaves over the bin, his stomach completely empty. But he’s been on this rotation for a while now. He knows it’s only a matter of time before the discomfort settles in his other end. He’s taken six emergent trips to the bathroom since he’d started feeling sick. And the persistent cramping and aches tell him it’s going to go on for a while.
“Hob-ah,” Yoongi massages the tense muscles in Hoseok’s neck and shoulders. Hoseok relaxes immediately. “Let’s go home.” He encourages, kissing the crown of the other’s head. “Let me take care of you, please.”
“My album…” Hoseok replies, glancing a second at the computer screen. It’s timed out, a colorful screensaver lighting up the screen. He had wanted to finish something today. Otherwise, all his suffering had been for nothing.
“Jagiya. You still have so much time. Please.” Yoongi pleads, kneeling in front of Hoseok, looking up at him with pleading eyes and pressing random kisses to his knuckles, “Please. Come home with me.” He won’t take no for an answer.
A quiet voice in the back of Hoseok’s mind knows that he’s tortured Yoongi enough. And he’s tortured himself enough. He doesn’t want to take a break, the pressure of debut weighs down heavily upon him. But he knows taking a few days to recover will do him some good. “I really don’t feel well, hyung. My tummy hurts.”
Yoongi smiles, standing up and helping Hoseok to stand as well. “I know, love. You’ll feel better soon.” He guides Hoseok out of the studio and down the hall.
Hoseok has to stop by the bathroom before he allows Yoongi to take them to the car. When Yoongi sees the way that Hoseok wiggles his hips and clenches his ass through the door, he imagines he knows what's going on. He uses that time to go back to Hoseok’s studio and tidy up a bit. He makes sure the track is saved and the papers are organized. He grabs Hoseok’s barely charged phone when he sees it. He throws the whole waste bin down the trash chute and decides he’ll just buy Hoseok a new one. He knows Hoseok hates a mess. And Yoongi doesn’t want his boyfriend to be immediately stressed again once he returns to work.
Hoseok’s still in the bathroom when Yoongi returns. He enters and leans against one of the sinks, waiting. He listens silently to the angry noises Hoseok’s stomach makes. He hears the steady flow of liquid shit and gaseous breaks in between. He hears Hoseok whimper, whine and moan in discomfort. When a staff member enters the bathroom, Yoongi politely asks them to find another to spare Hoseok’s dignity.
15 minutes pass and Yoongi finally hears the toilet flush. Hoseok emerges from the stall looking seconds away from passing out. Yoongi is immediately worried about dehydration. “Hob-ah. Drink something.” He says before he realizes there’s nothing to drink in the bathroom. So instead, he just cups water in his hands and dampens Hoseok’s face and neck. He hopes through the power of osmosis it will be enough to keep him hydrated enough until he can get to a vending machine.
There’s a machine on the lower level and he pays for a bottle of water. In one swift motion, he snatches the drink from the machine and unscrews the cap, bringing it to Hoseok’s lips. The dancer can only take a few sips before he turns away. His skin starts to pale. He looks positively green. But he doesn’t throw up. So Yoongi quickly guides them back to the car and drives. If he goes over the speed limit, Hoseok doesn’t correct him.
Hoseok falls immediately onto their living room sofa when he steps through the door. He doesn’t have the strength to get to the bedroom. Yoongi tries to encourage Hoseok to drink a little more before he falls asleep. But Hoseok can only take five more small sips. “Cuddle me, please, jagi.” Hoseok asks shyly, making room for Yoongi on the couch.
Yoongi can’t say no. He sits down and lets Hoseok make himself comfortable. The dancer’s head rests against Yoongi’s shoulder, his body across his lap. It’s the perfect position so Yoongi has access to his hair and his stomach. Yoongi realizes this too and provides comforting touches. “Just a little nap, Hobi. Okay? Then you need food and medicine,” Yoongi can smell Hoseok’s body odor combined with the stench of sickness, “and a ahower.” He presses a kiss to his boyfriend’s sweaty forehead. “But for now, rest.”
Hoseok starts to fall asleep, safe and content in Yoongi’s arms. “I’m not mad at you anymore, Yoon-ie.” He slurs, voice thick will sleep. “Thank you for looking out for me.”
“Always, Jagi.” Yoongi starts to feel tired himself, the stress of their fight finally falling off his shoulders. “I’ll always look out for you.”
As he drifts, Hoseok thinks of the lyrics he was working on. He thinks he’s finally gotten the concept. He’s found his safe zone.
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A/N: I didn't know I was going to make this about Safety Zone literally until I wrote the final line. Guess it just kinda worked out that way? Is that cliche? Anyway, JITB is so great! I love all the songs. I love Hoseok and am so proud of his debut! Just because this is my last JITB request does not mean it's my last Hoseok request. But we'll see what comes next. However my motivations fall.
As always, thanks for reading to the end! Feedback is always appreciated. And please let me know if I missed any tags or TWs. Please call me out for any errors you notice!
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💜💜💜 Aki
#bts#bts sickfic#bts jitb#bts enteritis#bts emeto#bts scat#bts fever#sick!hoseok#caretaker!yoongi#sope#feat. jimin#romantic relationship between members#bts canonverse#tw emeto#tw scat#tw enteritis#tw fever#tw romantic relationship between members#jitb sickfic#aki writes#aki sickfic#aki requests
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Here An Epic Sleeve Fight
#the untamed bts#cql bts#theuntameddaily#here is the way ppl flirted in 2018#zhan-ge was sick in this scene????#i remember he had the flu and fever 🤔#wangxiao as wangxian#bjyx#my gifs#mygifs.cqlbts
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“I had chosen to appear in my old Papadopoulos form. Why not my glowing perfect god bod? Or one of the Bangtan Boys ...” -The Tower of Nero (p. 371)
or in which apollo did in fact appear at camp half blood as one of the bangtan boys
#im sorry#this is the dumbest thing ive ever done#that quote of tower of nero has lived on my mind since 2020 thats the reason this exists#im sorry to my twitter mutuals that had to deal with my fevered thoughts#i do believe apollo would choose jungkook to take the form of yall can disagree with me#trials of apollo#tower of nero#lester papadopoulos#apollo#will solace#nico di angelo#percy jackson#pjo hoo toa#jungkook#bts#bts jungkook#bangtan boys#art#illustration#de hyacinth
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Fever dream Taehyungie. I read some fics with this and I'm hooked.
Choose whoever you like as the caregiver and whatever other sickness you want to add. I have no problem with emeto 💜
Fever Dreams, Hyung's Don't Leave (sick TH)
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Sick: Taehyung
Caretakers: ot7, Yoongi, Jungkook, Seokjin
Tw: emeto, vom**, mentions of nausea, stomach pain, dizziness, fevers, nightmares, puking
Word count: 1744
Thanks for the request, anon!! I really enjoyed this, and I hope it's what you had in mind 🫶
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Cold. Taehyung was so so cold. And... where are his hyungs? One second they were right there, and now it's all dark? They were with him before he got sucked into dreamland? But now he feels freezing and so... alone. "Hyungs?" Taehyung wants to reach out but his arms feel like lead and won't cooperate.
Shadows were growing around him and his brothers were becoming distant, his cheeks are wet with tears and he wants to yell for them to come back but the sounds don't make it past his throat. Did they really leave him?
"Taehyungie!"
He woke up with a sharp gasp, almost instantly dissolving into tears that wrack his frame. Yoongi is quick to pull him into an embrace, cradling his head into his chest. Despite the younger being taller than he is, Taehyung looks so small in the rapper's arms. "You're burning up, Taetae." Yoongi says, feeling warmth radiating off of the younger's skin.
"I'm c-cold... w-wh-where are the others?" Taehyung's head perks up, eyes wide and scared. The dream felt so vivid. "Hyungie, are they gone?" Taehyung suddenly tries to stand up, pulling away from Yoongi's grasp.
"Woah, careful." Yoongi rushes to help Taehyung and sits him back down with little effort needed. "They're okay, Taehyungie." He comforts, rubbing his back in circles. "I-I need to see them, h-hyung—" Taehyung cries, gripping onto Yoongi like a lifeline.
"Shh, okay. Let me get Jinnie and the others." Yoongi takes out his phone, frantically spamming Seokjin's number. All of Taehyung's weight is up against Yoongi and the flow of tears has him biting his lip in worry. "Yoongi-ah?" Seokjin sheepishly walks into the room, rubbing his eyes and taking a split second to register Taehyung.
"Oh, Taehyungie, baby." Seokjin rushes over, petting and soothing over his hair as Taehyung instinctively reaches for the eldest. "H-hyung... I thought you left me." Taehyung mumbles, breaking out in tremors and moving to wrap an arm around his stomach.
"Of course not, baby. Gosh, you're so warm. Yoongi, what happened?" Seokjin turns to the rapper. "He was dreaming, kept calling out for us and now he's got a fever." Yoongi explains. They both look at Taehyung with pity, thinking on what to do. "We have to give him some medicine, he's way too hot." Seokjin concludes.
"No—I need to see Jiminie a-and Namjoon-hyung—" Taehyung sniffles, hiccuping between words. Yoongi sadly rubs his back, turning to Seokjin. "Aw Taehyungie... how about we go to the living room and I'll get the others?" Seokjin offers, using his thumb to wipe away the tears. Taehyung nods approvingly, somewhat calming down.
They go on either side of the younger, helping him to the lounge. Yoongi flicks on a couple lights, putting them on the dimmest setting. Taehyung reaches for Yoongi and he gladly holds him on the couch. Seokjin starts off at the closest bedroom. Jimin and Hoseok's.
"Hoseokie? Jiminie?" He calls into the dark room, walking in to find the two curled in each other's embrace, both their beds pushed together. They start to stir after a few taps. "Sorry guys, Taehyungie is sick and a bit emotional. Can you both comfort him in the living room?" Seokjin explains in a hushed voice. It wakes them up and Jimin's eyes are already glistening with worry. "Of course, hyung." Hoseok replies. Onto the next bedroom.
"Namjoon-ah?" Seokjin hears the snoring cut off. "Hmmg..? Hyung?" The leader groans. "Can you go to the living room, please? Taehyungie has a fever." He says, gaining a hum as Namjoon swings his legs out of bed. And now, the maknae.
"Kookie?" Seokjin moves straight to the bed, gently rubbing over Jungkook's thigh. "Jungkook-ah." He tries again, making the lump roll over. "Taehyung needs you, Bunny." And that finally wakes him up. "Huh..? Is he okay?" Jungkook rubs his eyes, making a move to get up. "Fever, bad dream." Seokjin summarises, letting the youngest follow him back to the living room.
Taehyung is still next to Yoongi but Jimin is giving him a kiss on the cheek, Hoseok tying back his hair and Namjoon is standing nearby, not wanting to crowd the boy. "Taehyungie-hyung?" Jungkook says when he catches sight of the second youngest. He looks up from the couch and is visibly relieved. "You g-guys didn't leave?" Taehyung's lip quivers. The six of them butt in to reassure Taehyung, telling him they love each other way too much to even fathom the idea.
"Taetae, do you feel well enough to take some medicine?" Yoongi asks, all too aware of the sticky heat coming from the singer. He's still so out of it. "Mm.. I don't know." Taehyung pouts, "does anything hurt? Your ears, throat, head, stomach?" Jimin asks, kneeling down in front of Taehyung. "Tummy.. and my head feels dizzy." Taehyung concludes, just now picking up on the nausea washing over him in waves.
He shivers and curls up to Yoongi. "Hyung... I think I'm gonna throw up." Taehyung whines, face squashed into Yoongi's shoulder. "Aish–right now?" Yoongi looks to Hoseok for help, "I'll get a bag—" Hoseok dashes off, right as Taehyung moans in discomfort, chills going up and down his spine. Seokjin leaves to grab some towels and medicine. Namjoon and Jungkook take a seat on the other couch, talking to each other worriedly.
Hoseok comes back with a puke bag, quickly handing it to Taehyung who grips it shakily. "You're okay, Taehyung-ah." Yoongi starts rubbing up and down his back, sympathising when he feels his muscles clench and a dry gag escapes. Taehyung feels like he's on a merry-go-round, he's not enjoying it. Before he was cold and lonely, now he's covered in sweat, about to heave up his dinner. What a night.
He looks up from the bag, noticing Seokjin returning and all his brother's concerned faces. It makes him think back to his fever dream and a tear slips before a nasty heave takes over. It leads to a string of drool and acidic taste in his throat. Jimin uses his small hand to wipe away the tears, moving to sit next to Taehyung. "Let it up, Tae." Yoongi slips into daegu satoori, hoping to comfort the younger some.
Taehyung sucks in a deep, shaky breath before bringing up a mouthful of sick. It gets the momentum going and before he can relax, another bout exits him. "We're right beside you, Taetae. You're doing great." Hoseok comforts, looking away from the puke bag but also trying to support his dongsaeng.
Taehyung retches, spine curling over as he vomits. He feels so hot and sticky, tshirt plastered to his back. Seokjin uses a damp cloth to wipe Taehyung's forehead, holding it on as he coughs into the bag. "Namjoon-ah, can you get the thermometer please?" Seokjin asks, tone filled with concern.
"Sure, hyung." Namjoon responds quickly. "Ughh—my tummy doesn't feel good.." Taehyung whimpers, fingers still clutching the bag. Jungkook watches with sympathy. "Poor baby, Taehyungie. You'll feel better soon." Jimin rubs the 95's knee, Yoongi tracing along his back.
Taehyung doesn't feel like he'll ever get better. He would make another statement that he's dying, but a painfully dry heave cuts him off. It highlights just how empty Taehyung now is. But his stomach sets him off anyways, into endless (about 3) empty gags. "Tae-yah it sounds like you're finished. Wanna try relax a little?" Yoongi points out, slowly easing the younger's grip on the bag.
"Yoongi's right, Taehyungie. I'm sure Jungkook's happy to give you some company on the couch?" Seokjin smiles, and Taehyung swallows down a retch before weakly nodding. Yoongi manages to take the bag, making note to keep it away from Hoseok's general direction before disposing of it.
Seokjin and Jimin wipe down Taehyung's face, just as Namjoon comes back with the thermometer, holding it out. "Ah, thanks Joonie." Seokjin says, grabbing the device and hovering it over the second youngest's forehead. It beeps and reads, "39.1° (102.4°)" Seokjin says out loud, "shit. Taehyungie, you're really warm, how about we take your shirt off?" The eldest adds.
Taehyung nods, face blank and zoned out. "Arms up," Jimin helps take off the top, leaving Taehyung exposed on the couch. "Can I lay down with Jungkookie?" Taehyung looks up at Jin, then glances at the youngest. "Of course, Kookie? Is that okay?" Seokjin turns to Jungkook, who responds with a reassuring nod. Jungkook motions for Taehyung to come closer. With Hoseok's and Jimin's aid, Taehyung gets nestled on Jungkook's chest, both of them long ways on the couch. Jungkook has an arm tucked around Taehyung securely, while he listens to the soothing rhythm of Jungkook's heartbeat.
"Promise not to be sick on me?" Jungkook jokes, retracting the statement when Taehyung frowns sadly. "I'm sorry you're not feeling well, hyungie. You can throw up on me, that's fine." Jungkook kisses Taehyung's temple, ruffling his hair at the same time. At least that gets Taehyung to whimper-laugh, his body still isn't happy with him.
Before Taehyung lets himself drift off, he opens his eyes and scans the room. He sees five pairs of eyes staring back lovingly, the elder members smiling at the fondness between the two youngests. "Don't worry, Taehyung-ah. We'll be right here when you wake up." Yoongi hums, beginning to settle on one of their armchairs, letting out a huff when Jimin sits on his lap, but not making him move either. Fully reclining the other couch, Hoseok is comfortably squished between the leader and Seokjin.
"Okay, I love you, hyungs." Taehyung murmurs softly. He surrendered to the warmth of Jungkook's embrace, the presence of his brothers soothing him to not worry about any more dreams.
Hours passed and they slept semi-comfortably. Seven people in one living room was a lot. Slowly, Taehyung stirred awake, greeted by the gentle caress of Jungkook's hand on his head. Blinking away the sleep, he found himself still tucked up to Jungkook. "Hey there, sleeping beauty." Jungkook whispered.
Taehyung grinned weakly, "did I throw up on you?" He asked, voice raspy but amused. "Not this time, hyung." Jungkook chuckled. The lounge room was bathed in a morning glow, Taehyung noticed his other hyungs, still there and their expressions more relaxed. The worry he felt during his fever-induced dream was replaced by comfort, yes he was still uneasy but he now had some support.
"I told you we wouldn't leave, Taehyungie." Jimin chims in, perched on Yoongi's lap. "Thank you, Jiminie-hyung."
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Congratulations once again on the milestone Jen! You are amazing and deserve every big milestone coming your way! For the request can I please get prompt 19-“i’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.” with Jin? Thank you in advance and I hope you have fun writing it!
pink bean fever | ksj
pairing: seokjin x reader
genre/warnings: best friend's roommate to ??, college au, fluff, swearing, mentions of pink bean but they're 1000% inaccurate bc i know nothing about maple story pls don't come for me, unedited !!
word count: 1.8k
note: jiya !! thank you so much for requesting this :') i had fun with it and i hope you like it too!! also, it's still jinnie's birthday somewhere so i will still consider this a birthday fic lol
— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡
Kim Namjoon, you’re going to kill him.
Kim fucking Namjoon.
Forty five minutes ago, you were getting ready to walk to your best friend's dorm so you two could go get dinner together somewhere nearby. Now, you're sitting on his bed, Namjoon nowhere in sight, just a few feet from his roommate Seokjin.
The guy that you have the biggest, fattest crush on.
You swear Namjoon did this on purpose. That motherfucker.
You watch Seokjin as he practically screams into the mic attached to his headset, his fingers skillfully bouncing on the keyboard of the laptop in front of him, playing a game you know nothing about.
"Jungkook ah! Where the fuck were you?! I almost got killed!"
This has been going on for almost twenty minutes now - you awkwardly perched on Namjoon's bed while Seokjin either screeches in excitement when he wins, or wails in agony when he loses the game. This is the fucking worst way to spend a Saturday evening.
You glance at your phone, praying to every god to make Namjoon reply to your hundredth text message cursing him out and asking where he is. You never should've told him about your crush on his roommate. He even had the audacity to laugh when you finally revealed who the object of your affection was. That fucking guy.
Objectively speaking, Seokjin is pretty lame. From what you can tell, he basically has no social life. He doesn't party, doesn't go out, doesn't take an interest in anything that doesn't have the words "Maple Story", "Super Mario", or "League of Legends" in it. All he does is play video games all day with his friends, whom you assume are the same people he's yelling at now. Namjoon told you that once, Seokjin forgot to eat anything for two days straight because he was on his computer the entire time.
That begs the question: If Seokjin was so lame, why are you so enamored with him? The answer is very simple. Seokjin is as cute as he is lame, which is to say that he is very fucking cute. When you met him earlier in the semester when Namjoon got assigned a new roommate, it was love at first sight.
However, you don't think you've ever held a one-on-one conversation with him before. Tonight might be the first time, when he opened the door for you and said you could wait for Namjoon here. You had squeaked out a shy Yes and followed him into the room where he offered you a glass of water before he returned to his computer, leaving you to wait around for a person you knew had left you to fend for yourself in the wilderness. This is exactly why Namjoon is doing this, you think. He's been telling you for a couple weeks now to just talk to Seokjin like a normal person instead of tripping over your words like a lovestruck idiot.
Occassionally, he looks over his shoulder at you, and you have to whip your head to the other side of the room so quickly you're surprised you didn't pull a muscle, just to not make it obvious that you've been staring at him like a weirdo.
After a while, Seokjin takes off his headset only to replace it with a hat. A... cap? You don't even know what it is. It's got a face of something pink with big round eyes and purple horns, and looks like it should be a plushie instead of something to wear on one's head. His friends have probably gone elsewhere, because he turns off the shooter game he was previously engaged in to play something else by himself.
"Sorry," he says. "I was pretty loud, wasn't I?"
"No, it's fine. I didn't mind," you tell him sheepishly. "Did Joon, uh, tell you when he'd be back?"
Seokjin shrugs. "No. He just said he was going for a quick walk. Went out right before you got here, actually."
Someone give you strength.
He turns back to his screen when you give a hum in acknowledgement. You go back to sitting in silence again, only this time, you notice that when he curses at the game, he makes an effort to lower his volume. Seokjin has a really nice voice, you think. Even when he's cussing, you just want to put it on a tape and listen to it for hours on end.
Okay, that is one thought that you should probably never say aloud. Especially not to Kim fucking Namjoon.
Another 15 minutes pass until Seokjin pauses the game to down the glass of water on the table in front of you - the one between his and Namjoon's bed. You pretend to look around the room even though you've got it memorized at this point. It's pretty small, and the guys don't really have a lot of decorations. Aside from a couple of Namjoon's art prints on the wall and a few of Seokjin's stuffed animals - how fucking cute is that? Jesus Christ, you are so whipped - the room doesn't have that much personality.
You can feel him looking at you as he gulps down his water, clearly not knowing what to say either. You could pass out from the sheer awkwardness that's suffocating the space.
You clear your throat. "Can I, uhm, can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"What is that on your head?"
Seokjin puts down the glass and takes off his cap, holding it out so you can see it better. "Pink Bean!" he says with a grin. Goddamn, he is beautiful.
"Is that a character?"
He gasps, running a hand through his hair - which looks so, so soft that you want nothing more than to just run your fingers through it. His eyes widen until they're almost as big as the ones on the strange Bean creature. "You don't know what Pink Bean is?!"
"Should I?" you ask, unconsciously making yourself smaller as he stares at you. Seokjin looks equally as excited as he looks offended, shooting up from his chair to bounce onto Namjoon's bed, right next to you.
Your chest almost explodes. In your head, there's a series of question marks floating around; in your heart, there's a bunch of exclamation points detonating like fireworks. Oh god, what is happening?
"Uhm, yes! It's just one of my favorite characters of all time, duh! Okay, okay, so-"
Seokjin launches straight into a whole TED talk on Pink Bean, giving you its extensive backstory and just about everything in the universe that's related to Pink Bean - the quests, its powers, something called a Chaos Pink Bean? Every word he's saying is going into one ear and out the other. To you, he might as well be speaking a different language because you understand none of it and frankly, you don't even care.
But holy moly, he is so passionate about it. He talks about this stuff like Pink Bean is the love of his life and he's gonna marry it one day. Even though you're retaining about zero percent of all this information, watching him ramble is so endearing. His eyes are so bright, and throughout this impromptu presentation of his, he has to pause for a few seconds to catch his breath from all the talking.
You stifle a laugh, and he stops. Seokjin scratches his neck, putting the cap on his head again and looking at you with a sheepish smile. "Sorry, I didn't mean to talk your ears off."
"No, no, it's just-" You shake your head with a chuckle. "I've never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time."
As soon as the words leave your mouth, you freeze. He freezes. You want the ground to open up so you could fall into that chasm and never be seen again. Life does not have any meaning anymore. Fuck Namjoon, you're not staying here anymore.
"I mean- Not that I think you're cute, it's just- Well, wait, no, I do think you're cute, but it's not-"
You could see a deep blush painting Seokjin's face, from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. You tear your eyes away from him like the idiot that you are. Your lips part, but no words come out because your brain is just blank at this point. You knew you would say something dumb and now you're knee-deep in embarrassment in front of your crush. Stupid, stupid, stupid-
Seokjin clears his throat. "Do you and Namjoon have plans tonight?"
You purse your lips and nod, though you're not sure if he's still looking at you because you're suddenly so keen on not looking at him. "We're just getting dinner," you say with faux nonchalance, as if you hadn't just called him cute two seconds ago and both of you seemed to have absolutely no idea what to do about it. "Joon said there's a new ramen place or something near campus."
"Is it the place where they have ramen sliders? I told him about that place. I've been meaning to go too but, uhm, I don't have anyone to go with."
Oh, hell no. You are not going to invite him to join you and Namjoon after that comment. In fact, you're not going to see Seokjin ever again. You're going to make Namjoon apply for a room reassignment just so you don't have to cross paths with Seokjin. Welp, this silly crush has been fun and miserable. Goodbye forever-
"If Namjoon ditches you, we can probably go together. Or something. Maybe. I don't know."
Your body stiffens, and you know he can probably tell since he's still sitting so close to you and you're not exactly being subtle. Heat creeps up your neck and splatters color onto your cheeks. You're thankful that your hair can cover some of it to preserve what little dignity you have left.
"It's okay. You don't have to. I'll probably- I should, no-" you stammer, "I'll just go home."
"Y/N," Seokjin says, "it's dinner. I'm pretty sure we'll survive a meal together."
"No, I know. It's-"
"Okay. Then let's go."
Before you can say anything, he's standing up. Your panicked eyes follow him as he moves to his side of the room to grab his jacket and ditch the Pink Bean hat. You rush to your feet, spluttering out every polite variation of No, please don't make me do this. I'm practically in love with you and this will only kill me dead that you could think off, but Seokjin is already ushering you out the door.
When he stops by the entryway to grab his keys on bowl next to the door, you could feel his chest pressed against your back. You're going insane with nerves and butterflies and mortification and anticipation and infatuation with this man and this is not fucking helping.
Behind you, Seokjin's low voice sends shivers down your spine with what he tells you next.
"For the record, I think you're cute too."
— all rights reserved © jeonqkooks. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means. [posted 05/12/22]
#seokjin x reader#seokjin x you#seokjin fluff#seokjin imagines#seokjin scenarios#seokjin reactions#seokjin fanfic#seokjin fic#bts x reader#bts x you#bts fluff#bts imagines#bts scenarios#bts reactions#bts fanfic#bts fic#seokjin#bts#fic: pink bean fever
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Hiiii! How are you? I hope you’re doing well 💛
I have a request for you, can you write a BTS fanfic where it’s night and Jimin wakes up because of a nightmare and decides to go for a walk but it’s raining and it’s so cold so when he decides to come back home it takes a lot of time because of the rain. When he is at home he is surprised to see Jungkook awake and he takes care of Jimin, who has a high fever.
I know it’s too long as a request but if you can, I would be happy if you write it.
Thank you 💛
This cute request is from awhile back! Sorry for the wait anon, I hope you're doing well too! 💜My brain hasn't been writing again until recently 😅
Late night
Sickie: Jimin
Caretaker: Jungkook
Summary: Jimin wishes he at least dressed warmer. Or waited for the rain to settle. 🌧
Jimin awoke in a sweat. He had a bad dream and can't fall back asleep. His heart and his thoughts are racing like crazy. He runs a hand down his face, sighing deeply.
Jimin wants to go for a little walk and fresh air, even if it's after midnight. A nice brisk walk to help calm down. He throws on a hoodie and pair of sweats. When he opens the door it's pouring rain outside. "Ughh, seriously?!" Jimin can see how fast it's coming down and the drops look huge. Does he really need to go outside? Yes. Yes he does, Jimin convinces himself. Just a for short time.
Jimin finds his raincoat and steps outside. He doesn't mind the smell of rain, he just wishes it wasn't coming down so hard. He pulls up his hood and starts power walking. It's cold outside and he's shivering lightly. "I'll warm up after walking a few minutes" he says to himself. The rain feels cold as it spatters onto his jacket. The hood keeps falling down which is annoying. He's getting wet and has to keep a hand on it. Then the wind started blowing rain into his face, much to his dismay. He keeps having to wipe his eyes every ten seconds, it's getting harder to see. Jimin wishes he at least dressed warmer. Or waited for the rain to settle.
"Dammit!" he mutters to himself. Jimin decided he's had enough and wants to go home. He's freezing. He realizes he walked more than intended, the wind keeps switching directions and making it especially cold. Jimin is shivering desperately, his walking turned to jogging. He can't see properly everything is a messy blur. Luckily he manages to find home again and almost slips when he starts sprinting.
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Jungkook thought he heard someone get up recently. He was awake himself, thinking about getting a snack in the kitchen. He notices Jimin's boots and jacket are missing. Confused, Jungkook quickly goes to Jimin's room and quietly opens his door. He notices Jimins clothes are scattered everywhere and he's not in his bed. His eyes widen.
Jungkook runs and opens the door and he's surprised by the rain.
"..Did Jimin leave the house and go outside in this??" Suddenly he sees someone running. He recognizes Jimin's voice and clothes. "Jimin hyung?!" Jungkook's doe eyes wider than ever. "What are you doing out there?!?"
"Kookie??" Jimin is so happy to see the younger and runs to him. They hug and JK gets wet but he doesn't mind at all.
"Hyung, what were you doing outside? It's terrible out there!" Jungkook takes his jacket and helps him with his boots.
"Ugh, I don't know...I had a bad dream a-and couldn't f-fall asleep" Jimin sputters. He's sniffling a lot too. He feels awful and developed a bad headache.
"Awwh, really hyung?" Jungkook says concerned. "Hmm, you feel warm despite being outside.. are you feeling okay?"
"Not really, my head really hurts" Jimin moaned. He can't tell if he's sweating or just wet from the rain.
"Let's get you back to bed hyung, you need rest. I think you're getting a cold or something." Jungkook helps him clean up and gives him water.
Jimin flops back into bed and it feels softer and warmer than ever. Jungkook gives him a tissue box and extra blankets. He makes sure Jimin is nice and comfortable and tucks him in.
"Can you please sleep in my bed, Kookie? I don't wanna sleep alone.."
"Sure Jiminie hyung I'd love to" Jungkook smiles. He joins Jimin in the nest of blankets and pillows. Things are quiet and they can hear the rain lightly from the window. It's a nice relaxing sound and they cuddle and fall asleep.
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